I like the twists and turn of the melody ~

Hanging Out and Relaxing

ffm.to/witness-trees


to be alone for a time, for a long time
on a road between contentments
witness trees in a line, in a long line
witness my resentments
every petty little thought of mine
 
where do you go, my darling?
when you do not sing
where do you go?
and you've been told 
the streaks of gold
in your hair mean nothing
oh no, not so
 
to be afraid for a time, for long time
that there's no angel watching
I see a sign in the breeze
in the wind in the trees
in the skies over Austin
 
where do you go, my darling?
when you do not sing
where do you go?
and you've been told 
the streaks of gold
in your hair mean nothing
oh no, not so

Witness Trees

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All Is Well

Keenan O'Meara // Mania
Engineered and produced by Ben Baptie

Mania

Paper Hearts & Candlelight

Well nighttime passes, but the dark remains
and I was feelin’ like a little child, but I am loathe to place blame
on that lioness-esque woman, who will go here unnamed
she was looking in me for a lion, when she found it so tame

On that erstwhile May morning, I took the 6 downtown to Spring
and I was writing something elegiac, that I never learned to sing
but I think that it was this song, just four years premature
and I remember crossing out the line - “all is fair in love and war”

Well if all is fair in love and war
then I don’t know what we’re fighting for

Cuz my baby she’s a real peach
even when the night come crashin’ down
real peach
and the nighttime rolls away, alright
and we’re comin’ back to the demon-killing work of love
(my god)

Well nighttime passes and the dark retreats
I hand it over to my upper angel who visits me in sleep
we’re in the field beyond the right and wrong and the fallacy of form
you can call it what you wanna call it, I just say “all is fair in love and war”

Well if all is fair in love and war
then I don’t know what we are fighting for
So if we don’t care to fight no more
let’s go upstairs and let’s shut the door

Cuz my baby she’s a real peach
even when the night come crashin’ down
real peach
and the nighttime rolls away, alright
and we’re comin’ back to the demon-killing work of love
(my god) illuminate

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Real Peach

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