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Gibson's Songs

The Constructrix

Blind Spots

Infectious bass line, chill instrumental jam.
Would James Jamerson like it?

Good News

Chatbot                                                  
What the chatbot didn’t tell me is how lost inside it found me 
amidst the raven’s mournful cry sorrow’s secrets lie

What the chatbot didn’t tell me 
is how lost inside it found me 
in the whispers of the crowd solitary thoughts are loud

Information indigestion
Information begs the question 
The better part of valour’s discretion, 
Can we find our own direction?

What the chatbot didn’t tell me is how lost inside it found me 
in the beat of a lonesome heart that wonders how to restart


What the chatbot didn’t tell me, is how lost inside it found me,
 amidst the ebb and flow of days, and my melancholy ways

Information indigestion 
Information begs the question 
To die: by sleep to say, 
Can we face another day?

What the chatbot didn’t tell me, is how lost inside it found me, 
 in the heat of midnight’s air, questions linger there

What the chatbot didn’t tell me, is how lost inside it found me,
in the chasm of the void, 
Can I take a Polaroid?

Information indigestion 
Information begs the question 
From the echoes of the past, 
Can we make the future last?

Chatbot

When it Rains  
Wake up today, restart the fight
I don’t know which way is right
I don’t know which way is right for me

Self medication’s lost appeal 
Everyday I break the seal
Thoughts bounce like ping pong balls

Weigh all the things from the past
I don’t know if I can last
I don’t know if I can last til night

I’m waking up early
I’m picking up what you put down
I’m picking up the pieces when it rains

My posture’s hunched over
There’s pieces to be found   
I’m picking up the pieces when it rains, when it rains

Wake up today restart the fight
I don’t know which way is right
I don’t know which way is right for me

Running in place on an old treadmill
Maybe I’ll wake up or never will
Thoughts scatter like ping pong balls

My heart is bouncing all around
It is beating pleading sounds
Maybe I can hear it like a child

chorus

When it hurts the most
Is when you’re getting close
Then you start to see
The roots under the tree

When you’re on the top
The bottom’s sure to drop
when you’re very low
You’re stoking an inner glow x2   

Wake up today restart the fight
I don’t know which way is right
I don’t know which way is right for me

Time it moves with no appeal
I’m still demanding a better deal
Thoughts bouncing like ping pong balls

Cast myself into the storm
comfort wears me with aching scorn
I know that the hard way is what’s right

Chorus plus

My attitude is over
There’s pieces to be found
I’m picking up the pieces when it rains



The Constructrix

Gibson78