Downtempo journey

Official Music video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A1roQTVj0Q8

Music: "Threnody" by Goldmund. 
- Written and performed by Igor Oro. 

LYRICS
As I stand on this street corner and watch these two roads meet i suddenly feel at peace
Maybe its because at my feet lies the intersection of two distinct paths merging at a point of vulnerability
Maybe because its a reminder of you and me, and the blissful bond we once shared
Without a care in the world, my arms wrapped around you to shelter you from the cold
Two souls kept warm by each others company 
Two hearts dancing in the rain playfully
Two minds with the same thing in mind, you want me to be yours and i want you to me mine
I don't know maybe i'm crazy 
Maybe time has finally out played me 
Maybe i've stopped seeing beauty in the little things
Maybe i've stopped appreciating the gift life brings 
Maybe i'm in over my head,
Or maybe i just miss the familiar contours of your body under the chalk white sheets of my bed
I don’t know, maybe this is normal
Maybe i stopped being myself after you left,
Maybe this is all a test
Maybe i failed and i couldn't clean up the mess
Maybe thats why the rain suddenly feels colder on my skin
Maybe thats why whenever i try to apologize i don’t know where to begin or where to end all these things that i typed up in my mind and i wanna tell you but i just cant bring myself to hit "send".
Maybe i fucked up and i won't admit it 
Maybe i'm a coward
Seems like i've got all the time in the world maybe i should do something about it
I mean, every minute feels like an hour
Maybe i'm a fool for distancing myself from you
Maybe thats why i couldn't admit i loved you
Because for some reason i couldn't accept that maybe, 
just maybe,
You might have loved me too.

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"Maybe" - A Spoken Word Poem

SPOKEN WORD- "CROSSROAD (HYPOTHETICALLY)"

Composed arranged and produced by Paul Henry for The Skyship Versions at Brown Studios on December 21st 2012

This productions is not meant for any monetary gain or promotion. It has been made for the love of art and the sharing of knowledge. All rights for the spoken word belong to George Carlin and his family. 

American Dream - Spoken Word by George Carlin

My Father said I could be anything I want to be. And its up to me to turn my daydreams into realities  And typically,I just go with the flow as I paddle streams 
But now my passion burns like calories for my purpose in this thing called life
What position do I play?
I'm on a mission every day to decipher what kinda life 
I should lead. 
Should I lead? Should I follow. 

Am I filled or am I hallow? 

I need water cuz this life has been a tough pill to swallow. 

Although that begs the question, Who am I?

No seriously who am I?

I haven't come to a conclusion

I need answers

But all I have is options. 

And my heart is always shopping for new identities that need adopting. 

Cuz I've been the outcast. I've been the jock. 

I've been the straight shooter. I've run from cops. 

I feel like an actor but in this scene they took away the props



I have nothing to hide behind

And here I stand, exposed. 

Like tan lines 
Left with the question, who am I?
3 simple words to plan my time 
And theyre vital 
My minds on stand by 

My soul's still idle 
Titles describe content 
And I've been a book without a cover
asked my father and my mother 
For assistance or some other kind of help. I'm feeling smothered. By the media. It hovers what I want in front. 
Another and another and another. I've discovered. Nothing. 
Who am I?
Everything i planed to be hasn't work out. InsanityWebster can't define me 

You are looking at a jack of all trades
Wearing a  mask of all shapes 

Ready to act with no shame

It seems my possiblties are endless 
I could be someone to follow 
Or someone hardly worth a mention
Like twitter 
I'm bitter because my friends are trend setters and dress better that me.  
I'm not tendy am I?
But I could change
And spend my change and dollar bills on fancy thangs 

And swallow pills
Like my friends do.
I don't do drugs but I love to pretend to 
I mean it's hard to turn down what they lend you 
What they send you. Weekends tend to 
Be a curious set of days. 
Friday and Saturday I do it all  

But by Sunday I'm ashamed of what I did
I'm on the fence. And here I sit. 

I go to church sometimes and each time I ask God to answer the question. 
Who am I? 
Does He know? 
Does he care?
Are you listening. Are you there?
It only makes sense to ask the Maker

why he made what he made. 

Since we all look different our purposes can't all be the same. 

I am someone. 
An individual. Who's mostly confused and partially spiritual. 

Looking to answer this question. 
Praying the Maker will respond
Hoping society will quiet down 
So I can listen. 



SPOKEN WORD- "CROSSROAD (HYPOTHETICALLY)"

Kelvin Linares(Tom)