If Only (Piano Cover)

A nice happy song about pain and loss

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Heading south on dusty roads
Headlights glow against the dark
I still hear your voice, I remember your words
Burning bright inside my heart

Not my landscape, not my home
I played the cards I was given
The beasts watch me from the shadows
As I avoid their suspicion

Sugar-coated suffering
(wonder what this one will bring?)
Food for the candle wick
(another song for us to sing)
Chords for pain everybody knows
(not my landscape, not my home)
Burn your heartbreak on the family coals
(don't let it show)

Heading south running just in case
Love has faded like an old photograph
Feed your heartbreak to the fireplace
Warm your grief in the candle glow

Not my landscape, not my home
I played the part I was given
The beasts watch me from the shadows
As I avoid their suspicion

Sugar-coated suffering
(wonder what this one will bring?)
Food for the candle wick
(another song for us to sing)
Chords for pain everybody knows
(not my landscape, not my home)
Burn your heartbreak on the family coals
(don't let it show)

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Candle Glow

Created and produced by SA (Rosemary Bensko).

Chimera

produced by Rich Daytona
backing vocals by JD Moon

mixed & mastered by JD Moon

Addison

Where buffalo roam,
all the grass is overgrown.
There's a wind that carries them across the sky.

Now you're feeling all alone.
There's some people on their phones.
Who stare at you and see what they want to see.
Oh, of course their going out.
They have to scream it out. 
But, they will never disagree with what they think.

And you won't get the throne.
He's not even on the phone.
Not disappointed not the same as being proud.
An action that you see.
Could really show that you're not me.
Not heading anywhere together now.

Rather than sinking,
into your black hole.
You'll just find me thinking of
where buffalo roam.

Where buffalo roam.
There's nowhere else to go.
Face the danger. 
Hope your size will get you out.

And I can never be.
Any more than what you see.
The only place that I exist is in your head.
The sigh you gave to me.
Is this where I make a plea?
I'll just say guilty there is nothing left to lose.

Now there's nothing left without,
and what's within in is burning out.
I'll make it policy to leave them well alone.

Rather than sinking,
into your black hole.
You'll just find me thinking of
Where buffalo roam.

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Where Buffalo Roam

𝕮𝖚𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔 𝖉𝖚𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖕𝖔𝖗 𝖑𝖆 𝖓𝖔𝖈𝖍𝖊, 𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖗 𝖑𝖆𝖘 𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖘 𝖊𝖓 𝖊𝖑 𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖑𝖔... 𝖞 𝖆𝖑 𝖉𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖗 𝖉𝖚𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊 𝖊𝖑 𝖉í𝖆, 𝖏𝖆𝖒á𝖘 𝖛𝖊𝖗á𝖘 𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖗 𝖑𝖆 𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖆 𝖑𝖚𝖟 𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖆𝖗. ¡𝕳𝖊 𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖔 𝖆 𝖚𝖓 á𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑, 𝖈𝖔𝖓 𝖊𝖑 𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖔 𝖊𝖙é𝖗𝖊𝖔 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖘 𝖚𝖓𝖊! (¡𝕳𝖊 𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖔 𝖆 𝖚𝖓 á𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑, 𝖈𝖔𝖓 𝖊𝖑 𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖔 𝖊𝖙é𝖗𝖊𝖔 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖘 𝖆𝖙𝖆...!) 𝕰𝖘𝖙á 𝖊𝖓 𝖒𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖗í𝖔𝖘 𝖘𝖚𝖊ñ𝖔𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖔, 𝖇𝖆𝖏𝖔 𝖑𝖆 𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖏𝖆 𝖙𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖆 𝖉𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖆 𝖒𝖆𝖟𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖆 𝖆𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖉𝖆... 𝖄 𝖚𝖓𝖆 𝖛𝖊𝖟 𝖈𝖆í𝖉𝖔, 𝖚𝖓𝖆 𝖔𝖘𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖆 𝖒𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖆 𝖇𝖚𝖘𝖈ó 𝖘𝖚 𝖉𝖚𝖑𝖈𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖆 (𝖕𝖔𝖗 𝕬𝖕𝖔𝖋𝖎𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖆), ... 𝖞 𝖚𝖓𝖆 𝖛𝖊𝖟 𝖈𝖆í𝖉𝖔, 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖙ó 𝖘𝖚𝖘 𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖘, 𝖈𝖔𝖓 𝖚𝖓𝖆 𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖌𝖚𝖆 𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖉𝖆, 𝖕𝖔𝖗 𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖔 𝖊𝖓𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖉𝖆.

𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔞𝔱 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱, 𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔨𝔶... 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔡𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔢. ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩, 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔟𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔲𝔰! (ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩, 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔟𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔲𝔰...!) ℑ𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔰, 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔬𝔪𝔟 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔡𝔲𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔬𝔫... 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔫, 𝔞 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔤𝔞𝔷𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢 (𝔟𝔶 𝔄𝔭𝔬𝔭𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔠𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡), ... 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔫, 𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔲𝔱 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰, 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔰𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡, 𝔟𝔶 𝔖𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔭𝔬𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔡.

𝕸𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖆 𝕹𝖊𝖌𝖗𝖆

The curious case of the Ship men from Hyde

“The Angel of Long Island”

Just a little peace and love
That’s probably all we need
But I’m not ready yet to call it a solution
The hand is fitted to the glove
it’s ripping at the seams
But i guess that’s the price of Christian absolution

When I was born in eighty-four
The angel of Long Island 
Offered me the substance of salvation
Because the hand won’t fit the glove
You gotta make a little bit of peace and love
That at least was my interpretation

If love is
Then love is
And love is real
If love is
Then love is
And love is real

I guess the dramaturge is set
To set the stage for best effect
But even if it’s oh-so critically acclaimed
Maybe there’s just air above and
Ours alone is peace and love
And everything both sacred and profane

If love is
Then love is
And love is real
If love is
Then love is
And love is real

If love is
Then love is
And love is real
If love is     
Then love is
And love is real

I won’t see you in heaven
I won’t see you in hell
Because if there’s no heaven
There’s no fucking thing as hell
We won’t live forever
Well, in a way I guess we will,
The only point of these endeavors is
To fill the world with heaven
And be still

Just a little peace and love
That’s probably all we need
But I’m not ready yet to say that’s a solution
The hand’s not fitted to the glove
The seams all ripping open
But I guess that’s the price of Christian absolution

The Angel of Long Island

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