Broken Crayons demo

fooling around with a gypsy sound

She kept me safe and warm 
Until it didn’t work no more
I walked the end of that road
Now I just wanna go home

You lost me twice and brought me back 
Hopefully the third time isn’t the charm 

From the days of my crawling bones
And always feeling so alone 
I tried and tried and tried 
But my head just told me lies

And I always loved you so
Even when you said to go
With torn wings I walked away
With hopes of better days 

You lost me twice and brought me back
Hopefully the third time isn’t the charm

The Charm

Written to my daughter, about being glad to get to see her after attempting to commit suicide and, thankfully, failing

You don’t know how glad I am to see you
You don’t know how glad I am to see you
You don’t know how glad I am to see you

Because I tried to end it all
I woke on the ground
And I was angry
That I was still around

I thought you’d be better off
Without me around 
Ohhh
How could I 
Leave you
How could I leave you 
How could I leave you 

So you can’t know how glad I am
You can’t know how glad I am to see you

Glad

Falling cold
In the cemetery
Where I resided
Play fallen trees

Neighbors none
But spoke to me
Green walkways 
Pulse and breathe

Boy was I 
If you only knew
How bad it gets
Might not see it through 

Miss it now
Scared the beech 
Maybe again
It was enough for me

Boy was I 
If you only knew
How bad it gets
Might not see it through 

And on top of it all
I’m still stuck out here with me
And I love you 
Don’t cut it
And always
Isn’t long enough 
You still don’t know 
What you are to me

The Cemetery

First song I wrote while in rehab...to my daughter Eloise

I’m not there yet but I’m trying to be
Somewhat of a better human being 
If it were up to me
I’d burn this whole world down
I’d burn this world to the ground 

If it weren’t for Eloise
If it weren’t for Eloise 
I’d burn this whole world down
I’d burn this world to the ground 

I’m flying picking up speed 
I’m taking things I don’t need
Now I’ve cut off my wings
And I’m watching the world burn
And I’m watching myself burn

I wouldn’t care if not for Eloise 
I wouldn’t care if not for Eloise 
But I’ve burnt it all down
And her voice is in my head loud 

I’m so sorry my sweet Eloise 
I’m so sorry my sweet Eloise 
I didn’t mean to let you down
And I hope one day I’ll be around

Eloise

There's not much more beautiful
Than the Kentucky trees
Kentucky, where I found you
Up by the Roebling

Not a country boy
But oh boy
Do I love the scenery
Up from the Highland above

And it all helps me
It all helps me
When I'm stuck in the pit
Though I've been deeper and I've been darker
Man, oh man, oh man I don't miss it

There's not much more miserable
Than a self-pitied man
And I am him, I am him

Not a stable boy
But oh boy
Do I love to play the damned
Don't want what I've got up above

And even just a taste
Makes me want to run away
It makes me want to run to you
Man, oh man, oh man will you run too
Will you run too

The early morning sky
Saves me sometimes
The early morning sky
Saves me sometimes
It saves me all the time
It saves me all the time
It saves me all the time
It saves me all the time

Kentucky

If longing were a two letter word, you’d be it. -

“You are the sky after the rain
such hues and shades have never graced my eyes  
and out here around the bend
you keep me rolling.

You are a star with an ancient name
heading east out of Lincoln County
in the center of my eye
and you keeping me rolling.

Watching the waves crash in
whispering their secrets to them sandy shoals
I’m the ocean you’re the moon
and you keep me rolling.

I’m clawing blindly at this darkness
hoping I might find that heavenly light
somewhere behind your armor
and it keeps me rolling.

I stole some poetry from the sinking sun
and I altered several verses
so no one could accuse me of overshadow.

You see love ain’t no easy thing
it smacks of fevers and fits,
If longing were a two letter word, you’d be it.

You see I put it on the line
I got nothing in my hands to throw down
except two of a kind,
and it keeps me rolling.

I’ll be out there on the side
beside the signs that line this well-worn road
hoping you gaze to your right
as you keep rolling.

I stole some poetry from the sinking sun
and I altered several verses,
so no one could accuse me of overshadow.

You see love ain’t no easy thing
it smacks of fevers and fits,
If longing were a two letter word, you’d be it.”

© Matthew R Baumann

if longing were a two letter word, you'd be it

Heydiddlediddle

A  song that I started writing over the winter, and finished while in self quarantine.

Broken Crayons demo

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