Lyrics : 

As a little girl I knew how to pray, 
But that was yesterday 
And now I forgot so I don’t know how to say 
That I want you to take me back to my young years 
Could you do this for me please 

I wonder how to pray

Seems that I’ve missed it all 
All the things 
You’ve put on my way 
How can  I’ve done so wrong ? 
How can I forget how to to pray ? 
Please bring me back to my young years
I’d like to start it all over

So before 
You take me cold
I’d like another chance 

I don’t know how to pray no more
What are the things you expect for(from) me tell me !

Everything goes slowly 
So slowly
But to quickly when I look back 
Looks like
I’m in a 
Shabby old summer road movie 
With those old dirty cars and trucks  
And the sun Going down

drowning the landscape 
In the dark 
Just like me
 actually 

Take me back to my young years please 

I don’t know how to pray but I’d like you to hear me
Please take me back to my young years 
I want to start it all over again 
Heal me
Bring me
Where There are so much things  for I  to say 

don’t take me cold today 
I still have so much things to do 
I want to show the world who I am even if I know it’s not what you expect me to do 
It’s only because I feel that I have so many things to sing so many things  to say 
Hear me 
Heal me
And tell me what I’ve done wrong 
One day maybe yesterday 

I love my life 
Can’t tell the rest of it 
I love my life but I want to change it now 
Take me back to my young years so I can live what I’m supposed to live
Take me back where I belong to now
 
I wanna live on the stage

I have so many things to say
Even if nobody cares

Please   take me back 
To my     yoUng years

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Where I Belong

Unreleased, remixed, alternate takes. Everything officially unofficial from TS Brooks. 

All songs written, sung, performed and recorded by T.S. Brooks © 2013 (Clairemont Theft Ring Music | Ascap/Gema).

http://ts-brooks.com

A Final Ode To HG Wells

I need you to direct me
Lead me to the room
I guess you already know
I guess you already know
The color of the blindfold

I been getting nervous
Living with myself
I guess I never asked you
I guess I never asked you
How it felt to be there

Do you feel connexion
Dripping like a pin
You’re more than a memory
You’re my phantom limb

A chimney is a smokestack
We sit in the caboose
I unravel the wind
The veritas in time
Somewhere lies a shady truth

You been getting nervous
Living with myself
You come in from the storm
You come in from the storm
Heavy in a former space

Do you feel connexion
Dripping like a pin
You’re more than a memory
You’re my phantom limb

I need you to direct me
Lead me to the room
I guess you already know
I guess you already know
How it felt to be there

Do you feel connexion
Dripping like a pin
You’re more than a memory
You’re my phantom limb

Flesh is to complexion 
Dripping in the spin
You’re more than a memory
You’re my phantom limb

Audition resurrection 
Instructions on the tin
I can see you reaching
With your phantom limb

Words and Music by Thomas Sean Brooks, C + P 2025

After Inertia

Caboose

Trying to find something 
Something to say
Sinking in the couch
In a pleasant way
Your car won’t park
Your clothes won’t fold
Don’t let it get you
Nothing…nothing matters anyway

Kaleidoscope
Silver twin
Monday blues
From your weekend friend

I used to hate
When you got too close
But now to think you could turn a ghost
Oh, don’t go away!
You play the part
But it isn’t clear
Are you in the band?
Or are you…only near?

Kaleidoscope
Silver twin
Monday blues
From your weekend friend

Every moment has led up to this
I know, right
Total bliss
Every moment has led up to this
I know, right
Share a kiss

The formal stuff
You would rather skip
You wanna see the parts
That hang within
Things come up
Things get down
But you can’t stay put
Your mind won’t leave you, leave you on the ground

Kaleidoscope
A silver twin
Monday blues
From your weekend friend

Every moment has led up to this
I know, right
Total bliss
Every moment has led up to this
I know, right
Share a kiss
Everything that helped me get to you
See you rise
Worth the risk
Every moment has led up to this
I know, right
Total bliss

What is that
Is inside of you
That falls on me
Like a giant wave
The pleasant valley
Heading east
A warmth becomes you
And you share now, where your secrets keep


In a Pleasant Way

No one left the lights on for you
I’m not trying anyway
No one left the lights on for you
I’m not trying anyway
Guess we’re done
We’ll just leave it for the night
Yes, it’s done
Leave it for the morning
Guess we’re done
We take what has been bestowed
Yes, it’s done
Unto us, and we are grateful

But I’m gonna do whatever I want
There’s no looking back anyway
You wouldn’t know, but your eyes always shone
There’s no looking back now

It’s so cool and quiet here
It lets me shape your image
But no one left a light on for you
And you drifted into edges
Until you faded completely
And were reinvented neatly

Guess we’re done
We’ll just leave it for the night
Yes, it’s done
Leave it for the morning
Guess we’re done
We take what has been bestowed
Yes, it’s done
Unto us, and we are grateful

You wouldn’t know, but your eyes always shone
But there’s no looking back now
You’re gonna do whatever you want
Even if it means you don’t come back around

Guess we’re done
We’ll just leave it for the night
Yes, it’s done
Leave it for the morning
Guess we’re done
We take what has been bestowed
Yes, it’s done
Unto us, and we are grateful

You wouldn’t know, but your eyes always shone
But there’s no looking back now
You’re gonna do whatever you want
Even if it means you don’t come back around

Whatever You Want

Just making sure it’s you
Don’t got much to go on
You’re a man and you wear your hair long
You’re a girl and you don’t talk to strangers
You stay out of danger 

It’s hard to see you go
And then live with myself, you know
There’s things I need to say
Before it all gets washed away

You know it’s been so long, been so long, hanging in a state, hanging in a state I’m in
Got to get it right, got to get it right, got to get it right next time
With new faces

You been writing all your songs
And you’re trying to get along
You been awake under the sheets
Where the ink and paper meet

You know it’s been so long, been so long, hanging in a state, hanging in a state I’m in
Got to get it right, got to get it right, got to get it right next time
With new faces

Words & Music by Thomas Sean Brooks | C+P 2025 (Clairemont Theft Ring Music/ASCAP) | All rights reserved

Making Sure It's You

There’s words tangled up inside your head
Only making sense when you lie in bed
Crystal clear as the hovering moon
Forgotten when the morning light breaks through

And you try to think how they were arranged
And you wonder if the pattern will emerge again
As you whittle away on a fading earth
If it can’t be you, then it must be her

Well, you forced yourself onto your fate
So impulsive, cuz you could not wait
You were so elated to erase the past
Now you feel deflated, and victory’s passed

You were telling a story that had been passed down
And someone in the corner started writing it down
A million windows and a million doors
The evidence lying on the floor

You will always know me cuz you’ve got my eyes
When I look at her, I remember why
She is singing a song that I’d love to learn
If it can’t be yours, then it must be hers

Well, you shoved those papers under your desk
And you tell your warden that you love her best
I don’t wanna be right, I don’t wanna be wrong
I wanna be the star of your breakup song

Words & Music by Thomas Sean Brooks | C+P 2025 (Clairemont Theft Ring Music/ASCAP) | All rights reserved

It Must Be Her

TFW someone comes on strong, you respond in kind, then he evaporates, leaving you forlorn.

Tower 13 June 19, 2019

Victimless Crime

NEW NEW EVERYTHING IS NEW

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OLD

Ask T.S. Brooks, and he'll say his music lies halfway between the city
and the country. But he admits to the casual listener it could come
across as none of that. Nevertheless he straddles two extremes - that
of the noise of anonymity, and the soothing flow of isolation.

Admittedly influenced by artists such as Townes Van Zandt, Neil Young, and Lou Reed, Brooks paints pictures that allow the listener to bask
in the light of detachment; in a place where you can hear yourself
listening.

A Final Ode To HG Wells

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