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Remembering those Fall mornings and not quite making it to class
Noticing too late the hickey that you’d given me. It made me mad but made you laugh.
“Breakfast sounds much better, there’s no way that I’m ever gonna pass.
It’s too late to make it all up now.”
We swirled inside the paisley lines, got tangled in the vines.
You begged, and pled, and cried for me but I knew you’d never be mine,
And when Christmas came you warned me that we had run out of time,
But I thought, “it’s too late to make it all up now.”
When Spring arrived it seemed as though our affair had met its end.
We whispered nothing late at night but both went to bed with men.
And awful dreams of you and me they filled my weary head
And it’s too late to forget about them now.
Then I moved to the city, and you trailed. I tried to set the record straight but failed.
We tried to coexist as best could be… happy afternoons of drinking and TV,
But it’s too late to forget about it now.
I’ll always come back ‘round to you again somehow.
Eventually the time did come for us to go our separate ways,
For you it was to Washington, for me, the Lone Star State,
So I put you in my pocket, and left the rest to Fate
But it’s too late to put you out of my head now.
When I heard that you had left this world I thought I’d never breathe again,
If I could only hold you one more time I would try to make amends,
But when I want to say I’m sorry now, I reach for a pen…
And it’s too late to make it all up now.
I’ll always come back ‘round to you again somehow.
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Devil's Dice
04:05
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He sees me for what I am, for what’s within, not just a sack of bones and skin
He courts me in my sleep on repeat and I can’t help but follow through the din
He speaks low in a voice I know that tells me soon it’ll be my time to go
And even though I’m called to the glow, I just can’t quite indulge in the side that I never show
In this game of Life, I can read the cards or throw the Devil’s Dice.
I think he wants my heart for its unique spark, and he won’t let up til I make nice.
I told her I would follow suit, not knowing that she’d follow through,
And when time came to fetch my dear, the door I knew just disappeared
He told her not to fight for me, or he would burn her bright
And when she tried to outsmart the Beast, he proved himself right. Oh, he was right.
He speaks low in a voice I know that tells me soon it’ll be my time to go
And even though I’m called to the glow, I just can’t quite indulge in the side I never show
He speaks low in a voice I know, that tells me soon it’ll be my time to go
But if I hold tight and seek the light, I think there’s hope that I might just survive
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From Hell, With Love
03:23
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Greetings, Darling Dear,
it's been years since you've been near.
What's the weather like in Texas this time of year?
Word is, soon, it'll be worse there than it is here.
Oh, my lady fair,
do you even care?
Eternity unfolds so fast, yet you remain.
When you come will you still pray to my given name?
I sing a little tune, hope that you'll write soon,
no, I never will give up.
I'll see you soon enough,
from hell, with love.
oh, were you asleep?
the secrets that we keep are glowing deep
if I could only touch you, then you would know
what was really going on below
I sing a little tune, hope that you'll write soon,
no, I never will give up.
I'll see you soon enough,
from hell, with love.
Everything's so clear
when you cry the stars fall from the sky like rain
the only thing I fear
you'll forget me and my love for you won't change
so I wish on the moon you'll be along soon,
though, really, there's no rush.
You'll be with me soon enough,
never a lovelier dust.
You miss me, too, I trust.
From hell, with love.
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Look Skyward!
04:06
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Remember in the night, you’d hold me?
Remember in the night, you wept?
Remember when you whispered closely,
“Rest your head.
I’ll love you until I’m dead.”
Forget about the pain you caused me,
Forget about the damage done,
Hold fast to all the things to taught me:
“Love’s never done,
No, not for anyone.”
Look skyward, don’t taunt me
I’m barely hanging on
You know where you can find me
After I have gone
Remember in the dark on Palm Street
Remember on the sofabed
Remember how you cried so hap’ly
Through tears you said,
“Won’t you love me instead?"
Forget about the three years after,
Forget about the drunken fights,
Screaming in the street how we changed
At midnight
Under awful streetlights.
Look skyward, don’t haunt me
I’m barely getting by
We had the chance to find peace
But we never really tried
Now I can’t hold on
To no one
I can’t hold on
To what’s gone
Look Skyward, don’t fault me
I was only passin’ through
You should know I’d do it over
If it meant me catching you.
Look skyward, my darling,
The veil is wearing thin
I’ll be there in time to guide you
To eternity within
No I can’t hold on, to what’s gone.
I can’t hold on to no one.
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One Big Dark Room Austin, Texas
After a sudden death of a loved one, singer-songwriter LEX LAND let her darker side take over. The songs of ONE BIG DARK ROOM explore deeper lyrical territory in the hope to help others process grief and regret, and lean on each other to get through this strange and unusual thing called Life. ... more
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