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Hot Lisbon Nights
03:23
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I was stumbling down on Pink Street
Full of wine and fire
Hadn’t slept in 7 days
And the nights were lit ablaze
Took a break upon the tiles
Kissed the salty air
Laughed of all the lies I heard
Outside of Rossio Square
They sailed the open seas
Once upon a time
They kissed on balconies With breath flavored of this same red wine
Into the night they’d run again
In the cool, dim light
To breathe their fire
Into hot Lisbon nights
Toasted strangers on Spanish tile
While blurring memories
Rose and stood, in Ajudo neighborhood
And rocked and reeled for real
And like them we run again
Into the cool, neon light
And once more breathing fire
Into hot Lisbon nights
Into the light we stumble in
cantar com o coro
another verse, lest we be cursed
in the hot Lisbon night
I was stumbling down on Pink Street
Dreading the morning light
Eventually the plane must board
And I leave these hot Lisbon nights
mais uma bebida
to cool off
tomorrow I must you, but now
HOT LISBON NIGHTS
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Smiling Betty
03:48
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I am wind.
I am the breeze.
I am hands waved up in the air
And the explosion of speed.
I am Wind.
These legs rise and fall
This head faces to see
Not where I am
But where I want to be
I am wind.
This is joy
In the light on my face (ah-aaaahhhh)
In the slowing of time (ah-aaaahhhh)
In the tear of the ribbon at the end of the race
I am wind.
We fall.
Endlessly drifting, spinning, and diving
We fall.
Endlessly drifting, spinning, and diving
We fall.
Wind once my being, in control of me.
We fall.
Wind once my being, now the death of me.
I live.
I am breath.
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I’m more today than I was yesterday
And tomorrow, well even more than now
And I stumble through the memories
I wonder…is this it?
And I eat dreams, 3 a day
Take the wrapper
Toss it out instead of throw it away
And now this mess is here for the rest of life
This is a shirt made of hope
And a ribbon made of plans
And a glimmer in my eye made of
Tears that we cried together inspired,
it’s
all
real
I saw People makin people makin people say
People making people making people do
People making people making people
Say and do those things that they do, we all do it.
We all do it.
Let’s hold it together, we make a pact
We’re both going to grow
We’re going to let ourselves evolve
To the new me and you
We won’t trip over trash, but learn to adapt
We won’t get angry at the mess, it’s making us better
With fists raised screaming
at the top of my lungs from the
bottom of my heart
can’t stop won’t stop can’t stop won’t stop
We will all do it.
And as I stand on the edge of the lake that once was
And I look at the bridge that spans the void
How did we get this far
How did we build this high
How did we hold our heads up and confess
We’re all ok with this mess
But change, is the constant of energy
Moving growing being, not only what’s
Worse or better, but different,
made of the same
Wearing the shirt made of hope
And the ribbon made of plans
with a glimmer in our eyes made of
Tears that we cried together inspired, it’s the mess that makes us
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