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MAGNUM OPUS (in progress demos)

by Brian Smith

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1.
What is this form That I have taken? I do not recall Asking for this But now I’m here, I am alive; I have dreams to realize And though it’s a very heavy burden of life, I must try Yeah, I must try to live or be ready to die So now I’m dying to live; oh this must be life Oh this must be life Oh this must be life And how much water is in your well? To put out the fire that’s in your hell? Well, it’s not about the problems that you know It’s how you cope It's how you cope And I’ve spent my existence Just trying to be happy And though that’s unrealistic I’m still going to try For we can be a waste and let ourselves down Or do nothing about it and hope that it all works out But that’s not the answer that I’ve come to realize And I’m dying to live; oh this must be life Oh this must be life Oh this must be life And how much water is in your well? To put out the fire that’s in your hell? Well, it’s not about the problems that you know It’s how you cope It's how you cope
2.
I’ve been living off of offerings In exchange for my time Noticing that in every village I pass through, there’s a shrine Growing used to the journey The temporary conversations Though this is not the life I was born for, it’s what's mine Such a strange reality Beyond my wildest dreams Growing up to float down such a narrow stream For I’ll only reach a handful But that’s more than acceptable Yes I’m destined for no destination or so I believe And now we’re sittin’ in a graveyard Lookin’ for bones They’ll be around long after their stories have been told And I’m used to the memories But not this feeling Of knowing this is all that there was to know And I’ve had enough of talking Yes, I’m ready to listen Let’s please reverse the direction of this exchange of words Just say something crazy Perhaps a brief life history But if we only talk about ourselves, we’ll never learn For now we’re sittin’ in a graveyard Lookin’ for bones They’ll be around long after their stories have been told And I’m used to the memories But not this feeling Of knowing this is all that there was to know And we’ve been acting like everything is so permanent We use words like “forever” and “always” though they’re not true So I’ve been learning just to exist in this moment To enjoy this life that I’ve been passing through And we’re sittin’ in a graveyard Lookin’ for bones They’ll be around long after their stories have been told And I’m used to the memories But not this feeling Of knowing this is all that there was to know
3.
She was an architect in the world she created An artist in all she could see And now she designs for the angels and the peasants In hopes that they may soon set her free And I slept in her garden of eden I lied naked in her stillness of time And now she's left me longing for a moment Oh but I don't really mind Oh but I don't really mind Now in my place lies the ruins of a flower And hourglass calling me back in the night For her letters, they continue to grow older When her words are all I can find And these memories are all I remember My fingertips on the silhouette of her spine For nostalgia is the only world I can enter Oh but I don't really mind Oh but I don't really mind I don't really mind being gone with nothing but my thoughts As long as one of them is thinking of her I don't really mind being gone with nothing but my thoughts As long as one of them is thinking of her And does my scent still cling to her pillow? Or was it washed away by the tears from her eyes? Well, there's no need to mimic a weeping willow For a star that was just shooting by And there's still hope that love may be constant For the thought is not too hard to surmise And now we're left to linger at a distance Oh but I don't really mind Oh but I don't really mind I don't really mind being gone with nothing but my thoughts As long as one of them is thinking of her I don't really mind being gone with nothing but my thoughts As long as one of them is thinking of her I don't really mind being gone with nothing but my thoughts As long as one of them is thinking of her I don't really mind being gone with nothing but my thoughts As long as one of them is thinking of her
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releases February 20, 2020

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Brian Smith Portland, Oregon

Brian Smith is a geofolk musician on an endless tour around the world.

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