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"Prematurity"

by Brian Smith

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On a late winter's evening persuaded out of leaving we listened for the last tram that you wouldn't take home removing my arm from your shoulder for another record to turn over another bottle was full and another bottle was gone and i kissed you, how romantic, well that wasn't how I planned it you were just speaking in your native tongue and I didn't understand but it sounded so sweet, so adorable in a language that doesn't though it makes a nice story either way and then came morning and though my heater was broken I put a blanket over the window for another hour next to you and your head, it was pounding, I hoped it wasn't my doing so I added an asprin to our breakfast for two and I'm sure there's details I'm forgetting though I know you'll remind me selective hindsight has always been good to me but the next day you were calling or I was more likely yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah oh the rest is history and sometimes it seems like I'm living in a dream, but when I wake up, I still wake up next to you and things are seeming to go pretty well I know I couldn't write a better story if I wanted to and sometimes it seems like I'm living in a dream, but when I wake up, I find it's a dream come true and things are seeming to go pretty well I know I couldn't write a better story if I wanted to
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Left To Give 04:42
Soon after we first met, you joked I'd write you a song and I said I probably would if you stuck around that long though the words would come easier if everything had gone wrong oh but that's not the case oh that's not the case at all and I wanted to sing how I felt but I didn't know how as if my heart was disconnected from my brain and my mouth maybe feeling afraid I couldn't think of the words that I should I first wrote "if I could write you into a song, I would" and now you're away with your parents and I'm realizing the truth you said that all of my friends here are just you and I haven't left my place since the day that you left though these tendencies I had long before we ever met and even now that you like me, I'm still trying to impress I guess I get my validation from those I like most and respect but you said it's not a matter of how you feel for though opinions are important, it's what I think that's real and this caused an epiphany from advice I'd never taken for I'm 25 years old yet still seeking direction on how to feel about myself, but it should be my own game to play yet I'm still waiting by the telephone just to hear what you have to say and I thought I'd wasted all my good ideas on previous relationships but I still have so much oh I still have so much oh I still have so much left to give and it goes without saying that I think you're adorable so it's probably not necessary to mention how much I think you're cute and if you weren't in my live I'd probably be so much more productive but I couldn't care to do anything when I'm with you and now I've changed the rhyme scheme but I'm not changing the subject for I need ABAB for the holy literary repetition because AB's what you call me; your American boy and it's totally stupid but this and everything else you do, everything you do, everything you do, just reaffirms my aforementioned notion and I thought I'd wasted all my good ideas on previous relationships but I still have so much oh I still have so much oh I still have so much left to give
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oh you, you could say anything yeah you could do, oh you could do anything but if you said goodbye these are the words that i oh these are the words that i would need to hear for me to disappear so what is wrong with me? there must be something wrong with me why do i do all these crazy things? falling in love just as soon as we meet and why can't i sing what i cannot say? there must be something wrong with me there must be something wrong with me there must be something wrong with me it's the only excuse that i that i can believe nothing makes me feel more at home than you do oh nothing makes me feel more at home than you do trying to remember the things i can't forget what has come and what hasn't come yet ever since the night that we met until the words that we haven't said oh babe i can't get you out of my head but i don't wanna get you out of my head no i don't wanna get you out of my head.... oh no no, yeah~ nothing makes me feel more at home than you do...........
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Nothing makes me feel more at home than you do
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Your eyes upon the rose I'm naked and you're clothed You did the laundry and hung my heart on the line And there are words to express The emotions we digest But I read ahead so you stopped the time And we're so bad, bad, bad Bad at being in love so bad, bad, bad Bad at being in love And my plane was leaving town But you stayed on the ground You never could afford to fly anyway But you entertained the thought Until you drew first and shot I was surprised you'd think better of my place And we're so bad, bad, bad Bad at being in love so bad, bad, bad Bad at being in love And this water knows how to reflect The things I seem to neglect What's a moment like this to the sea? Yet I can't help but regret Every word I've ever said It's the poison of being born free And we're so bad, bad, bad Bad at being in love so bad, bad, bad Bad at being in love

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I wrote, recorded, and mixed this album in less than two weeks.

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released March 28, 2015

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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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