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Searching For Sound (in progress demos)

by Brian Smith

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A mediocre character, nothing special here No gift for enchantment, no delight in the mirror Just a slim, fruitless being or an ordinary pawn But you’ll be the talk of the town after you’re gone In passing you quietly, they never look twice Not sought for your thoughts, much less your advice You could be completely naked, but they’d still look on But you’ll be the talk of the town after you’re gone So who are then? You must be new here Oh I never would have guessed that you’ve been around for years Well maybe I’ll see you though probably not But you’ll be the talk of the town after you’re gone Now you’ve got something happening, but there’s something else to do I made other plans and they don’t include you Perhaps maybe the next time if there’s nothing else going on Until there won’t be a next time after you’re gone And I heard you had aspirations, had something up your sleeve But until they are realized, you’re just a child with a dream And if you’re not here with the rise of the sun You’ll be the talk of the town after you’re gone Now the clock’s adding time and you’re counting down the days Until your absence is apparent and they’d wish that you stayed So you try to announce that you’re the chosen one But you’ll only be the talk of the town after you’re gone Now I heard you were someone, but I had no idea Why didn’t you shout from the heavens so we’d know that you were here? You just seemed so ordinary until we saw what you’d done And you’re the talk of the town now that you’re gone So when are you returning? We miss you so much We always adored you and all that you touched You had a golden grace, just ask anyone For you’re the talk of the town now that you’re gone
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Gone but not forgotten Alive but not a lot And I am living on the edge of a dream A foreigner in a city But it's ok because it's pretty And beauty speaks every language fluently And I feel I've lived more than most But not enough to boast For I am no better; I'm just existing differently And perception is subjective Though vision can be selective Providing explanation for different beliefs
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We always saw love in the same way, just at different steps on the trail And I needed comfort in those times and you needed a sail So I lead the way to a far off place and you followed close behind But now we’re approaching our separate ways with you going yours and me going mine And you said, “If you think that I’ll be fine now, Well then you’re dead wrong” And though I’d love to hold you in my arms forever, I’m sorry but I’m not that strong And you called out for me in a desperate plea, but I was not around You were searching for company and I was looking for sound I said “I can’t help you with your broken heart; I cannot cleanup the mess I’ve made” But in either case, we’re both better off now than if we’d decided to stay And now I’m searching for that special place, For somewhere I belong And though I’d love to hold you in my arms forever, I’m sorry, but I’m not that strong Oh it’s a lonely road out here or at least that’s what they say But personally I haven’t noticed it much as the scenery changes each day And it’s not that I don’t need you; it’s not that I don’t care I’m just getting to know the man who’s heart you used to share And I no longer can make it right After all that I’ve done wrong And though I’d love to hold you in my arms forever, I’m sorry, but I’m not that strong
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From a small town in the countryside Knowing if I stayed, it’d bury me alive Lucky for me, I got out just in time Mama won’t you carry me home? Feet so heavy, I can barely stand Everything is according to mysterious plans Cause my dreams never told me that I can’t Mama won’t you carry me home? Mama won’t you carry me home? Oh Mama won’t you carry me home? Mama home for me is on the road So Mama won’t you carry me home? Everything I own is on my back Got no burdens nor dreams I lack Nothing I need I forgot to pack Mama won’t you carry me home? Been around so long I forgot where I am Makes it hard when asking directions Try to show me where to go without using your hands Mama won’t you carry me home? Mama won’t you carry me home? Oh Mama won’t you carry me home? Mama home for me is on the road So Mama won’t you carry me home? Second hands and one-night stands Every roadmap is a change of plans Each entrance an exit for another man Mama won’t you carry me home? Never was into old folk songs That you can make up as you go along Guess the next line for you can’t be wrong Mama won’t you carry me home? Mama won’t you carry me home? Oh Mama won’t you carry me home? Mama home for me is on the road So Mama won’t you carry me home? Home, is on the road So tell me how to dream and I’ll tell you where to go Mama won’t you carry me home
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Should I be profound in conversation, is that what you’re expecting? Should I conquer the room with every word that I say? Well I’ll maintain my lack of elegance if it means you won’t dissect me For I am just trying to remain You say you thought I’d be different, well why don’t you tell that to a mirror? I’m sure there are a million stooges that would happily fill my place So line up for registration and you too can be a pseudo intellectual Meanwhile I’m just trying to remain And you claim to love music, but you’re only listening to your radio You say you’re well read, but only if it’s critically acclaimed And I should have headed the warnings not to dance with those I can see through But I am just trying to remain You suggest the grass may be greener, but this can’t be true in all directions For some places have no offerings, but only stains I could list them alphabetically, but this is something I’d rather not do For I am just trying to remain And what happened to all the men that you said you respected? Have they evaporated by morning along with the rain? Well you know that even God never paid any child support Meanwhile I’m just trying to remain There’s no need to get upset, it’s just a minor loss of freedom Or at least that’s what you said when the Moldovans had me detained And now I’m trying, I’m trying so hard just to forget you For it’s the only way I know to remain it’s the only way I know to remain it’s the only way I know to remain it’s the only way I know to remain
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released September 1, 2013

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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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