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My doctor always said I had a big heart.
I never knew exactly what he meant.
I liked to think of it as all a good thing,
that I had space for all my friends.
Each rain cloud I saw came with some silver;
I'm still sucking all the sugar off my pills.
But now that I know what he was saying,
I wish he would have sat me down and said,
"Kid, you're gonna die.
You know, you're just part of life.
So, go on, don't be shy!
You're dead unless you try."
My doctor always said I had a big heart.
I never cared to take his measurements.
I felt that health, like home, was where you made it,
and I never strayed to far from common sense.
Each rain cloud I saw came as a nuisance
since the news came down so heavy on my head.
Now that I know what he was saying,
the charts, the marks, the farce, he should have said,
"Kid, you're gonna die.
You know you're just part of life.
So, go on, don't be shy!
You're dead unless you try."
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Golden Thread
02:42
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Our fractured hearts, the fractioned parts, all making us a whole.
The holes in us that hold us up, a backward blanket to unfold.
The fabric lost, as dust to dust, frays us each a little more.
Under that cosmic brush that dust was crushed, I saw a new star being born.
We're all together a patchwork quilt stitched by the love we know.
No material to make it real, but it all feels real enough.
We've all got tears and doubtful fears, just saltwater and ghost.
Our fractured hearts, the fractioned parts, make us all part of the whole.
A lightning flash, a lightbulb splash, the sky around it dull.
The darkest parts, the unlit chart, unrecognizable;
but, I'd know that smile anywhere, the way it could warm up the cold.
Just picturing his welcoming, bringing gold thread of his own.
We're all together a patchwork quilt stitched by the love we know.
No material to make it real, but it all feels real enough.
We've all got tears and doubtful fears, just saltwater and ghost.
Our fractured hearts, the fractioned parts, make us all part of the whole.
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Lost And Jealous
02:14
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Your wings picked up and took you to the Golden State.
You've got a dream bigger than the Golden Gate.
All the while, I stayed silent by the Golden Rule,
I should have spoken up, now I miss holding you.
Now I miss holding you.
Cutting my teeth, sharpened by my silver tongue,
getting lazy, I turned toward the Silver Sun.
Picking up reflections in my silver spoon,
I woulda set it down, but I miss holding you.
I miss holding you.
Now I'm lost and jealous in Los Angeles
with no voice to call her out, Oh, please!
I'm lost and jealous, she's just losing sleep.
Oh, I'm just lost and jealous in Los Angeles.
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Slow Fire
04:10
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I wanna be a slow fire.
Not too hot, but always brighter
than all of the others, than all of your worries;
so, when shit gets heavy, you'll know where to find me.
I wanna be open
like a drugstore whenever you need some.
Stronger than Valium, and stronger than Lithium;
so, when it gets heavy, you can fly right to me.
I wanna be that light switch that never goes off,
or that tight skirt that never stays on.
I wanna be the gardener or the painter of your daydreams,
so, when shit gets heavy, we already made our scene.
I wanna be with you in the mornings
kissing your eyelids and thinking of breakfast.
I want you there catching me so selfish
for all of my staring, well, I can't help it.
I've written lots of lines, not many for you yet.
Just give me some time and I'll give you my best.
I want you to go wherever you'll go,
just don't be an island, let me be your coast.
Oh, I could be your ocean, just let me get close!
You could sail the seas and I'd keep you afloat.
I wanna be near you tasting the salt,
uncorking the bottles from letters you wrote.
Just let me get close. Just let me get close!
I wanna be your coast.
Just let me get close. Just let me get close!
I wanna be your coast.
I wanna be the heat in your coffee,
or the sugar, dissolving.
I wanna be a slow fire
burning bright so you'll know where to find me.
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The Beholder
03:28
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I must admit your face
looks pretty tonight. It's pretty familiar,
I have seen those eyes somewhere before.
So, before the sun rises, take my hand.
We'll walk to the park, that's where I'll kiss your lips,
your lips so delicate, so delicately.
We'll walk all night until the shadows find us.
I'll hold your hand if you hold mine, if you hold mine.
So here's my confession,
I had seen you before I met you.
I caught you in the corner, yeah, in the corner
out the corner of my eye.
I said to myself, "Don't be shy.
Oh Lord, don't be shy!"
Remember the night we spent in the lights? Or
those awkward first steps as we came into this life? This life.
We woke up together,
you were in my arms, my arms so tightly.
I promise I won't let go until you ask me to,
and you ask me nicely. We spend our days
with the friends we come to love. Love is a strong word,
so use it wisely, oh my. My, you're lovely!
So, stay with me through the night.
We'll fall asleep and let our dreams fly high.
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Waltz #2
03:10
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If love is a waltz, will you dance when your partner's gone?
When the band is done, and your feet are sore?
Will you drop each step like it's a cigarette
on the broken set of steps to your door?
If love is a waltz, does it keep a steady pace?
Like the lines that we trace, and earn on our palms?
Or does it change
in the slightest of ways
like the blood in your veins
when you see her face?
Well, if it is, and our love must die,
if our love must go, then I hope we go first.
But, if I die with you by my side,
or even you on my mind,
I'll know I lived right.
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Skin
02:44
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The skin that you're in makes my confidence sin,
makes the towers I built turn their backs to the wind,
turns my words all to snakes, my thoughts all abate their will.
The mercury spilled, its brilliant color's revealed,
and all the levees that broke, they can't be rebuilt.
The toy you once held slowly fastens its grip.
And it won't let go! It won't let go of you!
The wings you receive as the pendulum swings
make the sky open up to concede all its dreams.
The truth about death, I'm caught between heaven and hell.
The men in their steads, mighty pens in their hands,
write the stories we read about the blood and the sand.
The book we all held stands a guard at your cell.
Now it won't let go! It won't let go of you!
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Words I Deserve
05:59
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Call me a liar, call me a fake.
Call me a thief, 'cuz I'm taking this cake.
From suburban struggle to a hospital bed;
I've got a fever, it needs to be fed.
So, I'm counting my coin, I'll take the next train
with my heart in my hands and my hands on the rails.
This lonesome longing that I wished on myself,
it's good for a song, but it's bad for my health.
So tell me you love me! Let me hear it again!
I'm down on my knees begging for your hand.
And this change that I pled for before,
now it's a constant that I can't ignore.
Call me a coward. Say it to my face.
And call me the pieces I lost in this game.
From hometown hero to a homeless drunk man,
I've got a problem calling me what I am.
So, I'm counting my coin like these droplets of rain.
They color the porch to mimic my pain.
This savage surrender becoming my Hell,
it's beating my heart but this melody helps.
So tell me you love me! Let me hear it again!
I'm down on my knees begging for your hand.
And this change that I pled for before,
now it's a constant that I can't ignore.
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Bagpipe Boy
04:26
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The nurse is wiping down her sterile section.
The doctors are all planning their vacations.
The chaplain came, even he's been cursing Satan,
while the family waits for an artful explanation.
A lobby mumble goes to Dios Nino.
A sunken stare wonders, "Where did He go?"
An anointed Son who'd probably rather lay low
if it were his and not his father's say-so.
But the grit and grime of public prayer prevail;
the woven-fingered vigil that spares no detail.
As the Life-Support-grown air is growing stale,
a brave bagpipe boy prepares for it to fail.
The nurse and doctors hide their tears in break rooms.
The chaplain's come to hate the book he loves, too.
The family waits for every little breakthrough,
but can't deny the clock and what it's been through.
It's hard to be a better man than Jesus,
to trust his dad in spite of what he teaches.
It's hard to keep myself from being selfish
when all God's rhyme and reason has all left us.
But the grit and grime of public prayer prevail;
the woven-fingered vigil that spares no detail.
As the Life-Support-grown air is growing stale,
a brave bagpipe boy prepares for it to fail.
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Dog Ears
03:57
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I've been casting all my shadows on,
on Walden Pond, standing tall,
taller than Thoreau.
I've been trying to make them live,
trying my best to give them everything
they need to make 'em seem a little less surreal.
And I've been calling ever since on all my Emersons,
claiming innocence to God and all His friends.
Trying to make 'em see there's more to make believe
as my story goes, so the story goes…
You know there are stories to be told,
so I'm writing out on the road.
The pages fill as we grow old.
I'll keep the dog ears down in case you've found
you want to come on home.
I've been casting all my memories on,
on Walden Pond as far as I can throw.
Trying to make them skip,
trying my best to ship them all out to sea
to make 'em mean a little less to me.
But I've been feeling ever since that a part of me still drifts,
blaming coincidence for Mother Nature and all her hints.
Trying to make her see that there's more to Make-Believe
as my story goes, well, so the story goes…
You know there's beauty to behold,
so we wrote and wrote and wrote!
The pages filled as we grew old.
I'll keep the dog ears down in case you've found
I'll keep the dog ears down in case you've found
I'll keep the dog ears down in case you've found
you want to come on home.
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Leftmore Denver, Colorado
Leftmore is an indie acoustic rock act from Colorado, started in 2005 by Matthew Shaw and Joe Ziegler. Joe went solo from late in 2009 to early in 2014, one part story-teller, one part emotive melody, and at least one part human. Matt rejoined with Chris Doxtator on drums and Geoff Brent on bass guitar. The lineup now vacillates between the solo, duo, and quartet conditionally based on time-space. ... more
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