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Holler
03:54
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Anywhere with You
02:40
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From the cold shores of Lake Michigan
To the hot beaches of Cameroon,
It doesn’t matter what place you can think of,
I don’t care, I’d go anywhere with you.
Remember getting lost in Jordan.
Not having a map was a mistake.
And don’t forget the Brussels airport.
At least our cat did not escape.
The airing of grievances in Foumban,
Or a very long guided tour of the Louvre.
Lost luggage in Menorca.
I don’t care, I’ll go anywhere with you.
Remember getting lost in Jordan.
Didn’t have a map - what a mistake!
And don’t forget the Douala airport.
That was not our closest scrape.
From the cold shores of Lake Michigan
To the beaches of The Gambia and Cameroon,
Hell, even locked down in Johannesburg,
I don’t care, I’ll go anywhere with you.
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Tranquility
04:24
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Is it just me
Or are people both smarter and dumber than they used to be?
Come with me
I’ll regale you with tales of the highest degree.
Warily
I keep hoping that they’ll make a liar of me.
Therapy
Yeah, it keeps me from falling in holes that are too big to see.
Free
Of the worry of past insults, both real and perceived.
Yes indeed
I don’t have to keep blaming myself for the making of me.
My tranquility still depends on me.
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Dad
02:43
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Flying.
A boat so fast it felt like flying.
On the lake before first light,
Just hoping for a bite,
Wanting to make you proud of me.
Riding.
In your Bronco we’d go riding.
I rode across the South with you,
The world was just we two,
Such warm and fading memories.
I wish you were back here with me.
I guess that’s nothing new.
But I look on with envy,
At folks that still have theirs,
And it makes me think of you.
Worry.
You always calmed me when I’d worry.
And I never had to dread,
That you might kick me in the head,
To make yourself feel manly.
Sorry.
I wish I’d told you I was sorry.
Because I think it ev’ry day,
And wish I’d found a way,
To say it when you were around me.
I wish that I’d lived with you -
I was too weak to say.
How I might have turned out
With good instead of evil.
But I’m still here today.
I wish you were back here with me.
I guess that’s nothing new.
But I look on with envy,
At folks that still have theirs,
And it makes me think of you.
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Questions
04:18
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Who can I blame when I’m down and my flame's almost out
And I don’t like myself?
Really no one else.
That’s why I’m working on me.
Why did I have such dread to start taking meds, was I worried
That it would not help,
Or was I maybe worried that it would?
What was I doing just sitting and stewing, my mind brewing
All kinds of bullshit?
Was it worth it?
Did I waste too much time?
I wish I could forget things.
Would I cry less if I could?
I’ll keep on going like it’s nothing
Whether or not I should.
Where will we find an abode and a place to call home
When we’re back in the USA?
I’m counting days.
Til we have a place of our own.
When did I start worrying about what would exit my mouth
Standing ‘round at a party?
Do extroverts change
Or is this anxiety?
How do I get past the pain and regret of the words and events
That haunt me still?
I guess they always will,
At least there’s therapy.
Sometimes I wish I could forget things.
Sometimes I don’t even try.
And I’m not so good at forgiving,
I’ve got damn good reasons why.
But it ain’t too late to start living
Before I have to say goodbye.
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Homesick
03:15
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Not sure just who I am
Or what I’m supposed to do.
That didn’t stop me before,
But before-me is out of view.
8,000 miles from home
Or from where that used to be.
I’ve gone so far ‘round the world.
I’ve come so far to escape me.
Not sure I know the trends.
Eleven years have slipped through.
Not sure I know my friends.
Are we envelopes with no more glue?
Distance is measured in miles,
And time laid out in years.
Another metric I’ve known
Is the volume of my tears.
Not sure just who I am
Or what it is I’m supposed to do.
That didn’t stop me before,
But before-me is done and through.
8,000 miles from home
Or from where that used to be.
I’ve gone so far ‘round the world.
I’ve come so far just to find me.
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Grocery Rag
02:49
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Done and Gone
12:37
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I did all his bidding,
But I still knew the taste of the floor.
No doubt he liked hitting;
No need to even keep score.
I think of that kid then
And why he couldn’t just run out the door.
It’s me I’m still kidding,
And I can’t do this anymore.
Façades are important,
Our house always looked like a home.
But wave goodbye to comp’ny,
Then steel wrench against collar bone.
This is not a eulogy,
I’ll be as petty as I fucking please.
He was a pile of garbage,
And just singing that gives me some peace.
Some wounds heal funny
And some don’t heal at all.
But despite all the hurtin’,
I’ve decided to change how I fall.
Now that’s done,
I’ve done gone.
Yeah, I’m done,
Done and gone.
After all, I’m still alive.
Even though, I didn’t give myself five.
Look at you – sympathy for one!
I don’t need you, I am done and gone.
After all, I’m still alive.
Even though, I didn’t give myself five.
It’s not a matter of who lost or won.
I was there then, now I’m done and gone.
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Evan Heird Silver Spring, Maryland
I am a bassist by nature, traveling the world with my diplomat wife.
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