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Artisan Guardian
04:15
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It’s a cold rush, baby
Don’t know why she came
You risk touching my heart
And it’s calling your name
And I know that I’m talking
But my voice don’t feel the same.
I’m a car crash victim
No collision’s occurred.
It’s a preemptive measure
To safeguard her girl
A hasty wrapping of
An imperfect pearl.
She tries,
To hide me away.
As if I’m,
Not the reason you came.
Me, unbridled
Yeah me, run wild,
Well, I love the girl
I wish that I would stay,
True, untempered,
And calm, and centred,
With my soul inspiring,
Every word I say.
Pressure’s on.
She carries me away.
Maybe you can get through,
To this white-knuckled girl,
With your heart open, bright,
To both her and the pearl,
Whose glimmer first drew you,
I swear that you weren’t wrong.
My sole way to prove it,
To write you a song,
‘Bout my artisan guardian,
And then tender hope that,
The two of you might,
Somehow get along.
When she tries,
To hide me away,
As if I’m,
Not the reason you came.
Me, unbridled
Yeah me, run wild,
Well, I love the girl
I wish that I would stay,
True, untempered,
And calm, and centred,
With my soul inspiring,
Every word I say.
Pressure’s on.
She carries me away.
She carries me away.
And all that I would say,
Carries it away.
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2. |
Weatherman
04:39
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Weatherman,
You take a stand for something,
At times, for just how little you do know.
Does it feel as though,
Something’s turned up all the dials,
I’ll be here to help you find the calm though.
Sometimes I wish that wasn’t so,
And you won’t be
The winds that toss me to and fro.
Summertime,
I’ll let the rain surprise me,
Many things that I love not to know
And I am getting,
older, and I feel it,
A quiet slow unclenching letting go.
For me that’s how it feels to grow,
But these winds,
They risk corroding what I know.
I want to write the way that,
You are able, you are able,
With words that flash impressions in the mind.
I want to arrive nowhere,
Want to feel, want to feel it,
The rawness you were nudging me to find.
Cause I’d have told,
You every tiny secret.
Know that all of yours are safe with me,
And when you create,
The storms that you’re reporting,
Know that I am only sad to see.
Cause I have never,
Seen a sunrise sweeter.
I have never felt a breeze so warm,
As the ones you seem,
To mirror without effort.
They flash upon my inward eye,
I still feel I’m at home.
Oh, God, to feel you’re so at home,
‘Till the winds turn,
And wash away the seeds you’ve sewn.
I suppose I want to tell you I remember,
The rush, the love, the way that you would turn.
And to some, there’d be a clear and shimmering lesson,
But it’s not one that I would like to learn.
I want to say that I had room for all your darkness,
Cause God I know your power to transmute,
Bu,t weatherman, you’re more scared than you realize,
And though I left, I still believe in you.
Yeah, though I left, I still believe in you.
And it feels good to still believe in you.
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3. |
Better
03:27
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I’ve been here for hours,
I still got it wrong,
Another day I’ll write you,
A better song.
And I don’t know how you can be,
So present and so goddamn free,
I gaze ahead as if that’s what,
You might see in me,
Ah,
You might see in me.
I feel more than I should,
That’s a silly thought to me,
Don’t open up my mouth sometimes,
And others, I can’t let it be.
And I don’t know how you can be,
So present and so goddamn free,
I gaze ahead as if that’s what,
You might see in me,
Ah,
You might see in me.
Oh, I’m going nowhere,
And you think I tried,
Child, you’re such a calm girl,
I’m just still and wired.
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4. |
Tonight's Song
03:25
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Tonight’s song didn’t come out easily,
Tonight’s song will not fight me to be free.
But god, she is graceful,
With movements so light,
To reach out and touch her,
It wouldn’t be right.
She sits in a corner,
I should let her be,
But as I turn from her, she says,
If you want to paint me, paint me.
Tonight’s song doesn’t care enough to try,
Tonight’s song is the one I hear whenever I ask why.
But god, she is graceful,
With movements so light,
To reach out and touch her,
It wouldn’t be right.
She sits in a corner,
I should let her be,
But as I turn from her, she says,
If you want to paint me, paint me.
If you want to paint me, paint me,
If you want to paint me, paint me,
If you want to paint me, paint me,
I’ve never been the one to try,
I’m always sittin’ wonderin’ why.
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Haley Midgette Toronto, Ontario
Haley Midgette is a Toronto-based singer-songwriter and actress.
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