The corner I seek is a place where no one meets (outtakes, rarities, & shy recordings)

by a Singer of Songs

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02:14
A man came And then walked away Today
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This late at night nothing feels right The empty street, a crack underneath our feet I find the key, you smile at me Then one look back, your bike chained to a tree It’s a scene of a crime It’s a permanent disguise And we move on like there’s nothing here to see The early morning light will hurt you’ll see You were so bright in the neon light Named us allies for the loneliness we fight Your breath is faint, you write our names On foggy glass against the world in the back It’s a scene of a crime It’s a permanent disguise And we move on like there’s nothing here to see The early morning light will hurt you’ll see Then we sit down, we look around And then the rain, like birds on fields of grain It’s a scene of a crime It’s a permanent disguise And we move on like there’s nothing here to see The early morning light will hurt you’ll see
3.
Put the star on the tree now With the angels and the lights Inhale, enjoy the smell of pine And the chill of the night The moon hopelessly low And the snow beneath your feet It’s too cold to breathe Smoke like clouds The tiny words we speak The wind from the hills Where the sun just bled to death Bells through windows Gift in fake snow on the floor and then The words that should buried in silence The wood that should be put onto the fire The Christmas chimes within The funniest mistake that I ever made Was sit down and think this heat was here for me to take The corner that I seek is a place where no one meets A shadow of the tree that you lit so beautifully The street is awfully quiet Cars parked under trees Mist creeps through the branches Curtain of curiosity This is the one where I’m alone now The one I dread the most The feeling I hold onto Like a crack onto a hole The words that should buried in silence The wood that should be put onto the fire The Christmas chimes within The funniest mistake that I ever made Was sit down and think this heat was here for me to take The corner that I seek is a place where no one meets A shadow of the tree that you lit so beautifully The tree that you lit so beautifully…
4.
03:25
A tiny light Across the street It’s not my kind They’re not my breed So I turn around Mirror glass staring at me Tonight all is off It’s all a cry My silent sigh Like fuel for fire The moon is rock But it sure don’t feel that way Slow motion day Slow motion day Tonight I’d hide Behind your back And then howl Like a dog into the black It’s easy enough To feel at a loss A coward’s hands On a hero’s cross It’s off again But I’m ready to go And be a better man A better man Tonight I’d ride Into the woods Then I’d lie down But stand I should Stand I should Oh you and me running away Oh you and me in slow motion today Oh you and me in slow motion today
5.
Why did you just look the other way As if there’s nothing left for us to say The beats sound far away People don’t walk here they sway But I have many good reasons for us to stay If you go I’ll follow you around Up the stairs I’ll beg you to come down I’ll watch you walk in your nightgown Close the lights, pull the curtains down I guess it’s time to see you hide not to be found I guess it’s time to see you hide not to be found I guess it’s time to see you hide not to be found
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05:11
It is Saturday now The sun like bleach on colored clouds The heat is humming The street sedated like me I could stroll around for days Pretend the dust covers up my trail Hands meant to wave Sweep the sweat off my face I went out with wisdom to shout Show treasures I’d found Walk on waves I will wait for this Saturday To be washed away by rain And the people all look light Their destinies ahead shine bright The trees wave joyously The breeze from wrong to right All the corners that I know Are roots of emptiness that grows Where sorrow slowly flows I feel at home I went out with wisdom to shout Show treasures I’d found Walk on waves I will wait for this Saturday To be washed away by rain Now it’s after ten o’clock I walk the street another block I hum a waltz but I’m ready to rock It’s still Saturday now The moon a glare on darkened clouds Words in whispers wishing they were loud I went out with wisdom to shout Show treasures I’d found Walk on waves I will wait for this Saturday To be washed away by rain
7.
Did the marketing boys promise That your shit would be a hit Did they try to suck your soul out Just to clean it up with their spit Now here you are Running home from nowhere Here you are Running home from nowhere The path was laid with laughter On easy silky skin But it was the hollow silence thereafter That really did you in Now here you are Running home from nowhere Now here you are Running home from nowhere Here you are Running home from nowhere
8.
Oh what a day Oh what a day Oh what a day to be looking my way And smile like white turning grey We wait for the fight We wait for the fight We wait for the fight, for a target that’s right An enemy to step into the light In these trenches On these wooden benches We sit scrape the mud off our boots We sigh like it mattered The cigarette butts scattered Smoke for the sun to shine through Night after night Night after night Night after night looking up at the sky Like a black hole still hungry for light The world through a hole The world through a hole The world through a hole and the silence that rolls A flag hoisted but hanging low In these trenches On these wooden benches We sit scrape the mud off our boots We sigh like it mattered The cigarette butts scattered Smoke for the sun to shine through Oh what a day Oh what a day Oh what a day to be looking my way And say you feel patient today
9.
The silhouettes move but the light is the same The horizon like dust on a mud road again A farm in the city I built With tools dull and stained The trees in dark concrete The light through the rain The words I have ached for The lives I have slain For this life in the trenches This silence I feel is my reign Is it true what they say Is it better that way With the trees just a way to the top Does the breeze push you forth To wherever is worth Or is it just a sigh to the world It’s just another way of saying I won’t be around The blanket is warm And the glass is a screen Of feelings unheard of And joy yet unseen A farm in the city I built A dollhouse I dream The stars they look empty My hands they feel numb Silence a prelude to a scream yet to come Cause if called on stage You’d better have something to say Is it true what they say Is it better that way With the trees just a way to the top Does the breeze push you forth To wherever is worth Or is it just a sigh to the world It’s just another way of saying I won’t be around
10.
I’ve been on this road for so long It’s made me wonder if I’ll ever find my way back to you I’ve grown silent like a mountain after thunder Blind like a mother with a child’s pain to soothe On this road to nowhere The breeze still smells like you Ashes turn to sparkles Black fades into blue Darkness wrapped around me like a blanket Rabbits run for their lives in the headlights I wish I knew where this restlessness will take me A chest to lay my weary head to rest On this road to nowhere The breeze still smells like you Ashes turn to sparkles Black fades into blue And then you
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All songs written and recorded by a Singer of Songs in his home in Barcelona, 2009-2011
Except ‘A Singer Must Die’, written by Mr. Leonard Cohen and honored with the stunning vocals of Miss. Ana Franco

Graphics by Mr. Jeremy Sroka
Mastered by Mr. Jim Bob Aiken

This album is dedicated to Mr. Jeremy Sroka and his Hi54lofi bunch. Check them out on www.hi54lofirecords.com.

More songs and stories on www.asingerofsongs.com

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released September 23, 2011

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a Singer of Songs Barcelona

I sing songs in the bathroom. In packed and empty venues. In gardens, sheds and churches. Once in a weird Finnish gym and also in the oldest house in Switzerland. On a boat and in a bus and in a horse farm. In noisy Italian bars and spookily silent Belgian rooms. On my own and with people.
I sing songs and if you want, you can listen.
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