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History is
Like a wave
Suspended
In the skyyyyyyy
Ambition
Ambition
What will
Fill That
Which Need
To Be
Fiiiiillllllllled
Ambition
Ambition
Am Am Am Am
Biti Biti Bition
Am Am Am Am
Biti Biti Bition
Ambition
Ambition
History is
Like a wave
Suspended
In the sky
History is
Like a wave
Suspended
In the skyyyyyyy
Ambition
Ambition
Ambition
Ambition
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2. |
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I think I know so much
Because there is so much
So much presented to me
So easily
I like to think I know
All there is to know
All I know is what helps me best
Forget all the rest
In front of our eyes
Not much inside
In front of our eyes
Not much inside
In front of our eyes
Not much inside
There is so much to know
But if it doesn’t glow
There’s no need to find out
I’ll do without
Without a second glance
Except for happenstance
Nothing is left to chance
And so I move right along
In front of our eyes
Not much inside
What I know
Is not much indeed
In front of our eyes
Not much inside
What I know
Is not much indeed
In front of our eyes
Not much inside
In front of our eyes
Not much inside
In front of our eyes
Not much inside
Me
I conveniently
Cast aside
That which
Which doesn’t fit
Doesn’t neatly fit
Fit into
Into my eyes
I think I know so much
Because there is so much
So much presented to me
So easily
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3. |
Am Now
04:10
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Composted years
How I got here
Lucky I didn’t just
Disappear
Deceptive, Secrets
Forced into my ears
All those voices, sowing doubts
Selling me versions that do not align
Learned I could disrupt
Stories lodged in my brain
With their collective might
Kept me astray
But I kept moving, looking forward
Even on all those backsliding days
For all the time, that has passed
Just defines part of me
So I sit down for several long minutes
Trying to take that spectator’s gaze
Then perhaps, for just a few seconds
What I see will reflect back in me
There’s no magic No sudden catharsis
Slow but steady as long as you try
In time or out, effort mutes doubt
And those voices, oh those voices
In time or out, novelty sprouts
And those voices, they begin to
Feel like I waited longer
Longer than I had ever thought that I would
Feel like waited longer
Longer than I had ever I known that I could
Feel like waited longer
So I peek
Carefully
At where I am now
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4. |
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Why don’t you tell me
To go to hell
Why do you let me treat you so bad
Why do you let me treat you this way
Why do you let me
Walk all over you
Whether in sneakers
Or high heeled shoes
Why don’t you just turn and
Walk right out the door
Why don’t you just turn and
Walk away
Why won’t you tell me
My ways don’t work for you
Why dismiss this crumbling cliff
And just be through
How could I serve you
With my twisted mind
How much more will it take
Before you leave me behind
Why don’t you just turn and
Get as far away (as you can)
Why don’t you turn and
Walk away
Why don’t you
Why don’t you Why don’t you
Why don’t you Why don’t you
Why don’t you Why don’t you
Just walk away
I’ll hold the door for you
Just walk away
I’ll hold the door for you
Just walk away
Just walk away
Why don’t you why don’t you
Why don’t you tell me
To go to hell
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5. |
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Every day when
I get up
Reach beside
Me
Only to find
That you
Have left me
Once again
So I’ll go searching
High and Low
Wondering why
Did you go
Find you with
All my friends
But not
With me
Once again
Laying in my bed
Thoughts of you
Run ‘round my head
Money, oh money
I can’t get enough of
Thinking about
You
Money, oh money
I can’t get enough of
Thinking about
You
Then they’re those times
You are so close
It makes such much cents
As I smell your notes
Other times
I hold you near
In such great abundance
That I lose all fear
And Hand you out
So easily
Next thing I know
You’ve gone from me
Push and push
I seek again
A way to make you
My best friend
Where did you go
Who cut the leash
Left me adrift
That’s plain to see
Money, oh money
I can’t get enough of
Thinking about
You
Money, oh money
I can’t get enough of
Thinking about
You
Around the corner
Up the stairs
I must have left some of
You somewhere
But all there is
Is plain to see
Broken promises
Empty dreams
Knock on doors
Make some calls
Who will break
This frantic fall
Soon will come
Another day
When all there is
Is me to blame
Wish I could take
The time to see
You’re less an option
More memory
You’re less an option
And more more more
Memory
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6. |
LALA
03:11
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I’m better than you
I’m smarter than you
I’m prettier than you
That’s what you taught me
When you go
Always a show
So all you’ll see
Is virtually reality
All those palm trees
Thin shadows, ocean breeze
There’s not much shade,
much shade at all
Growing up LA
Place I was born
Creates new norms
Will transform
Delivery room to Scientology
Each passing year
Gets much more clear
Wish I could just miss you
But forever you are with me
All those palm trees
Thin shadows, ocean breeze
There’s not much shade,
Much shade at all
Growing up LA
It’s amazing
Never stops blazing
Trails for those whose feet
Float off of the ground
Then they found
Their feed bound down to
Ground that moves without a sound
Ground that keeps you moving
around and around
All those palm trees
Stood over me
Day after day
They would not say
And what you don’t say
Won’t exist anyway
Makes it all go away
I’m better than you
I’m smarter than you
I’m prettier than you
That’s what you taught me
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7. |
New Newz
04:02
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New York Times
Washington Post
Dallas Morning News
St. Louis Post-Dispatch
Indianapolis Star
Rocky Mountain News
Columbus Dispatch
Tampa Tribune
USA Today
Wall Street Journal
Kansas City Star
Detroit Free Press
Twitter, twitter, twitter
Charlotte Observer
Ft. Worth Star Telegraph
Boston Globe
San Francisco Chronicle
Los Angeles Times
San Diego Union Tribune
Orange Country Register
W. Palm Beach Post
Miami Herald
Daily Oklahoman
Portland Oregonian
Nashville Tennessean
Instagram
Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
Cincinnati Enquirer
Richmond Times-Dispatch
Philadelphia Inquirer
Houston Chronicle
Chicago Tribune
Sacramento Bee
Orlando Sentinel
Omaha World-Herald
Norfolk Pilot
Cleveland Plain Dealer
St. Paul Pioneer Press
Facebook Live
Atlanta Constitution-Journal
Newark Star Ledger
Denver Post
Minneapolis Star-Tribune
Arizona Republic
Baltimore Sun
Seattle Times
Louisville Courier-Journal
Hartford Courant
Little Rock Democrat-Gazette
Raleigh News and Observer
San Jose Mercury News
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My need
For certainty
For certainty
All of the time
Biggest difference
Between you and me
I need to be right
All of the time
I need to be right all of the time
Don’t want to be left behind
Certainty
certainly
Certainly
keeps me blind
Keeps it lean
No in between
Keeps me from seeing
what’s not mine
Certainty certainly keeps me blind
Keeps me left behind
Where’s the line
What defines
Then decides
When it’s right
Of course
I will endorse
Why I’m right
All of the time
When I’m not right
Gives me a big fright
Afraid that I might
Lose my height
That’s why I need to be
Right all the time
Could it be
My certainty
Is keeping me from
Feeling fine
So fine
So fine
Gotta feel so fine
Gotta feel so fine
All of the Time
Gotta feel so fine
All of the time
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While you sit
And you make
What you make
Let’s you take
So what you take
You partake
Partake in
What I make
That’s the game
To partake
To partake in
What I make
So what you make is
What I take
I create
What I make
And you take
With what you make
But what I do make
I hope you do take
For if you don’t
I will go to waste
That’s the game
To partake
To partake in
What I make
So what you make is
What I take
That’s the game
To partake
To partake in
What I make
So what you make is
What I take
To partake in what I make
Is the game that must play
We all play so I can make
As I take what you make
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10. |
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Savor
What you have
While it’s at hand
For no fault
Of your own
Things will change
One Cannot
Predict
Fortunes good or bad
As hard as
We try
Control is beyond us
And while we can
Change how we
Make sense of it all
Those choices
Aren’t easy
And sometimes restrained
Just you
Remember
For as long as we’ve been here
They’re always
More sides
Then we’re willing
or able to see
Most Things
We do
Wind up
A memory (or a nightmare)
So if
At all
Possible
Enjoy
What you have (I ain’t got much)
Where you are (I don’t like it here)
For that’s
All there is
All there is (There has got to be more)
All there is
All there is (There has got to be more)
Savor
What you have
While it’s at hand
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Brian Shapiro Band Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Shapiro’s storytelling focuses on themes of distorted thinking, the idea of what it means to be normal, and the question of how to accept hard truths we may not be ready to accept. Shapiro has been called a keen observer in his songwriting capacity with a freewheeling creativity that sparkles with skewed humor. With a powerful, yet intimate voice, Shapiro speaks to the hyperbolic times we live in. ... more
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