Thursday, January 16, 2014

Dear Brooklyn, I'm Sorry...LYRICS

Artwork and Photography by Heather Parkin

1.17.10 REVISITED
You may say that you want to leave
but you're never gonna walk away
Oh my love,
you're never going to walk away...

You may say that you want to leave
but you're never gonna walk away
Oh our love,
Where did it go.
Oh my love...

TIED TO THE BEDPOST
Your eyes displayed desire
as your lips found insincere.
You were brought in for pleasure
until man he begged too much

I'm sorry - to you...
the woman in the buckled shoes

Now, here's the message -
I'm leaving you.
With broken tongue; the sorry truth
we'll call the heart a bluff.

I'm sorry, to you...
the woman in the buckled shoes 

I was starved of heels
taken by her lace.
when I busted my lip on the bedpost
of a woman who loved me less.

I'm sorry, to you...
The woman in the buckled shoes...


TO YOU, MY FRIEND
Clear the eyes to look outside
Picked a card for the spoke of my bike
I've been dreaming all night 
waiting for the sunrise - so here...
Today is about you my friend.
Together, my friend.

We can join leagues in the park
Hide and seek until it's dark
Nothing to divide us - 
fire flies will guide us home.
I'm glad to be your friend.
Together, my friend.

We've been peeking through the blinds
Even cars hide tonight
Starlight through the window, 
Aligned - combined with shadows
We are friends
together, my friend.

Nightlight comes and goes again
I lie awake, pillow on my head
Now it's time - to sleep, to dream.
Hoping that you'll meet with me.
Soon to be with you my friend.
Together, my friend. 


DADDY DON'T TELL IT ALL
Dear Dear Brooklyn,
Dear God.
Dear, Dear Mother
Dear Pa
Dear Grace
Sorry if i've done grace wrong
Sorry If I've done Grace wrong.

Dear, Dear Children
Well Momma won't cry
if Daddy don't fall
Daddy won't fall, if Daddy -
Don't tell it all.
I'm Sorry...
Dear Brooklyn,
Dear God.
Dear God.
Dear God.

PRISON OF AIR (Matt Nurse)
You and Me
We are what we're here to be 
You and Me
We're to make eachother free
Free and there
there's a knot in your flock of hair
in the night - you dream and you hope i might.
Why this pain?
Our heart is such a fragile thing
Why this love?
So, our hearts can grow when this life gets cold
why the pain?
our hearts are such a fragile thing.
Why this pain?
So our hearts can grow when this life gets cold.

POOR SWEET APRIL
April - poor sweet April
In April, I won't weep.

April. Poor sweet April
In April, weep no more?

Starve your woman of touch
to taste the tongue of another
Lye not on the bed,
for these sheets aren't for your mess.

April, Please seek April
April come -I won't weep no more.
.
Now, go back to the woman you love 
Go back to the woman you find -
love.

Tell her you're sorry,
 she'll stick around.


TOMORROW WE'LL KNOW WHY
Gentle words - scribed by pen
Swallow the knife,
 we'll start again.
I know, that you know -
you weren't listening in.

Now, I know why...
I've been waiting
and holding on to New York.

Home
I can't go home alone.
I can't go home.
Home, 
I can't go home alone

Smile now -
I'll be gone.
Tomorrow, we'll know why

Now, I know why - I've been waiting.
I'm holding on to you,
 New York.

We laughed, we sang and then we danced.
I'm a broken marionette - that never had a chance.
Home, I can't go home alone. 


SHOULD'VE STUCK WITH COTTON
Don't take it and make it all about yourself
and don't think I won't be fine down the line
Don't take it and make iit all about yourself
and don't think i won't be fine down the line

Someday, Somethings gotta change
Someday, someone's gonna lose control -
over something you don't know about.

The man, in the boots
bloodied up my suit
I should've known better 
but I couldn't see down the line
His jacket hit the floor
Her eyes found the drawer
She should've stuck with cotton 
For lace aint got the time.

Someday, Somethings gotta change
Someday, someone's gonna lose control
over something they don't know about.


WHEN ECHO MARKED HER PRINTS
Her hand was open
as it struck my face.
Her eyes found regret
then my lips struck back

I did not know what I did
but I know what's to come
Will Ma forgive Pa 
when the knife turns to gun?

These pennies aren't wishing - 
these boots aren't worn for eyes.
I'll cut each wrist
and send the bruise a kiss goodnight

She'll place both hands on the bible,
until her blood marks her prints.
I struck once again - she struck back when...
I did not know what I did -
But I know what's to come.

Will Ma forgive Pa when the knife turns to gun?
I did not know, what I did.
Although, I know what's to come.
Will Ma forgive Pa - when the knife turns to gun?
Well, it turned to gun.


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