1. |
Bright Lights
03:52
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The dive bars
And the big ideas
Of youth, and
The feelings
Of what is new
Never been done
Before, down
Darker streets
Talk talk talk
About the things
We planned on doing
To change the world
The regrets
Before we had even lived
But, at some level
We just knew
How the world worked
How it tore
People down
Pitted them
Against each other
Under the bright lights
While cops drove by
Pigs leaving memories
Of billy clubs
Across your throat
Take another hit
And leave this place
For somewhere better
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2. |
First and Ft. Lowell
04:29
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Somewhere
By 1st and Ft. Lowell
A silent man
Beaten down
Sits by a gray
Abandoned building
In the shade
With an old plastic bottle
Filled with water
Letting the hours
And the days slide by
One high to the next
Punctuated by the
Unbearable struggles
Just to exist
In the heat
Of this godforsaken
Desert
But I really can’t say
That this couldn’t
Have been me
In some
Slightly different life.
Had a butterfly
Down in South America
Flapped its tiny wings
Just a little bit harder
Who knows what
I may have become
Or what I might have done
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3. |
Until There's Nothing
04:36
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When you come
I don't know
If it will be
Like a Mack Truck
Hitting me
From behind
Or a termite
Slowly eating away
The inside
Of my brain
Until there's nothing
Left to feel
Or understand
Or if you'll come
Like some Medieval
Torture machine
Making me cry out
For that final relief
But don't want
Anything left unsaid
Or a table
Covered with regrets
Written on little cards
To remind me
Of all the things
I should have done
While I've been around
And had my chances
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4. |
Broken Chair
03:02
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A broken chair
In a dirty alley
Gentle breezes
With people sleeping
On the sidewalk, or
Begging for money
Cicadas in the trees
Clouds in the sky
Up above
With a bright sun
On this
Summer afternoon
Somewhere
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5. |
The Cat
03:52
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Wherever the compass points
We'll go there together
Though the times maybe tough
And we all
Have our own
Bags to carry
Crosses to bear
And personal struggles
But no matter how lost
It seems we are
We'll be right together
Finding peace
No matter how many storms
Are raging
Around us
[repeat]
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7. |
Love's a Simple Thing
04:17
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Until this all
Comes to an end
I’ll love everything
Good that I can find
In every garden
And every dustbin
While I give you
All my love
Love’s a simple thing
Yet so hard to find
But I found it
With you
Yeah, love is a simple thing
But so hard to find
Letting go of the worries
And the strength
Found in aloneness
But in the moments
We share
Is where we should be
As time barrels on
Until this all
Comes to an end
I’ll love everything
Good that I can find
In every garden
And every dustbin
While giving you
All my love
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8. |
All the Ways
03:20
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When you think about
About all the ways
This mightn't have worked out
The ways we mightn't
Have made it through
All those struggles
theA bad choices
And the risky deals
Yet here we are
And Should appreciate
Every single moment
Because
Each could be
Our last
And these are the moments
I want to live with
Not the memories
AAnd the sorry stories
From the distant past
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9. |
The Garden
03:32
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The sun shines
On the tangled mess
Of a garden
That’s untended, but thriving
In its wildness
With wild rabbits
And young hawks
Unaware, of where life
Is going to take them
Beyond this one
Brief moment
Of innocence
And perhaps
They’re the moments
We all must find
Everyday
If we’re going to escape
Our darkest impulses
Those moments
Of small freedoms
And the joy
That come
With letting go
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10. |
That Ain't Love
05:28
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I think I'm done
Playing with guns and daggers
And psychopathic explosions
While calling it love
Rimbaud and Verlaine
Makes for such a touching story
A case of pure romance
Right on the edge of Hell
But that ain't love
And I don't need to keep on trying
To live it, cuz' it’s
More like, mutually agreed on
Self harm and redemption
And that ain't love
Pleasure and punishment
When in the end
Keeps you looking
In your rearview mirror
When it's time to call it quits
But I've looked over that edge
Oh, too many times
Over too many bridges
And too many cliffs
To know that jumping
Ain't going to be the answer
And I got too many things
Bouncing around in my head
To take on anymore
From someone else
So just hold me tight
And don't say a word
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11. |
Silence
03:55
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When the night
Is so silent
And deafening
And I lie
On the bed
Looking
Through the ceiling
And imagine it
Crashing down
All around me
And soaring
Into the lost sky
Above
Not knowing
If there’s anyone
To hear my lips part
Before I speak
Or if I even know
What I would say
In this heavy moment
Would you close
My eyes
With your kisses
And assure me
That we’ll wake up
To a new day
Because the night
Is so silent
And deafening
While I lie on this bed
Looking through
The ceiling
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12. |
Big Boat
04:00
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When I look around
At all the hatred
And the anger
Being thrown around
Then I think it’s time
For us, to all get on
That big boat
Put aside our differences
Sail away
To a distant shore
Let’s climb aboard
That big boat
Sail away
Across the sea
Of this unhappiness
To that distant shore
Come along with me
On this big boat
Leave our troubles
And the blame
Over here
wave goodbye
While riding off
Into the distance
On this big boat
That will take us away
Baby, come with me
Across the sea
On this big boat
Taking us away
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Mark Hahn Tucson, Arizona
Tucson artist and writer, Mark Hahn, grew up in Detroit MI, studied at the Art Institute of Chicago and has traveled, lived and worked in many major cities across Europe and the United States. He has now settled in Tucson and spends his time focusing on varied creative projects while exploring the Sonoran Desert and the broken down mining towns that are scattered around the Southern AZ landscape. ... more
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