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Trenches
04:11
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Alarm goes off, another day
Each day's a gift, that's what they say
But I can't see the present now
Day to day trenches pull me down
I fill the tank, I pay the rent
How is it going? I'm content
No, I'm not well, that's what I mean
I think I'm somewhere in between
It's the same thing
Nine to five, joining the slow stream
Waking up only to daydream
Wondering where time has gone
Clock in early
Three meals a day, exercising
Get home and turn on the TV
Wondering where life has gone
I have a drink or two or four
I find I've stumbled out the door
Smoke in my mouth, clouds in my mind
Search for old feelings I can't find
It's the same thing
Nine to five, joining the slow stream
Waking up only to daydream
Wondering where time has gone
Clock in early
Three meals a day, exercising
Get home and turn on the TV
Wondering where life has gone
Clock in early
Three meals a day, exercising
Get home and turn on the TV
Wondering where life has gone
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3. |
I Want to Go Back
03:31
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I see the leaves change in my memory
Visions of mountains swept into the sea
Drinks in the fields, smell of the rain
Birds in the shallows going their separate ways
Lost in the woods that I used to call my own
Brushing the dust from what used to be known
Lost in the woods that I used to call my own
I want to return to a place I've never been
I want to go back
I don't know where and I don't know how
But I want to go back
I want to go back
I have been trying to cope with my mind
I caught myself wishing I could rewind again
Feeling alone, don't want to be seen
After leaving for so long, nothing's what it used to be
I want to return to a place I've never been
I want to go back
I don't know where and I don't know how
But I want to go back
I want to return to a place I've never been
I want to go back
I don't know where and I don't know how
But I want to go back
I want to go back
I want to go back
I want to go back
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4. |
Do You See Me?
03:38
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I thought life had just begun
Now the curtains are beginning to close
A snowflake into flame, ink on a black page
Half of my life could be over
What's left to be said?
It comes in shadows, in the flickering light
Mindless moments, at the end of the night
I thought I'd be more certain
That you'd love what you see
Do you see me?
I'm lighting my last cigarette
And she is sleeping downstairs in our bed
How can I be in love, and yet so alone?
Maybe she feels the same
Maybe that's okay...
It comes in shadows, in the flickering light
Mindless moments, at the end of the night
I thought I'd be more certain
That you'd love what you see
Do you see me?
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Coals
03:50
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Sometimes, I think about you
At the end of the day
And how I can't remember
How to talk to you that way
I catch the faintest glimmer
Recollections in my head
A passing conversation
Books given by a friend
And I had that dream again
When you were here, and I was just a child
Lost in the certainty
When wonder lived and coals were on my tongue
I left a candle burning
In hopes that you would show
The morning fog has lifted
To reveal a cloud of smoke
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Moses Lake
06:15
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I don't visit enough, hasn't changed too much
A few new buildings but not much else is new
Same kind of people, same skies big and blue
I took a walk outside on the low hillside
The wind is blowing through the fields of wheat
It's so much bigger than a rearview mirror
The whole family's in town, it's a beautiful sound
The clinking of glasses, laughter in the air
Talking about the young days, telling jokes that last the years
As the noise dies down and the fire goes out
We all slowly drift our way to our beds
My mother whispers
I wish that you were closer
I'm missing my hometown
And the people that are there
Each memory suspended
Like the sweetest smelling air
There's a woman I knew who passed away in June
Left her husband and the house that hasn't sold
He's trying his best to manage with the cards that he's been dealt
He volunteers at the church with the homeless and hurt
Wears a big red hat with white text on the front
I saw him down at Safeway
But I didn't say Hello
Some old friends are still here, we went out for a beer
We're sharing where our separate roads have taken us
One is having babies, the other just lost two
As we finish our drinks, one of them says to me
It's not much, but I'd never leave this place
Sometimes I wish that I had felt the same
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Light
01:11
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Open the Door
03:14
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I built the walls without windows
In front of the flowers outside
I brushed away all the webs I could see
The silence was louder than usual
I filled it with all I could find
Tearing it down and re-building
Just to pass the time
Open the door again
What will you find?
Open the door again
All of these endless revisions
Pacing around to and fro
I heard a voice once familiar to me
It looked like a memory forgotten
Blurring the lines of the light
Tracing the ground with your eyes
Slowly up to mine
Open the door again
What will you find?
Open the door again
What will you find?
Open the door again
What will you find?
Open the door
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9. |
Covered Tracks
03:23
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Breathe in, breathe out
You can't go back
Can't go back
Shifting, changing
Covered tracks
Covered tracks
Wash it off and clean the slate
Swim into the deepest lake
Slow down, calm down
Begin again
Cherish the memories
Memories
Walk among the fallen leaves
Take the fruit off of the tree
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N. Sherman Kelowna, British Columbia
With a sound that has garnered comparisons of Nick Drake and Elliott Smith, N. Sherman's songwriting illuminates the strange, dark, and beautiful areas of humanity. Taking a bold new lyrical direction and a more thoughtful approach to sparse arrangements, his debut full-length record "I Left a Candle Burning" was released last year. ... more
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