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With what was accomplished
And what was left
For tomorrow
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That One Night in Brooklyn
Remember the night
Where we almost died
It was a treacherous evening
That became more bizarre
As the night went on
The cops showed up to ask questions
But we were just visiting the
Pad
We knew so little
And wanted to leave so bad
The Slowdown
The slowdown
Starts with a drop
Into the pool
Of chaos
But rather than
More of the same
Comes a different move
To drain the waters
Of course action
In reaction
A slower movement
Emerges
From the depths of
The churning
Water
Pay Me a Song
Pay me a song
So I can sing along
So that musicians
Like me
Can eat our dinner
Thankfully
To have hope
Finally
Be
Free
Stream a Song
Stream a song
For one penny
All night long
But if it keeps you up
Turn it down
The musicians of the world
Need to make a dollar
Or pound
Transparency
Thankfully
For the musician in
Me
Capsized Hopes
It started with a
Bit of wind
Picking up from the south
When the burst came
The hope of the vessel
Was let out
So that summer
I planned
To never sail
Again
Limits
There have to be limits
Limits for my own
Expectations
During this time
Of running fast
And running blind
So I hope to find
These limits
In due time
Be a Part
Be a part
Not apart
Of the movement
To understand
And address
All the confusion
To continue
Growth
Be a part
Of wherever this all
Goes
Atlas at Last
Atlas at last
To pay attention to the wind
And the grass
The world as we see it
Needs us to step up
To be what we can potentially be
A source for good you and me
So look at the atlas
And know
This world is ours to save
Or ours to throw
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And read them
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