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A Mountainside
01:40
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I’ve been a child among mountains
A man among children
A heart in a cauldron
A place you can stay
A memory locked in a cave of your sorrows
A friend you can borrow
A phrase you can say
A catalyst for all the chemical statues
A reason to run to
A seasonal lie
A pacifist in all the things you look up to
And all that you once knew
A passage of time
A hillside and a snake in the day
A child once emerged from the rain
A song with a singer untrained
And words once revered, to be feigned
A mountainside
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It seems these valley walls they echo a bit better in the night
And I know what it’s like to be afraid to sing out in the daylight
Well I was so cold for such a time
But everything’s just alright now and I’m doing fine
And I have friends to tell the world to get out of my face when I can’t find the strength how to
I sing with the wind that blows across this space that I have made my life into
And though the green fields have all dried up and gone away
I know that I’m doing just fine and I’ll be ok
My mother begs me to start singing songs that end on a happier note
I tell her I could never sing of such a thing I’ve never felt or known
And every time I sing the same old song, it’s always sad
(But what about love?)
Love is a bad disease I wish I never had
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To Belong
02:10
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I’ve got my flame-tipped gloves
And my heart all on fire
The world in my hand
And the rest in my mind
I’ve got this wonderful scarf
And a jacket with a patch of two trees on the back of it
And it’s cold this fall
And I know that it’s small
But I’d share it all
With anyone who wanted it
Now let’s not pretend
If I were to do it all again
I’d be sure to make clear
That what you get here
Is much more than might appear
God has me placed
Standing still in a race
My head reverberating with the sound of the starting gun
Patiently waiting for the hand of my starling one
and I hope that
You will have me like I’ve wanted to be had
Trust in the feeling that I’m out for nothing bad
There’s no concealing that the only wish I feel is to belong
To someone like you
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Final Lullaby
03:40
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Have you found what you are looking for?
You don’t speak to me anymore
And I, for one of the two of us, wonder how you are
I hear that you worry how I am
Ask me of my broken heart and my fractured hand
I’m still the same man you said you loved in the springtime
Is the new boy caring? Is he sweet?
Does he sing you soft songs to sleep?
Does he tuck you in and kiss you on the cheek?
This will be my final lullaby if you decide
Hold it close to you through the night
Sleep tight my long lost love. Douse the lights
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Honesty Sings
02:58
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Hospital halls and brain scans
Shattered dreams and broken plans
Damaged forehead and fractured hands
But, tell me, where do we stand?
Bandages and injured wrists
Broken hearts; You get the gist
Had a dream in Jupiter
I told you that I missed you
And as the moonshine pushed your car
I held your hand and touchd your arm
You pulled away and drove me home
Woke up, I was alone
A therapist he told me this
You’ll throw the dart and likely miss
But grab the next and this time aim
A little more to the right
But I recall the nights we spent
The tears we cried, the words we meant
And despite the now I’m not convinced
That, Heather, we ever missed
I know the stress became immense
I know that we are both intense
You’re castle wall became a fence
With holes enough to look through
And I see that you are moving on
The pretty new boy you’ve made your pawn
Is his soul as strong as his arms?
Will he right all my wrongs?
But does he know you don’t like chess?
Will he appreciate your dress?
I do confess I have made mistakes
Still it hurts to watch him take my place
And your face has burnt an image on my soul
And your grace has left an emptiness in my home
Do what you need to do to take care of your heart
But I’ll be waiting here to meet you right back at the start
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I walk a lonely forest floor
Snow and leaves cover my tracks
Your heart’s a cavernous corridor
But I see one thing that lacks
Relax,
Your castle’s wholly intact
Winter descends but I have built you a fire
To keep you warm in your hall
It’s getting late and you must be tired
Let your weary head fall
After all,
The day must heed night’s call
The trees are crawling with nightmares
The swift wind’s crisp fangs bite
The wolves are howling with night terrors
Don’t worry, dear. Douse the lights
You were right,
It’s better this way
In your ventricular shelter
Remain you safe from the past
And I will brave the cold winter
Knowing your fire lasts
There’s only one thing that your fortress lacks I have learned,
A door to return
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As they fall, leaves of autumn
They recall tastes of springtime
And as winter approaches
They are swept under coaches
Blown clear; and they ask
What happened here?
Like the leaves I wonder
Of the love blown asunder
Stop and sit for a minute
Don’t forget life’s infinite
In its ways of sunny days
As I learn, time continues
Fire burns leafy sinews
While the world circles center
I find nothing lasts forever
But returns by springtime’s terms
Dearest friend, have I hurt you?
Disrespected your virtue?
In my faulty provisions
Damaged by my decisions
Unspoken, value I’ve broken
How has it gotten like this?
Are we both lost in the mist?
Tender wounds, sorry reasons
Healing measured in passing seasons
And I hope you are alright
By the time spring buds surface
May we find common purpose
I will sing songs until then
Dreaming of friendship again
Fall’s leaves are springtime’s seeds
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Alexander DiGrazia Eugene, Oregon
Song craft from Eugene, Oregon based Alex DiGrazia.
Recording has been on hiatus since the
last release in 2011.
Keep your ears peeled for more to come.
And always, thanks for listening.
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