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Straw Songs: Vol. 1

by Jeff Straw

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She feels that happiness is a state of mind: Obscenely temporary and unjustly derived. I try a different melody, but she can't find the tune. 'Cause my baby only sings the blues. Her emotion's a bloodstain on a clean, white sleeve. And she never hesitates to say what she means. I hang on every insight, but her wisdom is askew. Oh, my baby only sings the blues. Yet, she somehow alleviates confusion With cynical, paradigm illusions. But, oh, when she smiles! She could light up a labyrinth. You'd be a fool to think her love isn't heaven-sent. As she's writing poetry for the bitter man, She tells me she loves me… I won't ever understand. I tell her that I love her, but she won't find me true. 'Cause my baby, my baby, my baby - That little girl only sings the blues.
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I know nothing about you. Let alone your name. Every girl is a silhouette Compared to who you'll be... Pretend that I finally see. Ease of ambition overcomes me Knowing that I'm not alone. Clearer thoughts are compounding. Make me smile when you come home. If you arrive here cold and wet, Take all of your regrets. Hand them to me. All the world is brighter…. Overexposed, like a photograph. Suddenly, we feel no stranger Than any strangers in our paths. Unabashed and unconvinced By the poisons in another's thoughts. Open-minded, unashamed. You absolve all the pain within my heart. Patiently, I will wait. Timidness is not my friend. Honestly will resonate Long after my heart's content: Love that's resilient. I want to know everything about you. I want to know everything about me.
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You have what you want, But not what you need. You have what you saw, But not what you see. Your boat travels on Further downstream. You share the air with the ghosts you still let breathe. The sun slowly sets As you close your eyes. You are so reticent To even your mind. You hide your regrets, 'Cause you can't set them free. But you'll spit out the key to their cage If you let them speak. You named your boat "Sincerity," 'Cause you wished it was your style: The actor loses himself after awhile. But you relax and coyly laugh, 'Cause you think it won't come back. Though the water's tame for now, It might not last. You find your friends In the movies you see. You bury your demons In the glow of the LCD. And you find your truths In the books that you read. But you never stopped to see If they'd float or sink. And though you try, the quiet kind Should not be your chosen scene. Let another mend the tears of tattered seams. The self subsides, so heed advice; Don't find it obsolete. The boats more steady With both halves heavy: A balanced empathy. You find your peace In the air that your share. You find your beach And live happily there. You share your courage With words that you speak. And you help balance the weight For those lost downstream. You help balance the weight For those lost downstream.

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released November 19, 2013

Andy Hawk: Bass and Electric Guitar on "Those Lost Downstream"

Written, Performed, Mixed, and Mastered by Jeff Straw.

Arranged, Engineered, and Produced by Luke Martin and Jeff Straw.

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