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Then The Phone Rings
04:09
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Remember a time not engulfed by lies, nope? Neither do I.
I’m much to kind to express or write those feelings tonight
If I had a good friend to whom in which I could cry,
I would give it a try.
I’m much to uptight to even sigh, so alone I will lie.
And ponder aimlessly about things
that aren’t even in my control
got my mind in a spin
And then the phone rings
I’m full of hate and grumpy all the time
but I’m clean and thats why,
I’m able to shrug and get on with the day, give things a try.
Despite insidious plots from the Poli’s and Jacks to gag us and back corporate greed, corrupt policies
that plant destructive seeds
I like to sit and mull things over
Angry before I start to cry
My minds in a spin
And then the dam phone rings
Brrrring Brrrrring Brrrring.
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2. |
Winter
03:36
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Winter time has come again, no longer alone.
Venture out of my lair, now the cretins are home.
Winter time, my only friend, I’ll see you again.
often described as cold, weary and drab
its anything but that in my regard
And I love a southerly as it gently caresses my face.
leaving me, feeling free,
with an overwhelming sense of well being
What a delight, walking with my dog out n the rain
sit and watch the bathing birds
Splash around in the rain drenched tree leaves
Living carelessly, I envy them and sip my cup of tea
the night entails a warm mulled wine
an open fire, vintage vinyl spinning endlessly
enjoying all the niceties of life
Calming sound of winter rain
helps me sleep when tapping on my window pain
resting easily, I sleep in till the light shines through again
cold morning breeze, puts me at ease
i wake up fresh and brew a pot of Melbourne tea
enjoy the dew as it trickles down the healthy green tree leaves
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3. |
Glad That You're a Mess
03:59
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Must be that time of the week
We both seem to of passed our peak
A glass of rosé and some cheese, would sure go down a treat
Then we can share a late night HSP
We both try our very best
at our respective interests
Always amazed by how well you do
I facetiously sing 'nothing compares to you'
Scrolling through your telephone
Unintentionally, ignoring me
All the while I vigorously
Stare at the screen of your smart tv
Scrolling through your telephone
Watching TYT speak of 45
All the while I vigorously
Listen to 'The View’ and wonder what transpired?
Share a drink or two with me
Share a drink or two or three
For no apparent reason, but to find tranquility
do we need to justify what we do, do we?
Maybe you're a mess sometimes
it’s an endearing quality
I’m glad, cause frankly so am I.
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4. |
Emotional Escape
02:47
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Shutting off is a legit way to cope you say
There’s nothing quite like feeling nothing at all
Push it down, that’s your emotional escape
Can’t take the stress of having feelings today
We’re just wasting our time, you are just wasting my time
I am now just wasting your time
What does it all mean, its an emotional plea
If you don’t mind I’ll be in bed all day
I don’t have anything of substance to say
The temptation for life is not really there and i'm
Warm and safe, so in my bed I will stay
Is there something wrong with that you rage
Tied up in my existence, my mind is a slave
I don’t feel entitled to partake
In the day to days been normalised in this rat race
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Blissful
03:16
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Out of touch, just as much as is able in this modern world
Out of touch and left behind, falling through the cracks
while thinking at the same time
do I mind that i'm stuck inside on what is such a lovely day?
do I mind that I'm quite alright on the edge of giving it all away?
Question my own integrity is there something I'm rebelling against?
I don't care much for the noise I hear, or maybe I'm just stubborn at best
If you must pursue, why it is I like it this way
If you must discuss, it's pointless at the end of the day
Oblivious, I listen reminisce radio
always looking back and missing the days of old
Oblivious, I listen reminisce radio
blissfully unaware lost in my own little world
I listen reminisce radio
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6. |
This Life is Pretty
03:39
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Tell you all the time, that my heads not right
Im crawling up the walls again
Tell you all the time, so you’re well informed
emotionally insecure at best
Think only of myself and not always in jest
at times I do regress
Tell me all the time, I’m quite confused and I
have trouble, lots of trouble, making up my mind
Tell you just as I have a million times
Before this and out of boredom I sigh
This life is pretty
This life is pretty unbearable at times.
Feels like drowning out at sea
Oh goodie my life just flashed before me
What a wasted cliche it has been
At least my sense of humours still intact, unlike me
Im quickly unraveling
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Emotionless Faces Brisbane, Australia
Emotionless Faces is a Meanjin based songwriter and Freelance writer.
Emotionless Faces
is primarily a story teller, telling tales of love and social inequalities.
Born in the Low-Socio streets of South-East Melbourne, Emotionless Faces uses writing to express the thoughts and emotions that plagued their young mind in the depths of youth.
"I believe writing is the purest form of freedom"
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