Little Songs to Pass the Time

by Green!Eyes

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A collection of short songs recorded in sleepless late nights.
Inventory continues to grow over time.

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released July 17, 2010

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Track Name: The Final Show
People comes and go
where someone stays someone don't
same old scenario repeats memories
once again the final show
in which what you missed has never shown
microlized in polaroids likes poetry

"Strange Parallels
Perfect symmetry"
nostalgically brought irony
how confused pretending I wasn't here at all
'Cos when the times came we won't know who we were
Track Name: Too Steep to Climb (Mp3 for July)
Don't tell me you've got something
don't stick it out from your shoe
you behave just like a little child
I admit I'm no longer young

the stairways are too steep to climb
and I saw you way up high
and I saw you way up high above

still I feel nothing

So you set me front the TV
saying something stupid to make me laugh
you sounded like a grownup man
I admit I'm no one you loved

the stairways are too steep to climb
and I saw you way up hide
and I saw you way up hide

still I'm feeling nothing
I mean I try to feel nothing
when I saw you way up high
when I saw you way up hide
when you've been everything to me
Track Name: Secret Double Life (for facebookers)
So you put your shoes on
securely lock the door
waking up the invisible dog
your footsteps in separated rhyme
repeating overdue slogan
no conscience begs to differ

your street enlighten by the late night drops
crowded faces routing online
forgetting which book you read last night
Before the alarm clock unwind the dried up Spring
with half-wet clothe in the kitchen
you'll find yourself making the supper till morning comes

would you paint your pretty face
for your secret double life
when nobody read your sadness
out of your half shut eye
In time you'll lose all your friends
for your secret double life
and nobody would see you wept
over your splitting crime
over your splitting crime

So you take your shoes off
securely placed the door
comforting the invisible ghost
your footsteps in separated rhyme
revising overdue slogan
all consciences beg to differ