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Soul Is…
Maybe soul is just a paper bag filled with air maybe a little baby, who feels when his mother’s there a studio apartment that sorely needs new furniture your body an electric motor, then soul is the armature Soul is, …
Soul Is…
By John Stano
Maybe soul is just a paper bag filled with air maybe a little baby, who feels when his mother’s there a studio apartment that sorely needs new furniture your body an electric motor, then soul is the armature Soul is, …
Carondolet
Some night walk up Bourbon Past old Lafitteʼs bar Cross Esplanade into Marigny Itʼs really not that far Thereʼs a shotgun shack with a voodoo door Incense in the air Smells all around you And skulls
Cost of Freedom
Cost of Freedom The sun is rising over the sea the light it brings forth now awakens me to this day My mind drifts free like the clouds in the sky the only
Further To Fall
When you were young, you said you’d come To live a life less ordinary Now here you are, a shooting star for a while Still can’t escape from this great Reality called your
Not Sorry Now
How could I have stayed so long? When in my heart I wanted to be free Now I will reclaim what’s lost I will find the pride inside of me I prayed for
when it’s over
goodbye the excuse of being a kid hello decisions I won't regret I may end up looking damn funny with bank accounts allergic to money and a girl out of place on her way out with
Basis
I waited till I was faded ran away to the coast lost my drive, complacent I charaded, contemplated woke up from the dream and came back impatient laid out the blueprints reviewed and took the hints looking
Can I Wish It for You?
Can I wish it for you The life you wanted Could I be there too? And not where I am We search in our complacency To see when we gave up Sifting through what might be the
AA
yea I know I got problems but who said I want to solve them just cause you can go on and point 'em out doesn't change the fact you're the one i
Why Can’t I Write a Love Song?
Why can’t I write a love song? Inspiration comes when my world’s crashing down Though I try to live in the moment When I’m happy, I never write it all down When I





















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