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Winter Acoustic Sessions / 2019

by markie erin

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1.
Circles 03:42
You just wanted a pretty girl To stand next to you while you scowled And prowled around the corners Of a world you’re bored with But still control You’re the fixture on a wall Filled with frames So I can’t help but notice Tracing hands in shapes The hair you’ll pull back And the curve of your face In a polycentric paradigm Our streets fold in Our ends align Nothing is real Except the sounds they’ll make at night a moonlight heist You’re the ghost in a hall Filled with flowering figures In corporeal communion Swaying toward each other But always catching air Just a ring around another Crop dust clothed despair In a polycentric paradigm Our streets fold in Our ends align Nothing is real Except the sounds they’ll make at night a moonlight heist amoonlight heist
2.
Work 04:13
Fighting the good fight isn’t always good Just because It feels right doesn’t mean it should I don’t know the words that you are saying but I’ll try to write them down so I can learn Lately I’ve been crying and Swear to you I’m trying so just know that you are heard Solving a problem creates more to solve Running in circles entangled in all our resolve I’m so angry all the time but I don’t want to sit at home and sink into the floor I’m so tired all the time from keeping this on my mind but I know there’s still more Work to do and I’m not the only person in the room I don’t know who you think I am But I hope you’ll think of me again I don’t know what you think I’ve done I’m not perfect but I’m not the only one I’m not perfect I’m not I’m not I’m not perfect, but I’m not the only one
3.
Closure 05:48
I don’t hate you anymore I’m done knocking at your door I could write a thousand songs to tell you what I want but I couldn’t read your mind and you couldn’t read mine I’m sorry for the things i couldn’t feel for waiting for breaking when i thought i couldn’t heal I’m still a masochist it seems you’re still caught up inside a dream a life i never could’ve lived a piece of sanctuary i couldn’t give My hands aren’t shaking anymore I’m done picking at this sore I won’t rearrange my thoughts to hide from what we wanted so i’ll stop taking up your time i know you’re done with mine I’m sorry for the things i thought about you the anger from danger of the things that I might do to me to you you’re still too hard on yourself i’m still not always lucid with myself a bit overwhelmed lately not quite so old as I might think i’ll forgive you forgive me i’ve been a little tired you see wrestling myself messing with my health taking out the dark dreary worn out parts of this broken heart machine trying to keep it clean from pictures of your hands nights i could barely stand thank god for gravity pulling me down i’m not quite on the ground but i’m getting close and i’m getting closer maybe it’s closure maybe it’s closure maybe we’re closer to closure
4.
Cities 03:03
I miss fourteenth street on a saturday and the color of your eyes i miss meridian hill mornings and the corners of your smile the path i traced from my house to your door the streets i'd wandered there before i criss crossed state lines to explore a life i couldn't quite ignore the district sleeps in color but i sleep alone my destiny is static but i am on the run i miss the cuyahoga river the backyard at my parents house ohio's melancholy winters my grandparents blue couch your hands tapped on the table as i squirmed we talked about lives we led before back when your hand fit tucked in mine a love we couldn't quite leave behind now you sleep with someone and she's not me so i will keep on dreaming of my cities to help me sleep
5.
Boxes 02:31
You’re packing up Boxes full of broken hopes And all the things you forgot you owned You’re moving out But the house isn’t empty It just doesn’t hold your clothes anymore You’re waking up But you’re still sleepy Shaking off the night’s embrace, that face You’re on the phone Sorting a transitional home It’ll be awhile until you can breathe alone But I’ll be here Waiting for your heart To bloom again With open palms Until then With hands drawn You’re doing fine the day’s on your side But it’ll be awhile until you can breathe alone
6.
Patterns 03:35
My hands used to be tied with a sinking feeling Caught up by unchecked complications In my runaway mind Leftover illusions torn from jagged times But now my feet are walking patterns to your door Geometric diagrams I trace across the floor And now I’m kissing you in crowded rooms Because we don’t need to be alone I never look at anything but you When I can I’ll wake up next to you in the morning I’ll smell like your perfume And these walls I’ve set in anxious stone Don’t seem to phase your simple smile So I’ll tuck you away inside a dream I’ll keep Until your heart can stay for awhile Still my feet are walking patterns to your door Geometric diagrams I trace across the floor Now I’m kissing you in crowded rooms Because we don’t need to be alone I never look i never look i never look i never look i never look at anything but you

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Recorded at Michael Spear Studios in Charlottesville, Virginia.

Guitar* & Vocals: Markie Erin
Keyboard: Michael Spear
Auxiliary Percussion: Catherine Spear

*1970s Vintage Squier Stratocaster, Made in USA

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released December 24, 2019

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