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Personal Journey
04:24
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Life is a careful loser of itself
The time to sense and appeal wanders and wanes
But in my own battered fantasy I digress
Heavy burdens are temporary vignettes of mortal pains
Beauty is a delicious gift full of serenity
Only achieved through the sweetest of grace and happiness
Forceful in its delectable directed reality
And miles away from an overtly saccharine duress
My closed doors are being gently opened
The lightness of joy muted will soon hear
I’m on a personal journey to find my way
And I’ll savor in it day by day
Nighttime’s fury keeps my fears engrossed
The calm is suppressed by the rapturous storm
Yet the pain of loss is a trusting friend
Compared to the wily throws of existing torn
Long lost is gloating the elation of personal championship
Far away is the garden ripe and fruitful
Rather the present concerns experience short in breath
My pasture’s near barren buds yearning not to lull
My closed doors are being gently opened
The lightness of joy muted will soon hear
I’m on a personal journey to find my way
And I’ll savor in it day by day
Regardless of the listen-less heartache
Muddied by achingly incomprehensible sorrow
I have a platform to examine and bleed
And absolutely no debt for to borrow
My closed doors are being gently opened
The lightness of joy muted will soon hear
I’m on a personal journey to find my way
And I’ll savor in it day by day
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Shamefaced Tango
03:39
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You used to be there for me
And now you really won’t
You used to care for me
And now you say no no no
Your backhanded jabs sting my heartstrings
Your once clairvoyant reverie has lost both of its wings
You’ve lost your ability to dream my man
Is that worth always looking at yourself?
You’ve lost your sense of what it all means my man
Can that stand up to blank material wealth?
My faith in loyalty is ravaged
Can we conceive a fight to make amends?
Put down your guns, your prejudice
Put down your fear, your attitude remiss
Or I’ll bid you adieu old friend
I thought I knew you old friend
You used to be gentle
And now you’re vile and lost
You used to be sentimental
And now you cower at a cost
Your clever assaults decimate my front line
But your held back envy is all mine mine mine
You’ve forgotten about my wounds my man
Is that worth toying with your enemy?
You’ve forgotten
Can that stand up to flat tension and greed?
My faith in loyalty is ravaged
Can we conceive a fight to make amends?
Put down your guns, your prejudice
Put down your fear, your attitude remiss
Or I’ll bid you adieu old friend
I thought I knew you old friend
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Oh, Fateful Cards!
03:44
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I don’t know why I’m whirling
And I don’t know who I’ll end up being
I don’t know what I’ll do
All I know is that I wanted you
I don’t know how to think clearly
And I don’t know how to stop thinking
But I hope in a faraway land
You’ll feel my prayers and understand
I want you now more than ever
But you gotta reciprocate
I doubt myself altogether
I shouldn’t have given in to fate
I’ll never love again, no not in this way
Too much of my soul on the table
And I ain’t got any chips left to play
I don’t know why I entered this game
And I don’t know how I’ll get out
All I know is that Cupid’s got my heart
And he’s getting ready to shoot it out like a dart
I don’t know why my head’s in a daze
And I don’t know why I’m not in a bath
All I know is these confusing cards
And I’m desperate to find me the jack of hearts
I want you now more than ever
But you gotta reciprocate
I doubt myself altogether
I shouldn’t have given in to fate
I’ll never love again, no not in this way
Too much of my soul on the table
And I ain’t got any chips left to play
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Winter Masquerade
05:33
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Here comes the masquerade stranger
The festival of elaborate disguise
All you gotta do is forget yourself
And revel in the spirit of lies
Don’t ever lose your place knave
Just keep pushing to exhaustion
Cause Romeo will soon be on his way
And I surely won’t be watching
Free me from this strain lord
Whatever wild powers you wield
Allow me to desert shame lord
Let the festivities leave me healed
I can try to run
I can try to hide
But the unknown
Still looms inside
Go home
Go home
They’ll play her up on a screen
They’ll play her up like a queen
And when all is said and done
The kingdom will appear as it seems
The truth has so many holes
The crowd will swiftly fall down
And soon enough they’ll jump straight up
And shake it off like a laughing clown
Running for my space I suddenly tire
The ice has never felt so biting
By now I know Juliet has arrived
And my reason falls out from the lighting
Heaving as I sink into the wall
The dusk has come on strong
So what and so long they say
And smiley roars his victory song
Imaginary friends and fraudulent lovers
Cool mint washes away the smoke
But underneath the cloud they’re just pining for bread
And little do they know they’ll end up broke
Old Man Winter go away lord
Melt into the darkened stream
Expose my grand marquis lord
Run the night of broken dreams
I can try to connect
I can try to confide
But the throne will never be mine
Go home
Go home
They’ll play her up on a screen
They’ll play her up like a queen
And when all is said and done
The kingdom will appear as it seems
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Jude Markey-Smith New York, New York
making rock and roll music in new york
contact at:
judemarkeysmith@gmail.com
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