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Roundabout
03:02
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I don't know how to start today
I thought the good things came with age
perfect ducks sitting in a row
and plans turn out like you run the show
Life keeps spinning roundabout
through endless cycles of hope and doubt
time will tell whatever it sees
right now that's good enough for me
Wheat field growing in the back of my mind
sweet nostalgia or a waste of time
maybe my mind's playing tricks on me
pawning me something that I thought was free
Life keeps spinning roundabout
through endless cycles of hope and doubt
time will tell whatever it sees
right now that's good enough for me
I could climb the ladder maybe use my degree
cash out rich and live by the sea
but a quiet voice says 'seek nothing at all'
give your heart to a simpler call
Life keeps spinning roundabout
through endless cycles of hope and doubt
time will tell whatever it sees
right now that's good enough for me
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Trembling Throat
03:55
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I didn’t know what to say
So i sat there, quietly
Watching every move you made
Like it was some kind of sign
Language I couldn’t place
But I knew it so well
It hummed like hospitals
And rang like wedding bells
There’s an ancient song
In the back of the throat
We’ve all sung the words
All played the notes
Chords of sorrow and joy
Life and death all as one
Sweet grace in the morning
And love, turned bitter, undone
Spent a couple of weeks
Just sorting things out
Learning when to hold my tongue
Testing when to shout
Some holy obscenity
A half mumbled refrain
Something lost in translation
When the heart won’t speak to the brain
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Everyday
04:07
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Here we are
Together again
Looking this life in the face
Here we are
Another long night
Waiting for daylight to break
I will sit with you and wait
I will sit with you and wait
It’s a hell of a life
Living to die
Young from a terrible pace
Why the rush
We’ll soon fade into dust
Darling, lets take our time
I won’t let this go to waste
Let's not let this go to waste
He’s a spirited one
A son of gun
A sweetheart you can’t help but love
All our joy
all our pain in this boy
The many rolled into one
We will watch him grow and change
We will watch him grow and change
Nothing left
but the heart in my chest
It still beats like the day that we met
Every pulse,
every push, every pull
A song on the edge of my lips
I will sing it everyday
I will sing it everyday
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Brandon Pfaff Los Angeles, California
Brandon Pfaff is a songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, and attempted halfway decent human being making music in Los Angeles, CA.
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