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Beacon
04:45
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Floating in the water
I’m lost within the tide
I’m calling out for my brother
The currents getting stronger
Its getting hard to breath
I’m worried I’ll be swept under
If you’re lost, follow me
If you’re lost, follow me
I’ll be your beacon, beacon
Be your beacon, beacon
Yeah
I’ll be your beacon, beacon
Be your beacon, beacon
Yeah
My friend, I will save you
Just give me your hand
Don’t ever say that you are through
Yeah, the road is long
I’ve been in your shoes
But these days, we got to march on
If you’re lost, follow me
If you’re lost, follow me
I’ll be your beacon, beacon
Be your beacon, beacon
Yeah
I’ll be your beacon, beacon
Be your beacon, beacon
Yeah
If you’re lost, follow me
If you’re lost, follow me
I’ll be your beacon, beacon
Be your beacon, beacon
Yeah
I’ll be your beacon, beacon
Be your beacon, beacon
Yeah
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2. |
Actual Size
04:02
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Lost in thought
LACMA
Dazed by a 60s Ruscha
Old dreams, we’re starring into space
Counting down
The ticking clock
Holding our breath till lift off
In a blink, we’re floating in the stars
Far away from home
Where the path is dark
You’re losing sight of who you are
But its alright with me
In a burst of light
A flash in the sky
Yeah, I lost my sense of time
As we drift into the storm
Drift into the storm
Float on down
Now back to earth
Searching for lessons to learn
Or maybe theres nothing beyond the frame
Like a rose
It is what it is
A potent, blunt spirit
Its a beauty thats stands on its own
Far away from home
Where the path is dark
You’re losing sight of who you are
But its alright with me
In a burst of light
A flash in the sky
Yeah, I lost my sense of time
As we drift into the storm
Drift into the storm
Far away from home
Where the path is dark
You’re losing sight of who you are
But its alright with me
In a burst of light
A flash in the sky
Yeah, I lost my sense of time
As we drift into the storm
Drift into the storm
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3. |
Anna
04:06
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The sun reflects off the spring time rain
It burnt your eyes, but its somehow worth the pain
Don’t tell me that you’re doing this for you
You spent the winter all wrapped in sheets
Trying to think of what you wanna be
Don’t tell me that you always told the truth
Take all the time you need sweet Anna
Know theres no shame in growing old
Everywhere you go these a growing umbra
For some it shines, but it isn’t gold
You moved away from your home
You’re twenty-five and still the worlds unknown
Thought of flying makes your wings turn to glass
On the train theres wandering eyes
And you’re afraid of whats inside his mind
You can’t keep your head down forever
Take all the time you need sweet Anna
Know theres no shame in growing old
Everywhere you go these a growing umbra
For some it shines, but it isn’t gold
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Costa Rica
03:57
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How far you’ve come
From where you used to be
You were just a little apple
Hanging from the tree
Too long its been
From when I used to sit there
I would write those silly stories
At dusk in the summer air
I would dream up some crazy idea
Of a girl out in Costa Rica
With her hair all made
Into brilliant braids
And skin soft as silk
March on little soldier
March off into the sea
Follow your given orders
Don’t care if you agree
But if you see you your friend
Run for a better life
Would you raise your arms
Or turn a blind eye?
Won’t you meet me outside the gala?
On the white shores of Costa Rica
We will spend these days
By calmer waves
And leave the past behind
But now you’ve grown
You got your wife and your kids at home
The future you face
You’ve got too much to leave this place
And I will understand
If you can’t leave your homeland
For this fantasy
Now I live in the flora fauna
In the jungle of Costa Rica
All the dogs they howl
As we dance around
The stars late at night
How far I’ve come
From where I used to be
I was just a little apple
hanging from the tree
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5. |
Orange Sky
04:19
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Tell me, friend
Can you hear the wind blow
Outside your door
Or is the music too loud?
It’s weird to think
That after all this
Time we have spent
We still don’t have clue
Of where to go
Of what to know
Or telling right from wrong
Is that the point of all this?
Is that the point of all this?
We spend these days entangled in
Conceived ideas and time
Trying to find a way out
Trying to find a way out
When summer flows
Through the city
It fills my lungs
And puts my worry to end
Theres something about
The way the trees move
That makes me smile
The simple sway of branches
What a gift
To be adrift
A young blood alive today
Make of it what you will
Make of it what you will
I should smile
For a million miles
Before my hair turns gray
Enjoy it while you can
Enjoy it while you can
Every broken hearts
And old bouquet
Know tomorrow is soon to start
These are the days
These are the days
(4x)
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Alexander Everly Chicago, Illinois
21 year old Singer-songwriter based in Chicago, IL. Self written, self recorded, self performed.
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