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High hopes
05:39
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Is this the moment?
We have been waiting for?
I thought i'd be so sure
Feel it in my fingers and my toes.
Is this the cure dear
For fear I've been holding too close
I thought i'd be so sure
Don't know which way to go
you tell me I'm selfish
my head in the clouds
Nothing but high hopes
High friends.
Room to grow
Love myself a little more.
Love myself a little more.
Love yourself a little more
Where is the line here
I'm sure that I crossed it twice.
Like many before me
What you have drawn has been exhausted.
Like maps of our bodies
Sewn in denim and cross stitched
worn through and patched up.
Never forgotten
You whisper i'm broken.
I'm shaking my head my whole
Nothings forever
I'm glad we're here right now
slipping away through
the cracks in mirror of myself
yesterdays far gone
She's waving us off right now.
tears in her eyes
Fingers like a gun in her mouth
crying forget me
rip all my pages right out.
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Yesterday (was awful)
03:52
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Yesterday was awful, nearly offed myself
Have a good time, have a good time
Life is short, then its dead
Have a good time, have a good time
If it feels like a thousand bricks on your chest
When you’re trying to get yourself out of bed
You might be depressed
Don’t get down, if you can’t find work
Have a good time, have a good time
You can be your own boss, just don’t be a jerk
Have a good time, have a good time
If it feels like your cup is empty
Drag, drag your feet to the nearest coffee shop
Fill you cup back up.
I’m not dead yet.
But I’ve got a face
So easy to forget
My love
Oh forget my love.
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What about you?
03:21
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My mind skips like a record player
My mind skips like a record player
The needle in the groove just won’t go smooth
When I close my eyes it’s off to the races
Frantically chases old fears and new doubts
What about you? What about you?
When my alarm sings, my whole body screams
Stay in bed it's just not worth the hustling
You have to do just to stay a float
Take the means of production back into your hands
I’ll be your muscle then
What about you?
When work is over, I’m numbing out
Drink in hand, screen on my lap
Try not to feel like I’m all alone
But it’s empty at home when I sit in my quiet
Gets harder and harder
What about you?
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4. |
Dig a little deeper
05:34
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Great art is born here and so it dies
The artist can’t afford rent let alone dreams
In the city they sparked into life
I’ve been cutting my teeth, playing these gigs
Biting my nails, dodging these debts
I want to be a giver but there’s not much left
So I dig, dig, dig a little deeper in my soul
Til I find my mind, might lose control
Leave my body, pay lifes toll, let go
On innocent bystanders at the coffee shop
They just want a bagel, I want the insanity to stop
They won’t lose sleep tonight if I let this bomb drop
Gentle, gentle, gentle oh don’t offend the ears
Entertain an audience hope they follow you for years
I don’t want to bore you or awaken your fears
Chorus
The meaning of life is my little secret
Some will always wonder, some will try to forget
Goes mmmhmmm, I mean lalala
I mean hahahaha my lips are sealed
You try to leave your sorrows all behind you.
When mania hits brother, that's something to cling to.
Become the lover, so high on life
Chorus.
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5. |
Day after day
05:12
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This is how your trap yourself in their game
Go to university acquire debts without the shame
Day after day
You’ll pay it all back in no time
At least that's what they tell you in the student loans line
Day after day
When you finally graduate
You’ll find out that your parents and your teachers didn’t know
Or they lied.
Now you have to burn the candle at both ends
Work a shitty job and go out drinking with your friends
Day after day
Believing someday the tables they will turn
Will you be climbing their ladders or watching their banks burn
Day after day
Your dreams will come true than pass you by
You’ll wake up on morning wondering
Why?
If you finish their race, you’ll be ignored and out of luck
Protesting for old age pensions til your dying breath
Day after day
Is this really how we let the world end
Eat or be eaten, stranger, foe or friend.
Day after day
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You can't grow a garden
04:38
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I’ve been dreaming, I’ve been fretting
What comes next, what could come next
Everything is crumbling, catapulting into chaos
Even what we can see, were completely lost
Somethings remain, true and untouchable
Like flowers are pretty, sunshine brings warmth
You can’t sprawl forever
You can’t grow a garden
In the shadow of a new condo
I’m finding hard to imagine a future
Feeding myself without the grocery store shelf
Everything is stopping, coming to a halt
All the tension building might never get resolved
Somethings continue, growing uncontrolled
You can’t see fear even with a microscope
You can’t sprawl forever
You can’t grow a garden
In the shadow of a new condo
I’m trying to remember, what life was like
With an illusion of safety, empty promises of plenty
Nothing seems to matter you can’t out run the rot
The stench of destruction will follow and then blind you
Something unclear will try to shine a light
Remind you to breathe, be humble be alive
You can’t sprawl forever
You can’t grow a garden
In the shadow of a new condo
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Things will go bossa
03:57
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Bobby Dylan Star
04:22
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I’m not Elvis Presley Christ
My face on plates
My name in lights
I’m no king of rock n’ roll
Curled lips, electric hips
But since the devil bought my soul
I’ve been on his radio
I’m no Bobby Dlyan star
When I’m patching my guitar
Just to watch the crowd thin out
When I turn my amps up loud
The answer has been
Reduced to three parts blowing in the wind
Was it something I said
Do you want me to write a song
Or pretend, life is perfect
Creativity is dead
Music used to flow
From grateful heart to grateful soul
Now there’s an itty bitty stream
Where you can barely dip your toes
And I can’t pay my rent
With a fraction of a cent
Who would dare to spot-a-fly
Thats been sitting on the wall
Where the industry decides
Who will and who will die
Until nothing is left
But the ghost of music’s last breath
Was it something I said
Do you want me to write a song
Or pretend, life is perfect
Creativity is dead
This is not the voice of god
Do what you will
Love who you want
If hear the angels sing
Be sure to dance and leave a tip
And forgive the notes that they get wrong
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Richard Garvey
Richard Garvey is guitar-strumming, banjo-plucking, and sing-along-starting performer and community organizer.
all booking and inquiry : lifesoundsrich@gmail.com
Richard Garvey recommends:
Jojo's album "Two lines" is just an amazing feat of composition and production. <3
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Double Stack EP
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Love Taylor's approach to songwriting and amazing banjo style.
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West Coast Reign
by Vic Horvath
RIP Vic Horvath. A true star <3
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