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Serious Nowhere
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Serious Nowhere
© March 4, 2018 by David Nyro
Here I am again, on one of the crop circles of hell.
Cast away, in the name of righteous entitlement. (Righteous entitlement)
My eyes are open and my heart is bleeding,
but I still can't tell, I still can't tell:
Was it me or was it you?
Hey hey hey (hey hey hey)
Hey hey hey (hey hey hey)
Was it love or was it true?
Hey hey hey (hey hey hey),
Hey hey hey, hey hey hey
Guess it doesn't matter
the things we tell ourselves to try not to care,
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey,
Here I am again,
in some serious nowhere.
The wind moans like the ghosts of this ol' town.
There's a blown-down sign in the dust,
bloodied with rust, (bloodied with rust)
reminds, rewinds, reminds me of our folly,
our beautiful folly;
trying to carve a love out of this Godforsaken wilderness.
Was it timing, was it fate?
Hey hey hey (hey hey hey)
Hey hey hey (hey hey hey)
Was it too little, too late?
Hey, hey, hey, (Hey, hey, hey)
Hey hey hey (hey hey hey)
What does it matter anymore.
End of the road, like Tom Joad.
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey.
Here I am again in some serious nowhere
But I'll be all around,
even in the dark,
even in the wasteland of a million broken hearts;
I'll be around,
I'll be around
I'll be all around!
Was it me or was it you?
Hey hey hey (hey hey hey)
Hey hey hey ( hey hey hey)
Was it love, or was it true?
Hey hey hey (hey hey hey)
Hey hey hey (hey hey hey)
I don't know, I don't know.
(Hey hey hey)
I don't know, I don't know.
Hey hey hey, (Hey hey hey)
Was it you, was it me?
Was it me, was it you?
Was it love, was it true?
Was it love,
was it true, was it me,
was it you, was it you?
Whoa.
What does it matter anymore?
What does it matter anymore?
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Epiphany
© January 1, 2018 by David Nyro
Pt. 1
Let me leave you in the morning,
my, my, my, my moonlight bride
When the veil of sleep still covers up your shadow side.
And let me slip out in the morning so true, so blue
Let my legs have wings that carry me back to you,
carry me
It’s never been easier to travel in my mind
It’s never been easier to see.
If I could give you one gift
even greater than my love,
it would be epiphany
(sweet) epiphany
I know the shortest distance between two points
can still feel like a million miles,
a million trials.
And I know you’ve been living in a closet in your mind,
measuring all our love by what you can’t leave behind.
I’d wait for you forever,
but you can’t wait for never;
You can’t wait for the divine
It’s all inside you, my friend, to the end
If you believe in you, you can really come true.
Pride will always misguide you to defend
Against those who really love you,(on) those you can depend
But I can’t escape your past ‘cause you can’t comprehend
So, I watch you sail away ay ay ay
Ships that sail away
Maybe at sea, epiphany . . . ?
(Pause) Pt. 2
Hey Hey Hey Hey (continue “Hey’s”)
Forgiveness
Forgiveness
Give yourself that gift
Even though you’ve done nothing wrong
Even though you’ve done nothing wrong
Even though you’ve done nothing wrong
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Love is Wasted on the Young
© March 17, 2018 by David Nyro
Love is wasted on the young
Love is wasted on the young
I heard him say, as I walked away . . .
All the fresh, young faces,
pressed up against the pane.
Young wings beating wildly,
circling the lovely flame,
c'mon and join the game
Love is wasted on the young.
Love is wasted on the young
I heard him say, as I walked away:
Love is wasted on the young.
Gather 'round my sweet babies,
you've got some years to burn (You've got some love to burn.)
Maybe beyond recognition; most of us may never learn.
But you still must take your turn!
Instrumental:
Bridge:
the park is full of solitary old men.
He reminded me of Leonard Cohen. (Hallelujah)
He watched the lovers floating hand-in-hand.
He caught my eye as I walked by and he said:
Love is wasted on the young.
Love is wasted on the young.
Love is wasted on the young
And I heard him say, as she walked away:
Love is wasted on the young.
(Love is wasted on the young)
Love is wasted on the young
(Love is wasted on the young)
Love is wasted on the young.
(Love is wasted on the young)
Love is wasted on the young!
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Sanctuary
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Sanctuary
© January 14, 2018 by David Nyro
Ran away from her.
Ran away from him.
Now you run away from me.
But you can’t run away from you
I see a woman standing tall and proud and radiant.
She’s learned so well to keep her fears and doubts in check
so you would never guess
Hold on to me for a while.
Hold on to me, and not the past
Hold on to me for a while,
‘til you find me lacking like the rest
I see all eyes on you,
watch you climbing to the crest of a wave
that rises beautifully, shining in the west.
But even oceans reach their limit,
waves crashing on the shore.
I saw it all and found it perfect,
but you always wanted more;
and it was never enough.
Above these ordinary moments,
that speak a humble truth,
that feet of clay can still walk with angels
when it comes to love in the highest way,
above it all!
There are moments that overwhelm;
when something wants to break through
Something wounded, something true.
Thru your tears, you ask me what I’m
looking at ~ I simply answer: “you.”
Why do we welcome people into our lives,
sometimes for months,
sometimes for years?
Only to discard them because they don’t vanquish all our fears;
something only we, ourselves, can do.
I remember the secret you shared,
when you trusted that I cared,
the room within your room
when the world grew too much for you to bear.
Running home from your cruel school,
to an abandoned, mocking home,
feeling like a little fool,
punch your pillow and let those stinging tears flow;
Let them flow
Instrumental: (Slide guitar by Jeff Hass)
And it seems to me your endless pain
is way out of proportion
to these slights, perceived or otherwise.
Makes me wonder if there’s a darker secret,
buried deep inside,
buried deep inside...
But for you, it’s easier to drink your wine
and bury yourself in work,
Believe your workaholic parents never cared
and your sister is a jerk.
Punish them with high indifference and discard lovers
when they don’t serve your purpose
And still I loved you, and love you still, even though you
never believed it, and perhaps you never will
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A Life In Shambles
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A Life in Shambles
© January 28, 2018 by David Nyro
Lying on the railroad tracks,
waiting for a train, the blessed train
But the trains ‘round here
don’t always run on time, mind the time
Maybe that’s a sign after all this black,
I’m still looking for the divine.
So I pick myself up and wander back to
A life in shambles
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
a life in shambles
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
As I recall, mine was a happy childhood,
though pain was there, I had my share
but I was unprepared for the other childhoods I’d inherit;
darker still, darker still
I am done living someone else’s life in shambles
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
A life in shambles
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
So many of us crawling through a life in shambles,
life in shambles.
I have always been the one who gambles ~
on troubled hearts. but I never held the cards
Now, there’s nothing left to lose,
Bridge:
From the outside
they look so gentrified
But on the inside
they feel so terrified
Someone will see through their disguise,
their disguise their disguise their disguise
Standing by the railroad tracks,
waiting for the train, the freedom train
No baggage, no pack, I’m travelling light,
the way I came,
the way I came
Say goodbye ‘cause I won’t be back to . . .
a life in shambles
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
A life in shambles
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
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Keeper
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Keeper
© April 8, 2018 by David Nyro
I put out the dog,
the dog I couldn’t take care of.
Leave on the porch light
for the lonely teenager in love
The wanderer from down under,
and the angel from above.
You said I left you no choice
You had to harden your heart
Harden your heart
Harden your heart
Harden your heart
Empty my pockets;
two Altoids and a five spot
Set off the rockets
We’re coming in hot
Two Valkyries, with different trajectories.
This misbegotten moon is shot.
Rose-colored glasses
You made it very clear.
You had no more room in your heart
for a head in the clouds
A broken promise and foolish dreams
Alone in your room (Alone in my room)
Miserable girl.
Alone in your room, (Alone in my room)
mad at the world
Alone in your room, (Alone in my room)
no one can reach you;
alone in your room, (Alone in my room)
your heart set in stone
You said I left you no choice
You had to harden your heart
Harden your heart
Harden your heart
Harden your heart
Remember when you said I was a “keeper”
Remember when you said I was a “keeper”
Remember when you said I was a “keeper.”
Harden my heart
Remember when you said I was a “keeper.”
Harden my heart
Remember when you said I was a “keeper.”
Harden my heart
Remember when you said I was a “keeper.”
Harden my heart
Remember when you said I was a . . .
Remember when you said I was a “keeper.”
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David Nyro Seattle, Washington
It began with the Beatles. Since then, Bowie, Rundgren, Joni, Laura, Motown, Marvin, Stevie, Nick Drake, Jimi, Gram, Who, Weather Report, Procol Harum, Jarrett, Kinks, Neil, U2, Replacements, Sugar, Counting Crows, Pearl Jam, Toad, Goo Goo Dolls, Oasis, Wilco, James, Bela, Adele, Amy, Shins, Mumford & Sons, Dum Dum Girls, The National, Tame Impala, Father John Misty; a life-long love affair. ... more
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