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and oh the sun, is bright along the coast line. and all the stars that fall at night. and all the waves reach the long tide for me. they pull me close. we’ll reach along the bed and post line. where our dreams come true in the nightlight. and you can stop me from falling, cuz you are not my bad dream. if this is countless, hopeless, breakdown. then i won’t believe a single word. cuz waves have a way of creating magic. and oceans tend to come and go. though all the streams wrap around you, you won’t ever sink below. no, you won’t come and go. though all the streams wrap around me in the deep. you won’t let me sink below. no, you won’t come and go.
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Growing Pains
03:51
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if you can’t see into the future.you should look into your past. it will tell you where you’re going, or how to do your best.on how to increase reduction of all things useless in your life. you will find out, just how easy it is to get by. if you won’t look into the future, maybe you should look into a map. it will tell you where you’re going, or at least where you’re at. and how to increase direction from all things complicating life. you will find out, that everything will be alright. if you won’t look into your future, maybe you should accept your past. and you don’t have to be proud of it, but it’s not gonna last. cuz you can change your direction. yes, you can make life worth every lap. cuz today is today, and tomorrow’s another chance. for you to fall down, if you ever want to grow up. and you to leave town, if you ever want to find home. you must fall down, if you ever want to grow up. you must leave town, if you ever plan to come home.
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Cribs & Kids
02:23
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daylight comes and slips in our lungs our open ears, and open tongues. we all sing. a sudden shake, a suddle mistake has all the kids talking about as early escape. there’s a empty room, with a crip for our kid. and there’s an empty tomb where we don’t have to live. you are the flesh that covers my bones. you are a sound to which i can belong. there’s an empty room with a story for us too. and an empty hall where we can walk and never fall. daylight comes and fills our lungs, with an open heart; an un-empty song. we are loved.
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i see you lying in a pillow of dust. i know you have a heart worth spilling out. and you can’t spell it, but it’s called hope. this is the first time that you will fall in love. a blonde eclipse covers up your lips, and every sentence a masterpiece. and i can tell you’re reading me so well, even though you’re confidence is low. this is the first time, that you will fall in love. and this is the first time that you will ever believe. that you’re worth dreaming of. you are the most beautiful thing that i have ever seen. and I will not let you die - in front of me, or behind the scenes. you will survive this mess. and this will be the first time you ever fall in love…with me. and this will be the first song that I will ever play with you in front of me.
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Come Home Dylan
04:42
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hold my hand and walk me down the row. just hold my hand and i’ll walk you home from school. watch you play out in the snow. you can tell me how much you’ve grown. i’ll guide you until you decide to come home. i’ll watch you as you walk out of the driveway, from my room. and pretend like there is nothing I can do for you because you’ve made up your mind. i pray that you’re not surrounded by wolves. and thieves who will eat you, and eat your soul. you are my child, and i will hold you close. So, come home. Come home, Dylan. Come home.
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in the dark of a shadow, i can feel you whisper clear. in a moment, i discover. in a glimpse i have no fear. there are people that would tell me i should leave. that the feeling of security is just a passing breeze but the shadow hanging over me is almost out of reach. and i know we’ll recover eventually. from the storm that is waiting, out upon a distant sea. what’s in store is the faith of you and me. there are people who would tell me just to leave. not to wait around to find out it’s the devil coming for me. and your faith, boy, it’s hanging from the limb of a tree. but i believe, in a thing called destiny. I am holding up the branches of a house in a christmas tree. i am pulling back the branches, of some steady company. that holds me upon a steady hand, and rocks me back to sleep. im a steep barreling mountain, and im singing baby won’t you please. leave me…alone…tonight. please leave. there are people all around me, who are chasing after me. they are yelling; they are taunting. but they’re never corrupting me. cause i’ve finally found the courage that i need. yeah, i’ve finally found a wisdom that will not abandon me. and i know that, i’ve got it; a life worth remembering. and i know, that i’ve got a voice to sing. there are people who keep telling me to leave. but this is my house, baby, and it’s big enough for me. yeah, this is our house, baby, and it’s good enough for we. and i know, we will rebuild gradually.
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You have a beautiful voice. I like to hear as I’m waking up. I can hear you now, out in the hallway. And you have the kind of sunset that I can in love with. And you have resounding phrases about you, somehow. And you can be the echo that brings me back to let go of all the empty corners that I’ve seen. And I didn’t mean to make you cry, or have a bad day. I just wanted to hear you sing. You have the kind of smile that helps me see for miles. And I don’t need an atlas when you’re near. And I can see your forecast is running toward a fortress. ‘Cause I sent a tornado through your life. But I didn’t mean to make you cry, or have a bad day. I just wanted to hear you sing. Cause you have a beautiful voice. And you make a beautiful noise. And I, I just wanted to hear you sing.
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And all your friends will be at our wedding, knowing that we had made up all better. And all your friends will be at your funeral, knowing that we had lived our lives better. And your daughter will not grow up fatherless. And your brother will grow up a pastor. And your mother will be cancer-less. And your father won’t even matter.
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Just a Lullaby
03:04
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this is just a lullaby, written to my baby and my bride. sent with love, sent from up above, so you will know i am fine. and i will listen to all your stories, all your choruses and praises. i will collect for you on daily basis, flowers for you around your bed. this is just a lullaby, sent to my baby and my bride. sent with a dove who flies up above, so you will know i am fine. and i will protect you, and all your children, when you’re away and can’t be there. and i will adore you, your life so shining. your children will know i’m always here. this is just a lullaby sent to my baby and my bride. you know i can tell, full well, that i’ll be home in time. and i can’t promise i’ll always be stationed, in the same place every night. but i will promise to always tell you, where I am and that i’m alright. this is just a lullaby, written to my baby and my bride. sent with love, from a dove up above, so you will know i’m by your side.
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Goodnight, little kid.
You’ll always, always fit.
Goodnight, little child.
You’re always, always on time.
You’re always, always calm.
And I haven’t any words to seek your heart.
But I am never far.
No, I am where you are.
This is your house.
This is my house.
This is our house.
We can build it again; mend it again.
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there is a light that exists beside you. and there is a truth you can’t deny. and there is a life that is here beside you. you are the belief that comes to my head. you are the eyes that see when i am dead. you are the voices that keep me encouraged. you are the life that gives me life. you are the life that sleeps beside me; and you are the eyes that help me. you are the kind that i like to feel when i am out of breath. and you are the voice that keeps me encouraged. and you are the sound that makes me feel okay. and you are the noise that makes me feel inspired. you are the eyes that let me see the light. you are the kids that make me feel encouraged, that inspire me to live better; to live up. and not just be existing here forever, but to leave this world, with something they can hear (use). not for me, cuz i don’t need to be remembered. but for your ears and your hope and your fears. cuz there will be times when life will seem pointless. there will be tears that you cry and you don’t know why. but i assure you that there is a purpose for your life, even when it seems unclear; like this is all just some complicated enormous mess. I promise it’s not. it’s something worth…hearing, seeing, reading…your life is something worth talking about.
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Superstar Runner
My name is Ben. I used to play a lot of shows. These days I'm mostly a street musician, and play a lot of weddings, cocktail hours, house parties, and more. Please listen to my music on here, or Spotify, or your online preference, and and feel free to book me for your next personal or private event. Thanks for reading, and thanks for listening. It really means so much so much to me! ... more
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