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We long for the river
It bleeds upon my skin
The leaves shed their color
As the tide comes washing in
The bay is so close
The ocean’s on the horizon
The leaves are ever-changing like my love
The breeze is not free
Its a product of the churning waters
Bringing up what’s been lost to time and place
But it’s etched all on your pretty face
Let this dirty water cleanse you
Let this dirty water fill you from inside
Between two states of love and loss
Ships carry away our fears and thoughts
You know I can’t refuse you
So I know we have to part
But I hope my words can soothe you
Upon the Hudson River Park
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Dawn
05:41
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This is not what we asked for
When the summer went swinging past
Our hands in our pockets
Our heads in the stars
This is just what we asked for
We thought the world was ours
But we just rented it
Like love and rooms and cars
The sun goes down
It all comes out
The night turns to dawn
And we’re alone
And we’re alone
This bed is an ocean
The waves all in my mind
The caves of devotion
All filled with dusty shrines
The shadows get taller
As the time to grieve has passed
We look like daddy long-legs
As the time runs down too fast
The sun goes down
It all comes out
The night turns to dawn
And we’re alone
And we’re alone
This night will end
And we’ll talk to our friends
About the time
That we had in each other’s company
We’re always playing pretend
Every time that we send
A momentary glance across the room
Hopeful again
But there’s nobody there
A vacant shadow
Grasping for it’s owner
A lighter to lend
And a mess left to mend
Once more
And the day goes on
And the sun goes down
It all comes out
The night turns to dawn
And we’re alone
And we’re alone
The sun goes down
It all comes out
The night turns to dawn
And we’re alone
And we’re alone
Don’t wanna be alone
Don’t wanna be alone
Don’t wanna be alone
Don’t wanna be alone
Don’t wanna be alone
When the dawn comes
When the dawn comes
When the dawn comes
When the dawn comes
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Winter's Wind
04:11
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A man once asked me
On a damp park bench
If I’ve ever seen God
And I knew what he meant
As a offered a cigarette
And I refused to entertain the thought
I said, “I hope you find your way
To whatever you’re looking for
And when you reach this man or woman or thing
I want you to look him in the eye
And ask him why
He spews a stream of confused impatient metaphor”
He said, “I’ll be back again one day
Meet me at the place where the will meets the way
And we’ll share a drink and laugh
And reminisce and think
On why the leaves have to fall
When the trees begin to sway”
Oh what you said
About strength and sin and the quiet dread
Don't pull the columns on your head
You should try to be good
But you gotta be kind
And when you're ready
Won't you go back to bed
Oh brisk breeze
Puts an icy fang inside my bones
Just now calling this place my home
Now I’m supposed to leave
But I got a warrant and a cause
I put my bottles on pause
And let your scented candles burn to ashes
Oh I’m just trying to be good trying to be kind
Trying to be filled with some semblance of peace of mind
Oh my wine is running down
And my patience is on the filthy ground
The sun disappears far too early these days
But it gives my time to think
On why the leaves have to fall
When the trees begin to sway
Oh happiness
In a simple gift
Of a cold winter’s night
And the winter’s wind
Outside of these walls
Pedestrian percussion in the halls
Doesn’t the ceiling know how to keep a secret?
I’m just trying to be good trying to be kind
Trying to be filled with some semblance of peace of mind
Oh my wine is running down
And my patience is on the filthy ground
The sun disappears far too early these days
But it gives my time to think
On why the leaves have to fall
I’m just trying to be good trying to be kind
Trying to be filled with some semblance of peace of mind
Oh my wine is running down
And my patience is on the filthy ground
The sun disappears far too early these days
But it gives my time to think
On why the leaves have to fall
When the trees begin to sway
Why the leaves have to fall
When the trees begin to sway
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Paradise
05:05
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Salt in my pillow
Sand in my boots
A rusty spoon and laundry chutes
All leading up to a prison cell
Where the breath turns shallow in a chilly hell
The man all laid on starched white sheets
He closes his eyes and puts up his feet
On the snowy plains of a taut white mattress
I asked him where he went and he slowly answered
"Paradise, when the sun shines on me
Paradise, when you bring the tea
Paradise, where I'll stay a while
A moment's rest and small relief"
In a fragrant alley on the side of the street
Where the dogs all grab at scraps of meat
Is a girl with eyes that looked like mine
'Til their light was dulled by assembly lines
As I came with an offering of homemade bread
I buried the hatchet inside my head
And asked her the questions she couldn't refuse
Her light burned again with nothing to lose and she cried
"Paradise, when the breeze comes through
Paradise, when I'm missing you
Paradise, when the air is clean
A moment's rest and small relief"
Have I felt the rustling of spring on the wind?
Have I tasted the apple of my sin?
Is the world to end with a wanton howl?
Is my breath still shaky behind my scowl?
Have I felt the rustling of spring on the wind?
Have I tasted the apple of my sin
And laid upon a sturdy limb
And felt the air caress my skin and cried
"Paradise," when the breeze comes through
"Paradise," when I'm missing you
"Paradise," when the air is clean
A moment's rest and small relief
"Paradise," when the sun shines on me
"Paradise," when you bring the tea
Paradise, where I'll stay a while
A moment's rest and small relief
A moment's rest and small relief
A moment's rest and small relief
A moment's rest and small relief
A moment's rest and small relief
A moment's rest and small relief
A moment's rest and small relief
A moment's rest and small relief
A moment's rest and small relief
A moment's rest and small relief
A moment's rest and small relief
A moment's rest and small relief
A moment's rest and small relief
Oh-oh-oh hmm
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January Skies
08:05
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We sowed our seeds
When the frost began to kiss the ground
And the leaves that had fallen
All gathered ‘round
All gathered ‘round
In a clearing between there and here
We said that we’d be back one day
And disappeared
And disappeared
Well my darling you should know
The sun will melt the snow
One of these days
And when the spring comes
Will I meet you there?
In the melting air?
It’s a lot to ask
So don’t say yes
Just because you’re scared
I dug through my trash
In the dead of night
To find the receipt
That described what we had planted
And to my despair
All written there
Was proof
That it would not grow where we wanted
So I came up with a plan
In the early morning
For how I was gonna keep it alive
A warm cup of tea
A blanket and me
Guarding against a January sky
Oh I tried to leave you a message on your phone
But all I got was busy tones
So I left you a message
I will be there
In the morning air
This flight will lighten the burden
That we both have to share
I went to the park
But it was too dark
I could not find the seedling anywhere
When blinded by glare
Confused I glanced at my watch
And saw you with a flashlight
Standing there
You held my face
Oh close to yours
As you said
I will be there
In the verdant air
I would not lie, my darling
I’m sorry that you were scared
But I thought by now you’d know
Oh my darling dear
That there’s nothing new under the sun
Except for what we grow here
And the spectator city
Oh it echoed with her words
Oh it echoed with her words
Oh it echoed with her words
(I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
(I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
(I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
(I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
(I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
(I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
(I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
(I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
The breeze (I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
Is not free (I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
But I’m gonna let it carry me (I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
Let it carry me (I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
And I know (I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
(I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
That there’s nothing new under the sun (I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
Except for what we grow (I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
I’ll be there (I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
In the verdant air (I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
When the spring comes (I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
(I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
I’ll be there (I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
When the spring comes (I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
(I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
(I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
No I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt (I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt (I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt (I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt (I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt (I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt (I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt (I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt (I haven’t felt what you haven’t felt)
I’ll be there
In the verdant air
When the spring comes
I swear
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Bryan Freedman Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Bryan Freedman is a indie-folk/rock artist, actor, and musical theatre performer based in Philadelphia and NYC.
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