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Scars & Stripes
03:18
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Scars & Stripes
Had a bad case of the wandering eye
Soft lips smooth hands the only things on my mind
I’m waiting in the wings for a cue, searching for you to give my eye to
But these tinted glasses always taint my view
My daddy warned me about your kind
He said you’d never change your ways
You’re just that tiger he spoke of
With the same stripes on a different day
Set my gaze down upon your sweet skin
Then torture myself with the thought of your secret grin
It’s your face that first took me by surprise
But I know I’ll see the truth when I look into your eyes
Let them show me something new, not just the same bullshit I’m used to
Cause my daddy warned me about your kind
He said you’d never change your ways
You’re just that tiger he spoke of
With the same stripes on a different day
Don’t be just the one I’m eyeing, in my rearview mirror
Come here, even closer, than you appear
And I’ll wave my flag of scars and stripes
It’s black, not white, I’m not the surrender type
I won’t leave you here without a fight
What you see is what you get my stripes will never change
But the scars will show forever, and I know, you too, the same.
Cause my daddy warned me about your kind
He said you’d never change your ways
You’re just that tiger he spoke of
With the same stripes on a different day
My daddy warned me about your kind
He said you’d never change your ways
You’re just that tiger he spoke of
With the same stripes on a different day
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2 Red Lights (Second Place)
Second place in this stupid race that I know I’ll never win
I will soon be defeated and beaten retreat to the starting blocks again
It’s always a struggle for survival, rival after rival, my chances always slim
Maybe she’s got a prettier dress than me, but I am still not wise enough to see
That this is all for not, not him.
Oh I am, stuck in a crosswalk, between two red lights
Waiting for the neon man to tell me when I can
Cross safely back into the real world again
Tell me mister man, would you take a willing afterthought’s hand
My silence is deafening, it’s far too threatening, to let these words begin
Oh I won’t say a word, but I speak, its absurd, then you misinterpret my grin
It’s this vicious cycle, I’m the hypnotized disciple, hold me down before I sin
I’d nearly kneel down before you, oh beg you, implore you
To sink into my skin
Cause I am stuck in a crosswalk, between two red lights
Waiting for the neon man to tell me when I can
Cross safely back into the real world again
Tell me mister man, would you take a willing afterthought’s hand
Ah ah baby, ooh eh ah, ah ah, ah ah baby
Ooh eh ah, ooh eh ah, stop, stare, linger, turn left, lean right
Ooh eh ah, ooh eh ah, the sunshine burns and the moonlight’s too bright
Ooh eh ah, ooh eh ah, I’m feeling green but this monster I must fight
Second place, second place, second place, I am in, second place
I’m in second place, second place
And I am, stuck in a crosswalk, between two red lights
Waiting for the neon man to tell me when I can
Cross safely back into the real world again
Tell me mister man, would you take a willing afterthought’s hand
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Phone's Ringin
04:13
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Phone’s Ringin’
Phone’s ringin, on the Red Line
He’s got stories of God in his drug-laden eyes
And she’s yellin, she’s screamin, she’s shakin her hand
To the invisible man, but that doesn’t mean, baby
He’s really not there
Take me down a quarter mile below
To no natural light, but a fluorescent glow
Take me to the carpool lane for the ones on their feet
The cushy back seat for the ones who can’t sleep
The ever-changing storyboard, for the humans to be, just like me
Phone’s ringin, on the Red Line
He’s got stories of God in his drug-laden eyes
And she’s yellin, she’s screamin, she’s shakin her hand
To the invisible man, but that doesn’t mean, baby
He’s really not there
You told me hell is some place under my toes
Who knew heavens down there right under your nose
Where all the noisy clatter clouds the silent voices
The ones who feel the weight of your thoughtless choices
Maybe you’ll be just like them, or that’s what my hope is
The role reverses
Phone’s ringin, on the Red Line
He’s got stories of God in his drug-laden eyes
And she’s yellin, she’s screamin, she’s shakin her hand
To the invisible man, but that doesn’t mean, baby
He’s really not there
Locked in and locked out
What would happen if the lights went out?
And the walls caved in and the sun shone in
Would that phone ring again, would you call again?
Would that phone ring again??
Phone’s ringin, on the Red Line
He’s got stories of God in his drug-laden eyes
And she’s yellin, she’s screamin, she’s shakin her hand
To the invisible man, but that doesn’t mean, baby
He’s really not there…
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Had I Stayed Near
04:06
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Had I Stayed Near
If it were easy to forget you I’d have done it long ago
But it’s just something that I can’t do, for once I’ve lost control
Of the stupid petty things that silence never cleans
And the phone it never rings with your calls
So I sent a letter to the door you walked back in years before
But now I’m not so sure, you’d open, it all again for me
Hello will never be the same, and good -bye’s the one to blame
I meant every thing I said on the corner of your bed
I wonder what we could have been had I stayed near
The one, that got away
Too much time gone and I had to see you, 300 miles I’d travel for
Just to tell you that I loved you, I know you’ve heard it all before
But I was only seventeen, didn’t know you’d always be
The kind of heart I’d always search for
So then at 23 I shared my open heart with you
If I could go back there I’d show you, what you meant to me
Hello will never be the same, and good -bye’s the one to blame
I meant every thing I said on the corner of your bed
I wonder what we could have been had I stayed near
The one, that got away
Would you let me in or would it be a waste
Of long past treasured time, some far off happy place
That a decade of should have and would have and could have
Just cannot replace
Hello will never be the same, and good -bye’s the one to blame
I meant every thing I said on the corner of your bed
I wonder what we could have been had I stayed near
The one, that got away
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Love Gone Write
04:17
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Love Gone Write
Is it just, the way of my words, that make me feel like I do?
Or much more, than I have control of, that’s paved this path that I choose
I will not fight it, though I swear I’ll deny it
100 times over, not wiser just older
Goodbye I’ll say, no, write today
I fear it’s always the case, the thoughts my words will replace
There will be no lengthy conversation tonight
I can’t talk to you about love gone, write
So clear now, a world full of greed, consumed with buying to live
The bill paid, when all that you have left, is a life left to give
You won’t hold your fire, kill or be killed is wiser?
100 years older, is the war ever over?
Goodbye I’ll say, no, write today
I fear it’s always the case, the thoughts my words will replace
There can be no lengthy conversation tonight
I can’t beg you to show a little love, gone write
Why me, how, am I back here again, my mind gone right back to you
One more round, I’d throw my gloves down, and strip my soul naked too
But it was all an illusion, you weren’t the conclusion
100 lines told her, maybe this one is over
But it’s always unresolved, sins absolved, heart broken, unspoken
Tunnel vision, empty mission, earth shaking, mood quaking
False hope, better cope, please defeat it, then repeat it
Seething lies, alibis, expectations, mediations
Keep denying, no one’s lying, smile’s useless, false goodness
First impression, fleeting heaven, living hell, never tell…
Warm hands, cold gun, unruly world, hope undone
Goodbye I’ll say, no, write today
I guess it’s always the case, the thoughts our words will replace
There has to be some conversation tonight
Please talk a little bit more about love gone write
Or what’s left?
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Erona Los Angeles, California
Music has never been a stranger to Erona. It began as a choir solo with 300 back up singers at age of 10 and she has not stopped since. Though influenced by artists like Billie Holiday, Janis Ian, Jeff Buckley, and Paula Cole, music, to her, was no longer about telling someone else's story, but rather living her own. A soulful song or a deep blues groove allow her to share her stories this far. ... more
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