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Sound of the breeze some morning left
Sound of a thought inside your breath
Wrapped around on your thumb
With it’s knots and it’s bumps
All that you collect in your path
Hold it up close and press record
Little sounds that someone else let go
Why be afraid?
I’ll still be loving you the same
And all the ways you sow noise and note
Whistle of the pot
Creaks of the tip toe
For you it’s never ‘bout how it seems
Shuffle of the leaves
All the sounds you’re weaving
For you it’s never ‘bout how it seems
But what it could be
A forgotten word, a fumbled phrase
And the blush that bloomed across your face
You could tinker and buff
But it’s the way you said it, that I loved
Are we any good without the mistakes?
Ripple of the pond
Tweet of the birdsong
For you it’s never ‘bout how it seems
Shuffle of the leaves
All the sounds you’re weaving
For you it’s never ‘bout how it seems
But what it could be
Sound of a heart against my ear
One of these nights we’ll disappear
We won’t hear it again
So spin those threads before it ends
And could you keep those recollections close, my dear?
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Usual Things
02:25
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My usual orders — at my usual deli
Beneath the pale florescent lights
My usual side of curly fries
It’s breakfast food for dinner tonight
My usual greetings — to usual acquaintances
Though I’ve yet to learn their names
It’s a sweet collage, of all the things mundane
And I’m just trying to get by, day to day
But I got my little group of friends
And a roof above my head
All the things I’ll ever need
And boy I love my Goodwill clothes
Cuz I know that all of this will soon be gone
I’m a part time teacher — a part time writer
Always chasing deadlines and commutes
Along the way I scribble down these tunes
About the usual things that used to feel so new
Like my little group of friends
And the roof above my head
All the things I’ll ever need
And boy I love my Goodwill clothes
Cuz I know that all of this will soon be gone
And the purple winter skies over lattice towers
As my days and pigeons fly many miles per hour
I'm already twenty five
And I'm beginning to see how fast it all goes
My little group of friends
I’ll wonder where they went
Cuz when I think of it, they’re all I’ve really had
Did I toss my goodwill clothes
Knowing I have sang I loved them, before?
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Grownup Donut
02:39
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Turning and churning, to the cold side of the pillow
It’s been a week without talking to you
You’re the one who started it
Though I took it too far
And now we’re licking up — our wounds of taboo
I’ve been trying to keep all my usual routine
I go to work, I do my laundry, I eat
Trying to nudge the meantimes
Till our weekends realign
Though we don’t even know when that’s gonna be
I know that it’s a weekday
Maybe I’m a bit too late
But do you wanna meet up — half way?
I’d like to rest on your shoulders
Laugh at your jokes
Steal half of your blanket and dream
I’d like to drink up and sleepover
Borrow your clothes
But oh fuck — we’re grown ups
Maybe just meet for a donut?
So I can sneak in “I’m sorry” in between
Boys can be mean to the boys that they’re into
But I’m a grown up — I pay my bills right on time
Yeah in my head I do know
It’s not about my ego
I better go call you up, make it alright
I know that it’s a weekday
And maybe I’m a bit too late
But do you wanna meet up — half way?
I’d like to rest on your shoulders
Laugh at your jokes
Steal half of your blanket and dream
I’d like to drink up and sleepover
Borrow your clothes
But oh fuck — we’re grown ups
Maybe just meet for a donut?
So I can sneak in “I’m sorry” in between
Do you want grown-up donuts on me?
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Mister Con Edison says
Of the night that boomed our chests
Eight million looked at the skies
Florescent blue across our eyes
“Sorry, just an accident
We’re sure it won’t happen again”
But I won’t be fooled, it’s an alien attack in disguise
Mister Con Edison says
But he’s got his government friends
Their cameras and their microphones
They can hide a UFO
“Sorry, just an accident”
Oh I want to see the documents
Oh what is it about, that you don’t want the people to know
Mister Con Edison — please don’t pretend
Is it true that our world is coming to an end?
You must have known
Little files marked classified
Doesn’t matter how hard we tried
We’ll all be pulverized
Would you lie, just to be kind?
Would you lie, just to be kind?
But he still where I can see
And nothing’s yet dark and bleak
So I’ll live my life, like I’m living on burrowed time
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The 7 Train Song
01:20
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From Manhattan to Queens
Feels further than it seems
But I know you always think of me
I see the afternoon tilt over to you
Most people dread this long commute
The subway dirty, people rude
But I like the feeling, feeling closer to you
I hear the evening bustling through the streets
And I feel you in between the avenues.
When I’m not pinching dimes and cents
When I could finally afford the rent
I’ll move a street away, and could be neighbors then
You buy my groceries I’ll clean up your room
And we’ll watch the sunrise me and you
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Takuma Matsui Brooklyn, New York
Takuma Matsui is a songwriter based in Brooklyn NY.
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