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Recipe
03:28
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One dash of pepper, two dashes salt
A rosewood chianti while the chickens out to thaw
Oil in the pan begins to pop and sigh
I’ve got a recipe you simply have to try
I’ll make it sweet
I’ll give it spice
I’ll make sure it’s just right
So you can
Dine, dine, dine, dine happily
Once you’ve tried my recipe
A handful of roses in a decorative bouquet
Two kisses for your cheeks and one “I love you” every day
Every bit’s delicious, you’ll be mopping up your plate
Itchin’ to get yourself another taste
I’ll make it sweet
I’ll give it spice
I’ll make sure it’s just right
So you can
Dine, dine, dine, dine happily
Once you’ve tried my recipe
Here’s the catch, I’ll only make it once
Cause it takes hours and days and weeks and months
When I start from nothing and make it from scratch
Not even Gordon Ramsey would toss it in the trash
And you’ll Dine, dine, dine, dine happily
Once you’ve tried my recipe
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The Chesapeake
03:19
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The murky waves tickling the ground
The tired warmth when the sun goes down
The innocence I lost and the friends I had found
Oh, the Chesapeake
The never ending city’s pulse
The window of a shuttle bus
I swear this won’t be the end of us
Oh, the Chesapeake
I’ve been rearranging everything I own
To try and make it feel just a little more like home
The night we went to see a full eclipse
The first time my heart had ever skipped
Under stars that envied as we kissed
Oh, the Chesapeake
Don’t grow up
Don’t grow old
Near those streams and water holes
Where the kids play along the shore
Forevermore
Forevermore
Forevermore
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A shattered glass in the sink
A broken chair on the floor
Mom and dad don’t seem like they’re in love anymore
Silent dinners, screaming nights
We hid under the covers in our rooms
Wondering if it was something that we did to make them sleep in solitude
Just hold on tight
Soon they’ll decide
You and me amongst the debris
When hearts approach the great divide
We’d stay at his apartment on the weekends
Above some poorly painted creaking stairs
and I could tell
This was a part of fatherhood
That wasn’t supposed to be there
Just hold on tight
Soon they’ll decide
You and me amongst the debris
As hearts approach the great divide
The trembling inside the chest
The preparation for descent
To have and to hold
For better or worse
It’s just an old verse
Just hold on tight
Soon they’ll decide
You and me amongst the debris
As hearts approach the great divide
We’ll turn out just fine
It’ll all be better in time
When hearts approach the great divide
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I’ll take extra care of her, I swore to her mother
And as soon as she gave it to me, I reached for another
I thought I could have as many as I wanted and it wouldn’t matter
Until I heard the sound it makes when it shatters
Where do you start
When you’ve dropped a porcelain heart?
A destruction of art
When you’ve dropped a porcelain heart
I was so used to stone or ice in all my adventures
As I staggered that same worn path from the bar to the bedroom
Littered with shards of my own first love
Now sentimental debris
I thought everyone else was as heartless as me
Where do you start
When you’ve dropped a porcelain heart?
A destruction of art
When you’ve dropped a porcelain heart
If I broke your heart, would you let me put it back together?
If I broke your heart, would you let me put it back together?
If I broke your heart, would you let me put it back together?
If I broke your heart, would you let me put it back together?
Where do you start
When you’ve dropped a porcelain heart?
A destruction of art
When you’ve dropped a porcelain heart
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Tire Swing
04:49
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Sitting in his desk, his tired eyes were gridlocked with a white computer screen
Trying hard to organize the miles of papers before 5:15
Every now and then he’s stare outside at the playground across the street through the glass
And remember when his nine to five was spinning round and falling in the grass
When he’d run around his backyard in his dirty bare feet
And his dad would come outside and say it’s time to eat
And he’d try to strike a bargain and in his most sincere tone beg
Oh please, please, please, please
Five more minutes on the tire swing
Don’t make me stop, it’s my favorite thing
Five more minutes on the tire swing
I barely just started and I want to play just a little more
Where had those days all gone, silly games and calling names, and lazy afternoons
The good ol’ days left him faster than a loosely gripped balloon
He wondered if he was the only one pretending
He doesn’t feel an overwhelming sense of resentment
Shouldn’t everyone just be outside and having recess?
And telling the boss man
Five more minutes on the tire swing
Don’t make me stop, it’s my favorite thing
Five more minutes on the tire swing
I barely just started and I want to play just a little
Oh I want to play just a little more
We rise and we shine and we’re glued to the news
It’ coffee and breakfast and the working’ man’s blues
He thought to himself, “well today I refuse to wait
Another day
To remember to play”
Five more minutes on the tire swing
I’m never gonna stop, it’s my favorite thing
Five more minutes on the tire swing
I barely just started and I want to play just a little more,
Oh I wanna play just a little
Oh I wanna play just a little
Just a little just a little more…
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Adam pondered
Eve had wandered
After their favorite whims
An emerald garden
Just for grazing
A sapphire ocean to swim
Unaware of plans
From the guest
Who invited them to sin
Only an envious bully
Would bother to single out fools in the nude
But why would the devil be jealous of you?
Why would the devil be jealous of you?
Fractal trinkets
On snow white beaches
That had his interests piqued
Or Eve’s arched back
When Adam held her tightly
As they moved together in sync
Or was there not enough in the infinite heavens
For this spoiled, little prince to do?
Why would the devil be jealous of you?
Why would the devil be jealous of you?
Wisdom and power and unlimited youth
Manifestations of living haiku’s
Unimaginable inventions,
Humming in ten dimensions,
He even watched the universe coming into bloom
So why would the devil be jealous of you?
Why would the devil be jealous of you?
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Dylan Galvin Los Angeles, California
Cinematic, nostalgic storytelling.
Composer, songwriter, guitarist.
Soli Deo Gloria.
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