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Song: Born Willing

Born willing, fire inside,
Voice wailing “I’m alive”
Torn silence, punctured peace
Time feeling ill at ease

Bruised knuckles, bloody knees
Some learning never heals
Pied pipers peddle lies
Plastic halos, hiding eyes

Born willing, every morn
More able, more torn
You count up, or count down
Same story, different town

Warm bodies, colder parts
Winter ice in summer hearts
Born willing, smoke and shine
Stay with me down the line

We are born willing, eager, with our tiny voices wailing, and a fire lit inside. Conatus online. And maybe too every morning, we wake that way, back to the basics, with a load of coal thrown into the firebox, and bellows blowing air to the flames.

But are heckled by time, harassed by our becomings, tossed up by whatever sea we swim. It's not easy to stay hungry. It's not easy to stay open.

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Song: Cutouts

In the winter of the will where we have parked,
There are new words dealing in the dark,
Out you go – all you know.
In the time spun off the clock where we are sinking,
There are distant pretty eyes and now they’re winking,
From the shore – out you go.

There are cardboard cutouts of your dreams,
They’re getting soaked and called obscene.
There are straw men carrying your ideals,
Into the fire, burning off the wheels.

In the solace of a cave where we have stored,
All the love stories we were ever told,
Take a page – calm the rage.
In the broken transportation to the coast,
Simultaneous we sit around and boast,
On the stage – take a page.

That there are cardboard cutouts of our dreams,
They’re getting soaked and called obscene.
And there are straw men carrying our ideals,
Into the fire, burning off the wheels.

Oh my my my my my my
Oh my my my my my

In the winter of the will where we were resting,
There are people and they say they’re only testing,
Out their lines, just all the time.
At the beaches there are teachers of the sea,
But the sea doesn’t give a damn about me,
Out I go – All I know.

And there are cardboard cutouts of my dreams,
Getting soaked, called obscene.
There are straw men carrying my ideals,
Into the fires, burning off their wheels.

Oh my my my my my
Oh my my my my

It seems that we are more engaged in tearing down than building up, more prone to outrage than empathy, where sharing slices of your self as you see it provokes ridicule not respect. But your dreams may indeed be obscene: the actual dreams that play while you sleep. Dreams, ideals, where do they meet? I imagine a winter of the will where we do not fully understand the machinations but we suspect they do not care for us. Maybe they cannot care for us? The sea doesn't give a damn about me.

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See You

[audio:http://donalkelly.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/cu.mp3|titles=See You]

Brief Lives, surprised.

Lately, closed Eyes.

Soft touch, sweet rush.

Wasted, pulled punch.

See you, Follow through.

See you, Feel So blue.

Who spoke? Bad joke.

Hardly, half broke.

Good times, good things.

Poor rhymes, round swings.

See you, follow through.

See you, feel so blue.

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Saturated

[audio:http://donalkelly.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/Saturated.mp3|titles=Saturated]

Baby it’s too hard to say it, but too late to stop,
In a moment it’s all gone for good.
And I can’t help but feeling, that this is the top.
We’ve taken as much as we could.

Now the motion explodes, we are forced to forge on,
Moved to let go and make tracks.
In the pitch of the night, in the grip of what’s gone,
You’re hands are tracing right back.

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And I can feel the hail, when it beats on my head,
Feel the wind tear at my skin.
But I don’t really care if I’m saturated,
These storms come from within.
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Only so much to hold us back from the brink,
And keep us from blowing apart.
Just a few minutes more, relax now don’t think-
Take thoughtlessness down to an art.

So you’re leaving tomorrow, all packed to depart.
May your feet always land soft and sure.
I’m so tired of false starts, of cold beats in warm hearts,
Something old, borrowed, and blue.

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I can hear the hail, when it beats on my skin,
Feel the wind tear through my head.
But I don’t really care, if I’m saturated,
These storms all come from within.

I can hear the rain, droplets of lead,
And there’s nowhere for me to hide.
But I don’t really care, if I’m saturated,
All these storms come from inside.
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verse
Am C G A7
Am C G or E7

chorus
C |A7| C |G |C |A7 |E7
3 | 0 | 3 | 0 | 3 | 0 | 0
5 | 1 | 5 | 0 | 5 | 1 | 0
5 | 0 | 5 | 0 | 5 | 0 | 1
5 | 2 | 5 | 0 | 5 | 2 | 0
0 | 0 | 0 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 2
x | x | x | 3 | x | 0 | 0

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Notes from Underground

Demo: [audio:http://donalkelly.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/notesFromUnderground.mp3|titles=Notes From the Underground]

You been running away, calling out names
And it’s a lot on your plate, give it away
ohh, down, to the underground
ohh down, away from the crowd

Too long hanging around, and you know you’re not moving
It’s the same old story that you’re really improving
ohh, down, picking up purpose
all round, riches are worthless

You’ve been Lying awake and waiting for someone
but your patience is shot, you chase away what comes
And I don’t know how you can wait for your life
No I don’t know how you can wait on your love
I don’t know how you can wait for the man above
I don’t know how you can wait all your life

When the weather is wintery
But your clothes are not worn
You can afford to go spend
But you just cannot own
And your charity unchallenged
You are drifting away
And hopelessly groping see
It fade as you start to say

You been playing your cards, and coming up trumps
But they’re just playing along, to make themselves feel good
As they go down, and follow the sound
ohh go, no use sticking around

down here
In the pits of your mind
down here
Don’t know what you might find

le chords: Em C G D

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a whole lot of nothing

a whole lot of nothing
say where you been gone,
the only thing I know is that

the end is a coming,
leading us along,
party at your house but the

doors are all locked and
windows boarded up,
weeds in the garden they

told us not to stay,
told us to grow up
but we are on the edge

and it’s all, it’s all, it’s all over again
I’ve been down, I’ve been down, been waiting for the end…

totally worth it,
depending when you ask,
alarms are going off and there’s

no stopping now
control yourself at last
going way too fast

hot on the heels
of the latest and the best
newest and the next

nature of the beast,
the greatest and the worst
finding out what works

When it’s all, it’s all, it’s all over again
I’ve been down, I’ve been down, I’ve been waiting for an end…

ready to go out,
and ready to give in,
to this whole lot of nothing

ready to go out,
and ready to give in
to the promises of something

ready to go out,
ready to give in,
down and out and up with it again

Chords: e c d

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Distorted Expressions of Selfness

I’ve worked too long to let it go
My grip, the fit, the form, the flow,
Holding on and holding off for something slow

Words, a theme, some random tune,
Your smile, my frown, the cresent moon,
Hanging on and trying to find the way to go

Express yourself and walk away,
No other truth you’ll hear today
Get over it and head on down the road

A change, a shift, our paradigm
Is locked away, our backs are turned
I’m disappointed in the way that things have worked out

My blood, it flows, in red arrays
My heart, it goes, my head delays
I wish I had the instinct left to get about.

Express yourself and walk away,
It doesn’t matter what you say
Get over it and head on down the road

I don’t know why my altitude,
Is falling while I flap my mood
I guess I can’t know how to control my fate

A mask, too sharp, and mass produced,
A crash, a fire, a land reduced
We must agree on something more than mutual hate

Express yourself and walk away,
No better way to pass a day
get over out, and head on down the road

I’ve read some books, and seen some films
They don’t respond to my demands
I soak them up, they soak me every other time

These lessons learned are quick forgot
I love and lose what I have got
I wish I could make more sense of these lines of mine

I’m sorry babe if I’m not right,
I’m merely out of tune tonight,
Expect the best, you get the edge of things

Just save yourself and walk away
No other truth you’ll find today
Get over it, and move off up up the road
Move off up the road
Move off up the road.

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Easy in your own skin?

Are you easy
In your own skin?
Does it take a lot of work
just to feel that you fit in?

Should we try this hard to be ourselves
When the force distorts our simple loves?

I see your gaze now as it turns away,
Like you don’t know what you want to say.
See your hand curl into a fist-
There is always something that you will have missed.

Join the club,
It’s not real,
There is no law to tell us how to feel.

Are you easy in your own skin?
Will you walk along this way again?
You know I wore that look before you came
But I took it down to light the light in.

A work in progress till I die,
I know I fail but at least I try
And I wander through my waking mind
See shades of you in what I find.

Are you easy in your own skin?
Do you wear it like a shelter?
Do you have to prove your worth to men,
Regardless of the weather?

I see your gaze now as it turns away
Like you don’t know what you want to say
See your hand curl into a fist
There is always something that you will have missed

Join the club,
It’s not real,
There’s no law to tell us how to feel.