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Here are the lyrics for the most recent song Marino and I recorded and posted. They tell a story about three people's lives in one place, a restaurant ~ Enjoy!
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She sits, cup in hand,
Breakfast in Dinerland.
And she dreads, going in,
wordless papers, faceless men.
Her prison trap is steel and glass,
Ladders climbed, yet life was passed.
She calls the waiter, gotta go,
and dreams of life she used to know.
And she remembers in her mind,
long ago a time.
Gentle days and playful ways,
she has left that far behind.
She believed in sunshine,
she would taste the rain.
Running up those grassy hills,
and rolling down again.
He brings her check, in hand.
Tells himself he's just one man.
A race that he can never win,
never fast enough for them.
Beads of sweat across his face,
how long can he live this pace?
Move too fast, and breaking glass.
This breath feels like its his last.
And he remembers in his mind,
long ago a time.
Gentle days and playful ways,
he has left that far behind.
He believed in sunshine,
he would taste the rain.
Running up those grassy hills,
and rolling down again.
Old man grabs a broom,
sweeps that trash up all to soon.
He'll clean the kitchen day and night,
feeds his family and his pride.
Buried in him deep inside,
hungers that he has denied.
For all he earns and all he buys,
have not bought a better life.
And he remembers in his mind
long ago a time.
Gentle days and playful ways,
he has left that far behind.
He believed in sunshine,
he would taste the rain.
Running up those grassy hills and
rolling down again.
VK
Remember
She sits, cup in hand,
Breakfast in Dinerland.
And she dreads, going in,
wordless papers, faceless men.
Her prison trap is steel and glass,
Ladders climbed, yet life was passed.
She calls the waiter, gotta go,
and dreams of life she used to know.
And she remembers in her mind,
long ago a time.
Gentle days and playful ways,
she has left that far behind.
She believed in sunshine,
she would taste the rain.
Running up those grassy hills,
and rolling down again.
He brings her check, in hand.
Tells himself he's just one man.
A race that he can never win,
never fast enough for them.
Beads of sweat across his face,
how long can he live this pace?
Move too fast, and breaking glass.
This breath feels like its his last.
And he remembers in his mind,
long ago a time.
Gentle days and playful ways,
he has left that far behind.
He believed in sunshine,
he would taste the rain.
Running up those grassy hills,
and rolling down again.
Old man grabs a broom,
sweeps that trash up all to soon.
He'll clean the kitchen day and night,
feeds his family and his pride.
Buried in him deep inside,
hungers that he has denied.
For all he earns and all he buys,
have not bought a better life.
And he remembers in his mind
long ago a time.
Gentle days and playful ways,
he has left that far behind.
He believed in sunshine,
he would taste the rain.
Running up those grassy hills and
rolling down again.
Love it too... maybe because I just liked it
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