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Timing
03:53
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I don’t know where it is I’m going.
I don’t know what it is I know
Most of the time, I think I blindly feel around just to see how life will go.
You came to me without a warning
So overwhelmed, under-prepared
And in our hearts, three words are forming, and now we’re both just scared.
What did I tell myself when I first felt the flame?
“Don’t you open yourself up to another strand of pain.”
I knew that the timing wasn’t the right one, what a shame.
I’m getting tired of being right.
Why am I right again?
You write to me every morning
You write to me every night
Most of the time, I wish that I could read your mind and I worry if that’s right.
And I can’t help it if I worry, no
And I can’t help it if I care
I know that there is not a hurry with this love, and that’s just what makes me scared.
So, what do we tell ourselves, now that we’ve found the flame?
“Let’s not open ourselves up to another strand of pain.”
I knew that the timing wasn’t the right one, what a shame.
But I am so tired of being right.
Why am I right again?
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2. |
Slow Down
03:08
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Morning comes, I make the bed, I wish it wouldn’t end
Every morning is a battle I can’t seem to win
Morning comes and I’m afraid of what’s in store for me
Will it be another day of running ‘round like everything is gone?
If I write it in a song, will it slow down?
Morning comes, I make the bed, I take a look around
Every morning brings a question I can’t live without
Morning comes and I’m afraid of what’s in store for me
Will it be another day of running ‘round pretending all is fine?
When the thought won’t leave my mind, can it slow down?
Another day that I get lost in lists of what to do
Running away, I’m at a loss of what to say to you
Then another night
I give up the fight
Will it be alright?
Morning comes, I make the bed, I wish it wouldn’t end
Every morning is a battle I can’t seem to win
Morning comes and I’m afraid of what’s in store for me
Will it be another day of running ‘round like everything is gone
If I write it in a song, will it slow down?
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3. |
Burnt and Broken
04:20
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What a world we live in with its endless charms
Blinded lies keep winning over open arms
Crescent moons and party tunes and strange hands in the dark
Morning suns beside the ones far too afraid to notice who you are
They refuse to fix what broke
A ruse: a plume of smoke
The bruise of words unspoken
The truth is burnt & broken
What a world we live in with its endless charms
Sticks and stones and systems built to cause you harm
Locker rooms and cryptic runes of texts sent in the night
“boys will be boys,” “men and their toys,”– Narratives that make this shit alright
When they refuse to fix what broke
A ruse: a plume of smoke
The bruise of words unspoken
The truth is burnt & broken
They refuse to fix what broke
A ruse: a plume of smoke
The bruise of words unspoken
The truth is burnt & broken
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4. |
Alone
03:51
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I can’t relax
with you staring at me like that
I know that mask
And I gotta commend you for your act,
but I don’t fall for shit like that no more
So turn your back
I’m sick of giving you a chance
I know that dance
And I gotta commend you for your moves,
but I am gonna kill these blues alone
Alone, isn’t all that lonesome
When you’ve got some love in store
Alone, you’ll never be lost
If you’re the one you’re looking for
I can’t believe
That those who say that love is weak
Are first to speak
With the weapon of liquor in their fist
They can kill you with a kiss, but no more:
So clear to see now
That all this fear of being free
Took over me
With the armor of truth inside my heart
I know I don’t have to play that part no more
Alone, isn’t all that lonesome
When you’ve got some love in store
Alone, you’ll never be lost
If you’re the one you’re looking for
Ooh, just think about it with me for a moment
You’re the first one that you talk to in the morning
You’re your number one life companion
And if you live together
there’s no if or whether
you should treat yourself better
try to treat yourself better
Alone, isn’t all that lonesome
When you’ve got some love in store
Alone, you’ll never be lost
If you’re the one you’re looking for
Alone, you’ll never be lost
If you’re the one you’re looking for
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5. |
Nada que ver
03:57
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Dicen que mientes – ¿es la verdad?
Dicen que cantas – quiero escuchar
Quiero saber más de lo que me dicen
Quiero que sea una gota de miel
Que dure más que un avión de papel
Que la melodía tenga nada que ver
Con tu amor
Tantas personas en la ciudad
Cantan canciones sobre amar
Quiero saber menos de lo que cantan
Quiero que sea una gota de miel
Que dure más que un avión de papel
Que la melodía tenga nada que ver
Con tu amor
Ay, no quiero más granos de sal cómo recuerdo de amar
El fuego siempre da calor hasta quemar
Pero hay algo de ti
Quiero dudar
Quiero que sea una gota de miel
Que dure más que un avión de papel
Que la melodía tenga nada que ver
Con tu amor
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6. |
Together
04:12
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All of the people of all of the Earth, each with a piece of all this hurt
Some take it in, some give it away, among other things that I can’t explain.
Child-like wonders that wither and flicker and fade
But when we’re together: opening heart.
It doesn’t matter that all falls apart
When we’re together – there lies the art.
We’ll make it better when it falls apart.
Will it always fall apart?
All of the people of all of the Earth, each with a reason, a heart, and a worth
Some devastate when you’re in their way, and dig themselves deeper in hopes that you stay
Child-like blunders that cover up feeling afraid
But when we’re together: wandering soul.
We’ll build a ladder and climb out of that hole.
When we’re together our only goal
Is to make it better when it all unfolds.
For it always does unfold
(hum)
(Together)
(Opening heart)
(For it always falls apart)
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Alisa Amador Boston, Massachusetts
Alisa Amador’s music is a synthesis of the many styles she’s voraciously absorbed: rock, jazz, funk and alternative folk, all wrapped in the spirit of the Latin music she grew up with. With a sound that NPR calls, “a pitch-perfect rendition of my wildest dreams,” her soulful singing, poetically incisive lyrics, and syncopated rhythms, are likely to make you cry, laugh and dance all within one set. ... more
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