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I remember then when you held my hand that snowy night we met
It felt cold and small and wanted warmth; I had resolved to pleasure it
But the spell it cast took hold with its grasp and made my body believe
That it don’t have a heart for nothing and it’s not there to make me grieve
Do you know what I’m sayin’?
I’ll say it plain…
Come on and marry me Anne
It’s all a part of my plan
Oh to please ya, Anna-Lisa, it makes me a man
Let our sadness rescind
This is where we begin again little Anne
Will you kiss me kiss me kiss me like a sunbeam cross my face?
Would you miss me miss me miss me if I’m half a world away?
I hear the ringing ringing ringing of those bells that call our name
And the voices of our family urging us to celebrate
Now’s no time to wait, but
No worries we’re not late
Come on and marry me Anne
I want that wife and kid and rock and roll band
You can help me out with the first two items
Let our sadness rescind
This is where we begin again little Anne
You put your heart in my chest and placed your head where I rest…we’re not just sharing a bathroom
My single life moribund yet I’m having much more fun, this must be living for real
If you confide you’re a little bit scared thinking that we’re ill prepared to start a family
I’ll calm your nerves little one with a drink and smile for fun
I won’t keep you dangling on a string
Come on and marry me Anne
It’s all a part of God’s plan
Oh to need ya, Anna-Lisa, it makes me human
Let our sadness rescind
This is where we begin again little Anne
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Meadows And Mountains
03:03
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Hands And Feet
02:04
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Pickled toesies the creek makes prunes
In the sweet warm summer when I sat next to you
We had dipped them into an algae brew
And while those fishies swarmed and gnawed
I deciphered the tacit looks you threw
Pickled beets smudged a reddish hue
And our lip-smack lick did the best it could
But the guilt it was there and it was understood
Our love hung out but not left to dry
Go to bed red hand, man you caught me good
Just then the bount’ of the sun began to wane in might
And the shawl you had employed did not suffice
What ho! What useful hands and feet
We’ll use them both indeed
Do you care to stroll with me?
Past the old grist mill, past the white chapel, the steed
Past the one room school, to the poet’s inn. Retreat
To a warming meal to a warming drink we’ll be
Complete in love and completely complete
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Daybeds And Loungers
04:10
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We wear our fashion proud
And if we’re not too loud
We can escape
From the city’s verisimilitude
Dive in what’s left of youth
And drown in its depths
You’re a beautiful girl
And you privy me all your world
All boundless and free to roam
In the beastliest bungalows
We’ll find our home
With no need to communicate
Our bodies inosculate
In the deafness of love
For you nose, lips, and chin
Each kiss melts each sin
And the power of man
Shrinks the vastness of land
From the deadness of dawning
To the ripeness of the end
And if winter gets harsh
Just know you are loved more than enough
For when our summer’s greened the wood
We’ll linger on Gable’s hood
And add to his heat
And know Rochester and Boston found
The stiffness has fled the town
Like diseased bees
Knowing honey on wounds
Both heals and tastes good
And the forests alive
Still curing our minds
With its river overflowing
We have everything right
And with tea on the stove
We’ll retire our bones
To the knowledge that we are finally alone
And I’ll see you in the morning
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Lullaby
03:05
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A baby girl
With golden bear
Sits all alone
And tugs her hair
A laptop’s glow
And strained eyed stare
Arch ‘cross her face
No smile there
She feels the weight
Of everyday
The stretching thin
Of each week’s wage
Her furrowed brow
And glassy gaze
Fear night’s approach
And sleep’s malaise
But if I had my way
I would keep her as a child
All afresh with wonderment
Unfettered by stress and strife
And with the sweet adventuring
And wistful acumen we share
I’d compose a lullaby
And sing to her a she lie there:
No broken hearts
No sick sad tones
All diamond rings
Cool geode stones
Tall trees to climb
Meadows to explore
Sunrays on our skin
To keep us warm
One heating pad
One gentle kiss
One sparkling thought
Hold on to it
I’ll stay up for you
I’m keen to watch you dear
For the rest of our lives
I’ll be right here
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Matthew McLaughlin Maynard, Massachusetts
Singer-songwriter and wanna be crooner. For people that want to hear a bit of that "60s" sound translated into the modern era. Similar artists include Belle & Sebastian, Jens Lekman, and Billie The Vision & The Dancers.
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