"South Carolina Tan" — Benjamin Hyatt Band (by Sky masterson)
Memories are as the morning mist, both beautiful and brief
Softly whispering of careless times gone by
These distant dreams cannot be recreated through efforts of mortal decay
Though our minds eye may recapture a glimpse of the affectionate spirit of the past
They are forever gone, visible only until reality like sunlight burst through the clouds that shape our reflections
So my friends, if you are clinging to a moment, a person, a time that has already come and gone
It’s as if you are caressing the cold arms of a corpse and questioning why they refuse to return your affections
For I too have wandered in the meadows of remembrance and pined for rapport time has cost
But we must reset our eyes to the present and kiss goodbye times that are lost
For if we refocus and strive for the future, who knows what time will hold?
The past is gone, if we move on, better stories are yet to be told
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The band will make her dance no matter who can see, cuz she can feel the music that lives inside of me… She randomly awakes on the other side of town, cuz she can feel the lyrics I’m writing for her now, she’s dancing in my head, I’m writing to her beat; this pen could start a fire the whole world can see.
Music is the water that flows out of the sea and passion is the current that’s making waves in me, I feel it toss and turn, it’s swelling in my soul, I didn’t name this ocean, they call her rock & roll
She’s waking me at night, but I don’t need the sleep ; I’d rather scream her name than whisper in my dreams. But I can’t control her, no I would never try, she’s working me over and I’m drinking all her lies. My beautiful lover, a villain in disguise, but she’ll never leave me; I can see it in her eyes
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I just had the strangest dream..what if you weren’t here with me? And all I had were memories and thoughts of what would never be.. This house would never feel the same if I couldn’t call your name, the bed would offer no more rest, with emptiness my only guest. What of pictures on the wall when only shadows fill the halls? Then I awoke and cried your name, while streaming tears poured down my face. It took a moment to understand why the bottle filled my hand. Again I pressed it to my lips and begged for sleep to take its grip.
You like a perfume floating through the room, you were grown in the garden and ready to bloom, your eyes like diamonds searching to shine, you’re the only remedy that I’ll ever find for my cold, cold heart, it’s tearing me apart, but you can consume every evil note; only in your rhythm lies the antidote.