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Dog Whistle
05:24
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Maybe I realised those long years ago, we’re not what we thought of when we thought of growing old. You have your dreams, I have my peace. The train runs on time but where does it lead?
We tried it your way, I tried to grow. I read your inflection, needlessly slow. You made your scene, I made up my mind. This time I’ll leave, one of these times. You can wait for me. I won’t wait for you.
If you’d say “I’m sorry,” and do so much more, mercy might feel like less of a chore. You keep believing, I have no faith. I somewhat expected we’d get to this place.
The dog whistle blows this old fire out, I pull the door closed on my way out. You can wait for me. I won’t wait for you. The dog whistle blows this old fire out.
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Treat Me Like A Stranger
05:07
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We picked apart your letter, form provides the verse, I remember when you stood so tall, in the end it’s even worse. When the new year seemed so far away, but I could feel it in the air, you left for something better, assumed I’d always care.
I picked up where you left off, bleeding through the birth, had no hand, bringing stone from sea. Missed everything it’s worth.
When I stood up tall beside you, and you were timid as a hare. Had no words for the younger of the two, I’ve nothing left to leave there.
You told me, in oh so many ways, that I’m not what you want, that I can’t make you stay. I will never be your distant shade of grey.
I don’t want anything from you, just treat me like a stranger.
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Covered In Snow
05:36
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I kiss the forehead of my sleeping beauty before I leave. Turning over, pulling out, will make me bleed. I know where you are, I wish I knew myself. Less complete.
Out here on my own, there’s nowhere I belong. You might think she’s cold, she’s a volcano covered in snow.
A listless river, a crisp autumn day, are all I need. If I were taller, and I could touch the ground, then I’d concede.
Don’t want forgiveness, don’t like the sound of my dreams, I can’t wait to get home, we’re perfect when we’re alone.
Her neck in moonlight is the most perfect thing I have seen. The way she breathes when she thinks she’s alone startles me. No one before her, no one to come, could make me leave, out here on my own. There’s nowhere I belong.
I can’t wait to get home, we’re perfect when we’re alone, she’s smooth as a river stone when she cuts you to the bone, you might think she’s cold, she’s a volcano covered in snow.
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Don't Bother You
03:56
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I can’t tell you just how much I hate my stupid brain. Most things that don’t bother you will drive me fuck insane. I sometimes want to kill myself but (I know) I won’t.
I sometimes wish you’d leave, so I won’t cause you pain. I hate that you fell in to love with such a broken man, I sometimes want to run away but (I know) I won’t.
I drink myself to sleep, so I don’t have to dream. So many have abandoned me it makes it hard to breathe. All I want’s to stay in bed but (I know) I won’t.
It takes all that I have just to do this every day. It’s easy now as it can be but that’s soon to go away. I’d like to take it all in stride but (I know) I won’t.
I’ve never known someone who tries as hard as you, to put up with someone like me is more than I could do. I’d like to be who you deserve but (I know) I won’t.
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The Hundred Year Giant
04:31
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I’ve forgotten more than you’ll ever know, facing lions standing toe to toe. When wonder returns shaken by the show, bound to lives meant for keeping close. Sliding by, cutting to the bone. Only once it felt sincere
Find the height we’re open til the break, the northern lights posed as subtle strength. Now is not for everyone’s forever’s only grace, bound to lives meant for keeping pace. Quite a refrain coming from the band, garish and baroque as you’d expect.
Fights are hard now, roads disintegrate. Weakened shoulders, embers turning gray. Every single child of flight reserves a simple fate, bound to lives meant to stay away. Watching you silhouetted by the sea, turning back when everything says go.
The hundred year giant waits by an inland sea, hope became compromise, borne from tragedy. Chasing down the moments when you would marry me. The only lesson learned, is that you’re gone.
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Alone A Day
05:35
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There you are, I can feel you in my breath, the sun goes up too fast and it’s hard to let you go. When I awake again I know I am alone. It’s hard to start my day, black coffee hits me slow.
Here I am again, living someone else’s truth; as hands slow to a crawl it seems I always follow suit. In the distance there’s a day when I’ll have time to make my bed. For now I barely make enough to get ahead. Alone again, in time you’ll make it home, It’s hard to settle in while you’re still fighting through the storm. I hear you coming through the door, now we can finally start our day. The moon goes by too fast, at least I feel you in my breath
Alone a day, alone a day and I will be fine.
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M. Brinston Berry Ashland, Kentucky
Singer/Songwriter M. Brinston Berry has been creating original music for nearly a decade. With six EPs to his name, Berry has amassed a diverse catalog of neo-folk songs influenced by equal parts Iron & Wine and Bob Dylan.
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