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letra de when you fall - art morera

keep ripping, gentlemen!

i didn’t know you were here
oh, i like this
i am
i like this
ah, so you are
excuse me
how y’all doin
i’m doin’ alright
thank you for the applause, thank you
just don’t spill your drinks
poetry, beauty, romance, love
these are what we stay alive for
may your poetry live forever
in my coffin, may the note in my pocket be buried treasure
may the ink on the paper fade away dare i say never
ever еver ever еver, ever ever
uphill battles til my ear pops, find comfort in the music
turn it up when i’m near cops
believe in yourself the most when the cheer stops
when the ink runs out like dogs through open doors, write with tear drops
ran outside before the ink had a chance to dry, smeared thoughts
of all the times we laughed and cried
rationalize the reasons you’re sad inside
up in the mountains i slept with a flashlight
and if the sun happens to die

leave on the lights babe
i’m so scared of heights babe
it hurts so hard when you fall
when you fall
fall

this is a 2nd generation joint right here
it’s one of those nights

you are here, life exists and identity

fall
hey there you are
do i know you?
no but there you are, you’re there

yeah
lighthouses on foggy nights
i’m counting on you to guide us out this storm
no olive branches in the talons of pirate falcons
there are still deeper trenches and higher mountains
and dryer deserts to inspire entire albums
the fire went out cuz it was too windy
it’s all downhill like there’s a rolling stone behind you when you indie
done keeping up with the joneses, all i own’s this
everlasting loneliness, holy sh-t
going into the void is unavoidable
like a goldfish getting flushed down a toilet bowl
momento in a voice memo she said “boy let’s go”
what’s a couple road blocks to a voyage though
gentle to robots cuz soon they’ll be sentient
sentiments while i’m emceein’ are my requiems
y’all be lyin’ in the studio like mgm, cryin’ wolf
i dry my eyes in the shade of a giant oak
my dying oath is to live til i’m a ghost
in the spirit of those who never put a price on their souls
riding to the rattle of playing cards colliding with the spokes
of the tires on old bicycles
spinning like kaleidoscopes
banged my head against the wall, that’s a dice roll
thinking of rhymes with my eyes closed like picking locks
ironic how walking on thin ice thickens the plot
if i slip and drop
leave on the lights babe
i’m so scared of heights babe
it hurts so hard when you fall
when you fall

but the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse

what will your verse be?

- art morera

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