Timmy Curran

With the eyes of
someone older
it is a lesson
in the art of
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A quiet lonely bar, on a beautifully lonely day,
has a thing about it that brings reflections and tranquility,
that a sunny street cannot convey
Here there's collection, recollection and other
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Becoming one of the people,
slowly but surely, their culture
is seeping into me, once so in awe
of a breathtaking scene, now taken for granted,
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When the time it
comes, to acknowledge
old age, the bitterness
will no longer enrage
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Concrete to grass
Land to sea
A jungle is a jungle
At least to me
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Shooting for stars from the comfort of home
What to do with a door,
the sea is a floor,
the walls are a show
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To a boiling lobster
the water is warm
to the end of the line
the water is clear
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I can hear her calling:
Let me out
Only I can do it, light her up
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Waiting, wishing for some luck
I´m saying, I need a couple bucks
Not paying, the rent this week
Complaining about my seat
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She said she loves the sound of rain
She´d love it more if he came
He reminds her of her dead brother
But he´s got eyes for others
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Getting attention from the wrong people
Young and I´m fresh and my strut is lethal
I´d ask you your name but I get cold feet, girl
Getting attention from the wrong people
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Suave man
Lady killer, man
Jumps on the opportunity
because he knows he can
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The sun breaches the night
A new day is born
Tis but a human right
Though usually regarded with scorn
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I boarded a plane to New Orleans
Woke four days later in Mexico
There was a bed somewhere
and I´m sure I stayed there
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Before I boarded my flight
the man asked me if I was alright
In his hand he held a younger me
Clean shaved, short hair
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We could go into the alley,
nobody wants to find me
My boyfriend, he will kill you
The alley´s where he´ll leave you
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I feel you fingers wrapped around mine,
as I walk the streets of the city
Every corner there´s a memory
I sit in our spot at the park
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All is quiet,
so very very quiet
Stairs going up
the only sound that´s crying
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So much time walking the streets at night
In the days of a nine to five
These times have turned me to the light
Blues coming during the daytime
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