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Days of Magic
01:29
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father dear and his little feet,
singing on a hill of snow,
and I’m waiting,
oh, so impatient,
as I have time... time to dive beneath the hammer,
to prove that I exist,
that magic, that magic,
for you, magic,
I’m holding out for the magic to be picture perfect,
oh days of magic, when you’re there to hold me,
hold me like a magnet,
for the magic
oh magic to come,
oh but days of magic,
come so slow...
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Remembering Forever
02:22
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sitting there, the world as one,
but all I could think of was you,
and the sadness in your eyes,
when exactly at dawn,
the stars were all aligned,
and the moon was waiting,
I wondered why.
I found you in a dream,
I guess it was now,
now we can’t say what tomorrow will bring,
but it’s now, all still the same.
now there’s a song,
that we can’t sing,
but we’re remembering forever,
and I’ll remember,
how she put us there,
dancing in the dark on a summer night,
and I’ll remember, how she put me there,
dancing in the dark on a summer night.
and I’ll remember, how she shook me there,
dancing in the dark on a summer night.
grand routine
I guess it’s mine
this is some wide perspective
listen like it’s music right ahead of me
so this is great, two sides
to be you and I, sitting on the bed tonight
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Reminding Me
02:10
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It can sure be hard to show how much I love you,
but it’s easy to be with you endlessly,
I sometimes feel like that’s the way I show you,
when I know for sure that it’s not all we need,
And do we need the same things?
What should we consider?
And do we just keep asking?
“What should we do do do do?”
And do we just keep on asking?
Or should we just keep on dreaming?
Oh you can’t judge for me?
The music’s nice
OOoh Oh Oh oh OOOh oh doot do do da do do
Let the music end,
get to know me,
in the mirror, sounds nice,
It’s weird how little we see,
It’s a view to some simple thing we can be
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4. |
Flowers
05:56
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Flowers Part 1
hours,
flowers, flowers, hours, flower bell,
light that glows in your head,
touch that I’m holding,
what a quiet day, that you found,
on the top of all the flowers,
I was in your ocean,
swirling heart,
nothing to grab on
I sit on flowertown wall,
and the clouds are small,
but the larger clouds are gesturing,
take me back home, get in,
fair, had it been, if you’d told me,
what you found,
rush up hill,
rest upon your weary knees,
how lovely the sound
of a spring on a peak,
as a blackbird, sing in a tree.
It’s no more complex, on that brighter hill,
all those long days spent,
all down to this,
stop calling with those same flower lines
that dried nights ago,
gosh, something’s happening,
changing old lightbeams,
I’m the lightning slinger,
who slays you more than me?
lie me long,
sun come topple the day,
ring my love,
my love, my love, my love, my love, mountains,
my love, my love, my love, my love my love,
my love crying, said, no flowers, just bells,
no flowery love, no flowers, those... flower lines,
vanish as they dry,
myyyyyyyy, my love...
Part 2
my flowers made your only bell no longer ring,
no flower bells,
light that glows in the gloom,
touch it, it holds you,
what a quiet day,
now that rumor has it,
after you, flowers rushed up the hill,
turned the gloomy blues to a lovelier sight,
of a spring in a tree in the early evening,
ya’bring rose in your head and the stems still hold ya,
but do those silvry stems still truly love you,
take those apple bites,
a’that lonely world that keeps spining as you do,
(hum a song tra-la-la),
being done, I’d like to sum it up,
and make my latest offer,
with the stems in my blood,
It’s hard to say I love you,
oh as good as you can, make be,
but this won’t and we won’t
‘til it’s well worth grieving,
place it next to me,
half of your heart will do,
go you, see the prism,
save this part of yourself,
pull me in and look at this face, you’re not alone,
but I’m getting tenuous,
keep being in this loser’s head,
say in defense, oooo who are you,
make and sell, businessman?
I would stay behind to be your residue,
ow, that wick it burns,
and it makes a pool of me, wicked raw
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5. |
This Hidden Laughter
02:31
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ha, laughter ensnares the moon,
as sadness seize your eyes,
dingy trees threaten to fall,
hoping to rise,
no more beloved friends,
to let you be last to know it,
to love ya,
and let it be right on course,
gosh they act like forever,
and suddenly start to fall,
dingy trees threaten to fall,
then suddenly start to rise,
no more beloved friends,
this proudest of eyes,
the distance of death,
this world get back to you,
this secrecy becomes me,
the secrets come up in Oregon,
in dingy trees of rage,
they threaten to fall,
they pray to rise,
no more beloved friends,
this is the black of night,
this proudest of eyes,
the dimples of death,
it escapes to the forest,
it darken’s the way,
still lovely lovely with you,
get a grip,
the black of night,
the dimples of death,
escapes the forest,
it darken’s the way,
the smell of forest
resembles death,
escape the forest
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Cal Wilson Vancouver, Washington
I'm a bedroom songwriter, composer, producer looking to explore the boundaries of creation from under my
blankets.
"Cult of Love" was human created.
"Sleeping in the Gateway" is part of an ongoing project of research and dialog with my computer via GPT-2 for text and Google Magenta for midi. Each of these songs was partially generated by an AI, then I re-composed, arranged, and produced them.
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