Songs From The Inside, Volume One: Soothed

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A song about God, a woman, compulsions or perhaps my anima. 

soothed

everything's the same

but everything has changed

 i see you standing there

i'm calling out your name

but the words won't come

 no the words won't come

 no the words won't come

soothed by the sound of your voice

soothed by the sound of your name

obsessed i made the wrong choice

i used your sweet name in vain

everything has changed

but everything's the same

you see me sitting here

you're calling out my name

but the words won't come

no the words won't come

no the words won't come

soothed by the sound of your voice

soothed by the sound of your name

possessed i make the wrong choice

i use your good name in vain

and as the days turn into years

your face softens in the glow

of long forgotten tears

over things you will never know

soothed by the sound of your voice

soothed by the sound of your name

obsessed i made the wrong choice

my unfinished symphony of pain

jeff grant

2007

Excerpt from The Art of Surviving Prison  Copyright 2013, all rights reserved Jeff Grant, Progressive Prison Project jgrant3074@icloud.com 15 E. Putnam Ave. #370
Greenwich, Connecticut 06830 (203) 339-5887 

Songs From The Inside, Volume One: I Call Again

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A song about God, a woman, compulsions or perhaps my anima. 

i call again
 

i try to get close, you push me away
i can't say i blame you but i want you to stay
that's all there is to it

i wander around, living day by day
with unanswered questions and endless delays
why can't we get through it?

i call up to see you, you always say yes
but when's the next time its anybody's guess
how much longer can i do it?

yet, 

i call again, i always call again
i do
i call again, i always call again
even though we both know
its the wrong thing
to do

we go to the mall, i wash your clothes
when you have a cold i blow your nose
its a crying shame

you spend your life, searching for the perfect match
and here i sit waiting for your scraps
its a sad sad game

the truth of it all, is that you can't see
no matter what i do this is me, this is me
it remains the same

yet,
i call again, i always call again
i do
i call again, i always call again
even though we both know
its the wrong thing
to do

 

i call again, i always call again
i do
i call again, i always call again
even though we both know
its the wrong thing
to do

jeff grant 

2007

Excerpt from The Art of Surviving Prison 
Copyright 2013, all rights reserved
Jeff Grant, Progressive Prison Project
jgrant3074@icloud.com
15 E. Putnam Ave. #370
Greenwich, Connecticut 06830
(203) 339-5887