3am (I’m going to have to convert a room into a studio because with pets this is almost impossible)
3am This is your hurt calling —- How many,many is the numeral infinity…. The notebooks you fill To catch the oceans inside —— But we still try —— And you are Silver and gold —— Hearts still beating On the butchers floor —— Feel the stars take the hold —— 3am This is your hurt calling —— You live and you hold Silver and gold Stars and Infinity Constantly grow Let the earth take hold Oceans Oceans —— You could never be held Not with control —— You deserve to be free —— Free —— 3am
They’ve been sending signals to the sky These messages for years Into light years Hoping for some return Here’s the secret If there is a return It would be light years away… It takes years… This is the kicker, Your power, They don’t want you to know Because the messages would be from the future That’s light years Decades away Because they receive the messages They read your art Listened to your favorite songs They know how all of this ends ———- You make it ———- You survive, all of, this…. ———— Like the pages from a book Your words Your lines Your art Your signals ——- They stand as evidence That you were here ——— Here’s your power ——— Those messages The return Are all around you in the quiet The stillness Stardust in your skin Lights in the sky The quiet If you just listen We survive We continue We survive All Of This So send your art Your words Your signals Continue You are worthy -E Regardingsamuel.com
It’s a long walk From the dream To the graveyard Soles of your shoes Worn through You try for your art For your love You try to write But is it the words ? Or the aesthetic Would the life The words Stand on their own? The hash The filter The aesthetic We are group thought Born into this newsfeed Conditioned and groomed And we are shot through By the stale morning breath that is reality
We ran through Every midnight pain We were down Where There is no survivors No one knows What will And will not come Maybe it’s fate Maybe it’s just How the fires burn But babe Good god babe No one could ever say We didn’t walk these roads We didn’t carry the load We didn’t fight against Our destruction And hey there Sister Can you remember The early morning The smell of winter Over this town And hey there Babe I can remember The smell of your perfume Your head on my shoulder Eyes so bright And even the rain Doesn’t bother To fight What no one knows …. And We ran these roads We took the poison We took the chances Some of us left But someone always comes back And we pick up Right where we left off Both feet on the ground Keeping rough hands Dreaming About what’s never been – Down Where the midnight fire is … The whiskey is smoother And the women are stronger And they kiss with a fire We wake up with the morning Building a dream In the heart of this town….
Consent is easy It looks like Me sending you texts all day About Tongue and two finger combos what I wish I could do Because I know you like them It looks like me Wearing a tie Because I know You like to take it off And be blindfolded Consent Is both of us Passionately Having fun Both of us Burning out together Both of us Coupled together Like A spliced electrical wire That’s consent —— If it isn’t firing If it isn’t equally enthusiastic If you’re not in to it Than I’m not having fun We can do something different Anything Cook Nap There is no pressure to be anything
Hang in there This is life This is what you’ve got I flipped the script I changed it up Maybe I was a fool Sure I panicked in the beginning Thought what the hell have I done But then you ask Ok what do I do now? I have to keep going forward I have to I can’t stop I can’t stop The sky is the limit But we’re going to break through that too… Both feet on the ground Reality can be distressing But if you’ve got the moves Stay in the ring Pressing ——- I know you want to scream 3am what kind of life is this… ——- Build a dream This is your life …. What you get is what you’ve got… What do we do about it ? What are you gonna do now? Keep pressing Keep writing Keep building Soon you’ll be flying Looking back saying Look at that We overcame What we thought would crush us We surprised even ourselves We can build We can change We can run this race That boy from the mountains Passed down shoes Kerosine heat Concrete floors A lot of sacrifice But look where it got you… Look at what a boy can do…
Keep your head down Keep pressing Keep writing Keep climbing Soon you’ll be flying
She’s got her eyes fixed On the electric sunrise She’s watched her dreams die She knows What life is Nothing scares her anymore And you’re going to remember her name … And nothing scares her anymore Her eyes fixed on her goal She’s buying this town Just to burn it down Nothing scares her anymore You know that she knows And you hate her for it Life isn’t just a game She’s cashed out Flipped it You won’t get to repeat it No second chances You missed it ——- She’s fixed her eyes And you’re not it….