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Half of Me
03:06
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I was halfway into despair
I thought my mind this time was surely breaking.
I thought I for once was seeing what's there
And that all I'd seen before had been mistaken.
I was halfway across a bridge
when I paused for a spot of clear reflection
And I saw your face look up at me
And tell me everything was well.
I was halfway across the shore
Like a baby turtle drawn towards the ocean.
Oh to lay upon that briny floor!
Was the plan I sought at once to set in motion
Waves were halfway up my chest
And I tilt my head for one last gasp of air
But then you turned the tides and bring me home
Tuck me up in your bed.
Lovers before have worshipped you wholehearted
I don't know when this infatuation started
I’m just half of me without you.
I was halfway convinced that I’d
Lived the time for which I had a proper function
I walked on a lonesome ragged road
Oh so dark I may have missed life’s only junction.
I was halfway past the turn
Beyond which the road led to much darker places.
But you lit the sign that showed the way
Back to home and life and love.
Lovers before have worshipped you wholehearted
I don't know when this infatuation started
I’m just half of me without you.
I’m just half of me without you.
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Lay-ee-lay
04:42
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Like floaties leaving the stem on a breeze
or ships leaving the harbour for seas
beyond the horizon or sticks in a stream.
Or waking before the end of a dream.
Your blood and your sweat and your ache and your heart.
The price that you paid from the start.
And you’d do it all over, you’d play the same part
To have them back home by your hearth.
Lay-ee-lay
Where the sunbeams play
And wait for the start
Of a new born day
Lay-ee-low
Where the wind doesn’t blow
And gather your strength
Till you know where to go.
Lay-ee-lie
And look up at the sky
Let the rain on your face
hide the tears that you cry.
Lay-ee-long
By yourself, all alone
Till music stirs within
And you breathe out your song.
Somebody says something you didn’t quite hear.
Another whose meaning’s not clear.
You’re trying to listen, the words reach your ear
But your true love is no longer near.
That pillar of stone standing proud from the sea
is more beautiful than God thought it would be.
That tree in the marsh swept low by the wind
is more graceful than all of its kind.
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Richard Buchanan Scotland, UK
Former bass player with legendary Scottish 90s folk rock under-achievers The Lost Soul Band, Richard now writes, performs and records songs that draw from a wide range of influences.
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