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One of the first songs ever fully written and recorded by Robert, before the duo really got together. After years of adjusting the mix, here it is.
lyrics
Stephen often was a fool, but quiet, standing on the porch with no hands on the wheel, that caramel-colored wallet, white shoelaces, and father's spectacles, the lenses both poked out, staring at the faces of them, children aglow, having upbeat confrontations around a hearth. His heart was always holding inside itself. The bright child and his hands never got more warm. Nudges at their shoulders flew, but he would never catch them - spent too much time alone down by the tracks. Scarlet wildflowers filled a page. He sprung up and bought himself a canvas, but could never finish it. He would never let you know how high he could jump. I caught him practicing once; it only made him nervous, concentration always so easily broken by the wall that watched him work.
After he became his age and threw up, got himself drafted to fight a bloody war - it was only days and he had torn off countless methods and spirits. It only kept him cold upon returning to an earth where beauty is forsaken. Used to climb trees but now he walked on with his head down, the sidewalk more appealing than the blood-red or scarlet colored flowers - for him that was enough. That was close enough.
Found himself a brand new hat and stammered on, leaving gods and their gospels speaking foreign tongues. I imagine right about now, he'd be sleeping or pacing through his bedroom, questioning his love. To all but him, she's only nothing and breaking with taciturn age - frames begin to fade.
I want to call him sentimental or unlucky, but anything new and he might just fall over dead, soaring dreamless overhead.
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from
Winter,
released January 30, 2013
Robert Hamill - Everything
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