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Alone
11:02
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I was alone in the world
I was disconnected from everybody around me
Nothing could make this better
I stood there, surrounded by people who were supposed to love me
People who do love me
And I thought to myself,
I am alone.
I was surprised by how much pressure it took to make the incision
And that made me feel safe
Because I had always thought of the body as so fragile
It was a scary time.
It's still scary.
And so, I rub my fingers over the healing cuts
Soon to be gone, I hope
Although possibly not
They'll always be present in me as part of me
I run my hands over them, and I feel the texture, the broken skin,
The skin is, that is just becoming new, renewed and healed
And I think of how I hid it from myself and from my friends
Wearing long sleeves,
Sometimes absentmindedly rolling them up
And then quickly pulling them back down to fix the mistake
It's still scary.
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Focalin
03:48
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I never thought it would be so like a film
White crushed lines? So cliché
Rolled dollar bills
And then my body's running away
Have to be alone
Running across the campus
Stop me where it's darkest
The stars are beautiful here in Vermont
Now I know what it means to be fearless
Climbing and jumping through trees in the night
I pay respects to the dead
Through my embrace of life
Falling out of a tree I cry,
"I didn't land among the stars"
And I can't get out of bed
For the next four days
Have to be alone
Running across the campus
Stop me where it's darkest
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A Story
02:53
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Acid
05:55
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I just want to be here with you
All we can be is ghosts, memories
The microphones glow
Blue radiance from my glasses around you
I'll forget, I know
The moment we're here tomorrow
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Windows
09:58
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I watch you through a window of deceit
I watch you through a window of deceit
I watch you through a window on a screen
Don't you know this is all over now?
Don't you hesitate, for I,
I will love
But only through the glass
Or the LED
On the movie screen, or the TV screen, or the computer
Because fuck no, I can't even explain or recall
How I know you at all, oh fuck no
I can't remember the last time we spoke
And yet here I am
Looking through the window
For my own satisfaction
My own pleasure
My own
Love, or that's what I'd like to call it
Love, or that's what I'd love to call it
But who knows?
But who knows?
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Friend
03:09
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She reached out to me
She needed a connection
What is this about?
Was it a way to fill an emotional void some idiot had left?
Or is she the idiot?
Or am I?
(We will find God in ourselves
living on strawberry fields)
Sometimes when two cars crash
In the middle of an empty street
It signifies nothing
Or everything, depending on your perspective.
What actually happened then?
He sat across the bed from me
And I sat in my chair playing music to you
And he's my friend
You told him the truth,
Which you haven't told anyone else
We will live on chocolate
We will sell the strawberry fields
Strawberry fields forever
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7. |
The Things I'll Remember
02:10
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8. |
Elegy
06:20
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Eric Benoit New Jersey
Contact: eric@ericmbenoit.com
If you've ever stared at your computer and cried, or told Siri you were sad because you didn't have anyone else, but you kind of felt good about it, then you know what my music feels like.
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