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If I had known that there would be a delay
on the A train, I would have walked the 5 blocks
to the 1 train and go my own way
But now I'm stuck in a tunnel
Feeling still on the subway
Columbus Circle
and I'm running to 79th
To see Gwen and ask if it's alright
The things I'm thinking about
What's in my mind
And if my feet keep me grounded
or stuck in a chorus line
He'd be gone, again, in 2 months time
But this time not on a flight or train
In transit on the tongues that knew his name
Who claim "life's too short"
but forget all the painful days
If I had known that there would be a delay
Then I might have taken another train
But I think it's not about knowing what's best
or trusting the wind to take the rest
But making a home beneath your feet and the ground
And each step
'Til you reach the last block of Manhattan
And on the matters of life, death, and love
I guess...we can only give our best
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A View from Kollwitzkiez
02:18
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Corner of my eye
I think I’d like to try
Fit the sun into this verse
Before it heads back in reverse
Beyond the gentle clouds
The Iron Curtain rebound
Reflections of a world
Built from songs that may never be heard again
From New York to Berlin
I’d like to take it all in
Fill a suitcase with what we’ve got
and check our bags at the gate
8:50 flight in the morn
Another love is airborne
One apartment to the next
Two street corners hoping for some rest
Oh, apple of my eye,
No matter how hard I try
I’ll never capture the sun
My effort will be undone
With every step I take
The motion that we make
The unexpected turbulence
Another round trip back home
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The Budding of a Rose
03:30
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So maybe I’m not the one
Who will ever catch the sun
With these words I write
I can only tell what’s in my sight
On these afternoons I sigh
Think of Heather Garden’s light
Wait for a voice on the phone
Hear a smile
Take me home
But that’s not always what it’s like
Feeling nuance from both sides
Meeting life at its seams
Two otters floating upstream
It’s the budding of a rose
Merging two roots with hope
Whispers dampened by the snow
Weaving the ropes as we go
Centuries old Rhode Island home
Watching our love grow
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So we’ll fill your car with tulips and start driving
Find a riverbed to give ourselves a break
Lay restless with my legs and the water
Try to understand the things we cannot change
Then I’ll wrestle with tonight until tomorrow
Find the moment in-between where I might sleep
Make peace with the night into the morning
Remember all the promises I couldn’t keep
One day I’m worried that I’ll trip next to an ocean
See the Devil before I even get to Hell
But these thoughts are just clouded by faults
So I’ll ignore them,
run to a späti,
buy a postcard,
and send it to Colorado
‘Cos though the price of shipping has risen quite recently,
the cost of loving will never stop lowering
So please remind me
And I’ll remind you if we forget:
You can’t replace the morning sunrise with last night’s sunset
Ich kann, was ich kann
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Marlene Bellissimo Berlin, Germany
I'm a trans woman in Berlin with songs from a past life. More music coming soon🌸
Email me: marlene.bellissimo@gmail.com
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