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    The Worst of Me                             
    by Buick Audra
    Buick Audra Music (BMI)

    I can’t ask for your forgiveness; 
    you’re never gonna see the good in me
    there’s a filter when you look my way,
    between who I really am and you what see
    I’d send bottles to your shore
    if I thought it would make you laugh and wave the flag
    but there is something when you look at me,
    it eclipses all the laughing times we've had

    you see, my eyes are always open
    it’s been brought to my most violent of attentions,
    that our lives can get away from us,
    and slip out of our very best intentions
    and so many lives from now,
    will we remember all the fault and all the blame?
    or will we fall apart without a cause,
    when someone speaks somebody else’s name?
       
    well, I can’t keep up, and I don’t know if I want to

    do the pages of your diary reflect the deepest, truest part of you?
    or do you shy away from all of that,
    and leave 'em blank as I so often do?
    hey, I have never found the right approach
    to document the twisted way I think
    no, but someday when I’m gone,
    you’ll find an arsenal of me and my rose ink

    but, I can’t keep up, and I don’t think that I want to

    so, in case I never said it right:
    you mean the world, the stars, and in-between
    I make an effort to write melodies
    around all the sides of me that there have been
    so, please forgive me, if you can,
    cuz really all we are in life is who we love
    and know, my words are all I have,
    and they are all for you, I hope they are enough

    so, take the worst of me, cuz it’s the best that I can do
    please take the worst of me, cuz it's the bast that I can do

     

    Some Other Girl                                      
    by Buick Audra
    Buick Audra Music (BMI)

    I’m not sure what you see
    behold:  evidence of me
    hey, Mr. Geology,
    there’s nothing beneath
    I don’t know what you hear
    my own defense, I fear
    oh, Mr. Astronomy,
    I’m right here, beneath

    believe me, I thought that I was above it, but I’m not
    you know that I can’t take to come face to face with my mistakes
    I understand that I still exist and live by my own will
    and if I don't get my own turn, I’ll stay here outside of your world, while:

    some other girl will be there
    to take you in, to steal your heart, to make you care
    some other girl will be the one
    to beat the moon and cancel out the rising sun
    some other girl will sing the song
    you can't forget, not even after she's long gone
    some other girl will break your heart

    I sit and strain my eyes
    to watch minutes pass me by
    since science is failing me now
    I’ll put my faith in time
    sure as the sky will fall
    will I still surprise them all
    when it plays out in the end
    they’ll have wasted their time 

    but believe me, I thought that I was above it, but I’m not
    you know that I can’t take to come face to face with my mistakes
    I understand that I still exist and live by my own will
    and if I don't get my own turn, I’ll be here outside of your world, while:

    some other girl will be there
    to take you in, to steal your heart, to make you care
    some other girl will be the one
    to beat the moon and cancel out the rising sun
    some other girl will sing the song
    you can't forget, not even after she's long gone
    some other girl will break your heart

     

    Third Position                                        
    by Buick Audra
    Buick Audra Music (BMI)
                                   
    walk alone downtown
    read some minds, never sit down
    and the world is hardly round
    just a flat circle, and I’ll see you around
    when you travel your distance
    all the bus rides
    and the thousand coffee shops
    and, it’s all better the instant
    you take up third position

    “check out his guitar”
    “you know I saw her back when she was poor”
    “and hey, I know him too, he’s the guy from
        ‘see ya later, see ya later, see ya later...'”
    in-between you can listen
    to the comments and all the made-up facts
    like, “hey, did you know,” (for instance)
    “he plays in third position?”

    in my nights I sleep,
    I dream of Clementine, and ladies all in white
    in my days, so sweet,
    I sing along in time with my favorites:
        ‘needle in the hay...’
            ‘I wanna give him pain...’
    you took up third position
    you played in third position
    you stood in third position

     

    The Afternoon Truth                               
    by Buick Audra
    Buick Audra Music (BMI)

    I don’t hear well, did you say “morning”?
    such belief in your tone, you don’t sound like you
    run straight through the door, sick with the warning
    of the afternoon truth, just before noon

    and the wind that you hear in the night
    calls to you: make him your own, make him your own
    the bones in your frame all react
    and so you love him

    we might fall through the fall

    how quickly we know life is just moving
    some never see, while others can’t move
    I’d raise the walls, and then I’d be proving
    I don’t hear well at all when you say “lose”

    and the water you walk with at dawn
    calls to you:  this can be done, this can be done
    the bones in your frame all react
    and you believe
     
    we might fall through the fall

     

    To Be An Airplane
    by Buick Audra
    Buick Audra Music (BMI)

    it’s not old enough to be a photograph
    it’s not new enough to be an airplane
    and as the water never stays warm,
    you will forget me in this form
    am I bold enough?

    does every color have first time?
    or do we know them when they meet our eyes?
    if I have memories in all white,
    do they mean more or less to my life?
    am I without on the inside?

    but, through my fever, cantilevers stand
    thanks to some mad genius mind
    it wasn’t mine, it wasn’t mine, it wasn’t mine
    despite all reason, I still want a chance
    to be some mad genius’s friend
    until the end, until the end, until the end

    when I turn all of the sound down
    (you can’t believe how much the noise can change the volume of a town)
    and put my ear to the cold ground
    (I wait to hear your steps out there between somewhere you lost and found)
    I can remember how your voice moved
    I can remember how your voice moved
    am I alone enough?

    it’s a valentine’s regret
    it’s a holiday wish for the best
    it’s never quite what I expect
    it’s being at attention always
    it’s ever loving you in my way
    it’s wanting to be there for what comes next...
    so what comes next?



    Backyard Ballad                               
    by Buick Audra
    Buick Audra Music (BMI)

    hey emil, I can’t find a way to get back where you used to be
    beneath my borrowed stars
    hey emil, you know that night up in my room,
    just kids, you sang for me?
    I still miss who I was

    and we never phone
    and you’ll always know him and almost me...
    almost me

    hey emil, I could tell you things about my life that you don’t know
    I wonder about yours
    hey emil, did you know that I made music too?
    yeah, my brother and me
    hey, I could sing for you, just listen, cuz this one’s for you...

    hey emil, you got so quiet
    hey emil, you’re so far away
    hey emil, do you remember?
    hey emil, I can’t find my way...



    What Stability Entails      
                         
    by Buick Audra
    Buick Audra Music (BMI)

    we met up tonight at the record store
    and I knew when I saw you, that it would be hard
    we wandered around like we used to
    and I wondered if people could tell that you were my brother?

    we searched for a while for the perfect tree
    but, you got sad, and had to spend all your money
    I came home with sunglasses that I didn’t need
    but, deep down, they’re very important to me

    and every time I leave you
    I’m afraid of how long it will be
    cuz what stability entails for me,
    is knowing, when I go to sleep, I love you
    I love you, it's all I know

    we drove home with our sunglasses on
    it was dark out, but I knew the tears would come
    you talked about the trip, and I tried to listen
    but all I could think was, "today is one less day”
    and there was so much more that I had to say

    and every time I leave you
    I’m afraid of how long it will be
    what stability entails for me,
    is knowing, when I go to sleep, I love you
    I love you, it's all I know

    you left with your friends
    and I turned to walk away
    and it took everything I had in me not to say,
        “don’t go... hey bo, don’t go.”

    because every time I leave you
    I’m afraid of how long it’ll be
    cuz what stability entails for me,
    is knowing, when i go to sleep, I love you
    I love you, it's all I know
    I love you with all my soul
    hey, I love you with all my soul
    I love you, it’s all I know

     

    Soft As                                   
    by Buick Audra and Mario Quintero
    Buick Audra Music (BMI)

    and the mind would be clear
    if the hands could be soft, soft as...
    bruising less by the lightness
    as opposed to, as opposed to...

    and the less of you,
    is a lesson too

    drawing down to thin wire
    what it started as, as you start to go
    hold it under your fingers
    follow through with the...
    bring it back with your...

    and the less of you,
    is a lesson too

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