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Um, I like to talk to people deep into night. I play guitar. Uh, you’ve probably already noticed that I have incredibly blue eyes. I like to wear bright socks.
I’m looking for a trendy girl with a simple smile. A figure that is sexy, slim, tight, excellent legs. Vivacious, foxy, sexy. I want it all. Because I really have a zany sense of humor. And I do consider myself a refined valley dude. And just, sugar and spice and all those things that are nice.
Having fun, have fun, who likes to have a lot of fun, have fun with, fun, fun and laughter, fun, I like to have fun, having fun, have fun. I enjoy having fun, yes.
Are you that woman? Please give me a call.
I’m looking for the goddess. Are you the goddess? Who is the goddess? The goddess is the woman—is a woman, is any woman—is all women. Life is a playground and I want somebody to play with. Perhaps even a nice bath with some champagne and candles.
I’m really looking for some I can feel special about and, I don’t encounter people like that very often. And I’m hoping you’re one of them.
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Matt Sweda - Entropy
04:01
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Fall apart.
These things you say just wont restart my soul and I dont know where to go anymore.
Play it back, mixing all the fiction with fact, swallowing the things I do in the meanwhile.
Round and round, all I try is lost with every rewind.
Fall apart.
These things you say just wont restart my soul and I don't know where to go anymore.
Break it down.
There must be a way out to be found but the pitfalls look like exits from afar.
Round and round, all I try is lost with every rewind.
Entropy where is the reason?
It's not a thing to believe in.
Everything is crashing in.
Why must my effort crumble?
Entropy where is the reason?
You're not a thing to believe in.
Everything is crashing in.
Why must my effort crumble?
What does it take to be sound?
Dozens of voices constantly resound.
Maybe it's all in my head.
Does my intended pathway differ from the one?
What does it take to be sound?
Dozens of voices constantly resound.
Maybe it's all in my head.
Does my intended pathway differ from the one that I tread?
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Bathwater For Jessie - 4
01:51
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“I’m sorry Lord for the thing I’ve made it.”
“And the end of all of our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
And know the place for the first time.
And all shall be well,
and all manner of thing shall be well…"
And they’re always feeling disappointed that real life doesn’t live up to the metaphor—it doesn’t live up to the symbol; it doesn’t live up to the art. It doesn’t live up to the beauty—the idealized beauty. The romantic poets were all, Fours, y’know, if, if you just take their public personas of course—we can’t talk to them any longer…Byron, Keats, Shelley, oh, and a—and Sufjan. Cheryl? My friend Cheryl? Is a classic Four. Cla. Sic. Four
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Conner Luymes - Brother
04:29
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I pray for you brother
I’m here for words left unsaid
And the last thing I desire
Is a disheartened friend
A defending silence
Takes the words from my mouth
I want to be able to ease
The burden that you have to bear
[Chorus]
Tell me how do you continue
How do you remain to stand once more?
I worry for you brother
And now I know what I’m here for
I wish I could be better
A better friend in times of need
I’d hope that I can tell you things
Everything you need to hear
Forgive me when I don’t know
When I don’t know what to do
I can’t always be by your side
But I know that you’ll find you way
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
You deserve so much better
I wish I could be for you
Please know that I care
I’ll do all that I can do
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Tyler Luce - Glyc
03:04
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Christmas won't save you
You can't wait yourself out
Hope you just need your break from things
You feel safer in the dark
But this will not save you
Find the light on a pastoral road
It stands as a testament
Things don't get better alone
Without time and deliberation
Springtime won't save you
The smell nor the snowmelt sound
Try excited and warm again
Make sure you're getting around
But new friends won't save you
And the rain-mist on my face
Sees what's worth the dwelling on
And what must be dismissed
Through time and deliberation
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Now I don't know what to say
You pushed the breakers down too far
Sleep in the same bed as yesterday
And the day before the day before the day before you made this many marks
So memorize the pages
It's as simple as emotional
Or tear up all the pages
And let the whole thing stay the same
It's a good thing to throw away
The words you say are way too hard
But the blurred lines all look the same
An empty frame without a heart
So memorize the pages
It's as simple as emotional
Or tear up all the pages
And let the whole thing stay the same
You're worrying my mind...
In a few years coming we'll be lost and running
To the places we once came
And we're all so afraid of mistakes we have made
Will it ever be the same
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Do you sense it?
Resentment, we got good intentions
It’d sacred, but you’re uncertain
I understand your church step burdens
I’ve been missing you on the weekends even with my friends
It’s been bleak on Thursday mornings…
And I wish I could say something
so all of this would dissipate
And then you would stay
I think it’s loneliness:
How I watch all the songs you sing wonder why you’re always listening
How I remember things isn’t helping me
Go ahead and taint my memories
I wish I could say something
So all of this would dissipate
And then you would stay
I wish I could say something
So all of this would dissipate
And then you would stay
Oh, how beautiful brokenness becomes when I see you’re the door I need
Oh, how this reminds me, orients things around the king
Oh, how I’ve been missing you on the weekends even with my friends
Oh, how this reminds me, orients things
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L.A.M.P. - Lamplight
05:53
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Somber songs for a God whose sovereignty has come into question, written on the back of a sobriety newly suspended, sung through a tangled web of apprehension. Horrified these doubts may become my damnation, but echoing about my skull grace unfailing and patient, presence resounding like the boom of a floor tom, filling the space unseen but assured of.
I can feel it no matter how faintly.
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And we'll all slow down in a couple of weeks
The tides will sweep our destinations to the sea
and all that will be left in the end is you and me
And we'll all slow down in a couple of weeks
Every aspiration that we've ever had will lay it's head down at our feet
And if we both are wise we'd know that it is better just to let them sleep.
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