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Dialogue 49​.​2

by Calvin University Dialogue

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1.
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.
2.
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?
3.
“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
4.
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
5.
6.
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
7.
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
8.
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
9.
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.
10.
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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Dialogue is an arts and writing magazine of Calvin College undergraduate creative work that is submitted, curated, and published by students. This is a catalog of original student music.

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