A rhythmic, sexy-beat, acoustic dynamo
Lyrics/Music/Singing/Playing/Arranging/Recording: Tom O'Brien
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Every now and then a bud breaks ground / You only notice it when you're looking down.
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What if the world tomorrow
Was no different than the way it is today?
The same old joy and sorrow
Would you feel like all your actions were in vain?
What if the same mosquitoes
Were still around you, buzzing in your ear?
Would you still let me go
As the same old days became the same old years?
Nothing change that much
Except the weather and such
And the length of our hair
And the clothes that we wear
But every now and then a bud breaks ground
You only notice when you're looking down
There's no more land to discover
The continents are seven and no more
The Age of Reason is over
And no one figured out wt we're here for
Another world is discovered
Another rock around another sun
And on it might be two lovers
Who'll break apart exactly as we've done
Nothing changes that much
Except the weather and such
And the length of our hair
And the clothes that we wear
But every now and then a bud breaks ground
You only notice when you're looking down
Sometimes I tire of this planet
Revolving on its axis all the time
I'll take another spin on it
Despite the fact that you're no longer mine
I'll just end up where I started
Still taking up the same amount of spaceExcept I'll be broken-hearted
And wear a different look upon my face
Nothing changes that much
Except the weather and such
And the length of our hair
And the clothes that we wear
But every now and then a bud breaks ground
You only notice when you're looking down
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