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Been Around the Sun
03:44
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"BEEN AROUND THE SUN" by David Guilbault
Been around the sun, son, too many times.
Been around the sun, son. Nearly blinded my eyes.
Been around the sun, son. Orbit’s on the wane.
Goin’ ‘round the sun, holdin’ on to a cane.

Days they been hard, son. Nights, they been worse.
Years they been rolling, chartin’ a curse.
Been around that sun, son. Circle keepin’ time.
Goin’ ‘round the sun, getting’ ready to die.
‘Round and ‘round and ‘round we go.
Where we stop, nobody knows.
Just want it to go some more,
‘Fore I’m dropped at eternity’s door.

Been around the sun, son, maybe seen too much.
Like the glow of the cosmic flow, the sting of the godly touch.
Been around the sun, son. Now I think I know.
When the sun goes dark, the light will show.
‘Round and ‘round and ‘round we go.
When we stop, nobody knows.
Just want it to go some more,
‘Fore I’m dropped at eternity’s door.
Been around the sun, son, so close to the end.
Been around the sun, son, just doin’ what I can.
Been around the sun son. Don’t know why or when.
Goin’ ‘round the sun, near the final bend.
Goin’ ‘round the sun, so close to the end.
"Been Around the Sun" © 2013 David Guilbault
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Love, Unfastened
03:09
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"LOVE, UNFASTENED" by David Guilbault
The carpet smells of cigarettes
And dirty tales of lust.
I really shouldn’t be here.
Your perfume makes me a drunken man
I cannot stand. I fall
Into the darkness.

Well, take off all your clothes.
We’re in this, heaven knows.
The room is cold, the sheets are worn,
Our hearts are torn and tired
From all the lying.
We tell ourselves that this is love.
But, it ain’t love at all
That keeps us coming.

So, take off all your clothes.
We’re in this, heaven knows.

Before this night is through I’ll wash away
The scent of you to hide
The stain of / passion.
We’ll kiss goodbye while others wait
At home alone and cry
From love unfastened.
Now, take off all your clothes.
We’re in this, heaven knows.
The carpet smells of cigarettes
And dirty tales of lust.
I really shouldn’t be here.
"Love, Unfastened" © 2014 David Guilbault
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You've Been With Him
02:54
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"YOU'VE BEEN WITH HIM" by David Guilbault
Do you think that I don’t know
When you tell me all those lies?
Do you think that it doesn’t show
Right through your hiding eyes?

Well, I know what you’re doin’.
And I know where you’ve been.
You’ve been with him.

Don’t you know that when you come back home
You smell of dark desire?
Don’t you know that you’re as cold as stone
When I try to start a fire?
Well I know what you’re doin’.
And I know where you’ve been.
You’ve been with him.

No need to take me for a fool.
You’re out there playing by your own rules.
I know it’s just a passing game.
There ain’t no sense to call the blame.
Don’t you think that you’ll break our love
With your nights of loveless lies?
Don’t you think for the sake of us
You need to tell that man goodbye?
‘Cause I still love you darling.
And I’ve loved you even when
You’ve been with him.
"You've Been With Him" © 2014 David Guilbault
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4. |
Long Way Down
03:27
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"LONG WAY DOWN" by David Guilbault
Dark has fallen.
Night is pierced with ice.
Shadows harken
The crippling cold.
Souls are callin’
For the fright of guilty eyes.
Bellows bark.
Screams unfold.
It’s been a long way down.
It’s been a long, long way down.

Waters risin’.
Hives all dead and gone.
The beast is dyin’
In the sun.
The air is hidin’
Behind the stench of ruin.
Time is passed.
Day is done.
Past the warnin’,
Cast a feeble sight.
Deadly warming.
Dreadful world.
Nothing born in
The sulfur and the fire.
Scorching heat.
Endless scorn.

"Long Way Down" © 2015 David Guilbault
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5. |
If I Ain't Hurt
03:24
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"IF I AIN'T HURT" by David Guilbault
Days fall short,
Nights all hold me down.
If I ain’t hurt,
Then why’s no one around?

The life I earned
Is bleeding on the mount.
If I ain’t hurt
Then why’s there blood on the ground?

Blows from behind,
Knocks out all my breath.
Knows she can lie
And steal all that is left.
Crushes my heart,
An anvil on my chest.
If I ain’t hurt
Then why am I losing my breath?

Whoa, oh, yeah it hurts.
Whoa, oh, I mean it hurts.
Whoa, oh, yeah I’m hurt.
Whoa, oh, I mean I hurt.
I hold back the tears,
Hold back the fears of hate.
I know it ain’t right,
Still I take the bait.
I wish I could stop,
Step back from the cliff.
If I ain’t hurt
Then why’s this pain like this?
"If I Ain't Hurt" © 2015 David Guilbault
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6. |
* Pieces of My Life
04:06
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"PIECES OF MY LIFE" by David Guilbault
Pieces of my life are dying, one by one.
Lights that lit my way have dimmed and gone.
Fewer souls who warmed my heart now feel the sun.
And I can feel the cold that’s yet to come,
As pieces of my life become undone.
Pieces of my life are dying, one by one.
Colors on the canvas fade away.
Memories, now histories, are left unsung.
The tales they tell no scholar cares to save.
Stories that no balladeer will play.
And I feel incomplete.
The hand of god is of a thief.
I am robbed and left in grief.
Stripped of all that made life sweet.
Losing who I am, piece by piece.
Pieces of my life are dying, one by one.
Lives that mattered scattered into dust.
Trees of life, felled in the night, to die and burn.
Passions gone that once were loud with life.
Ashes all to ashes. Out of sight.
And I feel incomplete.
The hand of god is of a thief.
I am robbed and left in grief.
Stripped of all that made life sweet.
Losing who I am, piece by piece.
Losing who I am, piece by piece
"Pieces of My Life" © 2016 David Guilbault
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David Guilbault Seattle, Washington
Seattle singer-songwriter David Guilbault writes, records & performs honest-to-goodness soulful music of love, life and loss - heartfelt songs that live in the truth.
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