Beautiful Dreamer

by K. Adem

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released 18 November 2014

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K. Adem Knoxville, Tennessee

I'm a pro- human rights kind of guy. singer-songwriter, lover of cats and all the animals, books, silence, conversation, friends, love, rock & roll, etc.

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Track Name: Goodnight, July
Hey 1 2 3
Why don’t you know me like I know you, love?
4, 5, 6
I’ve got your lipstick traced all along my forehead

1,2, 3 / I have been waiting all my life for this
4, 5, 6 / we’re gonna change the world

whenever I said that I was meant for you
on that October night under the harvest moon
I loved you
I was shaking in my boots then you whispered in my ear
“do do do do do do”
what?

all the fireworks and it’s not even July
trading all our stars for fireflies
goodnight

when the wind is cold, will you ease my shaking?
only if you’ll keep my bones from breaking

and the sun will set on these tears we’ve shed
so we illuminate until it rises again
Track Name: Heaven
YOU REMIND ME OF MYSELF WHEN I WAS YOUR AGE
I MEAN- I WOULD HAVE KISSED YOU THEN
AND I START TO FEEL A LITTLE MORE ALIVE,
THE WAY THAT I ONCE DID

CLINGING TO THE STATION ON THE RADIO
FOR THE FAINT SOUND OF A LOVE SONG I USED TO KNOW
AND I GET LOST IN THE STATIC,
START TO LOSE TRACK OF THE ROAD

THERE IS HEAVEN ON THE BACK OF MY EYELIDS,
A MEMORY FROZEN IN TIME
SOMETIMES I FORGET WHAT BEING HAPPY FEELS LIKE
WHEN THE STONE ROLLS AWAY AND I FIND YOU
IN THE PASSENGER SEAT WIDE-EYED
I REMEMBER HOW IT FEELS TO BE ALIVE

THE BIG SUN IS CRADLED IN THE WEST BY THE TIME
WE GET THERE
AND I LEAD YOU BY THE HAND INSIDE

YOU’RE EXPLAINING TO THE NURSES WHO I AM
GROWING NERVOUS WHEN YOU SEE
THEY DO NOT UNDERSTAND
I CANNOT BE SEEN BY ANYONE BUT YOU
Track Name: I Go On
memories burst through me like flames through an old building
erupting in a violent display of nostalgia
firemen trembling- too terrified to come near me
and be consumed by the unholy fountain

[who am I that the eyes of unsuspecting lovers should awaken
then die
just to leave me on my own
i have watched the changing of faces,
felt the aching places where shadows only go but I go on]

through the dark valleys where mens eyes are vacant
into the heart of a city with no soul
I found my solitude and embraced it
knew the part of me no one else can know

I have stood by the door
as the car drove away,
woken up in the night with the moon on my face,
and wondered out loud what it means to be alone

I have faced down the devil with an unloaded gun,
fashioned a bullet from passion and blood that spiraled through him
and left me on my own
but I go on
Track Name: Good Morning, August
Good morning, August
leaves collapse and then collect,
crush beneath the steps I take away
I am ultimately ordinary-
guys like me get buried every day

winter approaches like an awkward version of myself in High school towards a girl-
the rattling of knees, another reason to concede
unraveled by the magic of you

Postcards from the women I’ve known
scattered haphazardly on the road
but the one down to hell I am told is paved with good intentions
and I’ve got none of those hanging around
I grew up into what I am now
half humiliated, half proud of the men that I have known myself in

take me back into a dream
where everything is still the same but just a little different
it’s just me and your mother
and your father
and your father’s father but we’re under water
we are swiming in their favorite daughter

I am mercilessly bound-
it is my destiny to drown in you
there’s nothing I can do

I stand unknown among the stones
They write their poems in me like lines I barely can recall from all those

Postcards from the women I’ve known
August, September and on
through seasons that have come and gone
I keep on watching and waiting
and I’m too old to be innocent now
I’m too sick of myself to be proud
You are, maybe, the only way out of myself that I’ve found