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A Brighter Light

from A Brighter Light by Brook Pridemore

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The sun goes down on Macon, turns your red hair slightly gold
We brace ourselves together, to embrace the bracing cold
Having gotten used to January, since the big man put the frost on hold

Moonlight on your face is like a stolen compact disc
You pressed into my pocket to employ my rule of wrist
Seems I've jumped the gun again, I'm running, even though the band don't give a riff.

I have put your picture in a brighter light than you could ever hope to crown
Much like Kokomo is just another stained-blue collar Indiana town

D train out to Coney Island, or where it used to be
The brand-new bastard skyline is like a water sale to me
Where'm I gonna sleep when my home had been turned from liquid to liquidity

2 train up to Harlem, our bodega had been burned down
They're mining for a diamond, I was born to hate this town
Like zirconium could ever fool the dull, the rich, the few, the vain, the proud

I have put your picture in a brighter light than you could ever hope to crown
much like Kokomo is just another stained-blue collar Indiana town

Santa Fe, New Mexico, I saw him in a dream
Alive atop a flaming pile of tires
"You've been dead two years," I said.
"I never died," said he.
And I laughed, I can always tell a liar.

We never got to Macon, but the salt was in the air.
And something on your faces told me that no one really cared.

Ether spares the microphone, and Robin is at the door.
And I fold my arms and say that I don't love you anymore.
There's a time and place for lying, and that's lying cold and broken on the floor.

I made the same mistake again by putting faith in dreams, they always let me down.
I've got one head on my shoulders in the clouds and two feet planted on the ground.
Oh, but then New York City feels like it's alive with light, at least when you're around.
Much like Kokomo is just another stained-blue collar Indiana town.

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from A Brighter Light, released March 17, 2009

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