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allone (usa) - homesick is where the heart is lyrics
i’m home sick but needed to move out
all alone in the streets of this new town
on a road trip, try teaching it to crowds
the things that i grew, sprouted
since leaving my root’s grounds
my roots my throne and place
my roost, my home estate
is blue as ever, though its almost gray
a poet’d claim it’s a moping complaining
man whose bones would quake
when the weakest wind would blow its frame
adjacent to the school we used to go and skate
or when was cold we’d play with snowy caves or
sneak into the sump’s slopes to sleigh
something spellbinding experienced in them slower days
but oddly newfield is starting to feel old and plain
after jericho my folks only waited two grades
to nomad stray mobile and stake tents down
3 rooms just won’t contain six now
smithtown was unknown and strange
i was stubborn, seldom a social strain
unapproachable homesick for selden, strode and slaved
to visit it sit with my kin since i felt solely safe
after i awoke and gained friends, sold insane fl!cks
returned in ’08, to live with old neighbors in a low-rate
donated crib, off the philanthropy and love of loretta and my homie greg
that’s family enough, indefinitely i owe you thanks
after two years, in my chosen quaint abode and base
i shed that shed, for a higher calling that phoned my brain
off the rolodex of notes i’d take in between working
that fast food p-ss through window and late night
strolls that glowed with brake lights noses cloaked in fragrant
smoke and spray cans when i’d gaze as roamer stained a davinci coding glaze
over the gross mundane chicken scratch on bricks with tats
from toys who gloated game but know no grace
an era, i mostly crave, i’ve groaning crazed
sinking shrinking feelings but also growing pains
i know the saying “nothing gold can stay” this felt this potent sagely
quote retained the woeful dates the ghosts of greats like poppy and dano’s
souls were towed away, at last: it abated shoulder’s weight i took it to motivate
so i hit the blotched road that’s way overdue for coat of paint
and repair of those potholes like graves that pockmark its broken face
to go and make a show out of my boldest traits
with what i wrote on page printed, when i flow on stage spitting
in hopes to change listeners and bestow the same wisdom
i’m home sick but needed to move out
all alone in the streets of this new town
on a road trip, try teaching it to crowds
the things that i grew, sprouted
since leaving my root’s grounds
to be honest and admit it, i’d rather pay homage than a visit
to the stomping grounds i lived in, as its odd all of the differences
the altering businesses, in the faltering flimsy strips
the boarded up windows split from the mom-n-pop’s withering
the nostalgia i get hit with, as my childhood’s reminisced
call it a haunt with conviction, with all the horror considered when
seeing the hollow eyed filthy kids, who are clawing to fill a fix
the mauling of innocence, shredded to shriveled bits of festering filaments
no belonging’s felt in the midst of this just nauseousness from homesickness
when i’m taking stock of things altered on my old property
frustrated feelin’ like a foreign freak
now i talk on beats recording these philosophies intensified
all with the oddest feeling of destiny to represent these times
with a legacy i intend to write in songs to feed my obsolete
friends a sense of pride. despite that when i get to see them
it’s never what i’d expect to find
all listeners by the stereo can picture this scenario:
suddenly i get to bump
into someone i haven’t seen in 7 months
spend a couple minutes catching up
some retrospective chuckles on
how our friendship was
talk about what severed us
exchange cell numbers
it’s never mentioned but
i knew he blew off my message once
we swear we’ll change our ways
after we take our separate ones
well its another several months
the phone’s yet to buzz
i guess i should expect as much
in these situations it rarely ever does
so my sincerest respect and love
to all of those who’ve kept in touch
i’m home sick but needed to move out
all alone in the streets of this new town
on a road trip, try teaching it to crowds
the things that i grew, sprouted
since leaving my root’s grounds
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