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1. Used To Play2. Gone From The Day
USED TO PLAY (Rick Reil)
©1992 The Grip Weeds

The house is silent and the moon casts a spell into the room
Hope the daylight will come none too soon
I will concede before your charms if promise me no harm
Envelop me within your waiting arms

If I could only see you through, then I would give my self to you
But what I am is held away, in deep recesses used to play
(If I could see the love through you, can’t you see that I would give to you, the way)

We make our way through a back door to a world dark and unsure
and our passion hightens even more
We fall victim to a trance - that the night air does enhance
Can’t resist this gypsy dance

If I could only see you through, then I would give my self to you
But what I am is held away, in deep recesses used to play
(If I could see the love through you, can’t you see that I would give to you, the way)
Darkness takes our eyes away, and our bearings thrown away;
We go down - and release what we could be

Ghost of light that beckons me, lonely travelers both can see hide and shelter from a stormy sea
Back again inside the room the spell has vanished with the moon
Now the daylight has come all to soon

If I could only see you through, then I would give my self to you
But what I am is held away, in deep recesses used to play
(If I could see the love through you, can’t you see that I would give to you, the way)
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GONE FROM THE DAY (Tim Mesko)
© 1992 The Grip Weeds

I seem to wake up dreaming
And it's fine with me

Wave to the convicts
I chat with the talkless
Showing my paintings to the ones who can't see
While the sun's shining
There's no denying
Life's only a pain when you want it to be

Gone from the Day / Gone from the Day
Gone from the Day / Gone from the Day
Gone from the Day

Survive contrive
Wasting 9 to 5
The path of the butterfly has greater degree
Authorize sterilize
All of those red ties
I learn more and listen when I talk to a tree

Gone from the Day / Gone from the Day
Gone from the Day / Gone from the Day
Gone from the Day

The harsh light of the moon
Whatever come what may
An evening afternoon
I'm in a Monet
Gone from the day

Can't help this feeling
The ground is my ceiling
The sky is my pillow
And something's above

I have to confess
The victim's my witness
Some say it's sickness, I call it love

I seem to wake up dreaming
And it's fine with me

Gone from the Day / Gone from the Day
Gone from the Day / Gone from the Day
Gone from the Day

Gone from the Day / Gone from the Day
Gone from the Day / Gone from the Day
Gone from the Day
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HARD TO TAKE (Kurt Reil)
© 1992 The Grip Weeds

is it love that you're looking for
realized to a fault
not enough to know what it stands for
but to know that you've been caught

what you say may not be what you do
especially when there are no words
here today, tomorrow just don't know
to define it would be worse

CHORUS:
can't make it black and white when it's grey
can't face it, your truth is hard to take

don't try to pin it down and shatter the illusion
insight and mind the sound will point the way for you

if it's love that you're looking for
mesmerized by the thought
giving up and never being sure
is the only thing you've got

CHORUS:
can't make it black and white when it's grey
can't face it, your truth is hard to take
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so hard to take
when it's black and white