Drewisms

by Drew Mazur

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Aquarius you bear the world upon your shoulders you pick your battles in the dictionary and live for autumn's nostalgia Aquarius life is an airport grand but all you notice is the sovereign hand you fight the fat cats with little rants while this election's mail degrades into earth do you wish to be a ghost? do you value what you miss most? oh dear, look what you've done you've made your mother cry Aquarius you bear the world upon your shoulders you find your lover in the dictionary your Mary quite uncaring in February snow do you wish to be a ghost? do you value what you miss most? oh dear, look what you've done you've made your lover cry put your mind through an autoclave credits
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driving down the highway, wondering if I’d see you somewhere passing by the shades of black skidded tires show themselves as I put these fears aside taking chances: I can’t take any chances with the sounds I hear wish I could say I’m sorry for the news I gave which hurt us this year I queried if you’d say that every thought I had was a mistake I have no need for the fancy colors schemes of fall if you’re not there they tell me there’s a law that I must cut the ties for good, but I don’t care the trees speak peace that the monarchy of everyday life takes away they ask, “where are you going? where have you traveled, today?” and they’re all alike, but as for me, I’m not one to steal your life so easily driving towards the city, wondering if this drive is just a waste of Saturday if I see you somewhere along the way, that’s nice, but I know we’re done, anyway
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spring Carnegie Hall Ave Maria and Rachmaninoff treks through Central Park under the guard of angels as row boats send their regards I never saw the cherry blossoms fall but we’ve roamed the High Line along Chelsea and now it’s our waltz on the mosaic our love was planted in Strawberry Fields cherry blossom, fall into my hand memories constructed with candle wax which flame will last? which will hold us past the droplets of rain, like kisses of acid? this effulgence is placid and infinite now cherry blossom, fall into my hand
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first world problems all I see walking past the ivy made of silky ivory taste the perfume from the air the only real identity we wear and it ripped so fast hanging our hearts from the garment racks but we’re made of it, I guess every phony fabric in which we dress be a bird on a wire if you like or just swim in the gutter with the sharks as long as it comes in a shopping bag or from a credit card and it ripped so fast hanging our hearts from the garment racks but we’re made of it, I guess every phony fabric in which we dress will you wear it for your lover this cotton picked in summer? the receipts in fall they grow awfully long will you wear it in love? will you wear it in hate until your loved ones can’t relate? will you shed it too late?
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I could sit and watch you here all day study the sciences of you until it shows why you insist on a wiser way to die a crooked heart will appear much content but hold it under an MRI and you will see it’s hiding beneath what it would rather be and we’re all crazy sometimes so don’t you mind all the little things in your life don’t you hold it in when you should let the next chapter begin can you release all the fear inside? I know you’re thinking about the times he damaged you so don’t give in why don’t you just try letting me in? and we all want pain sometimes so don’t you mind all the little things in your life don’t you hold it in when you should let the Allemande begin and we’re all crazy sometimes so don’t you mind all the little things in your life don’t you hold it in when you should let the rapture begin let it all sink in let the monologue begin let the dissonance fall where it wants to resolve let the darkness take you in so you’ll come out anima, skinned and the tempest makes way it will work out someday....
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teach me how to break the mold of an elder man in a younger role “you’re better than this” you said, which I dismissed Foreshadowed is tomorrow’s sun which I delayed with cola and rum punch-drunk with shame I reached down and touched the earth, where I paid homage to her pain. but I used that pain for fame, thrust my other friends away, took a drag from her smoke. in the fumes of it, I laid an adagio for stings a child prays for a friend on his knees lo and behold, the looking-glass bowl with the candlelit soul he perceives must have been an impuissant soul on my birthday, 22 years old siphoned rashness into my veins pictured her there, hospital gowned eternally woken, tattered rufous crown head over heels should I take the tonsure now that she’s gone for good? I know what you would say, “thieve just without the take. take those idols off your walls; they only decorate your shame” a sad scene bleeds true, when she pushes me away, it pushes me from you maybe that’s why decent men lose? so before I lie see if she took someone strange tonight. she was born to be brave, and I was born to remain with an indebted heart that behaves
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there is no astral shine from a makeshift prison cell grandchild of hikikomori, just as naïve as before you shelter me from yourself, a mourner who’s living out their final days I know it seems backhanded advice, since our histories say otherwise, but I don’t need a warden to choose what our amity is drifting towards. I know shackles grind to the bone in a blood-red halo I’ve been cut off from you, the drug overdosed on one December. we both speak of the past as if it defines who we are now, but it doesn’t. no it won’t you protect me from yourself, a misanthrope departed there is no astral shine
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driving down the highway, wondering if I’d see you somewhere passing by the shades of black skidded tires show themselves as I put these fears aside taking chances: I can’t take any chances with the sounds I hear wish I could say I’m sorry for the news I gave which hurt us this year I queried if you’d say that every thought I had was a mistake I have no need for the fancy colors schemes of fall if you’re not there they tell me there’s a law that I must cut the ties for good, but I don’t care the trees speak peace that the monarchy of everyday life takes away they ask, “where are you going? where have you traveled, today?” and they’re all alike, but as for me, I’m not one to steal your life so easily driving towards the city, wondering if this drive is just a waste of Saturday if I see you somewhere along the way, that’s nice, but I know we’re done, anyway
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Drewisms is the compilation album inspired by Drew's poetry book of the same name. Featuring demos of "Adagio for Stings" and "Just a Waste of Saturday", Drewisms is now available!

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released August 28, 2015

Music and Lyrics by Drew Mazur

Produced and Recorded by Drew Mazur

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Drew Mazur Ridgefield, Connecticut

Drew Mazur is a songwriter, composer and English teacher.

Drew was trained in jazz saxophone, but is also a mostly self-taught pianist. Drew’s music combines a mellow yet angsty personality with his jazz background, melodic indie arrangements and pensive lyrics. He released his first mastered EP, Ennui, in 2017 with the help of co-producer and engineer DTronic. ... more

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