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Manger Song (THE FIRST SONG I EVER WROTE)

from Home​(​ward) Recordings: Songs from 2007 - 2012 by Matthew Squires

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lyrics

It seems you've come a long way.
You say you're looking for your mind.

I tell you that I've missed you
you say, "Oh, what a waste of time."

My eyes, they're wet with wonder
My hands, they're bound. They're bound by string.

Those songs you sang so proudly,
you're telling me now were never free.

And from this Christmas turkey,
I will offer you a bite.
Then I'll ask you very plainly
if you're gonna stay the night.

I'll sleep alone tonight,
mix the soda with the rum.

Then I'll dream about my death,
probably be fucking around
with a loaded gun.

Then I'll remember Christmas Eve
of 1999.
When I stayed up past my bedtime
wonderin' which gifts were mine.

And I could hear my grandpa screaming
through the wall from the other room.

His mind was starting to wander,
as my parents would find out soon.

He said:

"I was handsome, now I'm gray. Give me back my glory days.
I have lost all my hunger. Give me back to my manger."

Well the kids, they laugh so hard,
pretending to smoke cigarettes.

Their breath, it hangs in the air.
And then it just trails behind them
step by step.

And I watch them from my window
as they carol from door to door.
And I wonder how many years it'll take
'til sobriety becomes a bore.

And when I hear my doorbell,
I'll just jump up at the sound.
I'll run over towards my doorway,
where the children, they'll sing so loud.

They'll say:

"Our savior was born this day
with his mother he was laid.

This whole world was cold to him,
so from a cross, he sang his hymn.

And it went like:

'Oh, father, hear my tongue.
Help my brothers see what they've done.

They've been blinded, give them sight,
bathe their bodies in the light.' "

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from Home​(​ward) Recordings: Songs from 2007 - 2012, released March 19, 2013

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Matthew Squires Austin, Texas

I think, all things considered, the songs I write are much more listenable than the songs I don't write.

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