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    Damn. If this song I’m writing right now doesn’t get me laid, nothing will. Gonna post in a bit.

    Was I right? Anyone moved to love me? I’m a pretty good kisser, but I’m sure you could make me better.

    Posting for anon, whose love may venture off to war soon. Free downloads of this song are here (just enter $0 as the price). Enjoy, friends. Much love. — Kavalier Calm

         I’m Never Letting Go

    On the day you left, you swore to come back.
    You said the thought of my face would see you through.
    Since you’ve been gone, I’ve cried one million tears,
    one for each of my fears.

    I know you had to leave
    for love of country,
    but when I get you back in my arms,
    I’m never letting go.

    I write to you each night to feel like you’re near;
    phone calls and your voice are too rare.
    Since you’ve been gone, I’ve sighed one million sighs,
    one for each time I wondered why.
    CHORUS

    I know the time apart is hard on our hearts,
    but it will make us stronger in the end.
    Is it the end?
    CHORUS

    Lost sock

    You’re like a sock lost in the dryer.
    I know I put you in there (my heart),
    but suddenly you’re gone.
    How did you just disappear?
    Where did you go?
    If you don’t plan to come back,
    will you at least come claim
    the match to your pair (my memories of you)?
    Having just one is a constant, painful reminder
    of the one I lost.

    She can run away from him,
    but not the memories of what he’s done.
    So you need to be her sanctuary,
    a new home where she can hide with her nightmares
    and cry and shake the terror out in safety.
    And one day—after she’s had time to heal—you can tell her,
    “You are the ghost that haunts this house,
    and it’s time to come back to life.”

    You: Maybe we're not fated to be together.
    Me: Maybe.
    You: ...
    Me: But maybe I make my own choices. Maybe I don't give a shit about fate.

         You Are My Night Sky

    Your black as coal hair falls across your face,
    and I feel lost in your space.
    Your smile brings the darkness light;
    yours is the only sun in sight.
    You are my night sky.
    I make wishes upon the shooting stars in your eyes.
    I wish you’ll stay right by my side.

    Remember when I didn’t love you with every ounce of my being? Me either.

    Wrote a song tonight that playfully discusses the heart-racing nature of love in very scientific terms. If you like what you hear, please subscribe to my channel. There’ll be much more, and if you send in a request, my next song might be for you! — Kavalier

         My Cardiac Muscle 

    You make my cardiac muscle pump blood through my vascular system really quickly. 
    I am so into you I’m panicking; I feel fragile and stickly. 
    I don’t know if I can handle all this oxygen in my hemoglobin. 
    I’m feeling high on endorphins; my neuropeptides are exploding, and I feel fine in their buzz. 
    But I’m afraid a crash is coming when my body can’t take anymore of your drug. 
    CHORUS

    See, this is why I take song requests. I was about to go to bed, then some lovely anon dropped this on me, and I decided to write a song in less than 30 minutes (and took 26). And just like that, I may have a new favorite song. I need to add another verse and a solo, but the concept of this song is so beautiful. Sorry the recording is bad; I had to use my iPhone because I’m not near my 8-track. I think I’ll make a video of my playing this and post it next week. Thanks again for inspiring me, lonely girls. Much love. — Kavalier

         Lonely Girls

    This one goes out to the girl
    no one would write for,
    the girl who gets left behind
    before she leaves her door.
    The life of the muse
    just isn’t for them;
    they’ll never be the focus
    of an artist’s whim.
    But I know their pain;
    my life is the same.
    So I’m here to say:
    Lonely girls, this is my
    song for you.
    And I know
    it may not do,
    but never say never.
    Some prince is on his way.
    This song for you is proof
    that love awaits.

    Three years into writing hundreds of poems and songs for other people, and asking for nothing in return, I’ve decided to ask for something back. I’m at a financial crossroads in my personal life. If I’m going to keep making music, it has to start bringing in income. I hate this, but it’s just true. I’m not going to ask anyone to buy any of my music; but if you would stream my songs on Spotify (even if you just have them playing on repeat when you aren’t in the room), I’ll earn some money. Enough to help my next big musical project and keep my dream alive—my dream of writing for other people. People like all of you. I promise to be eternally grateful, but I also promise this: If you send me a message and tell me you’ve been streaming my songs—and you tell me who you’ve shared them with and how (reblog, Facebook, etc.)—I promise to write something for you. Tell me a story from your life, tell me about yourself, and I will burn a small sliver of my heart as fuel to create for you. I promise. I’m asking you fans out there to be my musical champions, but I don’t expect you to do it for nothing. Thanks for considering. I look forward to your messages coming in. Much, much love. — Kavalier Calm, The People’s Bard

    (Source: crowdsourceinspiration, via crowdsourceinspiration)

    Three years into writing hundreds of poems and songs for other people, and asking for nothing in return, I’ve decided to ask for something back. I’m at a financial crossroads in my personal life. If I’m going to keep making music, it has to start bringing in income. I hate this, but it’s just true. I’m not going to ask anyone to buy any of my music; but if you would stream my songs on Spotify (even if you just have them playing on repeat when you aren’t in the room), I’ll earn some money. Enough to help my next big musical project and keep my dream alive—my dream of writing for other people. People like all of you. I promise to be eternally grateful, but I also promise this: If you send me a message and tell me you’ve been streaming my songs—and you tell me who you’ve shared them with and how (reblog, Facebook, etc.)—I promise to write something for you. Tell me a story from your life, tell me about yourself, and I will burn a small sliver of my heart as fuel to create for you. I promise. I’m asking you fans out there to be my musical champions, but I don’t expect you to do it for nothing. Thanks for considering. I look forward to your messages coming in. Much, much love. — Kavalier Calm, The People’s Bard

    (Source: crowdsourceinspiration, via crowdsourceinspiration)

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