Paul Bryon Bellamy

Username: Iammyself

From: Conway, SC

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About Me

I have never been in a band, but my two best friends and I used to perform songs at weddings and other get-togethers when I was a teenager. I have been writing song lyrics and poetry since I was a kid, but have never tried to get anything published or recorded. I relish the chance to show my skills here in this forum! Can\\\'t wait until the new colab begins! A little more about my background. I have seen firsthand the ravages of mental illness, and the effect it can have on a family. My mother, may she continue to rest in peace, suffered several nervous breakdowns when I was a kid, and tose episodes stay with me, and deeply impacted my life. I talk aboyt this, as well as other subjects, in a book I co-wrote with my cousin Miguel Bryant entitled: \\\"Brotha2Brotha: Da View from a \\\'Brotha\\\'s\\\' Perspective\\\" published by PublishAmerica in 2008 (now America Star Books.) https://books.google.com/books/about/Brotha2Brotha.html?id=uNGhOAAACAAJ&source=kp_cover&hl=en

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  • Marty Dodson

Marty Dodson commented on Iammyself's lyric:

"This is very interesting! Good work!"

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Lyric by Iammyself:

"It's dyin' just a little when she says I'll see you soon; it's cryin' just a little when he's got to leave the room..."

Marty Dodson commented on Iammyself's lyric:

"This is very interesting! Good work!"

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Lyric by Iammyself:

"It's dyin' just a little when she says I'll see you soon; it's cryin' just a little when he's got to leave the room..."

My Lyrics

Written for:

  • Clay Mills
  • Marty Dodson
  • Kalsey Kulyk
  • Jack Tempchin
  • The Sisterhood
That Denzel movie, ain't one scene that /I can recall without your face

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After Your Laughter
Boomerang
Remember November
That Box in the Loft

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Hard Hearts Soften
You left your favorite album here, I think you did on purpose; I put it on and heard a song that's bitter on the surface...
Knowing whispers, a touch on your spine/a wave electric like a telephone line.
Livin' on the aching promises/you shouted at the time we met/I never can remember what you said but the feelings I can't forget.

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You hear it in every song...you see it in every book...
It's dyin' just a little when she says I'll see you soon; it's cryin' just a little when he's got to leave the room...
Battlin' doubts, and stormy seas...the monsters here are only make-believe
Shushing up the doubts and fears, and when she cries, it's only happy tears
He smiles and greets another day, with a wish in his heart and a song of grace

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She smiles and greets another day, with a wish in her heart of a simpler fate
She looks so peaceful as she dreams, with a sunlit smile, skippin' 'cross a stream...
So I sit and watch her dream, with a sunlit face, she's runnin' 'cross a stream...
So I sit and watch her dream, hopes so big they're bursting at the seams
Remember this when you make a wish/The stars will blaze despite the haze/Like a little kiss, a single wish/Can spark the night, you'll live to fight my friend.
Her strength is this, she makes a wish/She wills it true like we all do...And remember this, her simple wish/Will heal her soul and make her whole.
An open door, your wish is here/and there's no need to hide your fears you see....trust in me.
If pain were gold she'd have a trove/If dreams were sheep she'd count in droves...

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A butterfly, a candy kiss/To think that I could know such bliss as this....make a wish.
Floating by a silver stream/Looking up, she steals a dream...steals a dream.
Well, she maybe doesn't know what lies ahead, but she walks on air and makes a wish instead...
A word, a friend, she counts to ten...she closed her eyes and made a wish again.
She bathes in the warmth of a summer sun, with the scars of a champion
The southernmost wish on the northernmost star in an eastern most place to the westermost heart
If wishes were water I'd swim in the dreams / Of the children and bathe in the light of sunbeams
(2nd part of chorus) You can't cross over if you're burnin' the bridge/But it's all worth it if we learn to forgive
(2nd part of chorus) We all get weary while we're crossing the bridge/But it's all worth it if we learn to forgive

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One light was burned out of that neon sign/It said "orgive" and then I knew the choice that was mine/I could easily take but then just what would I find/Forgiving is the lighted pathway to the divine.
Everybody’s tellin’ me get outta my head/But ain’t nobody tellin’ me how I can live/Ain’t nobody givin’ but takin’ instead/So now I gotta teach myself about how to forgive.
Chorus: It's too late to apologize... it's too laaate... (lol jk)
The haze up ahead and the fog left behind have a magical way of clearing my mind.
Though somewhere to me might be nowhere to you, that sunlight ablaze thru the clouds gets me through.
I'll tame that high road because I am the one to hear out my heart and follow that sun.
Destination: no anger, next stop is no blame/the tears and the folds on my map blur the names
Mountains whiz by scarred forever by streams, their beauty a signal for what this all means.
A satellite beams a ray to my heart/ thru the radio, croons..."time to make a new start"
The world says the journey begins with one step/But here in this moment it's hard to forget.
Anchored on promises, buoyed by prose/Direction and distance on me I suppose...
You live for a time in your soul draining room/while others go on and their lives are resumed

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But nowhere is not where I'm hopin' to be. I long to be whole. I want to be free.
Forgive and forget...forget to forgive/I've only just mastered regret and relive.
...As we spin around, chasing sin around...we can nail our best intentions down.

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(Chorus?) I can't show you how, I can't tell you how, I can only feel and wish you how...

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Part A fits to X then part X fits to T...it all sounds so simple but X I don't see...

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Intention and will buried twenty feet deep, refusing to come up for air nor to speak.
On Friday I might say a word out of turn. By Sunday the vibes of those words start to burn.
Spirit and mind in concert with the heart, may help a good person to make a new start
There's so much light arising in the world/ A light for every boy and girl

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I want to journey inside the childlike innocent eyes...

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Sailing upon hope/ taming a fearsome night
With every beat/a luminous sight
Into the light she flies/ leaving night on the wane/ Hope’s the message we send/ Peace and love will reign/ Or does it rain like sweetness and song/ Lumière du soleil sur ma langue
Into the light she flies/ leaving night on the wane/ Hope’s the message we send/ Peace and love will reign/ Or does it rain like sweetness and song/ Lumière du soleil sur ma langue

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