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The Beginning of the End
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For the most part, you're past that point, that breaking point of you may die. What would you say hasn't changed?
I feel like back then, my life was over.
What do you mean by that?
I felt like discomfort and pain equaled my life was over.
But I feel like now it's just kind of part of the story.
Like it's just life.
Life. Life hurts and life sucks and life is hard.
Maybe not for everyone, but for some people it is.
Whether it be physical suffering, or emotional suffering, or the death of a loved one
Or the hurt of someone else, you know...
I think that's just life.
I think life...
I think a lot of people shy away from pain in general.
And I think they disconnect from others who are in pain
Because they don't want to face it, they don't want to acknowledge it or deal with it.
But I think the reality is in this life, death exists, and physical pain exists, and mental anguish exists.
And they're all things that I've experienced, and will always kind of experience
To some degree.
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Shockwave
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In death, there'll always be a sacrifice
You think you want relief, but what you need is life
Miles and miles of water down below
But home, home is where you need to go.
And now, you're on the edge
One step will be a never-ending shockwave
You feel there's nothing left
Reach out and take ahold of my hand
Your thoughts are thoughts and all they'll ever be
Don't let the demons live, don't set them free
And now, you're on the edge
One step will be a never-ending shockwave
You feel there's nothing left
Reach out and take ahold of my hand
My hand
My hand
My hand
My hand
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Rose Water
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Here you are, food and water
Here you are, still asleep, still lost
From afar, you may seem to function
But oh, your wire's cut
And oh, your charge is gone
Taking shots just to think clearly
Iodine staining all the wounds of your body
And it's killing me
Your whole life's been nothing but rose water
Wiping dirt off the center of the universe
And I know it hurts
'Cause there's only so much time
Before time itself runs out
But there's still some time to live this life
You may fear an endless battle
You will bleed
But in the end, in the end at least you'll run
'Cause there's so much more than constant slumber
The morning comes
The light, oh the light begins to dawn
Taking shots just to think clearly
Iodine staining all the wounds of your body
And it's killing me
Your whole life's been nothing but rose water
Wiping dirt off the center of the universe
And I know it hurts
'Cause there's only so much time
Before time itself runs out
But there's still some time to live this life
There's still time
There's still time
There's still time
Don't be afraid to suffer, just hold on tight
Don't let your pain become a parasite
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In Good and Bad Times
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Here I am, here I am on my knees again
Regretfully doesn't change the course of history
Even when you need nothing more than charity
Still I turn the other way
Oh, I turn the other way
Still I stand, still a poison meets us at the end
'Cause what I think is so distant from reality
Wrongfully, I take control of what I think you need
And I turn the other way
Oh, I turn the other way
And I know that the choices I make
Always end with a price left to pay
And I know that I just need to stop
But I'm tied up
Not sure what's right or wrong
Looking back, a hundred times I thought of nothing more
Than of myself, did away with everything you felt
I deserve every bit of every hurtful word
Don't feel bad for what you've said
Don't feel bad for what you've said
'Cause I know that when promises break
It tears a hole in the home that we made
And I know that I just need to stop
But I'm tied up
When every single time I lose all sense of judgment
Lose control and end up causing
Dissolution, caught between us
Force me back into my calling
In good and bad times
In good and bad times
In good and bad times
I will love and honor you
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
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Dusk at Dawn
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The first memory I have of my father is laying on his chest
I listened to the beat of his heart while the blue light coming from TV
Flickered off the walls and glass photo frames, hanging in the night-fallen living room
The second is eating pancakes early in the frosty morning before school
Him coming inside smelling of exhaust fumes and winter chill with half a pencil behind his ear
The top of his hat comically drooping, he placed his polar hands on my back and chuckled as I stiffened
The third is playing catch on a mellow summer evening in our quiet neighborhood
As he sat on the front porch with a beer and newspaper
Coaching me on football tactics with a contented grin on his face
The fourth is cleaning out his work truck
Earning my first dollars and having a taste of how the world goes round
Many images and audibles flood in between
Shimmering sapphire
A rolling inlet
The whir of a truck
The musty smell of old plumbing parts
Tootsie
Weathered hands tying a knot
The splash of a fish
A raggedy baseball cap
A pat on the back
Eggs and bacon for breakfast
I worked alongside of him opening and closing cottages every spring and fall
Usually getting annoyed by his unceasing sprightliness
Nosy talk with the smoky cashier at the time-worn gas station in Good Hart
And boundless trust he placed in my capabilities
Despite very little knowledge and direction
Despite army crawling straight into my claustrophobia
Underneath houses
Over rusty nails, spiders, and corpses of mice
While exposing my back to sizzling pipes
Hovering threateningly above
I held dear every second of it
Because I was with my dad
I was helping my dad
Every June through September
I looked forward to going to our favorite fishing cove at The Cabin
With the peculiar name of Gut Port
Where he taught my husband how to cast a line
Just as he had taught me as a kid
He had plenty of quirks
One of them was playing exactly two songs by Johnny Cash on his battered phone
As we hiked on the gravelly trail to reach the sheltered bay
Timing the duration perfectly so the second song ended just as we had arrived
Much to his satisfaction
Going fishing with dad at our special location
Deep in the cedar woods full of northern wildlife
Was my all-time favorite activity
Little did I know that this summer would be dreadfully different
And that the one place I found such beauty, joy, and serenity
Would now bring unspeakable sorrow from the depths of my heart
"Dad's gone. He's gone."
I felt the blood drain from my head, and what seemed like my soul, at the sound of my brother sobbing over the phone
Everything became incoherent, as I knelt onto the cold garage floor
Heart racing
Heart sinking
Mind breaking
I wake up every morning to an inescapable nightmare
I put on my crown of thorns
Hoist up my cross
And carry it to the daily beatings
Having felt like I've been kicked in the stomach 300 times
I attempt to do the most menial of tasks
But the 300 kicks turn into 300 pounds
Weighing heavily on all of my bones
I remain awake until early morning
Because when I close my eyes, I see myself as a girl
Standing before her father with the noose around his neck
Screaming,
"Dad! Dad! Why won't you come down?"
My brain grapples at a way to undo the already-did.
It struggles to think of a strategy to reverse time
To make the fragments of my imagination real
Or meet him in another dimension
As if they are now obtainable possibilities
It fights to find him
To go to him
To help him
I walk down old country roads and gaze at the meadowy sea of rippling green
Dappled with maroon and ivory
Swaying in the breeze with the large maple leaves waving
Suddenly, I am riding shotgun in his unkempt work truck on a dreamy July evening
Crickets chirping in bursts as we drive by with the windows down
Allowing the sweet smell of freshly-harvested hay waft in
We are coming home from The Cabin
Or getting wood
Or checking out the ponds
Or maybe just taking a drive
I snap myself back into a world gone cold
Walking alone in the future aimlessly stupefied
Questioning the very foundation of existence
Lost in what went wrong
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Hurt
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I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
What have I become
My sweetest friend?
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
What have I become
My sweetest friend?
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I will keep myself
I would find a way
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Always Love
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Darling, what did you say?
Do you want to go out
Or do you want to stay?
Darling, why does it hurt to pray?
I can't figure out what you're feeling
Darling, when will this end?
I wish I had more answers
I wish it were pretend
Darling, keep holding tight
'Cause there's not much I can do for you
Except love
Always love
Even when the sun goes down
When you're on the ground and hurting
I will love
Always love
Even in the worst of times
When it feels like there's no light
I will love
Always love
Even when it breaks you down
When you're on your knees from fighting
I will love
Always love
I will love
Always love
I will love
Always love
Even when the clouds cover the sky
When there's darkness every night
The sun will always be there, burning bright
There's still a chance to see some light
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Tony Manfredonia Petoskey, Michigan
Tony Manfredonia, the Michigan-based composer and singer-songwriter, creates captivating and emotionally charged music. With
his symphonic, cinematic, and dynamic sound, he takes listeners on a passionate journey.
From symphonic rock albums to pop-piano ballads, and from instrumental suites to video game soundtracks, his genre-bending orchestral expertise shine through in everything he creates.
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