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The first time you brought me into your home,
it was as if I had just stepped onto the set
of a movie I had seen a hundred times.
As if I had slept here a hundred times.
As if I had grown here.
Maybe it was a premonition, or, maybe,
I was just thinking of you.
Wonder why we're speaking less now?
Nothing said will change what happened.
Home is where I start forgiving.
Forcing myself, changing for you,
Speaking up at every chance to.
Time deciding if I'm crazy.
Time deciding that I'm crazy.
Bad advice from people I love.
Asked to change by people I love.
Time will never wait for me to learn
the way of letting someone go.
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My Bear Cub
03:40
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Taking out the trash, you see a small bear cub.
Where did you come from?
There's only one light on right now.
The sun went down about forty minutes ago.
I don't see you very well.
Where did you come from?
...feel.
There you are.
One too far.
On the run from all we feel.
There you are.
Drift apart.
On the run from all we need.
I know how you feel.
I don't know what to do either.
I'm also standing at the edge of what I know, looking forward, looking out, with confusion about where to go next.
I guess, now that I'm thinking about it, the only thing we can really do is look behind us and think about how we got where we are today.
And hopefully learn something about how to get from where we are now to where we want wanna go.
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They Never Stop
05:23
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You're on your bicycle.
Riding south alone on an open trail with the ocean to your right.
You find a bench on the bluff.
It's been hidden by the massive cypress trees that surround it.
Seated on the edge of the ocean, you watch the waves crash.
They never stop, they have never stopped.
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Just miles from the ocean, a mountain's been changed.
There's a plateau now.
Lines through a tunnel, a rail on the edge.
I'm in the passenger seat, I've never been here before.
You're showing me your new home.
I've never been here before.
Touch my tongue.
Pull my hair.
One more stop.
You've already been here,
But if I had seen the signs, I'd still be crying.
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Liam Hardison Los Angeles, California
Composer, Performer, and Producer.
After growing up in Oakland, I attended Cornish College of
the Arts in Seattle.
I moved to
Los Angeles in 2023.
Artist Portrait by Emma Hardison, my sister.
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