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Lyrics from Harvard

August 12, 2017

Here are some lyrics I wrote at Harvard this summer, about my first time being away from home for more than a few days. I never ended up turning it into a video, but I thought I might as well share them somewhere. :)

Here I am, all alone
For the first time in my life,
I’m kind of on my own

I’ve got freedom and it stings,
I’ve got freedom and it rings
Stings like a bumblebee or lemon juice,
Or little tears of joy
Rings like the reverb of a choir,
An earache or a parakeet toy

I have my microphone and ukulele with me
I have a roommate and it feels so weird to say
I have my hairbrush and a wide range of emotions
And for the next two weeks, I am here to stay

Here I am, in my dorm
I have the number and the key,
And a fan because it’s warm

I’ve got freedom and it’s fine,
I’ve got freedom and it’s divine
Fine like the way your day is going,
Or a little piece of string
Divine like birds lining a tree branch
Or the feeling of a playground swing

I have my microphone and ukulele with me
I have a roommate and it feels so weird to say
I have my hairbrush and a wide range of emotions
And for the next two weeks, I am here to stay

Simultaneously crazy and normal
simultaneously right and strange
Simultaneously casual and formal
Simultaneously in and out of range

I have my microphone and ukulele with me
I have a roommate and it feels so weird to say
I have my hairbrush and a wide range of emotions
And for the next two weeks, I am here to stay

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