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1.
Look me in the face when I talk to you. Look into my eyes. I've got so many feelings to relate. I will compromise. You show me yours and I will show you my history and dreams. I know you've got some of the same ideas. Lay them out with mine. Compromise. Compromise. Compromise. Women like Sheryl Crow look for stronger men. Can I be your man? I'd audition wearing a turtleneck and a red beret. Look at trees while wind blows over them. Take my hand in yours. This dream is becoming our history. Take me back indoors. No surprise. No surprise. No surprise.
2.
I rented a bike to ride to your house in a city that I'd never been before. The signs were all written in 8 other languages that I couldn't understand. There was a cathedral with cool architecture that let me know I was close. The scenery turned more green as I finally reached your neighborhood. The field behind your house was so quiet I thought I had lost my hearing. Our feet pushed through the fog late that night you took me to the private bench. And there was a park where some people ran and we sat for a while. We kissed until you had to go to your job and I went to play a gig. On the day I left, you said to me sweetly: "I am going to miss you." My two friends and your brother walked in front of us. We all waited on the platform to meet the train. I took a few pictures with my Dad's old camera. Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi. Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye. Hi, hi. Bye, bye. I received your letters at my mom's house outside the city limits. I wrote you back but tried not to write too much because I felt emotional. My heart spilled into songs when I realized that I could neither swim or nor fly. Now, these days I think about traveling through space and time but mostly time. Painting was never my forte but I learned to make it up just the same. Asking questions at the start of a journey makes it hard for me to find memories in color and sometimes black and white... Can you still see me in your mind? Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi. Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye. Hi, hi. Bye, bye.
3.
Love is not thinking about itself. Love is loving itself. Love is not on the way to you. Love is here.

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released March 19, 2012

_all songs written, performed and produced
by Nicholas M. Jenkins / Spring 2012
at Commercials (Portable) Home Studios / Brooklyn, NY

_various sounds sampled from:::
"Samples, Volumes 1-6"

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(c) Chateau De Meowmeow Rock Music, BMI

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Mr. Jenkins Albuquerque, New Mexico

Nic Jenkins
is an artist, collaborator, musician, and producer; originally from South Carolina, currently residing in
New Mexico. Also known as: infinitikiss.

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