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    "Moved On [with extended intro]"genre: Americana
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    The first release from the upcoming "Hand Gestures & Sarcasm" album, this song has words and some guitar playing in it.
    CD: Hand Gestures & Sarcasm
    Credits: Evelyn is the Les Paul Standard making her recording debut here

    Lyrics
    The anticipation of doomed-to-hear words
    Has somehow prepared me, confirmed, and assured
    Such expected conclusions the sharp quills have drawn.
    And so, sure enough, speculation's spot-on.

    But where is the rage, and the jealous response,
    Or any concern that my heart really wants
    To experience; feelings that leave me distraught?
    I knew it would hurt, but it really does not.

    I'm shocked that I'm so numb.
    I could have sworn that I'd be worse at this,
    Too mocked that I've succumb
    Unto my inner, on-call optimist
    Whose house-calls always spilled
    My glasses, halfway filled.

    I walked, not crying, from
    Those milk-spilt puddles. Why did I resist?
    I've chalked it up to some-
    Thing that my pessimism always missed.
    And now that I've been billed,
    I clean up and rebuild.

    With mind still in residence, heart has moved on
    To puddle-free sidewalks and greener-grass lawn.
    As I perch on this fence on the other side's land,
    It's you I am over, but I understand.

    I'm shocked that I'm so numb.
    I could have sworn that I'd be worse at this,
    Too mocked that I've succumb
    Unto my inner, on-call optimist
    Whose house-calls always spilled
    My glasses, halfway filled.

    I walked, not crying, from
    Those milk-spilt puddles. Why did I resist?
    I've chalked it up to some-
    Thing that my pessimism always missed.
    And now that I've been billed,
    I clean up and rebuild.


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