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Patterns
02:25
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Patterns
--Tony Pucci - July 6 & 7, 2006 and April 10, 2013
The world means so much to me
You mean the world to me
Electric sensibilities
Molten in these city streets
This moment means so much to me
You are this moment to me
Night times die in fierce decay
Never dawn, but echoing
We pattern every footfall
by how we fell before
The burdens that we shoulder
are the ones that we adore
This world now is vanishing
You are the world to me
Pens, guitars, movie stars
falling mute, state of awe
We pattern every statement
on what we said before
The temples that we cherish
are the ones we can't afford
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Her Smiles Came Silently
03:28
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Her Smiles Came Silently
--June 26, 2013
That’s what it was.
That, and a “then”.
Too sudden to believe.
Too real to pretend.
Arising from the blind spot
down below where I stood.
Embracing from the jump off
directly, due to I could.
Passion grows dark
buried beneath.
Too heavy for shelter.
Too anxious for grief.
I motion from the hurting,
opposed to all that I claim.
forgotten by the bleeding
flowing from my scarred veins.
This is amazing.
This is the beat.
A captured miracle.
A growing belief.
Beloved as wonder,
joyous as tears,
her smiles came silently,
her passion grew fierce.
Unsettled, all this pretense,
could it be cast aside
simply by your presence
suddenly here by my side?
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Gathered
03:20
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Gathered
Tony Pucci - November 19, 2009
I leave the phone alone, forgotten
I leave the moment lifeless at the door
I leave the phantoms underground
I leave the motion to those who breathe
How many daily, soft celebrations
will explode over landscapes
unheard and forgotten?
How many daily, soft celebrations
will simply implode?
I have the reason for obsession
I have the moments I long to repeat
I have the methods of persuasion
I have the madness to dream
How many daily, soft celebrations
will explode over landscapes
unheard and forgotten?
How many daily, soft celebrations
will simply implode?
I write you letters in the evening
I write you impressions from inside
Gathered wandering, gathered longingly
Looking silently, the collection never complete
How often captured is your eye,
Mapping the laughter and your fierce desire?
How often captured is your eye,
unburdened and at rest?
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Patriarch (demo version)
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Tony Pucci Rochester, Minnesota
Tony Pucci is one of those artsy guys. You know, he thinks and acts like he’s a poet, a musician, a songwriter, and an empathetic observer of life.It’s true, he can’t help himself; it’s often how he interprets the world. How else do you explain 130 CDs (and counting), as well as a few poetry books? Tony's music is dreamy and melancholic, yet sweet, featuring layers of guitar. Check it out! ... more
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