Time Passes

by Gabriel Drozdov

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"Time Passes" is my first album but shorter and different. I tried to make it better, but I really mostly made it shorter and different.

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released August 31, 2016

Calligraphy by Maddie Ulevich.

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Gabriel Drozdov New York, New York

A composer for piano, as well as a singer.

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Track Name: To Home
To home I was an outside, just an influence
Was right when I sought the market
For once, I was a little sad

Who knows that it’s clouded in madness—
With the world that made this kid?
Maybe not, maybe forgiveness
Confused and burdened by a dad

I’m not used to being relaxed
Or having so much free time on my hands
I can’t fit into a neat little language, oh no—
Couldn’t you just take me home?

All these lives I thought I was someone else
Never once was I myself
Come to me, give me a chance to do something with my life
I promise that I’ll make it right this time

Give me a sign, I need some relief
I have no idea why I’m feeling down
I’m slowly dying, and all my friends do is aggravate
Still no one can see what’s in my head

To question what’s real is an impossible
For we must realize irrationality can control
Harmony is only an old soul
To home, I headed late that day

I’m a creature, deep inside
Wearing what I gave myself in a past life
I know that I’ve been away for a long time
But I still love you, and I’ve really tried

All these lives I thought I was someone else
Never once was I myself
Come to me, give me a chance to do something with my life
I promise that I’ll make it right this time
Track Name: In a Cloud
I have been as ass again
A silent wall in a sulking land
You put on me an established way—
A dream or place in someone’s state
With a walk, I can’t see the breaks

Within a wind or twist ahead
A naked way on older paths
Do I have rights, can I feel a pinch?
Has she something warm that I can move in?
With this friend, I can see within a cloud

What does this mean to me?
How many times can I fall down
And forget where I started out?

Someday they’ll see a thought, a way, a lone aloft
Which path fits my mind?
Who has read the art on the radio’s time?

For a while, contracting a disease
Inside a hiding point under the sea
On a tombstone, I read out loud,
“Is anybody watching me?”

Maybe not my dear, maybe you have friends
But I wouldn’t know what happens at your end
I do feel this thing that you call love

Connecting takes some time, persistence is the key
There is no relation between a rock and the sea
I envy what happiness you must know within a cloud

Why do I get up?
How many times must we interact
Until we can consider ourselves as facts?

Whatever you may feel, I’ve always felt inside
But just as you throw it out, I find it best to hide

For a while, contracting a disease
But I’m secure throughout history
A bit of paper that says it’s my relief
Still I can’t see who’s following me

In a cloud, in a cloud—
Track Name: Maryland
Who’s there to watch the house when I’m gone?
Who’s there to beckon me with sleep?
I’m here abiding by the hour
Until we next meet

I’m here to mollify my voice
I swear that I’ve come undone
I swear to what required visions
Yes, rid of sun

I am not content with my heart

I need to compensate the seconds
I need the minutes to agree
I will the hour over, instant
I love you, we’ll see

I want you, I want you, I want you
I know you want me

I am not content with my heart—
Track Name: As It Is Seen (Censored)
Sss... with a sibling, deep inside
Lust, absent loving, all nullified
Window to watchers, house of thirst
And the writer’s mind only makes it worse

That’s what we’ve written
That’s what we’ve seen
A planted division from audience to screen

That’s what we’ve ought to
That’s what we need
A loving devotion to what’s obscene
If you think it for me, then I stay clean

Faraway, faraway
Ffff... me on the carpet and then ...s on my face
Still no one knows of what I am or what I mean
I’m a little hung-over from these friendly things
That breathe in my secrets to keep fresh the taste
That, if I were decent, I’d happily forsake
But as I am drooling, my head bids, “Partake—”

I’m excited for this new thing!
Don’t you think it’ll be great?
Track Name: Mouse
How could I leave the house?
All the others have gone out
No puppeteer, my limbs won’t bend
I need that friend

Out, out—

Why should I leave the house?
Never bothered to go out
My puppeteer, my nimble friend
Do walls end?

How far from the window do you cross?
And is it hot?
How far until the world stops?

I’ll step outside the house
My movements walk about
The sun shocks me, the roads winding
And I’ll travel

Here, now is a sound
A cold tweet-tweet
O, how sweet
So far from home
Am I alone?

Why did I leave the house?
I have wandered too far out
Who might erase me
Who might send me off—
Am I in trouble?

I have no ideas
I’m not even here—

I can’t wait to be dead
Track Name: Forever
She says:
It’s reasonable to wait here,
Don’t delegate me against my fears
I’m just a lucky one
There’s the others, maybe hundreds, maybe thousands
I don’t know
What were we talking about?
No, not me—
For you I’m crazy, to make me happy earnestly

No words of mine can shorten the time

She says:
It’s reasonable to wait here,
Don’t concentrate, you’ll push forth tears
We’re not the only ones
There’s a distance that follows love
Please, stay here—
The words feel near
Your love is clear
And I can wait

Remember, remember—
Forever, forever—

Remember, remember
Please don’t forget me
Please don’t forget me.
Track Name: O, Isn't It Wonderful?
Novels chronicle burdens, plot holes, and
Timelines distort direct transport, but
Countdowns, number lines, move back in time
Quarries come alive and get well, revive, then
Fathers, mothers, older now, resign, as
Brothers, distant, stay their lives.

These fragments, heartaches, astound my eyes
I reason, I reason, I lyricize the light

Those mentors passed on far too slow
The safety netting will cut my throat
Who can reason with an asshole?
Just pass on, keep on, move on; go

I am childish as never before
Alluding to conflicts that I restore
I word it, cryptic, with a chord
The method I use to stay secure

O, reason, reason, show them light
The audience has waited so polite
Exclaim the name of our piece tonight!

O, isn’t it wonderful?
Track Name: A Low-Hung Head
We are heading out before the storm
And she is giving out her vitals like a whore
This girl is so sure that she’s willing to pull it out
But her body likes to keep itself warm

I can’t assume anything about you, but if I sat still and paid attention
I might learn something new
These pretty colors and your soft sweet voice produce such a sense of something
I can’t withstand my cries

But now I don’t know why and I don’t know how to make myself take form
Or write lines to keep myself in shape
These standard walls are attracting dust and there is no time to fix them
And these laws could never exist

I’ll play my part

I can’t wait, can’t shake off this dreaded feel
Trapped by the reason of a rational man in an irrational world
riverrun on the killer’s side, he’s hatching a plan, he’s marking a map
But I’ll never be scared for my life

I don’t know why they tried to teach you
It’s a sorry face, a sorry face
And I don’t know why they lied so often
You have stains running down you cheeks
To your pretty smile, to your hungry mouth
Whose tongue is often told to please

Please make sense of distant days that travel on and on and on and on
We finally found peace inside, no longer caught but petrified
Who knew we talk so fast and fuck so much, but not outlast
We can’t be left alone

I’ll play my part

I’m on stolen ground, I’m on stolen ground
I’m on stolen ground—

This is my submission, as they say
So who says I’m all in my low-hung head?
How would they know?
Track Name: Time Passes
Heathen or saint, bridging and crossing
Even as I sleep, torment and lock my dreams
I heed and follow, they speak forward and backward—

O, the mousy girl, she screams violence, violence
Yet I never knew her, my eyes lied; unseen
O, the days are forth and back as I have remained
Yet I must die truly, I’ll beg someday
O, godless creatures spitting reason, pouting powerless
Yet I am a monster; I need, I rape

And, could you foster any torture, any laughter
Then I will commend you, exalt your name

Who, among us, can persist beyond us?
Beyond the mild complaint—
And who, beyond us, can send back a message?
That corpses and lovers are same—

I beg the witness to come home
Time passes, I grow old

God dances—
God dances—
Track Name: A Low-Hung Head (Bonus Track)
We are heading out before the storm
And she is giving out her vitals like a whore
This girl is so sure that she’s willing to pull it out
But her body likes to keep itself warm

I can’t assume anything about you, but if I sat still and paid attention
I might learn something new
These pretty colors and your soft sweet voice produce such a sense of something
I can’t withstand my cries

But now I don’t know why and I don’t know how to make myself take form
Or write lines to keep myself in shape
These standard walls are attracting dust and there is no time to fix them
And these laws could never exist

I’ll play my part

I can’t wait, can’t shake off this dreaded feel
Trapped by the reason of a rational man in an irrational world
riverrun on the killer’s side, he’s hatching a plan, he’s marking a map
But I’ll never be scared for my life

I don’t know why they tried to teach you
It’s a sorry face, a sorry face
And I don’t know why they lied so often
You have stains running down you cheeks
To your pretty smile, to your hungry mouth
Whose tongue is often told to please

Please make sense of distant days that travel on and on and on and on
We finally found peace inside, no longer caught but petrified
Who knew we talk so fast and fuck so much, but not outlast
We can’t be left alone

I’ll play my part

I’m on stolen ground, I’m on stolen ground
I’m on stolen ground—

This is my submission, as they say
So who says I’m all in my low-hung head?
How would they know?

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