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About 甘 Thomas Kam

Musician and poet 甘 Thomas Kam fuses the lyrical sensibilities of a folk singer/songwriter (Leonard Cohen and Damien Rice) with classical-and jazz-inspired piano (Ludovico Einaudi, Kaith Jarrett), and a twist of Jeff Buckley-like vocals.

The songs below reflect his range of styles from the neo-classical piano and close poetry of "She Has Forgotten Me"   to the expansive prose-poetry and folk guitar of "The Skin Of The Water'.

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BETWEEN THE LINES

 

Count the stars and don’t forget

The light that hasn’t made it yet

Nothing needs to be explained,

Not the flower, not the flame.

 

Watch the window, paint it blue.

Count the shadows, paint them too.

Write your dreams and read the signs

Finding space between the lines

 

CHORUS

I’ve been living between the lines,

I’ve been waiting my whole life,

Just give me something to hold on tight

As I let go of my old life.

II. Broken glass on empty street

Sleeping bags on freezing feet

Busy eyes that dart away

The “pious” who forget to pray

 

They clothe the dark and close their minds

Dreaming, blind, with open eyes

But I’ve been counting my own time,

Finding space between the lines

III. Through the dust, a shaft of light

breaks the mirror before my eyes

From the now, already seen,

To the Now that’s always been

 

At the end of every breath,

There’s a moment I forget

Where I was, or why I try -

Who am I between the lines?

IV. Where do happy children go?

I forget, the truth I knew

Why do my eyes no longer see

What still stands in front of me?

 

Count the stars and don’t forget

The light that hasn’t made it yet

Nothing needs to be explained,

Not the flower, not the flame.

SHE’LL BE GONE SOON

 

Her body of scripture

A living mythology

All that she promised me

Under the moon

 

All that we could have been

Lost like an empire

Burns in the night

Magnesium fire

 

Her mouth was like wine

Sour and red

She slipped from the vine

& onto my tongue

 

Yearning for more of this

Whispering promises

Willing & hopeless

& hopelessly young

 

CHORUS:
 

There’s too many lines

In my plasticine mind

She alone listened

‘Cause hers was like mine

 

She clung to my skin

like a stitch to the seam

But we dreamt in the dark

And day killed the dream

 

CHORUS

 

I woke to the smell

Of her hair

Briefly forgetting

That she’s not there

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