About 甘 Thomas Kam

甘 Thomas Kam is a singer/songwriter, who brings his background in classical and jazz piano, folk guitar and page poetry to form a unique style of music. His songs touch on topics such as time, death, water and love. His music has drawn comparisons to Leonard Cohen, Ludivoci Einaudi and Jeff Buckley. 

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 HAS FORGOTTEN ME

I have slipped from her mind

like a ship from the harbour

After the diminishing sun

 

So I am watching

The leaves on the branches

Their skeletons waltzing

Dwindling to one

 

Like brown winter coats,

Unoccupied

It's that time of year

It's that time of night

 

When she comes back to me

Shrouded in mystery

When dying is easy

And suffering sweet

 

Chorus:

Where does she end and I begin?

(I forget, I forget, I forget)

Where are the arms I was laying in?

When did we end & I begin?

I forget, like

She has forgotten me

 

In the palace of midnight

Velveteen promises

Fall like warm rain

On uncovered skin

 

Her lips on my lips whisper

Secret theologies

Dreaming, dissolving,

Absolving my sins

 

When she’s lying next to me

Nothing but memory

She can be anything

I want her to be

 

Perfectly absent and

Karmically pure

Her hollow glass body

Cries give me some more

 

Chorus

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THE SKIN OF THE WATER

 

I know you time

I know you time

I know you time

I know you time

 

Knowing I’ll die

The only real reason to try

Sometimes I lie

To myself, I

Pretend that some that some things can stay

Knowing I’ll fade

The reason the water has weight

 

I know I’ll fade

I know I’ll fade

I know I’ll fade

I know I’ll fade

 

How do I know anything at all?

You let me fall

And beneath it all

I see the skin of the water so still

I will remember this life

I will, I will, I will

When I have melted back into the rain

Without a name

 

Knowing I’m nameless

there’s nothing to break

And so I can’t hate

I can’t love

When I am nothing

I am enough -

But I need a name

To be somebody’s some one to love

 

I know my name

I know my name

I know my name

I know my name

But who am I?

 

Who am I?

Who am I?

Who am I?

Who am I?

 

Am I skin the of the water,

am I?

A sliver of mind

reflecting the river of life -

From which I drink

When I don’t think,

When I don’t try,

When I know time.

 

All that I know,

All I can see

I see through the skin of the water,

The depth of an eye,

The breadth of the sky -

 

Tell me, what happens to waves

when they die?

Or when the raindrops

fall into the lake

And break the skin of the water,

Does it set them free?

Water’s still water,

Even if it’s not me -

 

Then who am I?

Who am I?

Am I the soul of the river

Am I?

It broke through the dam

In its reflection I saw who I am

 

To make sure,

I tried to draw

On the skin of the water,

and where I could see

I see only symbols and ripples and signs

I see only myself and my mind

 

I am blind

Until I find

I am nameless, there’s nothing to break

Knowing I’m fake,

There’s nothing to take

But something to give

 

And so I will die

So I can live,

Knowing the reason I’m here is to try

To be the person I am on the inside,

Not to hide.