Erick Rudiak. Songwriter. Singer. Human. | High Risk, High Reward

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High Risk, High Reward MP3: 2172KB

Written at Peter Mulvey's most excellent 2011 songwriting workshop in Ashfield, MA. Like many other retreat songs, it prominently features the themes of separation and affection. Unlike those songs, it also prominently features central serous retinopathy and the Hubble space telescope, like-a-bikes, and St. Louis.

Lyrics:

When I close my eyes, there's a spot that lingers
As round as a dime, as pink as the moon
He's my little friend, goes wherever I go
Sleeps when I sleep, trips when I fall

Doctors say the laser's warm, it's time to cut the cord
High risk, high reward

There's a school of thought, there's a magic number
Of boys you can kiss, of girls you should know
Until you sit right down in a sushi restaurant
With your very best friend, ask "never ever let me go"

In the game of life there is no goalie, no scoreboard
Just high risk, high reward

Low risk, low reward: a hug from your sister.
Low risk, high reward: going to a Coen brothers movie.
High risk, low reward: sitting in that sushi restaurant with the love of your life... 
     and ordering the sashimi.

Now that I can see as clear as a crystal
As far as the Hubble, like a fox in the night
I can see that home is the house where you're living
The bed where you're sleeping, where your like-a-bikes lie

When your zip code starts to sound so absurd
I'm right there next to you, high risk, high reward.

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