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This Lyric is #200

MY DISTANT DREAMS
Copyright Joe Calitri

She glides through the doorway
The dimly lit room turns bright
Walking up to the stage
She’s going to play her music tonight
Putting down my cold glass I
Stop looking at an empty chair
I turn around, and I watch
The lady throw back her hair
She appeared like a distant dream
I felt the excitement start
That sweet lady’s music
Was captivating my heart, my heart
She dances to the rhythm
While she’s swinging her violin bow
A crowd comes together
Around her, she’s the star of the show
She slides toward my table
Gives a wiggle and sends me a wink
Blows a kiss my way, and I catch it
As I raise my drink
She appears in my distant dreams
Every day we’re apart
That sweet lady’s music
Captivated my heart, my heart
The band packs up, it’s getting late
And it’s time to close
I ask where the lady went
But nobody knows
Stepping down from the stage, she turned around
To throw back her hair
And then she slipped through that doorway
Into the cold night air


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This Lyric is #201

WHEN THE LEVEE BREAKS
(c)2006 Vanessa Torres


When the levee breaks
where will your church be?
Laid in ruins on the banks of
the Mississippi

When the levee breaks
and the truth lays you down
There in the dark
too small a loss, to be found

Who to fix this ravaged home?
How to heal this gasping heart?
Where’s the door, where’s the door to board
This rocking ark? This rocking ark…?
When the levee breaks

There’s no safety in poverty
We don’t run this government
We don’t trust the police
When there’s a flood that comes
to take you away
Just dig your heals in
‘cause there’s no help on its way
No not today

Who to fix this ravaged home?
How to heal this gasping heart?
Where’s the door, where’s the door to board
This rocking ark? This rocking ark…?
When the levee breaks

The ghost of New Orleans
is what’s stirring all around
They set us up, and watched us fall,
knees to the ground
They kept their money ‘cause they called us too far gone
Instead it’s funneled to the war
in the name of freedom
Yeah, that’s your freedom

Who to fix this ravaged home?
How to heal this gasping heart?
Where the door, where the door to board
This rocking ark? This rocking ark…?
When the levee breaks

Their vultures descend
‘cause there’s profits to be made
Where there’s misery and death,
someone’s getting paid
We call this business
we call this democracy
For every dirty dollar
there’s blood draining out of you and me
Into the Mississippi…

Who to fix this ravaged home?
How to heal this gasping heart?
Where the door, where the door to board
This rocking ark? This rocking ark…?
When the levee breaks

When the levee breaks
where will our church be
Laid in ruins on the banks of
the Mississippi
When the levee breaks
When the levee breaks




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This Lyric is #202

Lyrics by: Jennifer McLean
Title: Surely Forgot

WITH HUNGERING CRIES…DEEP IN THE DARK…
FOR – GET – ME NOT… WAS OUR LAST REMARK...

NOW IT SEEMS…TIMES…PASSED ME BY…FAR PAST THE YEARS
- PAST YESTERDAYS TEARS...
- AND ALL…….. I ONCE HELD INSIDE

WITH THE AIR SO STILL…. ON THIS LONG LONELY NIGHT
I’M NOW SURROUNDED BY STRANGERS…WHO ARE NOW MY LIFE…
SITTING ALONE….WITH MY HAZED HEART OF STONE…
I LONG FOR REMINDANCE …OF ALL THAT’S BEHIND US…
BUT MY HEART STANDS STILL…LONELY AND DARK…
AS I REACH DOWN INSIDE FOR A GLIMMERING SPARK…

----------------------CHORUS----------------
I SURELY FORGOT….YOUR KISS IN THE NIGHT…
JUST DON’T REMEMBER…YOUR LOVE... IN MY LIFE...
SO WITH THE WORDS… SO TENDER AND LIGHT…
TELL ME WHAT WAS IT LIKE…..
WHAT WAS IT LIKE…. TO HAVE LOVE... IN OUR LIVES…
LOVE IN OUR LIVES........
--------------------------------------------

IF I COULD ONLY TOUCH...YOUR HEART AND YOUR THOUGHTS..
THERE’D BE WARMTH IN MY MEMORIES...OF ALL THE LOVE LOST...
EMPTY ECHOES WOULD DIMINISH...FROM LOVE GONE ESTRAY...
BUT YOUR SHADOW ESCAPES ME...AND FADES FAR AWAY...
ALL THAT IS LEFT....ARE MEMORIES CLOUDED AND BROKEN....
EMPTY WORDS THAT ONCE WHERE SPOKEN....

-------------------CHORUS-------------------
I SURELY FORGOT….YOUR KISS IN THE NIGHT…
JUST DON’T REMEMBER…YOUR LOVE... IN MY LIFE...
SO WITH THE WORDS… SO TENDER AND LIGHT…
TELL ME WHAT WAS IT LIKE …..
WHAT WAS IT LIKE…. TO HAVE LOVE... IN OUR LIVES…
LOVE IN OUR LIVES........

TELL ME WHAT WAS IT LIKE.......WHAT WAS IT LIKE...


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This Lyric is #203

THE SPEED OF DARKNESS
Music & Lyrics by Jack Erdie (c)2005

I been thinkin’ ‘bout velocity
How the planet spins so fast
That my thoughts all get ahead of me
While my dreams drag in the past
Can’t imagine what the loss would be
If it all should end today
It’s the information century
But there’s nothing left to say

CHORUS:
Please help me, Einstein
I’m stuck on a time line
My space is caving in
The speed of darkness
Has outrun my carcass again

Well, I used to love the library
Better than our happy home
It’s the one place you can go for free
And be totally alone
A cute librarian that you could watch
From the metaphysics aisle
And between her knees and Socrates
I was one sick juvenile

Repeat Chorus

History runs in circles
Religion runs in chains
And any little jerk’ll tell ya
Darkness runs in my veins

Now it’s midnight at the depot
Of the last stop in our tale
Hear the final warning whistle blow
See the shiver down the rails
There’s a bright-eyed kid beside me
Just a-tuggin’ at my sleeve
Askin’: “Mister, why you cryin’?
Ain’t you still got time to leave?”

Repeat Chorus


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This Lyric is #204

THOUSANDS OF ANGELS

The storm was raging, ever was told
Some were so fragile, and some were so old
Frightened and alone,
In their own little beds
And the water kept rising up to their heads

Chorus:
Thousands of Angels
God sent that day
Thousands of Angels
To those who had prayed
Thousands of Angels
To those left alone
Thousands of Angels
Carried them home

People in attics, on rooftops and trees
Clinging to loved ones, or a piece of debris
Holding on, as the raging water flowed
The current so strong, some had to let go

Repeat Chorus

Something has happened, something is wrong
This is America, and we should be strong
This is a glimpse of how it can be
If we don't believe in God and country

Repeat Chorus

Through all this sorrow, trials and fears
We'll hear of miracles, throughout the years
Tragedy to triumph, God is the way
Wake up America, before it's too late

Don't live for riches, and
Don't live for greed
Help one another
In their time of need
And always remember God is above
He will bless America, once again with his
LOVE...

(c) October 4, 2005, Darlene Sams

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This Lyric is #205

“New Orleans” – S. Furbish

We walk the old and crowded streets
Of this here party town
See the steam rising up off the river
As the sun goes down

The courtyards are so seductive
With a warm soft light they flirt
And the bands that play down on Bourbon St
They get so loud sometimes they actually hurt

The Nachez blows it's whistle
As it pulls out from the dock
And all the children turn to wave hello
Up and down riverwalk

New Orleans, New Orleans
You’re a river that's bound to flood
You’re a scene right from some movie
and my God you're in my blood
New Orleans, New Orleans
You will take us the way we are
We may travel this big wide world
But we will never be that far
From New Orleans

The streetcars roll and rumble
As they head up old St Charles
The two-step will get perfected tonight
On the dance floor of Michauls

Oh, the café' Demonde down on Decatur
That's where everybody, everybody goes
The beignets get piled so high with powdered sugar
That it spills off all on to your clothes
Jackson Square is a postcard
And all the fortunes tellers know
You may come here as a tourist
But it may never let you go.

New Orleans, New Orleans
You’re a river that's bound to flood
You’re a scene right from some movie
and my God you're in my blood
New Orleans, New Orleans
You will take us as we are
We may travel this big wide world
But we will never be that far
From New Orleans




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This Lyric is #206

How Katie Feels
(c) 2005 Nigel Clothier

Katie’s dad was a fireman but one day he went missing, inside a fallen building he was trapped
In his time he saved some lives and everyone remembers until the burning embers turn to ash

And I mean no disrespect to those we praise as heroes,
When the room goes quiet, I wonder how Katie feels

Katie was a child back then, six, maybe seven, but she knew that heaven is where spacemen play
And her tears they never came, she never gave up hoping, although her heart was broken on that day

And I mean no disrespect to those we praise as heroes
When the room goes quiet, I wonder how Katie feels

Katie had her toys but they were no replacement
And she knew what that look meant in her mother’s eyes

And I mean no disrespect to those we praise as heroes
When the room goes quiet, I wonder how Katie feels


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This Lyric is #207

Changing December
(To Remember)

He sat and watched headlights moving like faded times
He says out there in this weather you can hardly see all the signs
Spring is somewhere, it’s far out of sight
For now the snow will keeps falling you'll need a good blanket tonight

Mid December come what may
April is just a love song and
June is so far away

Now we're all alone in our own particular ways
The snow keeps rising and the silence gets louder by the day
There's no pity for the lover that just can't forget
Cause the days go by and they hold no regrets

Mid December come what may
April is just a love song and
June is so far away

He says cause us old folks know, it's dug deep in our hearts
The way life was before this loneliness had its start
And some never let go of the things you can't hold
But we all must face life growing old

I can remember a day when life burned bright
But now I’m just captive in winter’s lonely night
Because with time my gold surely turned to grey
He just looks off to the distance and had little more to say

Mid December come what may
April is just a love song and
June is so far away

© Nicholas Blechman 2002.


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This Lyric is #208

Memorial (Far Too Young)
Copyright 1999-2000 by Bruce Paul

They walked among us for a while
And left a lasting mark
With ev’ry reason to complain
They suffered in the dark
But not a word of sad regret
You’d ever hear them say
Now the tears of friends and kinfolk flow
To help them on their way

(Chorus)
Cause they were far to bright
to walk the lands of twilight
And they were far too strong
to draw in their last breath
And they were far too glad
to know such pain and suff’ring
And they were far too young
to hold the hand of death

They showed us that a hero’s life
Is not on public view
It’s lived out in a quietness
Known just to me and you
The pain that’s often kept inside
That’s lifted from our backs
That builds the courage, strength and verve
That you and I both lack

(Chorus)

So join me now to honor them
In ways they would approve
A dance in passing thunderstorms
A tender look of love
A tiny glass that’s raised among
The folks that they hold dear
That brings them back in heart and mind
Through all the passing years

(Chorus)

Yes they were far too young
to hold the hand of death

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This Lyric is #209

Stronger For Your Flame
(c) 2006 Randall Williams


Some of us shine bold – like Betelgeuse is bright -
a few you’d barely notice in the early evening light.

Some of us burn soft – like a lamp’s sweetest oil -
others sputter smoke and ash in lives of pain and toil.

Some try to hide it behind a suit and tie -
or do the best they can in the world of nine to five.


Chorus:
Maybe you were all of this and more:
borrowed light from those who came before.
And the children who haven’t yet been named
are stronger for your spark – stronger for your flame.


Were you a blazing ball of fire – before you were even born?
Did you find the cure for polio, or make the telephone?

Were you disobedient at the age of thirty-three
when some wiseass local rabbi had you nailed up to a tree?

Were you black and tired, on the front seat of a bus
or on a protest march in Bombay, lying face down in the dust?


Chorus:
Maybe you were all of this and more:
borrowed light from those who came before.
And the children who haven’t yet been named
are stronger for your spark – stronger for your flame.


What if there’s no drama in the day-to-day –
life a load of pots and pans and diapers to be changed?

You’d rather climb a mountain, or walk to Timbuktu
But the truest light burns just as strong, no matter what you choose

You don’t need to burn up in a brilliant ball of flame –
we’ll be blessed, even if we’ve never heard your name.


Chorus:
Because you are all of this and more:
borrowed light from those who came before.
And the children who haven’t yet been named
are stronger for your spark – stronger for your flame.


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This Lyric is #210

THE BELLE OF NEW HAVEN Copyright 2006 David Anderson
Moccasin Telegraph Music ASCAP

The Belle of New Haven is that what you called me?
As the Civil War raged like a sad bedtime story
William Winchester was wedded to me
As the guns of his father defended Old Glory
We were as happy (3) as happy could be

When the long war was over no peace was in store
It was westward the wagons, live and die by the gun
The Winchester rifle that stood by the door
Protected its owner from the murderous Indian
(And) it made us as wealthy (3) as wealthy could be

Chorus A factory for death’s mass production
The curse of my family for all history
We made the gun that won the West
But the ghosts of its victims came looking for me

The death of my daughter and later my husband
Became my undoing and drove me to madness
I sought the advice of a psychic in Boston
So desperate was I for a cure to my sadness
(That) I would do anything (3) he wanted done

Chorus A house like no other in all of creation
The curse of my family for all history
We made the gun that won the West
But the ghosts of its victims gave me no rest

I did as he told me, what choice was I given?
Repetition compulsion from sun to sun
The house was my husband, my child, my ambition
I never had guests, no not even one
The house grew as big (3) as my family’s sin
Chorus 1

My house was my passion, my comfort, my art
Half of my life my obsession was spent
Each night in a different room, dreaming apart
Then the hammers fell silent for only a moment
(But) that’s all it took (3) to silence my heart

I’ve never told anyone, maybe I should
What harm can there be now that my life is ended
A mystery created of glass and of wood
I’ll tell you the secret of what I intended
Why did I do it? (3) because I could
Chorus 2


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This Lyric is #211

HOLD YOU
© 2006 Luke Holder

Hold you
While the dawn breaks and unfurls
Hold You
As we’re spinning on this world

If we don’t hold each other,
Then we might get another chance.
This may be our last day
To do this Earthly dance.
I love everybody and I don’t care if they love me.

I’ve got daydreams where everybody dies.
I’m left all alone, but it’s no surprise.
Is there anything left worth loving for?

I have no idea who I am from day to night.
Sometime I just lose my will to fight.
And if we all die tomorrow would I have ruined my last day?

Hold you
While the dawn breaks and unfurls
Hold You
As we’re spinning on this world
If we don’t hold each other,
Then we might get another chance.
This may be our last day
To do this Earthly dance.
I love everybody and I don’t care if they love me.


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This Lyric is #212

Those People by Janet Saugstad
dakotafaith2@yahoo.com
copyright pending 2006
Those People

(Chorus)
I'm one of those people -- you say it in disgust
One of those people you could never trust
One of those people that Jesus loved so much
One of those people that you won't even touch

You sit beneath that big white steeple
And praise His holy name
But you're afraid of those people
For whom Christ Jesus came
(Repeat Chorus)

All of those people were first upon His list
All of those people He will truly bless
When He calls us to His side
We know why He was crucified
(Repeat Chorus)

It is those people that Jesus has set free
Those people -- just like you and me
Those people need some of your time
Those people are not that hard to find
(Repeat Chorus)

You walk around the other side
Like he was never crucified
One of those people that Jesus loves so much
One of those people that you won't even touch

„¦ƒ¢ƒ~ƒ~ƒ¦ƒnJanet Saugstad




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This Lyric is #213

THE CHRISTMAS CARD
Copyright 2005
Debra Peterson

There’s a Christmas card in my mind
Of another place and time
With my family all around the Christmas tree.

But the card is not the same,
Because when I call your name.
There’s no one to answer
Back to me.

Chorus
Lord please bring a child our way,
And we promise every day
To shower them with tender loving care.
And now all I ask of you
Is to take this group of two
And somehow help make us a family.

I want to touch your tiny hands ,
Hold closely to my heart
I wish you were here for me to see.

Because I know somewhere out there,
Is a child in need of care.
Who cries and no one
Wipes their tears away.

Chorus
Lord please bring a child our way,
And we promise every day.
To shower them with tender loving care.
And now all I ask of you,
Is to take this group of two
And somehow help make us a family.

Bridge
Lord I pray with each new day
There may be a child to say…
“I love you mom and dad
And thanks for letting me stay”

Now that Christmas card in my mind
Of another place and time
With my family all around the Christmas tree.
Is filled with so much love
From the Father up above
Now we’re a happy family.




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This Lyric is #214

Tenderness
C1995 Mary Sarah

Walking on a razor's edge
Away from the words of men
Aching ribs with every breath
Worlds apart from all the rest

Chorus:
Not reaching
But falling
Not holding on
But letting go
In this tenderness, tenderness
With this tenderness, tenderness
In this tenderness
I must profess

I see you anew through this tempered dream
Where desire has no hold and things aren't what they seem
For the undefined
For the unidentified
For all the harming and hurting that's been done

Chorus:
Not reaching
But falling
Not holding on
But letting go
In this tenderness, tenderness
With this tenderness, tenderness
In this tenderness, tenderness
I must profess

Let it in
Let it in
Temple domes can't hold the place of life in wed
Of life in One
Of life in this tenderness

Chorus:
Not reaching
But falling
Not holding on
But letting go
In this tenderness, tenderness
With this tenderness, tenderness
In this tenderness, tenderness
I must profess

(repeat and fade)



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This Lyric is #215

The weight of you in your resting state
Sean Hoots (2005)

The weight of you in your resting state is heavy
when I'm sleepily nudging you across the bed.
Maybe it's your dreams, maybe it's a day's worth of filling
With scraps of conversations, images and supper in your head,
And your eyes,
And your belly.

Just ease on me

The light of streetlamps and starry skies is careful
Not to impose its stare and interrupt your sleep.
I wish my footsteps didn't creak along the floorboards late at night.
Oh, but how could I disturb you when you look so warm, so peaceful and so deep?
Oh, so deep
In your head
Your sweet, sweet head

Just ease on me

And in the morning we'll turn yawns into kisses
Like a proper mister and misses
Even though I haven't proposed to you
Like I'm supposed to

The reckless mess of the sheets shows signs you were tossing
Until you found that place where you are resting now
Why do I tip-toe when I know you're gonna stir anyway?
I guess I'm just trying to figure out how
I can slip
In beside you
Not to wake you
Just to feel you
Breathing in a rhythm so I
can sing
myself
to sleep.



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This Lyric is #216

Maggie and Jack
(c) 2006 George Thomas

Jack from Arizona
Lived out on the rez
Lived in a little hogan
All alone with his dad

His dad was Navaho
His mom was Mexican
She had left the both of them
So long ago

Jack lived as Navaho
His heart was in Mexico
Jack lived as Navaho
His heart was in Mexico

CHORUS
Look to the sky
Where eagles fly
Way down south
To the ocean

Maggie from Virginia
Moved out west with mom
Trying to start a brand new life
After dad was gone

Maggie had some questions
Am I really black?
Why do I keep listening
to Johnny Cash?

Hey, mama
My eyes, they're green
Shut up you girl,
Don't talk about it

CHORUS

Maggie worked the concession stand
Over by the canyon
Jack would visit and buy a soda
They would talk

Maggie's mom found out
About the situation
Took a broomstick and beat her girl
Broke three ribs

Hey girl,
Can't you see he's not black?
Hey girl,
Not even Mexican?

CHORUS



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This Lyric is #217

New Orleans - Michael Packer Copyright 2006

We're coming home New Orleans
the place where we belong
We're coming home New Orleans
We've done nothing wrong
It's hard to understand why they would let us drown, can't blame you New Orleans cause you are our town.

We're coming home New Orleans
they say they just forgot
We're coming home New Orleans
their finger points at us
But now is not the time to dwell on whose right or who is wrong
We're coming home New Orleans to make you strong

The soul of New Orleans is it's people of the blues
They made this city what it is without us it will lose.

We're coming home New Orleans with Fats Domino and Dr. John
We're coming home New Orleans to buy another round.
We'll fix you right turn on the lights like it was before. We're coming home New Orleans don't let them close the door.

We're coming home New Orleans
even though it took it's toll
We're coming home New Orleans
to let the good times roll.

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This Lyric is #218

YESTERDAY, TODAY, AND TOMORROW
(c)2005 Tonya Betz

V.
Water stains on window sills, you’ll have to scrub them away
Shattered glass on the kitchen floor, will you find every shard?
And all us cracked pots sitting in a row, but deep inside all that dirt
The flowers will root and grow, when the time comes

V.
Torn linens, grass-stained clothes, you’ll toss them out this time
Weeds as tall as the house you live, where does the first cut begin?
And all us invalids sit and mope for hours, but there’s validity out there
The truth of love, grace and hope, when we look away

C.
There’s a change on the wind,
A gentle nudging breeze telling us to begin again
There’s a storm in the distance,
A front of opposition, but this is where you belong
Turn away from the past, renew your mind,
Learn to begin again

V.
Dented fenders on jalopy specials, you’ll drive it into the ground
Guitars in need of tuning, will you take the time to make it right?
And all us block heads think we know it all, what do we really know?
The mind of God or the will of man, when will we learn to listen?

C.
There’s a change on the wind,
A gentle nudging breeze telling us to begin again
There’s a storm in the distance,
A front of opposition, but this is where you belong
Turn away from the past, renew your mind,
Learn to begin again

B.
Yesterday, today and tomorrow, everyday You’re the same
When all has faded and withered away, You remain the same


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This Lyric is #219

POSTCARD

© 2003 Gregory C. Federico

Warm summer night
Soft is the moonglow
Alone within my room
A moment:
A quiet time to remember
My journey’s end leads home to you

Warm are my thoughts
Deep are my memories
So much to share with you
A postcard –
to write down a simple message --
to let you know that. . .

You’re on my mind --
day and night
Thought I’d drop you a line:
Hope you feel alright
Just a matter of time
Leave a candle burning bright –
‘till I get home to you. . .

Cool misty fog
Bay of San Francisco
Good friends to pass the time
A restaurant --
on a wharf in Sausalito
A drink and a view of the golden gate

Cool is the coast
Waves flowing freely
This trek full of surprises
A sunset:
Excited, lost in reverie
Yet still thinking of you. . .

You’re on my mind –
day and night
Thought I’d drop you a line:
Hope you feel alright
Just a matter of time
Leave a candle burning bright –
‘till I get home to you. . .

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This Lyric is #220

Midnight Cafe (c) 2006
by Phillip A. Pearson

Sophie's waiting tables hoping to be found
Jerry stirs his coffee till his dreams dissolve
Couple in the corner, a sordid affair
Hand me down women huddle by the curb
At the midnight, midnight cafe
The midnight, midnight cafe

Some little runaway lost and afraid
Begging for mercy and a place to stay
Candy's got the answer to your darkest desire
Father Tom will free you with brimstone and fire
At the midnight, midnight cafe
The midnight, midnight cafe

Lovers incognito go their separate ways
Cooky's in the kitchen numbing his pain
Sophie's still waiting for the phone to ring
Heaven only knows what tomorrow brings
At the midnight, midnight cafe
The midnight, midnight cafe

Streetlights flicker, mornings almost here
Lonely faces begin to disappear
Jerry lays his money, shaped like a rose
Next to Sophie then he turns to go
At the midnight, midnight cafe
The midnight, midnight cafe




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This Lyric is #221

Waiting For The Sun - SOCAN 2006

Written by: Mark Osachoff aka: Anthill

Heaven and hell are just the same
In my distant trascendental scream
They both count for something in all of the places that I've been. And you know if you've been there you know just what I mean.

And I don't know why, I'm struggling underneathe my skin.
And I don't know why, I never let anyone in.

Pleasure and pain, in a sunlit rain
Are a lover who still calls your name. They both count for something in all that she became. And I don't know why.

I don't know why, I'm struggling underneath my skin.
And I don't know why, I never let anyone in.
I'm waiting for the good time feeling cause that's the one you wanted. At least that's what I tell myself.
I'm waiting for the good time feeling, into my self healing, but part of me is on the shelf.

Waiting for the Sun
Waiting for the Sun
Waiting for the Sun
Waiting for the Sun





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This Lyric is #222

Wizened Warrior
(McKee copyright 2006)


A thousand silver swords
Glint upon the water
And the warrior knows
A battle looms ahead
Bristled on his neck
Are the hairs that rise to tell him
There’s a thin-frayed line
Between his life and death

Chorus
The wingtips of the soaring hawk
Flash shadows on the weary
All the battles ever fought
Are aching in his bones
Somewhere along his journey
Youth’s passion has gone bleary
And the wizened warrior turns away

The memory of enemies
Creep into his dreaming
And the vision of his battlefields
Never fades from sight
The beads of sweat, the blinking lash
The cold stare of the desperate
The foul breath upon his face
Makes him restless in the night

Chorus

He’s fought with blinded bravery
But this fight will be different
Nothing has prepared him
For the thing that he must do
The enemy before him now
Knows no fear or danger
His soul will not release him
Till there’s nothing left to lose

Chorus

If he could tell the young
Of the stench and of the horrors
If he could only find the words
The young heart to persuade
He’d say the greatest battle
Will come when life is dimming
And you finally find the strength
To turn yourself away

------------------
Willson & McKee


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This Lyric is #223

"Forgiven" by Cheyenne Medders 2006

Oh love is a flood that breaks the levies down
And the plans that you've built will crumble to the ground
It'll sure make you regret the way that you've been livin'
And we all want to be forgiven

I've been on both sides of injustice, both sides of the crime
I've been the wicked one most of the time
It really comes together when you become the victim
And wonder if you are forgiven

When the love that you wear on your sleeve is not returned
And no matter what you do you end up getting burned
But you've tossed around the hearts of too many women
You'll wish you were forgiven

Well she roared like a lion 'cause her heart had come undone
But still somehow decided that I was not the one
She spread her wings and talons and flew off like a griffin
And left me unforgiven

When you're standin' in my shoes and you lost the key to love
And you're poundin' on the door and you push and you shove
You look over your shoulder and the sands of time are shiftin'
You'll beg to be forgiven

My whole life was a failure, a bad throw of the dice
But I'm hung next to a man invitin' me to paradise
I lose feeling in the members through which nails are driven
And only feel forgiven.


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This Lyric is #224

TITLE: DEMOCRACY

WRITTEN BY RICHARD GROOMBRIDGE

COPYRIGHT Ricky Dicky Music Co. 2003

CHORUS:
I LOVE LIVING IN AMERICA, BECAUSE I AM SO FREE
I LOVE LIVING IN AMERICA, BECAUSE IT IS DE-MOCKERY-SEE


Verse 1:

Everyone gets to have a vote and if I win I get to steer the boat.

But you have to row for me because it is
de-mockery-see.

Verse 2:

Now I’ve won I get to choose the song. You know you mustn’t get it wrong.

You have to sing along with me, because it is de-mockery-see.


Verse 3:

When you don’t get to vote it’s primitive and the rulers of those people don’t deserve to live.

The people on the streets, they have no voice. Living in poverty, they have no choice.


Verse 4:

You know some countries they divide because of tensions they try to hide.

Racial hatred is not cool. That is why we segregate our schools.


Verse 5:

Sometimes you might disagree because this is de-mockery-see.

I am ONE and you are LOST but you still get to share the cost.



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This Lyric is #225

That's Why I Never Get the Blues
c 2003, Joe Cash


I've got no shortage of attention from the girls
I eat a dozen oysters, I find a dozen pearls
Got lots of money, more than any man could use
That's why I never get the blues

I go to Vegas and I nearly always win
I'm just that lucky, that's the way it's always been
Rose-colored glasses are enhancing all my views
That's why I never get the blues

There's only one thing that I want that I can't get
You're holding out on me, a regular coquette
But I will have your love, on that my mind is set
Until you change your heart, I'll have that one regret

I buy some stocks and bonds, and each time prices rise
I enter contests and I always win the prize
I play the horses and I hardly ever lose
That's why I never get the blues


The weather's always nice when I go out to play
My atmosphere is like a summertime bouquet
I never step in stuff that messes up my shoes
That's why I never get the blues

I never have to ask my bosses for a raise
In conversation, I can turn a witty phrase
And anything I do is always front page news
That's why I never get the blues

But you're the one thing that I want that I can't get
You're still avoiding me, that hasn't changed - not yet
It's kind of like you're being Scarlett to my Rhett
But I will turn you 'round, on that one you can bet

Each time I take a test, I always get an "A"
When I need something, it comes on a silver tray
I never ever even had to pay my dues
That's why I never get the blues
That's why I never get the blues
That's why I never get the blues

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This Lyric is #226

UNRAVELED
(© 2005 Alice Olsen)

I've been knitting together the threads of my life
And I thought they were pretty strong
And it seemed there was nothing could shake up my world
Until you came along
But my life tumbled out of control
And the pattern was no longer clear
When you broke the stitches of my soul
And you left me standing here...

Chorus:

UNRAVELED, frayed at the edges, breaking apart at the seams
UNRAVELED, torn up and tattered, that's all that you left of my dreams
UNRAVELED, picking up pieces, wondering just where to start
"Cause you know you left my heart, UNRAVELED

It's so hard to try figuring out the next step
Now that everything's fallen apart
To forgive and forget you without a regret
And take up my patch-worked heart
I guess there's probably a lesson to learn
But it's not very clear yet to me
How the ties that bound me to your love
Refuse to set me free.

I'm..
(repeat chorus)

All I have left is the loose ends
Of a heart full of snags and knots
Now I'm trying to patch up and mend
All my tangled twisted thoughts

I'm..
(repeat chorus)



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This Lyric is #227

Like Everybody Else
Drew James © 2006

Summer’s turned to fall and I’m going to the mall
Buying a set of new clothes
I made up my mind exactly what kind
They got ‘em at the store where the other kids go
With a little bit of luck I’ll save a few bucks
If they have ‘em on the discount shelf
Won’t it be cool when I go back to school
Looking like everybody else

I don’t wanna stand out when I go out I wanna fit in
I don’t wanna make waves or start a new craze I wanna make friends
You know I just can’t be myself, ‘til I look like everybody else

Sun’s gone down in my home town
Time to watch a little TV
My cable box is tuned into Fox
American Idol is what I’m gonna see
The TV Guide says it may be tied
But Simon says the skinny blond’ll sell
When the star of my show’s by the democratic vote
I’m gonna think like everybody else

I don’t wanna stand out when I go out I wanna fit in
I don’t wanna make waves or start a new craze I wanna make friends
You know I just can’t be myself, ‘til I think like everybody else

I listened to the man with the cellphone plan
He said the first 30 days’re free
The phone’s on sale and it’s got email
Even has a camera and a fitted earpiece
The month’s run out and it’s left no doubt
I’ll spend a ton of money on my cell
But an arm and a leg is what I’ll pay
Just to live like everybody else

I don’t wanna stand out when I go out I wanna fit in
I don’t wanna make waves or start a new craze I wanna make friends
You know I just can’t be myself, ‘til I live like everybody else

I did what I could to make my life good
But a black cloud’s on the rise
There’s a few with a different view
They won’t line up no matter how we try
I gotta beware of those people out there
What they’ll do you can never tell
This country’s free so why don’t they just leave
If they can’t be like everybody else

I don’t wanna stand out when I go out I wanna fit in
I don’t wanna make waves or start a new craze I wanna make friends
We could all get along so well if they were just like everybody else
We could all get along so well if they were just like everybody else


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This Lyric is #228

BETWEEN MASON AND DICKSON

Beside me she stirs softly as I slowly crawl out’ta bed

An’ stumble through the dark tryin’ hard not to wake the kids

A quick shave and shower, warmin’ up the old Freightliner

Not much time to be a father an’ no time left for her

Chorus

Between Mason, Ohio and Dickson, Tennessee

Caught between hard rock and southern country harmony

Leavin’ before first light, gettin' home way too late

Hours take their toll, eighteen wheels roll on the concrete interstate


Weekend comes her city job’s done, the kids are out’ta school

But I’ll be gone on a local run, there's risin’ cost of rent an' fuel

Sunday mornin' I sleep in, she’ll take the kids to church and pray

In the evening we won’t fight again over all work an’ no play


Between Mason, Ohio and Dickson, Tennessee

Caught between hard rock and southern country harmony

Leavin’ before first light, gettin' home way too late

Hours take their toll, eighteen wheels roll on the concrete interstate


You know, they say Jesus died for everyone; red an’ blue, blue an’ gray

But lately it seems I’m on the losin’ side of barely gettin’ by day to day


Between Mason, Ohio and Dickson, Tennessee

Caught between hard rock and southern country harmony

Leavin’ before first light, gettin' home way too late

Hours take their toll, eighteen wheels roll on the concrete interstate

Hours take their toll, eighteen wheels roll on the concrete interstate


An’ Lord I pray someday, some way I’ll be free

Caught between hard rock and southern country harmony

Copyright 2005 J. K Coltrain & Richard Aberdeen

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This Lyric is #229

Love Can Do Anything by John Trower

Love has soft hands and a tender voice
Love can make you laugh, make the world rejoice
Love can set your soul on fire, fill your heart with desire
Love can make you go insane, love can make you burn with pain
Love can set the world free, love can bring misery
Love can make you feel alive, love can make you want to die
Love can take or love can bring
Love can soothe, love can sting

Chorus: Love can do anything
Love can do anything
Love can do what you want it to
Love can come to you

repeat chorus




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This Lyric is #230

Listeners
Gideon Scarbrough "Eon"
Copyright(C)2006 Mindhop Productions


LISTENERS......." Apathy Deferred/get heard/Revolutionaries and better listeners/dirt roads to barcodes/become glisteners/conversating/so Jesse B. Semple/I hear you/hear me/we two/this bird flew/clear past-the yonder blue/they got/we got/soft lead and casings/hammers for erasings/Johnny Walker Red/no egg chasing/clothes between the matress/wrinkle replacing/with living forever/in Sasa-my name is known/line it with base/a clip of treble/equalize the tone/originators/while they prone to clone/mr. Carter taught me/when the reaper knock be gone-in the wind/the track bend like young switches/non-monetary riches/young Burghardt in twill suits/double stitches".(RAP)




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OLD AFRICA
This Lyric is #231

(C)2006 Zdon Paporrella


I wanna talk about a place with mountains and landscapes
Blessed with flowers and beautiful trees of all grades
Sun shinning very bright in the sky
Moon that shined so bright as we played through the night
I remember at the time we were kids, there was so much space for us to play in
Even if it was raining we’ll be playing and running in it
Life was all fun ‘hakuna matata’ no hassles and no damn worries
Papa telling us stories seated round a fire
Mama chopping and grinding and trying ‘o’ cook us supper
Nights like days, days like nights,
In Africa you couldn’t tell the difference cos the mood was always right
No clubs, no restaurant, no joints and no pubs
No whores, no hawkers and no drugs
We had our playground and squares and we had fun
Kids singing folks songs, doing folk dances
People telling folklores in very odd places
Those were the days, the good old days
I reminisce in my dreams, yeah
Old Africa


I remember running around without underwear,
We didn’t care playing horse with my peers
We used to run around in the rain naked you can’t imagine all the fun that we had back then.
We was living then, cos the air was unpolluted then
We didn’t have to treat the water that we drank then,
We had no cars and movement was very slow
But at least we didn’t had to worry ‘bout our ozone
And God knows even with no shoes and clothes we managed to survive in the heat or the cold
We had no tractor but we ploughed our farmland
And before the use of money, men we had trade by barter
Civilization came and changed all that, even the Bible says the root of all evil is cash
You can see that almost all the problems we have are results of no cash or maybe too much cash
Today the world worships cash and there’s too much crime
The rich steal more that the poor these times, uhh
In Africa we had our own rules and regulations
We never needed politics and bloody constitutions
We had our own ways of life and our own religion
We had problems and trouble but we found solutions
Those were the days, the good old days
I reminisce in my dreams, yeah
Old Africa
I miss those days


Civilization and technology, they are both synonymous
But the problems and the bad results are too voluminous
Civilization created new jobs by building industries, factories on the African vast farmlands
Technology is taking those same jobs back by creating new machines that can do the same jobs
Like robbing or stealing from Peter just to pay Paul,
They’re creating more problems with brainy solutions
Ain’t it confusing that they make the nuke and A. bombs to fight wars and they wanna teach us peace and love
They steal and rob us of oil, your gold and diamonds but they tell the whole world that we’re the ones who’re corrupt
They’re teaching us humanity but they took us in captivity
Took away our pride, our esteem and our dignity
Now they got audacity to laugh at our reality
That nothing good can come out of this continent that’s fallacy
I think it’s time for us to call their bluff and call the shots
And tell them that without us they ain’t [naughty word removed], let it all stop
But that won’t happen cuz we try so hard to be like them
We’re swapping our way of life for theirs to be friends with them
Take reality but you can’t take my dreams
So I reminisce, every night
Old Africa
You can’t take my dreams



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This Lyric is #232

TWISTIN’ IN THE WIND
By Robert Blake aka/”Dr. Bob )The Music Doctor)



1.You said you’d meet me on Monday
But you never did show.
You said you’d call me on Tuesday
but you never called at all.
You said you’d see me on Friday,
girl you’ve got a lot of gall.

Chorus: You left me TWISTIN’ IN THE WIND,
you’ve got me hangin’ by a thread,
you know I’m longin’ for your kissin’,
Lord, I wish that I was dead.
You’ve got me out here on a limb
and left me TRISTIN” IN THE WIND.

2.I guess sometimes we make the wrong choice,
case in point is you and me.
Sometimes we listen to the wrong voice,
Our love just wasn’t meant to be.
Girl we could have had a ball,
But you didn’t care at all.
Ch.

3.I thought that we could make a good team,
We could set this world on fire.
I never figured for a minute
That you’d turn out to be a liar.
girl if you would just be true,
then I wouldn’t say to you.
Ch.

Copyright 200 by Robert Blake




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This Lyric is #233

Never Too Late For a Goodbye
Words and Music by Dale Selch © 2005 BMI

V1

I was waitin on a train at a railway station
Eavesdroppin’ on a conversation
Between a Father and a Son
The boy was sittin’ up straight lookin’ down the track
Toward the places he was goin while his Dad was lookin back
At the places he’d been
He said “I love you Daddy and I know you’re hurt
Cause I’m leavin home to find my place in the world
Forgive me now, I’ll make you proud some day”
But his Daddy just walked away…

Chorus

It’s never too late for a Goodbye
A letter to a friend, to swallow your pride or a good cry
Forgivin’ somebody or confessin’ a lie
It’s never too late for a Goodbye.

V2

Went to see a sick friend in his hospice bed
I said “I’ll see you again” but I never did
I was just afraid
Cause my faith was weak and my heart was hard
Seein’ him was seein’ me but by the grace of God
I’m alive today
We really mean those things we never go to say
And then ashes to ashes, dust to dust
The wind blows the words away

Chorus

Bridge

You can waste it away
Or you can change your mind
Cause you’ll always regret
Lost time

V3

There’s a stone in a yard with two names carved
With the dates they were born and the dates they died
And that’s about all
I try to visit the place from time to time
But that place is theirs and it’s a hollow ground
Tomorrows shadows don’t fall
I miss them both so much but it ain’t quite my time
Withered fruit don’t fall far from the vine

Chorus




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This Lyric is #234

Reach Out and Shake His Hand
(That's What Your Daddy Tries to Do)
©5/2006 Vanessa Bordlee

verse 1
Growin’ up Jim’d been a foolish kid
Shootin’ off his mouth from second base
Then one day ole’ Billy hollered at him
Said “yer dead if I don’t make home plate”

Pre-chorus
But after the game…
Jim’s Daddy called ‘em over to say

Chorus
“Reach out and shake his hand
Son, you gotta’ take a stand
Don’t worry ‘bout what others think of you
You can always choose to love
When push comes to shove
That’s what your Daddy tries to do”

verse 2
What Jim did got him enough ribs
For an impromptu office barbecue
Fueled by rumors and smarty remarks
Oh it had him in an awful stew

Pre-chorus
‘Till he considered…
What his Daddy used to say

Chorus
Reach out and shake his hand
Son, you gotta’ take a stand
Don’t worry ‘bout what others think of you
You can always choose to love
When push comes to shove
That's what your Daddy tries to do

Bridge
Now Jim’s boy Zane, is playin’ T-ball
& His mouth runs faster 'n his legs
So coach's son got to pokin’ fun
Takin' pot shots 'n tryin' t’ pick a fight
Reminded Jim all over again
What he'd say to ‘em after the game

Chorus
Reach out and shake his hand
Son, you gotta’ take a stand
Don’t worry ‘bout what others think of you
You can always choose to love
When push comes to shove
That's what your Daddy tries to do

Tag
And that’s what my Daddy tried to do
Yeah, that's what Grandaddy tried to do

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This Lyric is #235

The Thief
c 2004, David Thom/Andy Shaw

You're just a regular low-down dirty thief
You made me think you love me and then you leave
I'm just a name in your old game of life
Where somone has to leave, another pay the price

You should have told me, darlin', when you knew
That you were thinkin' that you might have to move
To get back to the girl you used to be
Cause now our lovin ways are just a memory

Your heart has turned to stone, dear, overnight
Your eyes don't carry that same lovin light
And when my hand's in yours the touch is often cold
I can tell that you don't even want a lovin' hand to hold

I never believed that what you said was true
Would a home and family be that hard for you
I lived my life believing I was the one
Now all that's left is a broken heart to carry on

You're just a regular low-down dirty thief
You made me think you love me and then you leave
I'm just a name in your old game of life
Where somone has to leave, another pay the price


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This Lyric is #236

Writer: Denis Feehan
Copywrite 4/1/6
RINGIN’ MY SOUTHERN BELLE
CHORUS:
Ya think a boy like me’d be smart enough to tell
That someone else was RINGIN MY SOUTHERN BELLE
While I was on the road singin’
Someone else was home ringin’
Someone else was home RINGIN’ MY SOUTHERN BELLE

Couldn’t be the plumber
We ain’t got no leaks
Ain’t the piano tuner
That keyboard’s soundin’ sweet
I’m not to sure about the boy next door
He could be the one
Or maybe it’s the mailman
Getting’ the deal done
CHORUS
Couldn’t be the mechanic
That car’s a-runnin’ fine
Wouldn’t be the councilman
Got plenty fish on the line
I’m still not sure about the boy next door
And his daddy’s trashy too
And you can’t count out Doctor Stout
He got a unique point of view

Ya think a boy like me’d be smart enough to tell
That someone else was RINGIN MY SOUTHERN BELLE
Ding Dong Ding Dong
There’s my wake-up call
Ding Dong Ding Dong
She’s no good after all
Ding Dong Ding Dong
There’s no guessin’ now
I’ve learned a hard earned lesson
She was messin’ with the wedding vow

CHORUS


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This Lyric is #237

The Last Snow
LoisMae Howard
Copyrighted 2005


When I was young, I’d stand at my window,
watching snowflakes fly
I would listen to the howling winds,
as the drifts piled high
We couldn’t wait to walk to the pond,
through the forest dark with night
With our shovels we’d clear paths on the
ice and go skating in the moonlight.

We’d build a fire up on the shore,
to warm our hands and feet
the stars would sparkle overhead,
the air smelled so sweet
Now it seems when the winter comes,
the winds still howl and blow
but they never bring that chilling frost,
have we seen The Last Snow?

When I grew up, I loved the mountains,
where we’d go to ski
We all knew the flakes would start to fall
before October Fifteenth
So we’d wax up our old rock skis,
put them by the back door
Everyone said “it smells like snow”,
“what are we waiting for?”

We’d head up to the mountain
and gather in the bar
We’d leave our coats and sweaters
outside in the car
Now it seems when the winter comes,
the winds still howl and blow
but they never bring that chilling frost,
have we seen The Last Snow?

I haven’t seen a snowflake fly
in almost ten years
What we’re doing to the animals
brings me to tears
Every winter just gets warmer,
flowers bloom all winter long
I wonder when we’ll turn things around
and fix what we’ve done wrong.

We’d build a fire up on the shore,
to warm our hands and feet
the stars would sparkle overhead,
the air smelled so sweet
Now it seems when the winter comes,
the winds still howl and blow
but they never bring that chilling frost,
have we seen The Last Snow?



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This Lyric is #238


Angel Eyes
Words & Music by: Les Vaughn Aug 2, 2002


Angel Eyes,Lookin at me,
Wonderin what they really see,

Do they see the soul that lies behind,

What do they see, What do they find,

Love that only two can share,

Only your eyes would ever dare

To look at me and bare my soul,

To love so deeply would be my goal

Only you can help me fly.

Beyond the clouds, beyond the sky.

Only you, so take my hand,

Come and show this mortal man

That there is life beyond the sun

You shine so bright must be the one

We'll walk together, hand in hand,

We'll laugh and play in barefoot sand,

And show the world just what you see,

Paint my soul so I can be free.

And show the world those eyes that shine

Not only yours, but also mine.

and there is life be-yond the sun

You shine so bright,

You are the one

Angel eyes… Lookin at me…………


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This Lyric is #239

"The Death of a Closest Friend"
Lyrics (C) 2005 by Stan Good, BMI
[Music (C) 2005 by Andy Karpinski, BMI]

I Got The News and I Just Closed My Eyes
'Hit Me So Hard that I Wanted t'Cry
'Know We All Grow Old, but He Wasn't..so Why?
Ask It Over-&-Over..Again...

Life is a Cycle from Birth-Until-Death
Each Day We Wake Up and (We) Hope for The Best
T'day's News Wasn't Good, Left Me Really Depressed:
The Death of A Closest Friend

(CHORUS)
He Was Young...
He Lived Strong...
He Wrapped Up The World in His Songs
He Was Young...
He Was Fun...
& Now I Can't Believe that He's Gone

So I Speak His Name as I Raise Up My Glass
Here's to Life That We Live, May We All Live It Fast
So There's "Nothin' Missin'" The Day that We Pass
And Everyone Says Their "Amens"

I Don't Think "Completion" is Comin' Real Soon
I Still See Your Face when I Hear Every Tune
Your Spirit Lives Beyond this Cold Dark Empty Room, and
The Death of A Closest Friend

(CHORUS)
He Was Young...
He Was Strong...
He Wrapped Up The World in His Songs
He Was Young...
He Was Fun...
& He Meant So Much To Everyone

I Gotta Stop Singin', There's Lumps in My Throat
My Mind Keeps Rememberin' The Songs that He Wrote
All The Stupid-Fun-CRAZY Quips That He'd Quote
Yeah..I Sure Remember..When...

I Remember His Dog, I Remember His Trucks
I Remember How We Handled Good-&-Bad Luck
How We Told Each Other, "Hey, Never Give Up"
{Add:} So This Isn't REALLY.."The End"...
At The Death of A Closest Friend

(CHORUS)
He Was Young...
He Was Strong...
He Wrapped Up The World in His Songs
He Was Young...
He Was Fun...
And His Legacy's Only..Begun...



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This Lyric is #240

The One
© 2003 Russell Lee

Verse 1
You are the one I need your feeding my obsession
You are the one I see I’m choosing my confession
You wrap me up so tight your beautiful eyes your lovely eyes
In you my only hope of breaking my repression

Chorus 1
And I see, I’m the only one that really sees
I’m the only one that’s left to see
Never want anyone to see you
You are the one the only one to wash this all away
You are the one the only one to give it all away
You are the one the only one to wash this all away
You are the one the only one to give it all away

Verse 2
I want to get inside see what you see through your eyes
I need to get inside find out the truth of your lies
You’ve got me spinning round your innocent eyes your lovely eyes
In you there is no hope no purity of its kind

Chorus 2
And I see, I’m the only one that really sees
I’m the only one that’s left to see
Never want anyone to see you
You are the one the only one to wash this all away
You are the one the only one to give it all away
You are the one the only one to wash this all away
You are the one the only one to give it all away

Verse 3
I feel my every need is hidden in your picture
Blank stares you always gave still focused on your figure
You make me so impure your innocent eyes your lovely eyes
To keep you locked up tight my only way to be sure

Chorus 3
And I see, I’m the only one that really sees
I’m the only one that’s left to see
Never want anyone to see you
You are the one the only one to wash this all away
You are the one the only one to give it all away
You are the one the only one to wash this all away
You are the one the only one to give it all away


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This Lyric is #241

THE MARGARITA SONG
(I DON'T WANNA PLAY)
By
Dennis J. DeRenzo
Copyright 2005

I play the guitar in a little Tiki bar, on the intracoastal waterway,
Six nights a week from 5 to 9, and a Sunday mornin’ matinee,
I must know the words to a thousand songs, I even know the chords to a few
And I do my best to play every request but there’s one song I just won’t do….

(chorus)

I don’t wanna play that margarita song any more,
I been playin’ that damn song every night since nineteen seventy four,
If I hear it again, it’s gonna drive me insane,
So I don’t wanna play that margarita song any more.

The tourists come in with their bright red skin, lookin’ like the tourists do,
With a Mickey t-shirt, a sun visor hat, wearin’ shorts with black socks and shoes,
They sit down and order up the early bird and I know that it won’t be long,
They’ll get up from the bar, put a dollar in my tip jar, and ask for the same damn song…but

(chorus)
I don’t wanna play that margarita song any more,
I been playin’ that damn song every night since nineteen seventy four,
If I hear it again, it’s gonna drive me insane,
So I don’t wanna play that margarita song any more.

Now don’t get me wrong, I love a “Jimmy” song,
But there’s somethin’ that’s just gotta be said,
Just because I’m holding a guitar in my hands,
Don’t mean I got a parrot on my head!

So come on down to my little tiki bar on the intercoastal waterway,
Have a bite to eat, have a drink or two, listen to me sing and play,
I’ll do a little country, a little rock’n’roll, I’ll even doo-wop for you,
And I’ll do my best to play your every request, just remember my one little rule,

(chorus)
I don’t wanna play that margarita song any more,
I been playin’ that damn song every night since nineteen seventy four,
If I hear it again, it’s gonna drive me insane,
So I don’t wanna play that margarita song any more.


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This Lyric is #242

Cardinal in the Snow ©2005 Marian Mastrorilli

Mid-December mornings the landscape has turned bleak
Sun won’t break the clouds to melt the ice upon the creek
Mercury sinks low, riotous winds blow
All around, there’s whiteness on the ground

Strands of colored light blink artificial cheer
Strains of Silent Night ring in my ear
But things are not so bright anywhere this year
Not like yesterday
So I pray

I need a thing of beauty
A haunting piano line
A sudden burst of color
Splashed against the sky
I need some kind of sign
That I have not been beaten
A glimpse of the divine
To take me back to Eden

Humidifier’s low, blankets piled high
Never quite alone, with two cats by my side
I wish I could’ve known what would turn the tide
I can’t get warm to this new norm

I need a thing of beauty
A haunting cello line
A sudden burst of color
Splashed against the sky
I need some kind of sign
That I have not been beaten
A glimpse of the divine
To take me back to Eden

Now right outside my window
A cardinal in the snow
Casts a flash of fire against the ashen glow
The simple scene inspires a single ray of hope
Like a Christmas card in my backyard

For it was a thing of beauty
Art upon the air
Across the grey horizon
A flight out of despair
Cardinal in the snow
Vision made of splendor
Take me where you go
Make my pain surrender

Cardinal in the snow
Vision made of splendor
Take me where you go
Make my pain surrender
Cardinal in the snow
Don’t know where you’ll be
Find your way back home
To your destiny



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This Lyric is #243

Never Give Up Your Dream


The oldest people living tell us
Dreaming keeps the world together…
Hold on…

Sometimes it’s a sweet tsilugi *
Sometimes it’s a rainy night
Mist rising from the heat of autumn
When the nuts fall ripe
It could be the snow chest-high and gleaming
Or a feather eagle-gold
From the tiniest creature to the elders above
Got to dream until the Earth grows old
Forever…

Hold on to your dream
Give it room to fly…

It could be respect and honor
Or a tiny hand in yours
Could be standin’ on a mountaintop, a Harley or a shiny car—
Doesn’t matter, if the dream is yours
Sometimes it’s the arms around you
To be a family and have close friends
It’s the land in bloom, your time to dance
So that the dreaming never ends
Forever…

Hold on to your dream
Give it room to fly

What do the rocks dream?
What do the trees say?—
Never give up your dream
Never give up the sight
Never give up your dream—
Hold on to the light…

(vocalise)

c2000
(lyrics-Joan Henry)



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This Lyric is #244

Breathe

When it’s time for something new
You feel it like the tide feels the phases of the moon
Like springtime, poised to bloom
Like butterfly, shedding it’s cocoon

Everything is changing
As it should be
And you just gotta fly
Now you got your wings
Trust that they will take you
Where you need to be
And when you’re feeling anxious
Breathe, baby breathe
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe!

Cause it isn’t always easy
And it does require strength
Embracing the unknown
Performing acts of faith
But life would not inspire you
To take those faithful leaps
If it hadn’t first conspired to
Provide you with the means

Everything is changing
As it should be
And you just gotta fly
Now you got your wings
Trust that they will take you
Where you need to be
And when you’re feeling anxious
Breathe, baby breathe
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe!

Lyrics by Kathy Nelson 2006





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This Lyric is #245

'Climb' by Dan Bredesen
Genre: Cont. Christian

Chorus: Climb the highest mountain. Swim the deepest sea. Fly to highest Heaven. What are they to thee ?
In the deepest forest or the desert bear, There my heart will find you, for You are there.

Verse: With the pain of disappointment, when I feel I've played the fool.
Comes the need to doubt your mercy, when I think "Lord, where were you" ?
Ev'ry footstep seems a mile, on the road back to my life.

With the beauty of the setting sun, comes the cold and dark of night.
Just a few more hours and the Son will bring the light.


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This Lyric is #246

Laugh About Later
by Jeff Payne
© 2002 Jeff Payne

Verse 1:
I worked graveyard shifts for many years
Come home sometimes my wife in tears
But I’d fall asleep before my head would hit the pillow.
Some troubles here and some struggles there
Sometimes it feels like more than we can bear
But through it all, we’ve stood together
With the promises of one day it’ll be better.

Chorus:
One day we’ll be sittin’ outside our home
A beautiful yard with plenty of land for us to roam
A waterfall in the scenery
Sadie and Cody climbing trees
And in my arms my wife, I will take her
Cause, now, we’re just making memories we’ll laugh about later

Verse 2:
Baby sittin’s just not quite the same
As havin’ a child with your last name
And so we longed, to start our family
The passing days turned into years
I can’t tell how many tears have been cried
But we realize, a time will come when our desires will be satisfied

Chorus:
One day we’ll be standing beside the ocean
When sadness of any kind won’t be a notion
And we’ll watch our son and daughter
Running in and out of the water
And in my arms my wife, I will take her
Cause, now, we’re just making memories we’ll laugh about later

Bridge:
Some times the days can seem to be so tough
And all you want to do is just give up
But together we’ll make it over that hill
Yes, one day, we will …

One day we’ll be sittin’ outside our home
A beautiful yard with plenty of land for us to roam
And no matter how busy we’ll be that day
With our grandchildren we will play
And in my arms my wife, I will take her
Yes, in my arms my wife, I will thank her
Cause, now, we’re just making memories we’ll laugh about later



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