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Letting it All Go
03:29
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Rushing in, rushing out – frantically
Find a space, wind it down – breathe in deep
Letting it all go, be free
Black is white, right is wrong - paradox
Search the sky, try to solve – everything
Time brings the answers, just let it all go, be free
As, the waves, climb the shoreline
Relinquish with the tide
Finding wrong, criticize – weighing down
Love’s a light, load to bear – this is how
Letting it all go, be free
Answers sit, on the shelf – old clichés
This is what, you should know – break away
And let it all go, finding a way to be free
Watch, the birds, ride the thermals
Stationary wings
Falling down, being hurt – left behind
Afraid to grow, old alone – wasting time
Just let it all go, be free
Look beyond, leave behind – all the past
Live for what, matters most – no regrets
Letting it all go, finding a way to be free
Thunder, vibrates through my window
Fields soak in the rain
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2. |
Most Unlikely
04:11
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Take me, away from this place
Escape from here, to new reality
And then one winter morning
Although it’s cold, a warm air rushes in
Floating down, parachutes so beautiful
Two strangers landing in the same small town
Most Unlikely
Collide like two meteors
The glow so bright, it takes my breath away
Has this happened before?
Something unique, it’s all a mystery
Turn around, here I am the quiet one
Elusive hummingbird can you catch me?
Most Unlikely
Come with me, we’ll ride the trains in Italy
We’ll buy a villa and live happily
Most Unlikely
I blink and nothing’s the same
I soon will feel like running through the hills
This path, unknown destination
But I don’t mind, as long as you’re with me
Venture out, take my hand climb to the top
Will take a leap across the Grand Canyon!
Most Unlikely
Floating down, parachutes so beautiful
Two strangers landing in the same small town
Most Unlikely
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3. |
Another Time
04:04
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Rain pitter patter, wake from a dream
Trying to recall the scenes - rewind
Recall the scenes
Familiar places, unknown actors
Telling me they are my friends, for life
Strange as it seems, they comfort me
Is this a sign of the future?
Snapshots of another time
Stare at the ceiling, contemplating
Rain is now a drizzle, outside
Quiet and gray
Is this a crazy illusion?
My life in another time
Visions of another time
Piecing together, the story board
From act one to the curtain, the end
What will it be?
Is this a movie with laughter?
Is this a biography?
Nothing to lose by just hoping
Living in another time
Dreaming of another time
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A dry rocky barren land in,
Southern Afghanistan
Thinking how cool it would be,
To host our so-called enemy
I'd load them in a VW van,
And drive them to a root beer stand
We'd laugh while eating chili dogs,
Frosty mugs and then...
We'd drop our weapons in the sand,
And we'd build a root beer stand
I'd gather all the girls and boys,
Escape from the chaotic noise
Thinking how cool it would be,
To host all of humanity
We'd load them in a VW van,
And drive them to a root beer stand
We'd laugh then we'd cry,
Raise our frosty mugs to the sky
Find common ground in simple things,
Tell jokes while eating onion rings
Dreaming how cool it would be,
If everyone sang in harmony
Drive around in VW vans,
Singing all the way to the root beer stand
We'd laugh then we'd try,
Shed the past, reach for the sky
We'd laugh then we'd cry,
Raise our frosty mugs to the sky
A root beer stand....in Afghanistan
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5. |
Waiting for Summer
04:06
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Once we saw colors, red and gold
Burning like fire, on the hill
Waiting, for summer
Trees stand like bones and, pray for sun
Once we heard music, in the fields
Echoing ancient melodies
Waiting, for summer
The silent snow is, fast asleep
Iʼll find the shelter where you hide away, my love
Clear a path up to your door
Throw back the curtains ʻtill a million beams of light
Refracting green and blue
Once we saw colors burning
Like fire on the hill
Once we hear music playing
Echoing through the hills
Waiting, for summer
The frozen stems will, rise again
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6. |
Waterfront Park
03:12
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Dark coffee stains on his shirt
Want for not, at Waterfront Park
Homeless yet he’s perfectly home
Sea urchin crawls across ocean floor
Down so deep, there’s no light at all
Riches to rags, is the story I’m told
Branches grow; gale force brings them down
No hindsight, nothing to change
All is OK living in the park
Not so dark
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Trail of the Wind
03:50
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Time and time again, deviate the plan
Stepping off the beaten path, wondering where I’ll land
In the trail of the wind, new life will spring once more
Much wiser than before, no more vanity
Find, new under the sun
Slow, and easy now, shift the paradigm
Love thy neighbor as yourself, release and refine
In the trail of the wind, new life will spring once more
Much wiser than before, no more vanity
There’s, new under the sun
In the trail of the wind, new life will spring once more
Much wiser than before, no more vanity
New under the sun
Sing a simple song, memorize the words
Share it on the Internet, help to spread the word
In the trail of the wind, new life will spring once more
Much wiser than before, no more vanity
Find, new under the sun
In the trail of the wind, new life will spring once more
Much wiser than before, no more vanity
New under the sun
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8. |
Little Did I Know
02:57
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The man on the moon, looking down
What does he see?
He looks through the haze, the ocean blue
Melting the glaciers away
Little did I know
It’s a fallacy, some will say
Nothing is wrong
The flowers still grow, the sun still shines
Sweeping it under the sand
Little did I know
If only the sea could just talk, tell me the truth
I don’t feel so good, please rescue me
And all that swims inside me
Little did I know
The human race, and its complacency
One day we’ll all know
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9. |
The Caretaker
03:09
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Fall turned to Spring, don’t remember a thing
Guess we never had a winter this year
Every time the sky turns to grey, yellow Daffodils light my way
Just a moment they say
And every now and then you save me, from a dark and empty place
You bring me back to life
Like when you read his poetry, he said to me, you are such a good wife
Every single day
Caretaker, caretaker bring me my pen
Let me, write some poetry to this man
Every time my mind fades to blank, I'm on a strange riverbank
Just for a moment they say
Spring turns to Fall, don’t remember at all
Guess we, never had a summer this year
Caretaker, caretaker fetch me my pen,
Let me, write some poetry to this man
Once upon a time years ago, he came in from the snow
I fell for him that I know
Every time my mind fades to blank, I’m on a strange river bank
Just a moment they say
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10. |
Pete's Last Cigar
04:21
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Pete, was his nickname, a boy who loved, ’ole popcorn Pete
School of hard knocks and then some, followed his dreams, boy from the farm
White shoes and Cadillacs, blue polyester pants
T-bones on the grill, playin’ his Gibson guitar
Blue Gills off the pier, Phillip cigar, perched in his jaw
Buck Owen’s red white and blue, Hee Haw and then, Roy Acuff tunes
RVs to modulars, old Amish carpenters
One big family, coffee at the B & B
Drive, to Florida, sip yellow birds, down by the pool
Hoosiers in Sarasota, a farmer’s tan, goats in the sun
Wabash Cannon Ball, mouth harp and grand harmonica
Learning to play his guitar, listening to Grand ‘Ole Opry
Now and again I remember the sound of his voice - ”Hey there you boys”
Seems like it was yesterday
March ’82 my mom called, she said ‘Ole Pete went home to God
Resting with his last cigar
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