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great american novel
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I could tell you again that I always want you,
but I know you’ll never change.
And I could tell you that I always want you to be mine.
But I know you’ll never change your mind.
I lay open before you, contents up and cover down,
but you move to turn the page.
I am bound by my love to say the words that I must say.
But I know you’ll never change your mind.
No, I know you’ll never change your mind.
And steadily I find myself
growing more and more uncomfortable
with memories of “I love you” and “always you’ll be mine.”
If I tell you again that I’ll always want you
would you begin to feel the pain
that I’m afraid to realize
is more than “yours” and more than “mine”?
do the others ever change their minds?
And steadily I find myself growing
more and more uncomfortable with
memories of “I love you” and “always you’ll be mine.”
So now unfolds before me the trail of tears, the path of lies
that I have worked hard to disguise.
Somewhere far down that road, when I am older, I am wise,
I will write the “great American novel.”
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sunshine's rolling in
02:03
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time
give me time
cause there’s so many things that I want to do
with you
sunshine’s rolling in
my cup is fuller than it’s ever been
in you
sight
give me sight
cause there’s so many things that I want to see
with you
sunshine’s rolling in
my cup is fuller than it’s ever been
in you
peace
give us peace
to break down the barriers
between me and you
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the problem with time
03:45
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Volumes on the bookshelves, books all on the chairs.
Stereo at volume, and I don’t even care.
I lost my inspiration when I lost my sense of fear.
So I’ve brewed a pot of coffee I’ll sit and wait right here
& that’s the problem with time
Like a temple to the east wind, where a thousand offerings died.
I speak a stormy invocation to the ailing kick inside.
In a search for vindication for the crazy thoughts I’ve had
I’ll offer up my latest and pray it’s not so bad.
& that’s the problem with time
Take a walk upon the lake. Take an hour take a day.
Take whatever time it takes to settle down, but
given all the things I want, and the things I think I need…
Pressed a shirt and waistcoat trousers and a tie.
I even shined my shoes up I’m not sure why I try.
It’s the hint of desperation that always spoils the plan.
So I’ll meet with consummation but I’ll never shake her hand.
& that’s the problem with time.
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12 fires of harold
02:50
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He gets up, gets out of bed,
it’s another day so he bows his head
Set out to face the world
In his step a spring, in his mind a pearl
12 fires of harold
burn bright through all of time
chaos moves to order
and reason moves to rhyme
Sets out in his own way
Not listening to the demands of the day
Searches to find the peace that’s there
Find the peace, oh find and share
12 fires of harold
burn bright through all of time
chaos moves to order
and reason moves to rhyme
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teach
03:01
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How can I say that I’m sorry?
How can I say I was wrong?
How can I say I’ve been caught in this game for too long?
How can I take back those words
I flung out of fear and frustration?
Hard times and pain have pulled me back in the game after all.
We teach our children well:
your feelings never tell
and when you’re afraid, to lash out in hate.
Now I’ve grown to find
those games still in my mind.
And pushed to the brink, I react without thinking.
How can I say that I love you
when no one will teach me to love?
Hard times and pain can’t pull me back in the game if I love.
Let’s teach our children well
to love, above all else.
That reaching out to a friend
destroys fear, in the end.
My pride I do resign
so you I can invite
Into this life I’ve known as “my own.”
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the river
04:59
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Every night at about this time I wish I was a thousand miles away
From here
To the place where the river started, where the river started
To appear
And mind seems to evaporate in this jungle of burning thoughts
And time seems to evaporate in this jungle of burning thoughts
And hope, does hope evaporate? Well, I’m hoping against hope it’s not
The river that evaporates when its’ sources together are not
Walking down to the banks of the river my eyes can only
See so deep
But I’m on this river now and there’s something about it
I want to keep
And mind seems to evaporate in this jungle of burning thoughts
And time seems to evaporate in this jungle of burning thoughts
And hope, does hope evaporate? Well, I’m hoping against hope it’s not
The river that evaporates when its’ sources together are not
The path this river takes, it may be crooked it may be straight
The path this river takes, it may be shaped it may be fate
The path this river takes will bend trees and bury slate, but will
The path this river takes every join with that great lake
The path this river takes
The path this river takes
The path this river takes
The path this river takes
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the sea
04:23
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With good intentions, but a week behind,
trying hard to make up the time,
I’ll take some time to say “I love you.”
We put to sea at the break of day.
The wind is steady and the sky is grey.
We sail her where we want to.
Take me there. Wash me in your waters slowly.
Take me there.
We reap the winds while the morning blows
and thank the stars for the evening shows.
It’s picture perfect as it ought to be.
See for miles as the darkness falls.
Nothing stirs and nothing calls.
We can be just where we want to be.
Take me there. Drop me in your waters gently.
Take me there.
The veil of silence blown away by storm.
The wind howls and the rigging’s torn.
It will take us where it wants to.
Crash of water ripping deck and sails.
Becomes a morgue, a crystal jail.
It will take us where it wants to.
Take me there. Seal me in your waters quickly.
Take me there.
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clover
02:11
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should have been oh could have been
i’m the one who should have been
in this land and in this town
learning the ways that you set down
over and over
your heart’s the clover
you sing, you dance, now I’m entranced
should have been oh could have been
you’re the one who should have been
in the land and in this town
chasing all your dreams around
over and over
your heart’s the clover
you sing, you dance, now I’m entranced
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grace
03:07
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Just over the mountain is a place where I have heard
People can worship the way they want to
And I would go there with my family and my friends
Though the unknown now it really scares me
Oh we could walk a thousand footsteps
Never knowing where they would land
But still we’d go on trying
That’s what grace demands
Just over the ocean is a place where I have heard
People live together the way they want to
And I would go there with my family and my friends
Though the unknown now it really scares me
Oh we could build a thousand tall ships
Never knowing if they would sail
But still we’d go on trying
Grace it must prevail
Just over the turnpike is a place where I have heard
People live crammed into tall buildings
And I would go there with my family and my friends
Though the confusion now it really scares me
Oh we could build a thousand cities
Never knowing what they could hold
But still we’d go on trying
Grace it makes us bold
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land of sun
03:56
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Here’s a wall for the things that I believe
Here’s the strings that make up the web I weave
I was born in a land of sun
And I lived there till I was four
But I never think of it anymore
Here’s a way for the games, the games we play
Here’s a tone to help the melody
I was born in a land of sun
And I lived there till I was four
But I never think of it anymore
You my child will need to get this for yourself
But I hope you never deny the wealth
Of the things that bind us to the sun
Or the pain that keeps us all undone
I was born in a land of sun
And I lived there till I was four
But I never think of it anymore
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nature mother nature
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Nature, Mother Nature, You've always fixed my soul
Put me back together and you made me whole
I don't believe it, what I do in return
I make you sick, I make you dead, I make your forests burn
Nature, Mother, Nature, the society we're in
seems bound together in corporate sin
I don't believe it, what I do in return
With my silent endorsements as the money wheels turn
Nature, Mother Nature, I think they've got the right idea
These monks in Sri Lanka who've been ordaining trees
I want to be called to this new religion where
Rivers are priests and hills do teach the truth about land and air.
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jenn
03:20
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Jennifer, taking picture perfect.
Window to the world and to the heart.
Memories look good on paper,
But be careful not to let them near your heart.
And you’ve got the will to make it wonderful.
Heaven is in your hand and a sparkle in your eye.
But you can’t deny, if he loves he will never leave your side.
He’ll change your life.
Jenn, shining smile and laughter
Hiding all the fear that plays inside.
If you remember this for ever after
The serenade will slowly change your heart.
And you’ve got the will to make it wonderful.
Heaven is in your hand and a sparkle in your eye.
You can’t deny, when he’s gone he will never leave your side.
We change your life.
Alone is a state of silence.
Loneliness is itself a state of mind.
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fight
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Did the time when the bombs came down not have a big enough effect on you
Or did something deep inside not snap when it was supposed to
Tell me now, when the walls fell in and we were trapped inside
Did that not make you want to stop every part of this lie
Or did the colours of hate pouring from their eyes not make you want to die
There are things worth fighting for
But never in, violent war
Can you open the door
To a world of change, a society rearranged, or a peaceful day
Did the time when we were alone fill you with so much fear
Or did the things they taught us at that camp change your ability to tear
Tell me now, did the babies cry not fill your heart with some strange melody
Or did the outstretched arms of the man on the hill not remind you of that tree
There are things worth fighting for
But never in, violent war
Can you open the door
To a world of change, a society rearranged, or a peaceful day
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home
03:26
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So what can you say when a child turns a wandering eye to you
and the stories you were told no longer hold the meaning that you knew?
An image of the world as changing is hardly going to do.
And a life that’s only changing is empty and untrue.
This is your home; it’s a story to be told.
This is your home.
What can you do when you lose your time for living working late?
It’s a curious thing that spending time on living is called a “waste.”
In the middle of the darkest evening and at the break of day
There are people who’ve come to know you and a place to steal away.
This is your home; there’s warmth to light the place.
This is your home.
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teardrops
01:28
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Teardrops coming.
Very sadly, but fast,
as you start to cry.
You turn your head the other way,
while people try to help.
As they realize nothing can help.
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