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Gone
04:08
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*The prayer candle burned all the way down.
*The circus makeup wiped off of the clown.
*The innocence and wonder of youth.
*The days we knew a lie from the truth.
To their absence, we now pray
Gone, Gone, Gone
*Sunflowers plowed under; seeds litter the field.
*Dreams of moonlight, Dawn refusing to yield.
*Warmth of a bonfire, A guardian angels tear.
*The sacred promise you whispered in my ear.
To their absence, we now pray
Gone, Gone, Gone
*So much precious time, Keeps marching right along.
*More sand in the hourglass, no longer feeling so strong
*Mother and fathers’ hands, it will all be ok.
*Like the long-lost dreams of yesterday
To their absence, we now pray
Gone, Gone, Gone
Gone but not forgotten, gone but not forgotten.
Gone but not forgotten, gone but not forgotten.
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Anxiety
03:58
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Why does it seem like
we can’t ever get away.
Bad news keeps spreading
invading our sanctuaries night and day
Ravens gather along the fence
the congress getting more intense
Shotgun blast, the bullets spray
Scavengers away!!
Coursing up through my veins
Like a prisoner rattling rusty chains. Anxiety
2am still pacing the floor
Keeping the darkness outside the door, Anxiety
A fractured heart, a spirit blind
A troubled body, and a troubled mind
Relying on your fellow man
And the elusive, slippery helping hand
The first step is the hardest
Pulling back from the abyss
Shaky ground, the spell begins to break
I wish you could understand how it really feels
When panic cruelly takes you by the hand
Dreams provide no respite
Frustration to never break my will
Like Sisyphus I go
Rolling my rock up the never-ending hill
One small step for mankind
One giant leap for me
And tomorrow it all begins again!
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A transcendental step back in time
People , places, and events
Re-animated inside your mind
Along the lines of fate
Our futures and past spin intertwined
Photos and film bring back to life again.
The click of the reels
Specs of dust on the lens
The white screen raised before the kitchen wall
Each illuminated frame
pulls us backwards in time.
When we once travelled arm and arm with you
Black and white, Colors so bright
Faded polaroid’s, super 8’s too
You may be gone, but the memories are strong
I join in communion with you
Frozen in time, happy birthday
You are alive in my eyes my old friends
A tear suddenly forms.
When you appear on the screen
*I’ve been kept in this box way too long.
*I’m unleashed through the lamp
*New generations see the joy
*Celluloid magic , my heart’s filled with song.
Not a voice to be heard
Yet we are not silent
Distant memories Fill the absence of sound
A handwritten note
Describe the characters within
And the beloved treasures abound.
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I roll down the window
Sweet jasmine and orange blossoms fill the air
A bent-up mailbox, a crooked wooden gate
Swing-set abandoned, rusty chains hanging in the air
Sadly, pacing through the yard
Gaze down at the stump, where our mighty oak once stood
Catch a cool breeze rolling off the pacific
Front porch falling away, Nature taking back the rotting wood.
(chorus)
There once was laughter
Family history was made on this spot
Now just weeds up to the knees
Around the home that time forgot.
At sunrise we’d saddle the horses
Ride along the arroyo till it got too warm
Lay down grandmas quilted blanket, chill the beers in the creek
Siesta until the afternoon was gone
(Bridge) Open up the memory box, the one you hold so dear
Use the key, turn the lock, it’s why your standing here
Yes, there were some tears shed
To a time and a place now long gone
from a dirt driveway, to the smooth escape of a 2-lane highway
It’s better not to look in the rear-view mirror
And leave precious memories where they belong.
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Friends
03:50
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Resting in their cases
sleeping silently thru the night
The blue, orange, and red velvet
holding the lacquered wood in tight
Some on stands some on hooks
Displayed on the studio wall
With 4, 6, 8 and 12 strings
Awaiting the artists’ call
Friends in need, friends indeed
In good times and in bad
The straps, the strings, the chord that rings
The best friend you ever had
Craving 60’s pop? Give Ricky a shot
The tremolo sounding so sweet
Some Nashville twang? Then Tele is your man
Twin Reverb makes the sound complete
A ballad like hank? There’s Martin to thank
For the high and lonesome wail
The guild 12 string made with angel’s wings
The tumbleweeds on the dusty trail
Guitars are made from living, breathing things
Wood carries the spirits hidden inside
a bridge, some tuners, frets to divide
The magic comes when fingers are applied
When Kentucky calls,
An A frame fills the need
Doghouse Bass, some bourbon whiskey
Timeless Bluegrass spirits are freed
Everyone gets a chance
The Musial circle moves along
Fountain Pen meets paper
And releases the power of a brand-new song.
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Cleanse the Dirt
04:14
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Track marks down the arm
Blood stains on the seat
He once was a CEO
Now scores his fix on the street
Wanders along realities edge
Can no longer stand the pain
Downs a handful of Oxy-Contin
Steps in front of the Bullet train
Will the angels swoop down
And resurrect them from the grime?
Bodies piled up at the pearly gates
More and more coming all the time
Well maybe just one more shot!
And then I really have to split
Sirens race to the crumpled bodies
Of the family that he just hit
The evil we do, make no mistake
Can’t cleanse all the dirt, no matter how hard we shake.
3 in the back,
and one to the head
Why keep shooting ?
He’s already dead.
Raise your voice!
A shattered community pleads.
EMT’s close the doors.
A New widow falls down to her knees.
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