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Trust
03:19
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TRUST
I read a quote of
Eleanor’s at the Cafe,
“Do something that
scares you everyday.”
Ever since then, I have
stopped hiding away.
I can’t keep this light
to myself on my way, on my way.
You’ve got to move to
change the state you’re in.
You’ve got to roll
to strike all the pins.
You’ve got to get on
if you’re driving the bus.
The race has begun
and we must trust.
When I find myself
in an unknown place,
I can see old friends
in each new face.
And when the fear
takes hold, you will find
I am beside you.
The road may curve
but we’ll just have to ride;
we’ll just have to ride through...
You can hide from your fate,
you can hide from your day.
You can hide from your pain
‘til your light goes away.
If you don’t like what
you’re thinking about,
then you can shift.
You can turn it around.
Hope brings motion,
motion brings change;
Change is your friend when
the going gets strange.
When the going gets strange...
...and we must trust.
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2. |
I Am Here
04:25
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I AM HERE
It's so isolating
to ride up on this cycle
with fear of being idle,
with my anger on parade.
In saying that I have no time,
I limit my lucidity,
become an addict to validity,
I take myself out of my prime.
I have time, I have time
If I step out of the story
then I get the chance to see-
There's a bigger picture here,
something more for me.
I am here and I am needed.
I will stand up and be greeted
by what comes my way.
I will fill my day with love;
with love, with love, with love.
Always justifying my existence,
always chained to my reactions,
In a moment of resistance,
I might get some satisfaction.
In saying that there’s not enough,
I’m holding on to scarcity,
clinging to adversity
as if I’ve got it rough.
I have enough. I am enough.
If I step out of the story,
then I get the chance to see
there's a bigger picture here.
Something more than me...
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3. |
Love Song
03:30
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LOVE SONG
In the place
my wonder comes from,
there, I find you.
Your face shines in my sky.
In your heart
where the world comes from,
there, you will find me.
Your eyes dance
in my mind.
So, come with me.
We will sail on the wind.
We will sway
among the yellow grass.
When you be
beside me,
I am real.
Though my eyes
be closed forever,
still, I would find you.
You shine across my time.
So come with me.
We will sail on the wind.
We will sway
among the yellow grass.
When you be
beside me,
I am real.
In the place
my wonder comes from,
there...I find you.
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4. |
Lines in The Land
05:14
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LINES IN THE LAND
Traipsing the Michael-Mary
as the sky lanterns rise
in an arc-aligned sign
over Glastonbury.
We feel the power
going into our hands
on this New Year’s night.
It’s the land’s way of saying
“hello, I’ve got so much to tell you, there’s so much to know.”
There’s a circle of stones
in a green carpet field,
there’s something inside us
that’s starting to yield.
Standing over us...
watching over us.
The red and white springs rising.
Tiny candles, they guard.
they are holding a space when
our hearts becomes hard.
When our hopes become barren,
the branches of trees
reach out to embrace us,
before our souls freeze.
Go out past the ruins
and see what this means.
There’s an intricate weave
between seen and unseen,
pulsing life into Winter
until white becomes green.
Standing over us, Watching over us
There are lines in the land
that are unmarred by time.
They hum to us softly
converging in rhyme.
Like the song that we sing
at the start of the year,
it was penned in the past
and it calls us to hear.
Standing over us, Watching over us
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5. |
Stuck
03:29
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STUCK
I was stuck sitting inside self pity
in the heart of the city of Woe-Is-Me.
Peace came along
saying you can be strong.
Look inside and see.
But I ran away saying that’s okay,
I will see you another day;
Too many things that I must do.
Until then, there’s no time for you.
So I climbed a ladder
and I scaled a wall,
and I reached the top
and I began to fall.
I was losing power,
I was losing steam,
I was so unhappy,
I had lost my dream...
So I wrote a book
and then I sang a song,
and I painted a picture
but before too long
my thoughts ran dry
and I started to cry,
I’m stuck in the desert
and I don’t know why.
I was stuck sitting inside self pity
in the heart of the city of Woe-Is-Me.
Peace came along saying
you can be strong.
Look inside and see.
So I heaved a big sigh
and I opened wide
and I let peace come inside.
Well, all at once I was feeling strong,
time was sweet and life was long.
There’s so many things
that I’d like to do,
but with peace inside
they can all ring true.
So if you’re stuck
sitting inside self-pity
in the heart of the city of Woe-Is-Me,
when peace comes along
saying you can be strong...
don’t wait as long as me.
Look inside and see. Look inside.
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GOD’S SPIES
(King Lear:Act 5, scene 3)
(Inspired by Shakespeare / King Lear)
Sometimes love's depths
can find no words
to paint the picture properly.
Break the silence,
speak your truth,
or court uncertain misery.
For some it's all a battleground;
reaping sorrow from mock rage.
But the two of us,
together we’ll sing like birds;
even when we're feeling caged.
As we head off, it occurs to me
there are so many ways to give,
like in King Lear Act 5 Scene 3...
“So we’ll live...
and we’ll pray and sing
and tell old tales
and laugh at
gilded butterflies,
and take upon us
the mystery of things,
as if we were God's spies.”
We can rail against the storm,
keep the fool for company.
Be sad, go mad,
become a crown-less king.
Still, it's down to you and me.
The news is like the tide,
with who loses and who wins.
Pacts and sects of great ones,
who is out and who is in,
ebbs and flows like the moon
while we’re wandering on the heath.
Oh, that fickle changing loon
with us playing underneath!
As we head off it occurs to me,
there’s still time to forgive.
Like in King Lear Act 5 Scene 3...
“So we’ll live...
We are telling different tales;
secrets falling from our lips.
When our eyes are free from scales,
we can see what was eclipsed.
“So, we’ll pray, and sing,
and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies,
And take upon's
the mystery of things,
as if we were God's spies.”
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7. |
Dream Unspoken
03:14
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DREAM UNSPOKEN
Driving in my car today,
trying to find some color
in a world gone gray.
I heard an old song,
made me leap inside;
I thought of you and
I laughed, and then I cried.
I remember, I remember
the twinkle in your eye,
the fire in my heart.
A bond of understanding
that can't be torn apart.
Remember a time when
your lungs filled with song?
It was a new sensation...
you knew that you belonged!
I remember,
I remember,
a dream unspoken
by us all,
a love that
broke down every wall.
I remember,
I remember it all.
It seems so
easy to forget
the splendor
of a single sunset,
the importance and the beauty of friendship.
It keeps us alive.
We can never let it slip.
I remember, I remember,
photographs
and phone calls,
visits and the letters,
help repaint the pictures
which over time
have weathered.
I sing to you now
of who we were then,
all that we are
and what we’ll be
when we meet again...
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8. |
World Of Peace
03:58
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A WORLD OF PEACE
Sometimes I am afraid of change.
I want things just to stay the same.
I think that we’re moving too fast
when we say forgive the past.
There’s so much to learn
from each other;
we can only make it together.
I’ll give you smile; a smile is for giving.
Now is the time for living.
A world of peace, war will cease.
I can see you are me in disguise.
Let me open up my eyes.
A world of peace, war will cease.
I can see you are me in disguise.
Let me wipe the tears from your eyes.
Sometimes, I think that there’s a way,
only one way to play the game.
Holding onto the dark of night,
trying to hold back the incoming light.
There’s so much to learn
from each other.
We can only make it together.
I’ll give you a smile; a smile is forgiving.
Now is the time for living...
We can only make it together.
We can only make it
a world of peace...
Sometimes I am afraid of change.
I want things just to stay the same.
But what if peace could come at last,
if we chose to forgive the past?
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THE GREAT CONSTELLATION
For Madmen Only (Inspired by Hermann Hesse / Steppenwolf)
“If I had the pieces in my pocket and
I could change my life, would I change my life?”
Harry Haller and Hermann Hesse sat down
in Hermann’s mind to play a game of chess.
Harry did the foxtrot while Hermann made his move
and spoke about Siddhartha
and the need for solitude, inside.
Harry is half-wolf and with his queen
denies the bishop access to the castle,
which is where he keeps his pride.
“I will take your queen but then I’ll be your pawn.
Cheer up, Harry; sing a madman’s song tonight!”
“You are the Great Constellation!
Not just one soul in isolation.”
Your King is in check, and your life is a wreck.
Leave the razor and blaze a new trail.
Harry loves the knight and is seeking second sight.
“Don’t be so worried that your life is going to fail.
Listen to life’s music on the radio.
This sadness is a tyrant you can overthrow.” ...
“Laugh with the immortals, overcome the hurdles!
Handel is disfigured by the radio
but it doesn’t bring him down.
You know genius isn’t tarnished by technology.
Play this little game with me, you’ll see.
Listen to life’s music on the radio.
This sadness is a tyrant we can overthrow.”...
A sky full of souls, you play all the roles.”
You are the great constellation!
“I have the pieces in my pocket. I can change my life.”
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10. |
Child in Space
03:47
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CHILD IN SPACE
We are all part of a child in space.
One body, one heart, one race.
We are all atoms dancing face to face,
and the bond that we can’t see between us,
keeps us in this place.
While the left hand wrestles with the right,
the belly goes hungry, eyes shut tight.
If I could reach across the great divide,
our tears would become nourishment
and heal us from inside.
And the darkness would fade...
if I could hasten the day.
We are all part of a child in space.
One body, one heart, one race.
We are all atoms dancing face to face,
and the bond that we can see between us,
keeps us in this place.
One body, one heart, one race.
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11. |
Relief
02:00
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RELIEF
I was empty, I was tired.
I was drowning there in grief.
But I know If I had to hate you,
I would never know relief.
You silenced every mother singing,
“Safe from harm.”
Sisters, friends and brothers,
they were stolen from our arms.
Now, we are lights cast into darkness.
We are hope from love’s lost strength.
But I know I must have hope for you.
I must believe we all can change.
I must let Mercy lead the way.
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12. |
Laugh With Me
04:23
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Laugh With Me
I used to think that life was just a race to reach a point called win;
to be happy in the end, but the point is to begin.
Every day’s a lifetime, another chance to choose
how I’ll be remembered; as a blessing or the blues.
What I have to give inside becomes the portion that I’ll keep.
The love that I receive becomes the harvest that I’ll reap.
Let me be remembered for something true.
Not for what I am alone, but for who I am with you.
Laugh with me and life bursts open into Spring.
Sing with me and see what harmony we’re bringing. Hold my hand and I’ll lead you to a quiet stream.
Together we will understand the meaning of this dream...the meaning of this.
Without you I’m a shadow dancing in the frame of time,
a scribbled line of prose but with you, an endless rhyme.
Every day’s a lifetime, another chance to choose
how I’ll be remembered; as a blessing or the blues...
A book, a song, a story, without love there’s no glory.
What is the center of it all? ...
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The Levins Congers, New York
From harmony in voice to harmony for humanity, husband and wife duo, The Levins, uplift and unite with unflinchingly feel-
good folk-pop, infectious musicality, sharp songwriting skills, and a unique approach to vocal harmonies that is both soulful and unexpected.
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