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Brown leaves Cascade Down the Stream

The fire all dies down to embers.
Your face fades from this dream.
May soon has turned to December.
Brown leaves cascade down the stream.

Once it was young in the year.
All sunlight and green were the trees.
But the leaves have now fallen like tears,
And drift slowly down to disappear in the sea.

Is it forever we part?
Are the flames not as dead as they seem?
Their branches laid bare as my heart,
Brown leaves cascade down the stream.
  


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Birds of Paradise

Lizzy and Emma
talkiní about the past,
wonderiní how the time could fly so fast.
Two birds of paradise
and two birds that were built to last.

Eveniní out the windowís all brick reds and grays.
Moonís cominí up in her final phase.
Two birds of paradise
on the table in a china vase.

Two old birds chirpiní,
enjoyiní pie and tea.
Radiatorís whisperiní
Ďbout how it used to be.

Lizzy and Emma,
their old thoughts might not be wise,
but the universe is hidiní
right behind their eyes.
Two birds just talkiní
and two birds of paradise.

Performance  -  http://goo.gl/X66Hf



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Magic Daddy

I cry out for my magic daddy.
Woke up. It's dark. I'm only four.
And all the monsters run for cover
when you come through that bedroom door.

You get grouchy when you're tired.
You're very tired now I see.
Forgive me Daddy, I've been dreaming
and dreams are something new for me.

Chorus:
I won't need you when I'm older,
and I get older every day.
You will shrink as I grow bigger,
and all your magic will fade away.

But for now you're magic Daddy.
And when I call you, you will come
to chase the monsters from my bad dreams.
Bring water please if I want some.

Repeat Chorus

Performance  -  http://goo.gl/Rl2Op



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God Don't Work Within the Laws of Man

God donít work within the laws of man.
God donít work within the laws of man.
He moves our hearts in mysterious ways
That serve a greater plan.
God donít work within the laws of man.

God donít favor a unique or special name.
God donít favor a unique or special name.
Call God any name you want.  
She likes them all the same.
God donít favor a unique or special name.

God donít care which scriptures we believe.
God donít care which scriptures we believe.
Godís magnitude is so much more
Than His creatures can conceive.
God donít care which scriptures we believe.

God donít worry if our brains can understand.
God donít worry if our brains can understand.
Our eternal souls are already safe
In the palm of Godís loviní hand.
God donít worry if our brains can understand.




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Then I Saw You Through That Door

I could not figure out
What the fuss was all about
In all the songs and poetry,
The composer's inspiration was lost on me.

Chorus:
They say that love has launched a thousand ships
And knocked heroes down upon their knees in tears.
Or delivered saving grace just in the nick of time,
But I never understood it all those years

Then I saw you through that door
And I felt things I never felt before.
When you smiled and waved at me
In one staggering revelation I could see . . . I could see.

Repeat Chorus:

As I approached your waiting hand,
I may have seemed to function, but I could barely stand.
The whole world changed that magic day
When love whispered all her secrets and carried me away.

Repeat Chorus:



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Carry Us Beyond

Vincent was a painter; some swear he was a saint.
He tried to find the infinite with a brush and oil paint.
But canvas can be a prison and colors hold you in their bonds
when you cannot find the color that will carry you beyond.

Carry him beyond. Carry him beyond.
He was searchiní for the color that would carry him beyond.
Carry us beyond. Carry us beyond.
Weíre all searchiní for the color that will carry us beyond.

Janine watches TV at night tryiní to set her heart aflame.
Just 22 and so in love the day she changed her name.
But the years and passion disappeared as if touched by a magic wand.
While her husband snores, sheís  surfiní for the color that will carry her beyond.

Carry her beyond. Carry her beyond.
Sheís searchiní for a color that can carry her beyond.
Carry us beyond. Carry us beyond.
Weíre all searchiní for the color that can carry us beyond.

William is retired. He lies in bed till noon.
Sits alone in this bar at night toastin' to the moon.
Had a family once, but that was summer leaves that fell into the pond.
Now heís drunk and old and still canít find the color that can carry him beyond.

Carry him beyond. Carry him beyond.
Heís been searchiní for the color that can carry him beyond.
Carry us beyond. Carry us beyond.
Weíre all searchiní for the color that can carry us beyond.




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Carnival Ride

First you will and then you wonít.
You say you do and then you donít.
Yet my heart still soars inside
on this crazy uppy-downy ride.
Itís a roller coaster in our carnival of love.

Itís caramel corn, then lemon sour.
A different ride with every hour.
Your love rears up then drops back down.
This romance canters round and round.
Itís a carousel in our carnival of love.

I can see the floor and then the sky.
We spiral down and then we fly.
You spin away and then we touch,
Yet I still love you very much,
On this tilt-a-whirl in our carnival of love.



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Weather Report

Cold.

Hot summer day, but it's cold.

Ninety-five in the shade, but it's cold 

since you went away.

Gray

Sun shinin' high, but it's gray.

Not a cloud in the sky, but it's gray

since you said goodbye.

Chorus:
Shiverin'

on an August afternoon.

The world seems as bright

as the far side of the moon.

Wet.

Hasn't rained in a week, but it's wet.

There are drops on my cheek.  It's wet

since you took that plane.

repeat chorus and first verse, then:
since you said goodbye,

since you went away

Performance  -  http://goo.gl/KOqFU



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That's When an Angel
May Come Down

If your summerís in the past
And your seasonís turning brown.
If that blown chance was your last,
that's when an angel may come down.

If with each step youíre more lost
And your luck has all skipped town.
If your days arenít worth their cost
that's when an angel may come down.

Chorus:
You may hear her sweetly sing
on a bright, late winter's day.
And she may touch you with her wing,
. . . but then decide to fly away.

Such as one appeared for me
Just when Iíd almost drown.
I was shipwrecked out at sea
that's when my angel had come down.

Repeat Chorus

If youíre frozen to the bone,
that's when an angel may come down.
If youíre shivering all alone
that's when an angel may come down.

Repeat Chorus




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On The Streets Of Belvidere

To Uncle Buck's for Spanish omelets.
Camera ready by your plate,
A waitress showed us her own photos.
You made pretend that they were great.

Outside above the Pequest's falling,
we paused to watch the the river run.
Your eyes out-sparkled sunlit water.
My heart blazed brighter than the sun.

Chorus:
On the streets of Belvidere
in those holy hours when you loved me,
we shared some glorious grayscale shots
mere mortal eyes could never see.

We walked down Greenwich to the corner.
The rummage store was closed that day.
The Yankee's cap display offended.
You snapped a picture anyway.

Took Mill's angle up toward Front Street.
A dad with kids and dogs were there.
Everyone was glad to meet you
because beauty's welcomed everywhere.

Repeat Chorus

Sauntered one block to Thisilldous.
A guitar shop sharpened on the point.
Used ukulele in the window.
An art sale at the hippie joint.

We strolled the green in Garrett Wall Park.
Enjoyed the flowers. Reviewed our dreams.
Approved renewed Victorian splendor.
Critiqued some curious color schemes.

Repeat Chorus


We saw from a bridge across the Pequest
after kisses most sincere
the clock had stopped upon its tower
above the streets of Belvidere.

Repeat Chorus

Performance  -  http://goo.gl/t3QLc



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