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Eric Anderson
Thirsty Boots
Billy Jim Baker

Contrary to Ordinary
John Lennon & Paul McCartney,:  The Beatles
A Day in the Life
Jackson Browne

For Everyman
For a Dancer
Lights and Virtues
Beth Nielsen Chapman
Dancer to the Drum
Bob Welch & Danny Kirwan of Fleetwood Mac (early'70s)
Revelation
Future Games
Jerry Herman, from La Cage aux Folles
I Am What I Am
Kris Kristofferson
To Beat the Devil
Joni Mitchell

The Circle Game
Pink Floyd
Brain Damage
Paul Siebel
Then Came the Children
Paul Simon
Boy in the Bubble
Sound of Silence
Kodachrome
Father and Daughter
How Can You Live in the Northeast
Sondheim/Lapine from Sunday in the Park With George
Move On
James Taylor
For Martin Luther King
Secret of Life
Terra Nova
Jerry Jeff Walker
Some Go Home (Tennessee Train Song)

A Letter Sung to Friends
David Wilcox
Leave It Like It Is (Kitchen Blue
)

Special, one-liners

 

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The Beatles
All You Need Is Love
In My Life
Karla Bonoff
Rose in the Garden
Paul Brady
Cold, Cold Night
Guy Clark

Coat From the Cold
Judy Collins

(What I'll Give You) Since You've Asked
Bob Dylan
One Too Many Mornings
Spanish Boots of Spanish Leather
Just Like A Woman
Vance Gilbert

Unfamiliar Moon
Richard Rogers w/Lorenz Hart or Oscar Hammerstein:

Some Enchanted Evening
With a Song In My Heart
Paul Siebel
Long Afternoons
Paul Simon
Bridge Over Troubled Water
Train In the Distance
Jerry Jeff Walker
My Old Man
Jimmy Winokur
Till Morning's LightI

Jesse Colin Young
Get Together
 

 

 


 

   
 

Everybody I talk to is ready to leave
With the light of the morning
They`ve seen the end coming down long enough to believe
That they`ve heard their last warning
Standing alone
Each has his own ticket in his hand
And as the evening descends
I sit thinking `bout Everyman

Seems like I`ve always been looking for some other place
To get it together
Where with a few of my friends I could give up the race
And maybe find something better
But all my fine dreams
Well though out schemes to gain the motherland
Have all eventually come down to waiting for Everyman

Waiting here for Everyman--
Make it on your own if you think you can
If you see somewhere to go I understand
Waiting here for Everyman--
Don`t ask me if he`ll show -- baby I don`t know

Make it on your own if you think you can
Somewhere later on you`ll have to take a stand
Then you`re going to need a hand

Everybody`s just waiting to hear from the one
Who can give them the answers
And lead them back to that place in the warmth of the sun
Where sweet childhood still dances
Who`ll come along
And hold out that strong and gentle father`s hand.
Long ago I heard someone say something `bout Everyman

Waiting here for Everyman--
Make it on your own if you think you can
If you see somewhere to go I understand


I`m not trying to tell you that I`ve seen the plan
Turn and walk away if you think I am--
But don`t think too badly of one who`s left holding sand
He`s just another dreamer, dreaming `bout Everyman

Jackson Browne,  For Everyman (1973)

 

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When I think back on all the crap I learned in high school
It's a wonder I can think at all
And though my lack of education hasn't hurt me none
I can read the writing on the wall

Kodachrome
They give us those nice bright colors
They give us the greens of summers
Makes you think all the world's a sunny day, oh yeah
I got a Nikon camera
I love to take a photograph
So Mama don't take my Kodachrome away

 

If you took all the girls I knew when I was single
And brought them all together for one night
I know they'd never match my sweet imagination
Everything looks better than black and white

Kodachrome
They give us those nice bright colors
They give us the greens of summers
Makes you think all the world's a sunny day, oh yeah
I got a Nikon camera
I love to take a photograph
So Mama don't take my Kodachrome away

Mama don't take my Kodachrome
Leave your boy so far from home
Mama don't take my Kodachrome away

Paul Simon, Kodachrome 


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  You've long been on the open road. You've been standing in the rain.
From the dirty words and muddy cells, your clothes are dark and stained,
But the dirty words and muddy cells will soon be judged insane.
So only stop to rest yourself and you'll be off again.

So take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile. 
You're feet are hot and weary, come a dusty mile.
And maybe I can make you laugh. Maybe I can try. 
Looking for the evening and the morning in your eyes.

Then tell me of the one's you've seen as far as you can see.
Across the plains from field to town a-marchin' to be free,
And of the rusted prison gates that tumble by degree
Like laughin' children, one by one, they look like you and me.

Eric Anderson, Thirsty Boots

 

   
     
 
... I saw a film today oh, boy
The English army had just won the war
A crowd of people turned away
But I just had a look
Having read the book,
Iíd love to turn you on...

Woke up, fell out of bed,
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup,
And looking up I noticed I was late.

Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke,
Somebody spoke and I went into a dream

Aaaaaah......
from John Lennon & Paul McCartney, 
The Beatles, A Day in the Life

 

 
 

   
 

 

Keep a fire burning in your eye
Pay attention to the open sky
You never know what will be coming down
I don't remember losing track of you
You were always dancing in and out of view
I must've thought you'd always be around
Always keeping things real while playing the clown
Now you're nowhere to be found

I don't know what happens when people die
Can't seem to grasp it as hard as I try
It's like a song I can hear playing right in my ear
I can't sing
I can't help listening
And I can't help feeling stupid standing 'round
Crying as they ease you down
'Cause I know that you'd rather we were dancing
Dancing our sorrow away
(Right on Dancing)
No matter what fate chooses to play
(There's nothing you can do about it anyway)

Just do the steps that you've been shown
By everyone you've ever known
Until the dance becomes your very own
No matter how close to yours
Another's step have grown
In the end there is one dance you'll do alone 

Keep a fire for the human race
Let you're prayers go drifting into space
You never know what will be coming down
Perhaps a better world is drawing near
Just as easy it could all disappear
Along with whatever meaning you might have found
Don't let the uncertainty turn you around
(The world keeps turning around and around)
Go out and make a joyful sound

Into a dancer you have grown
From a seed somebody else has thrown
Go on ahead and throw some seeds of your own
And somewhere between the time you arrive
And the time you go
May lie the reason you were alive
But you'll never know

Jackson Browne, For a Dancer

 

 

 
       
       
 

 

Oh end this day show me the ocean
When shall I see the sea

May this day set me in motion
I ought to be on my way

We were there
We were sailing on the Terra Nova
Sailing for the setting sun
Sailing for the new horizon

 

 

May this day show me an ocean
I ought to be on my way

Ought to be on my way right now
Stepping on the boat
With a lump in my throat
On my way right now

I got a letter from a dear friend of mine
The story of a spiritual awakening
She spoke of her love
Returning in kind
She let me know that
She'd be waiting

And I should be on my way by now
Walking across the floor
Reaching for the door
On my way by now

But here I sit country fool that I am
My elbow on my knee
And my chin in my hand
My mind in the gutter
And my eye on the street
Holed up in a cave of concrete

And I ought to be on my way right now
Packing my things
While the telephone rings
On my way right now

I miss my lovely mother
And I love my lonely father
I know I owe my brothers
One thing and another
I hear my sister singing

And I ought to be on my way right now
Moving across the land
With my heart in my hand
On my way by now
Ought to be on my way by now

Oh end this day set me in motion
Ought to be on my way

Out of the west of Lambert's Cove
There's a sail out in the sun
And I'm on board though very small
I've come home to stop yearning


Burn off the haze around the shore
Turn off the crazy way I feel
I'll stay away from you no more
I've come home to stop yearning

James Taylor, Carly Simon, Terra Nova
 

 

   
 
 
 
It was a slow day 
And the sun was beating
On the soldiers by the side of the road
There was a bright light
A shattering of shop windows
The bomb in the baby carriage
Was wired to the radio

These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry

It was a dry wind
And it swept across the desert
And it curled into the circle of birth
And the dead sand
Falling on the children
The mothers and the fathers
And the automatic earth 
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
Therse are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry

It's a turn-around jump shot
It's everybody jump start
It's every generation throws a hero up the pop charts
Medicine is magical and magical is art
The Boy in the Bubble
And the baby with the baboon heart

And I believe
These are the days of lasers in the jungle
Lasers in the jungle somewhere
Staccato signals of constant information
A loose affiliation of millionaires
And billionaires and baby
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
Therse are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry 

Paul Simon, The Boy in the Bubble

 

 

   
 

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...And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band youíre in starts playing different tunes
Iíll see you on the dark side of the moon
from Pink Floyd, Brain Damage (on Dark Side of the Moon)

 

 

Let us turn our thoughts today to Martin Luther King
And recognize that there are ties between us
All men and women, living on the earth
Ties of hope and love, sister and brotherhood
That we are bound together
With a desire to see the world become
A place in which our children can grow free and strong
We are bound together by the task that stands before us
And the road that lies ahead, we are bound
... and we are bound

There is a feeling like the clenching of the fist
There is a hunger in the center of the chest
There is a passage through the darkness and the mist
Though the body sleeps the heart will never rest

(Shed a little light ohh lord) Shed a little light oh lord
(So that we can see) Ohh now
(Just a little light ohh lord) Just a little light oh lord
(Gonna stand it on up) Stand it on up
(Stand it up ohh Lord) Get down
(Gonna walk it on down) Gonna shed a little
(Shed a little light ohh lord)

(Can't get no light from another day)
(Don't give no light from the TV screen) No No No No
(When I open my eyes, I want to drink my fill)
(From the well on the hill)
Then you know where I'll be

(Shed a little light ohh lord) Shed a little light oh lord
(So that we can see) Ahh yes
(Just a little light ohh lord) Just a little light oh lord
(We're gonna stand it on up) Stand it on up
(Stand it up ohh Lord, Stand it up ohh lord)
(Gonna walk it on down) Gonna shed a little
(Shed a little light ohh lord)

There is a feeling like the clenching of the fist
There is a hunger in the center of the chest
There is a passage through the darkness and the mist
Though the body sleeps the heart will never rest

Let us turn our thoughts today to Martin Luther King
And recognize that there are ties between us
All men and women, living on the earth
Ties of hope and love, sister and brotherhood
That we are bound together
With a desire to see the world become
A place in which our children can grow free and strong

 

He had all the rivers, under his power
He had all the mountains, under his command
You know that he had all the cities, in his own two hands
Yes and he had control of the four winds
And of the hunger of starving ma

And now we're passing on the reins
Cause in my heart i can feel the change
You know the lord of light is laughing
Cause things don't stay the same, revelation
Revelation


He controlled the brimstone, and eternal fire
Surrounds himself with downers, in the king of cold
You know that he had all the princes kissing his diamond ring
And i heard that he walled up, the door to summer
And cut the heart out of mister spring

And now we're passing on the reins
And in your heart you can feel a change
You know the lord of light is laughing
Cause things don't stay the same, revelation
Revelation

Dream on, keep your eyes wide open...

On a Sunday morning, with a voice that's cold
The future gives a warning of the fire that burns below
He puts his hands together, cause his faith is strong
And that's what you've been needing
Oh but it don't seem to last too long

Cause now we're passing on the reins
And in your heart you can feel a change

You know the lord of light is laughing
Cause things don't stay the same, revelation
Revelation

Bob Welch, Fleetwood Mac (the early 70's band), Revelation


 

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I am what I am
I am my own special creation.
So come take a look,
Give me the hook or the ovation.
It's my world that I want to take a little pride in,
My world, and it's not a place I have to hide in.
Life's not worth a damn,
'Til you can say, "Hey world, I am what I am."

I am what I am,
I don't want praise, I don't want pity.
I bang my own drum,
Some think it's noise, I think it's pretty.
And so what, if I love each feather and each spangle,
Why not try to see things from a diff'rent angle?
Your life is a sham 'til you can shout out loud
I am what I am!

I am what I am
And what I am needs no excuses.
I deal my own deck
Sometimes the ace, sometimes the deuces.
There's one life, and there's no return and no deposit;
One life, so it's time to open up your closet.
Life's not worth a damn 'til you can say,
"Hey world, I am what I am!"

Jerry Herman, I Am What I Am from La Cage aux Folles
 

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Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turn my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools," said I, "you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence"

Paul Simon, The Sound of Silence

 

Dot:  Are you working on something new?
George:  No.
Dot:  That's not like you, George...
George:  I've nothing to say
Dot:  You have many things.
George:  Well, nothing that's not been said.
Dot:   Said by you, though, George...

George:
I do not know where to go...
I want to make things that count
Things that will be new.

Dot:
Move on...

Stop worrying where you're going --
If you can know where you're going
You've gone.
Just keep moving on.

Look at what you want,
Not at where you are,
Not at what you'll be.
Look at the things you've done for me.

Opened up my eyes.
Taught me how to see.
Notice every tree -- ...
Understand the light -- ...
Concentrate on now --

George:
I want to move on
I want to explore the light.
I want to know how to get through,
Through to something new,
Something of my own --
...

Dot:
Stop worrying if your vision
Is new
Let other make that decision --
They usually do.
You keep moving on...

Stephen Sondheim & James Lapine,
Move On
,
from Sunday in the Park With George

 

 

Fast asleep in the dawn of ages
The soul of every child
Has waited to be born a stranger
Underneath the drum of his mothers heart

Lying deep in a dream of darkness
Where fear has never gone
Each spark of a life is started
Blind and pure to the world we come
Blind and pure to the world we come

Each of us a dancer to the drum
Each of us a dancer to the drum
Blind and pure we come

One is born into a life of hunger
One will be a king or a rich man's son
One will kill out of greed or anger
One will give his life for another one

There are smiles in the lies of innocence
There are blooms in the walls of stone
And we will see ourselves
In the eyes of everyone we have ever known
Everyone we have ever known

And the heart, the heart will ever be a witness
And precious time, no treasure is worth
And the child, the child will carry our existence
Through the days that we have on earth

Each of us a dancer to the drum
Each of us a dancer to the drum
Blind and pure we come

Fast asleep in the dawn of ages
The soul of every child
Has waited to be born a stranger
Underneath the drum of his mothers heart

Beth Nielsen Chapman,  Dancer to the Drum

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Here`s to lights and virtues
Here`s to truths yet to be known
Knowledge to light the darkness
The search for things of your own

Here`s to lights and virtues
Here`s to reaching higher ground
A life of hope and purpose
Here`s to strength yet to be found
Honor -- though it goes unrecognized
And truth -- though liars abound

The pleasure of love and friendship
The courage to be alone

Jackson Browne, Lights and Virtues

 

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We heard the fireworks
Rushed out to watch the sky,
Happy go lucky, fourth of July

How can you live in the Northeast?
How can you live in the South?
How can you build on the banks of a river
When the flood water pours from the mouth?

How can you be a Christian?
How can you be a Jew?
How can you be a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Hindu?
How can you?


Weak as the winter sun, we enter life on earth.
Names and religion comes just after date of birth.
Then everybody gets a tongue to speak,
And everyone hears an inner voice,
A day at the end of the week to wonder and rejoice.

If the answer is infinite light
Why do we sleep in the dark?

How can you live in the Northeast?
How can you live in the South?
How can you build on the banks of a river?
When the flood water pours from the mouth?

How can you tattoo your body?
Why do you cover your head?
How can you eat from a rice bowl
The holy man only breaks bread?


We watched the fireworks 'til they were fireflies.
Followed a path of stars over the endless skies.

How can you live in the Northeast?
How can you live in the South?
How can you build on the banks of a river
When the flood water pours from the mouth, from the mouth?


I've been given all I wanted,
Only three generations off the boat.
I've harvested and I've planted.
I'm wearing my father's old coat

Paul Simon, How can you live in the Northeast

 

 

Now when the paint jar tipped
Off of the table
You watched as it started to fall
Glass popped, shattered and splattered
And paint spray hit the wall

Bright, blue glossy enamel
Across the kitchen floor
You said, "Good God, look at that pattern
I've never seen that before"

Leave it like it is
Never mind the turpentine
Leave it like it is
Its fine


Now when the paint dried
You gave it a title
You called it "Kitchen Blue"
A white frame painted around it
And gallery lighting too

Rich folks come over to dinner
They all want one of their own
They say "How much? Who's the artist"
And, "My what a beautiful home"

Leave it like it is
Never mind the turpentine
Leave it like it is
Its fine.


Now most folks suffer in sorrow
Thinking they're just no good
They don't match the magazine model
As close as they think they should

They live just like the "paint by numbers"
The teacher would be impressed
A life-time of follow the lines
So it's just like all of the rest

Leave it like it is
Never mind the turpentine
Leave it like it is
Its fine.

David Wilcox, Leave It Like It Is (Kitchen Blue)
© David Wilcox, all rights reserved

 

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I did a thing last night
You know those future games
I turned off all the lights
Oh, the future came
You were by my side
Will you explain-oh yeah
Real rhyme or reason for those future games

Now you were there last night
And oh were you afraid
Of things we'd come upon
While playing future games
But baby it's alright and so have faith
Oh yeah, you invent the future that you want to face

How many people sit home at night
Wondering if they will be here tonight
Wondering if children will he bring to the light
Inherit the world, or inherit the night
Wondering if neighbors are thinking the same
All of the wild things tomorrow will tame
Talking of journeys that happen in vain

Well i know i'm not the only one
To ever spend my life sitting playing future games

You better take your time
You know there's no escape

Bob Welch, Fleetwood Mac (the early 70's band), Future Games

 

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Come gather all around me friends
I'll tell to you about the minstrel band
Of children in their witches hats
And painting pictures with the pipes of pan

The young boy and his sister played
Some tunes upon a whistle made of tin
And led me through the flower gardens
Laughing at the postman's stubby chin

In my dizzy stupor I was trying
Hard to forfeit all I'd known
And listen to this music that could
Swirl me in a magic all their own

Somewhere in the distance you and I
Had fought the monster to a draw
In those days of books and wine
With Ferlinghetti grasping for a straw

Out along the highways we had
Journeyed far to find the mystic smile
With chasing down identities, my God
We must have run a million miles

Oh we can teach them nothing, nothing
But survival in a desert bare
But they can teach us how to love
And live and tie bright ribbons in our hair

Oh sing for us you children, tinkle bells
And rhyme the purple green and blue
And think of us as fighting fools
Who wintered through the seasons loving you

Oh we can teach them nothing, nothing
But survival in a desert bare
But they can teach us how to love
And live and tie bright ribbons in our hair

  

Paul Siebel, Then Came the Children (late 1960s)
Pumpkin /Nipper ASCAP
thanks to Barb Davidson Morris...and to Jerry Jeff
 

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Never lived my life out of other people's eyes
Guess I've always been the one they said was too tall, too late, too early -- yes, he's the one
He ought to be in the circus -- he's havin' too much fun

...
Yeah I'm always takin' the right road after awhile
I remember grinnin while the devil said I couldn't do it but I tried my best

I was contrary to ordinary, even as a child
Seems like I stayed out to late
Those old full moons still drive me wild
And stories do come true -- you just got to live life in episodes
So I got one eye on my lady
But there's always one eye still one eye on that open road
Ö.

from Billy Jim Baker, Contrary to Ordinary
Copyright, 1978, Cedarwood Publishing Co.
thanks to Jerry Jeff

 

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Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar 
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder 
And tearful at the falling of a star 

Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams 
Words like when you're older must appease him 
And promises of someday make his dreams

And the seasons they go round and round 
And the painted ponies go up and down 
We're captive on the carousel of time 
We can't return we can only look 
Behind from where we came 
And go round and round and round 
In the circle game

Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now 
Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town 
And they tell him take your time it won't be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down 

And the seasons they go round and round 
And the painted ponies go up and down 
We're captive on the carousel of time 
We can't return we can only look 
Behind from where we came 
And go round and round and round 
In the circle game

So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty 
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There'll be new dreams maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through

And the seasons they go round and round 
And the painted ponies go up and down 
We're captive on the carousel of time 
We can't return we can only look 
Behind from where we came 
And go round and round and round 
In the circle game
Joni Mitchell, The Circle Game
Copyright © 1970, Siquomb Publishing Company
 
 

     

A soldier rides on a train to Tennessee.
And half asleep he dreams what isn't a dream.
With each click of the wheels on steel
An old face goes by.
With each face that he loves he turns and sighs.

Now he's headed home
Yes he's headed home
To try and find his life again
And to wonder what's become of them.

That young girl waving goodbye as his mother stood crying
With lips like honey she was loving him all the time then
'Oh no matter how long your gone
I'll just wait for you'
Now you know you were gone such a long, long time

And you can't go home
No you can't go home
Expecting all the things you knew
To be waiting there on you.

That train keeps moving on down the line
Leaving people at every depot behind
And you want to begin somewhere
But you remember what it's like out there
So you move on down the line.

Three rows back a young woman looks out the train
And her eyes reveal that her life is desperately plain
She's a woman who's seen this world
But not touched one man
She knows she could if she would but she can't

Now she's headed home
Yes, she's headed home
Back where life begins and ends
Where they feel that you belong to them.

There was a time, that time when the time was so right
Close enough you swear to God you still smell the night
But somehow your clock struck twelve
And your ball was through
Now here you are, could that be you?

Oh you can't go on
No you can't go on
Living safe behind a wall
Never tasting life at all

That train keeps moving on down the line
Leaving people at every depot behind.
And you want to begin somewhere,
But you'll always take a chance out there,
So you move on down the line

I sit half drunk in the dining car and observe life.
I've got him pegged and I'm pretty sure I've got her right
When you've been as far as I have
You just know these things.
And that's the reason that I sat and drank the drinks

'Cause I've got no home.
And I need no one.
Nothing to bring pain again.
It's great just living on the wind.

But the woman is met by her husband there at the station.
And two stops later, the soldier's girl is still waiting.
And I seem to accept the fact
They're just lucky, that's all.
But somehow I can't believe they pulled it off.

Oh this can't go on
No it can't go on
Making everything I see
Fit the way it is for me.

       

That train keeps moving on down the line
Leaving people at every depot behind.
And you want to begin somewhere,
But it's never true out there,
So I move on down the line

Jerry Jeff Walker, Some Go Home (The 'Tennessee Train' Song) (1970)
Copyright, Cotillion Music, Inc. and Danel Music, 1970, Tried and True Music, 1995

 

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Well the secret of life is enjoying the passage of time.
Any fool can do it,
There ain't nothin' to it.
Nobody knows how we got to the top of the hill.
But since we're on our way down,
We might as well enjoy the ride.

The secret of love is in opening up your heart.
It's okay to feel afraid,
But don't let it stand in your way, No now.
'Cuz everyone knows that love is the only road.
And since we're only here for awhile,
We might as well show some style,
Give us a smile now,

Isn't it a lovely ride?
Sliding down, and
Gliding down, and
Try not to try too hard.
It's just a lovely ride.

The thing about time is that time isn't really real.
It's all on your point of view,
How does it feel to you in there, and
Einstein said that you could never understand it all.
Planets spinning through space,
The smile upon your face,
Welcome to the human race,

Isn't that a lovely ride, 
Oh la la yes,
See me sliding down and gliding down,
Try not to try too hard,
It's just a lovely ride.

Now the secret of life is enjoying the passage of time...

James Taylor, The Secret of Life

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It was winter time in Nashville, down on music city row.
And I was lookin' for a place to get myself out of the cold.
To warm the frozen feelin' that was eatin' at my soul.
Keep the chilly wind off my guitar. 

My thirsty wanted whisky; my hungry needed beans, 
But it'd been of month of paydays since I'd heard that eagle scream.
So with a stomach full of empty and a pocket full of dreams,
I left my pride and stepped inside a bar.

Actually, I guess you'd could call it a Tavern:
Cigarette smoke to the ceiling and sawdust on the floor;
Friendly shadows.

I saw that there was just one old man sittin' at the bar.
And in the mirror I could see him checkin' me and my guitar.
An' he turned and said: "Come up here boy, and show us what you are."
I said: "I'm dry." He bought me a beer.

He nodded at my guitar and said: "It's a tough life, ain't it?"
I just looked at him. He said: "You ain't makin' any money, are you?"
I said: "You've been readin' my mail."
He just smiled and said: "Let me see that guitar.
"I've got something you oughta hear."
Then he laid it on me: 

"If you waste your time a-talkin' to the people who don't listen,
"To the things that you are sayin', who do you think's gonna hear.
"And if you should die explainin' how the things that they complain about,
"Are things they could be changin', who do you think's gonna care?"

"There were other lonely singers in a world turned deaf and blind,
"Who were crucified for what they tried to show.
"And their voices have been scattered by the swirling winds of time.
"'Cos the truth remains that no-one wants to know.

Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd heard his song before,
Back when failure had me locked out on the wrong side of the door.
When no-one stood behind me but my shadow on the floor,
And lonesome was more than a state of mind.
	
You see, the devil haunts a hungry man,
If you don't wanna join him, you got to beat him.
I ain't sayin' I beat the devil, but I drank his beer for nothing.
Then I stole his song.
 
 
"And you still can hear me singin' to the people who don't listen,
"To the things that I am sayin', prayin' someone's gonna hear.
"And I guess I'll die explaining how the things that they complain about,
"Are things they could be changin', hopin' someone's gonna care.

"I was born a lonely singer, and I'm bound to die the same,
"But I've got to feed the hunger in my soul.
"And if I never have a nickle, I won't ever die ashamed.
"'Cos I don't believe that no-one wants to know."

Kris Kristofferson, To Beat the Devil
            
"dedicated to John and June, who helped show me how to beat the devil."
	

thanks to Blooma
		    

 

If you leap awake
In the mirror of a bad dream
And for a fraction of a second
You can't remember where you are
Just open your window
And follow your memory upstream
To the meadow in the mountain
Where we counted every falling star

I believe a light that shines on you
Will shine on you forever
And though I cant guarantee
There's nothing scary hiding under your bed
I'm gonna stand guard like a postcard
As the Golden Retriever
And never leave till I leave you
With a sweet dream in your bed

I'm gonna watch you shine
Gonna watch you grow
Gonna paint a sign
So you'll always know
As long as one and one is two wooo
There could never be a father who loved
His daughter more than I love you


Trust your intuition
It's just like goin fishin'
You cast your line and hope you get a bite
You don't need to waste your time
Worryin' about the market place
Trying to help the human race
Strugglin to survive its harshest hour


I'm gonna watch you shine
Gonna watch you grow
Gonna paint a sign
So you'll always know
As long as one and one is two wooo
There could never be a father who loved
His daughter more than I love you

 

Paul Simon: Father & Daughter
(for Talia)

 

Thank you for being beautiful in my time
That's something real to evaluate all my life
For the taste with which you choose and give your life to
You gave me in the forms of what you're into
You stand above the lifeless shells around me
And fill the emptiness that almost drowns me
As your gift of you and love finds me again (finds me again)


Memories can show us the value of our time spent
If you've no memories, your past has no existence
We only need to live this life with fullness
With days remembered clear that hold their purpose
Devoid of wasting time with those who fake it
But rather find some truth, and not forsake it
That'll come with time that's spent in love with friends (with friends)

My life is better for sharing your richness
And as I go on it calls me now don't you waste this
For we're a part of all that we retain of
The good and bad and how we make the use of
And what we were before becomes extended
In everyone we meet and how we spend it
As it all adds up to what becomes the depth of ourselves

Jerry Jeff Walker:  A Letter Sung to Friends (1970)

 

 

special  lines:

Paul Simon:  Just like a dog, I was befriended..

Joni Mitchell:  We've got to get ourselves back to the garden...

Stephen Stills:  I feel like letting my freak flag fly
 

 

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