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Sometimes I Wander
05:34
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Sometimes I wander.
Sometimes I need to see the heather on the fields.
Sometimes I wander.
Sometimes I’ve got to leave the city lights and steal away.
When the nights grow weary
When the moon pulls at the corn
And at the clouds
And at my toes,
That’s when I wander –
That’s when I wander!
Sometimes I daydream.
Sometimes I need to see the world beyond the clouds.
Sometimes I daydream.
Why can’t I peek at folks in fairy kingdoms now and then?
When the days are dreary
When the silence fills the streets
And fills the house
And fills my mind,
That’s when I daydream –
That’s when I daydream!
Sometimes my soul feels too big for my body,
And sometimes I soar like a kite in the breeze.
And when my souls suggests I sing to the lilies
And sleep in the meadow
And swim in the ocean,
I always say yes!
Sometimes I call out
Sometimes I yearn to reach the hilltops with my song.
Sometimes I call out.
Sometimes I lose my inhibitions and I call your name.
When my heart grows heavy,
When the sadness steals my friends
And steals my home
And steals my heart:
That’s’ when I call out
That’s when I daydream,
That’s when I wander!
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2. |
Melancholy Times
04:58
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It’s the melancholy times that I’ll miss most –
The quiet taxis in the rain.
The still nights in a cold hotel,
The leavetakings, the dial tones.
It’s the melancholy times that I’ll miss most –
The long wait for a twilight train,
The slow walk through a city street,
The coffeeshop, the open road.
It’s the melancholy times that I’ll miss most –
The sad strum of a three-chord song,
The dimmed lights of a small town bar,
The neon hum, the silent snow.
It’s the melancholy times that I’ll miss most –
The cup of coffee on the porch
The lakehouse where it smells of fall,
The suitcases, the afterglow.
It’s the melancholy times that I’ll miss most –
The neighbor’s dog who cries and cries,
The early morning wake up call,
The Christmas lights, the empty show.
It’s the melancholy times that I’ll miss most –
The bleak mid-morning, gray and cool,
The sunset watched by lovelorn eyes
The sleepy morn, the winter coat.
And when our earthly moment’s through
And body slips from flesh to ghost
My friend, I’ll say, again, to you,
“It’s the melancholy times that I’ll miss most.”
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If you can read, you can cook.
If you can read, you can cook.
Measure on a spoon,
Mix it in a bowl,
Heat it on the stove,
Serve it when it’s cold.
If you can read, you can cook, you can cook.
If you can read, you can cook.
But people don’t come with a clear recipe,
The perfect ingredients bring no guarantee.
You hold them, console them, and hope for the best,
But whether they’ll love you is anyone’s guess.
If you can read, you can cook.
If you can read, you can cook.
Buy the berries fresh
At the corner store,
Cook ‘em like a chef
Until they beg for more.
If you can read, you can cook, you can cook.
If you can read, you can cook.
But lovers don’t boil down to teaspoons and cups –
To locate a soul mate takes timing and luck.
You cook and you clean and you hope and you pray
And once they arrive, you can’t force them to stay.
If you can read, you can cook.
If you can read, you can cook.
Roast it ‘til it burns
Or serve it while it’s rare,
Double the amounts,
So you have enough to share.
If you can read, you can cook, you can cook.
If you can read, you can cook.
A cake’s like a lover who makes your heart leap,
You beat all the eggs, and you drape it with sweets.
If only my lover were more like a cake,
My heart wouldn’t mind all the beatings it takes.
If you can read, you can cook.
If you can read, you can cook.
Add some curry paste,
For a little spice,
Salt it to the taste,
And serve it over rice.
Just follow the lead of those words in the book,
If you can read, you can cook!
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4. |
Linda
07:00
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By the churning of the ocean,
The horizon glowed so bright,
Five stars were all afire in the diamondlight.
A pentagonal pendant,
A mirror lined with jewels –
Oh, Linda, I dreamed of you.
The embers of the heavens
Are a stamp so deep and pure
They steal your meager breath away with cruel allure.
And they’ll show you death’s a wanderer
And that wise men play the fool –
Oh, Linda, they’re just like you.
Though philosophers are skeptics,
Preachers will attest
That the reapers and the sewers, well, they both are blessed.
So we worship and we squander,
So we’re restless and subdued,
Oh, Linda, we’re just like you.
I miss her, though she made mistakes,
I wish that she could know
How I caressed the silhouette left by her afterglow.
But memories are empty skies
And when I scan the inky hue
I think, “Linda, that could be you.”
Enchantress of the telescope,
Your power was your demise
Suffering silent for a while, you smiled for disguise.
Like a dancer in a masquerade
Can be both false and true,
Oh, Linda, that was just like you.
And, maybe I’ve ignored my friends,
I’m not proud and I’m not smart,
But there’s a drift I can’t resist in the abyss of stars.
In the mysteries of galaxies,
She lent me my first clue,
Oh, Linda, she was just like you.
I stepped into a seaside bar
To clear my weary head,
Where fishermen and phantoms gather to break bread.
I saw five stars in those dimmed-down lights,
They glistened and I knew,
Oh, Linda, I’m just like you.
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Kneel
05:56
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When the body cannot bear it,
When the pity’s too profound,
When mem’ries break like waves against your conscience,
Kneel your knees upon the ground.
Weep for emptiness and fullness,
Cry for pebbles and for clouds,
For curling smoke above forgotten houses,
Kneel your knees upon the ground.
A schoolgirl in blue and white,
Whirling in evening’s light,
A kiss by the boathouse door
Leaving you needing more,
The horns of the harbor heard
Chanting love, word by word,
To live it is raw and rare, like a prayer, everywhere…
Feel the soil soft beneath you,
See the hills in ochre drowned,
And hear the bugle colored twilight blowing,
Kneel your knees upon the ground.
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Housewarming Project New York, New York
Vocalist Nancy Harms ushers a listener into the world of a piece with her innate story-telling abilities; Lucas Pino colors the music with whispering tenor work, mournful clarinet, and murmuring bass clarinet; and Jeremy Siskind sonically rounds out the music with sparkling, Debussian harmony. ... more
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