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Downtown
03:54
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After many years of having others around
No I live alone, no pets, downtown
Most days I never make a sound
Til I greet the staff at my favorite place downtown
They all turn and say “Hi Bill!” (makes me smile)
And I say Hey Hopi, Hi Gracie, Erin, Shea and Gwen!
Cayleana, Allen, Maya, Michael, Alex
What --- no Jessica's? Wasn't Jessica the new Heather?
I like that I can walk almost everywhere I need to go
I used to take the sun-link tram
To visit David at the University --- but he's not there anymore...
most folks I know these days work on either side of a bar
I like when I'm recognized as I come into the bar
I miss the sounds of family and the pettiness of pets
Now I live alone, no pets, downtown
Most days I never make a sound
Til I greet the staff at my favorite place downtown
They all turn and say “Hi Bill!” (makes me smile)
And I say Hey Britney, Hayley, Allanah, Shea, ZZ, Katie too!
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Unsaid Things
03:41
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Here's to all those emails I wrote late at night but never sent
Here's to all the things I wish I'd said but never did
Some things are better left unsaid
Even with a herd of elephants in the room
I know that I preferred it when no one said the quiet part out loud
I've got a thumb drive full of emails never sent
Full of pain and outrage, replete with disappointment
Some things are better left unsaid
Even with this herd of elephants in the room
I know that I preferred it when no one said the quiet part out loud
Some things are better left unsaid
All the cold cruel things I might have otherwise said
Pregnant with those awful words that now will never be born
Things can look so different in the cold light of the day
I've been a fool, most each and every day
I think of things I want to say but I turn and walk away
Hard to know from day to day just what I've said and done
Glad I held my breath a bit, glad I bit my tongue
Even with this herd of elephants in the room
I know that I preferred it when no one said the quiet part out loud
All those things set right, if only in my head
All the awful things I wrote, but never sent
Some things are better left unsaid
Even with this herd of elephants in the room
I know that I preferred it when no one said the quiet part out loud
Some things are better left unsaid
All the cold cruel things I might have otherwise said
Pregnant with those awful words that will now never be born
Things can look so different in the cold light of the day
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Bugs
03:30
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We have pets, so we get fleas
got jumping spiders on our knees
Bugs are gonna be the death of me
Caterpillars eating all the trees
We've got wasps and african bees
I hate bugs to smithereens
We've got flies and we've got gnats
We serve up red ants, under glass
Bugs are everywhere I can see
Scorpians crabwalking up my pants
We've got no style, got no class
Bugs Bugs Bugs, who needs bugs?
bugs bugs, who needs bugs?
Bugs Bugs, who likes bugs?
Bugs are gonna drive me to my grave
Mosquitos bombing my back porch
Time for the citronella torch
Bugs are gonna be the death of me
We've got no style, got no class
We serve up red ants, under glass
Go away, bugs, and let me be...
bugs bugs, who needs bugs?
Bugs Bugs, who likes bugs?
Bugs are gonna drive me to my grave
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Ready to die for the right to be foolish
Drinking the cool-aid, defending the right to be wrong
Committing mass stupi-cide --- their leader says there's nothing to fear
now they're burning books again, they're lynching librarians these days
The precedent's been recalled --- there's no longer precedent
Using language to lie, while saying nothing at all
We're headed down to where the bottom-dwellers dwell
Hoping that it might end soon, and doesn't hurt like hell
It's the attack of the stupid people
(They were already here, walking among us)
It's the attack of the stupid people
Awakened in a hebetudinous rage
They've already killed off a million or two
A couple million more is nothing - (especially if its me or you)
The news ain't news unless it's entertainment
Ratings and fear drive what we hear, til nothing means anything at all
If he saw what people did in his name
Jesus Christ would be enraged, he'd be ashamed
It's the attack of the stupid people
(They were already here, walking among us)
It's the attack of the stupid people
Awakened in a hebetudinous rage
They've already killed off a million or two
A couple million more is nothing - (especially if its me or you)
It's the attack of the stupid people
now they're burning our books again
Attack of the stupid people
trying to rewrite history
It's the attack of the stupid people
The Jesus Christ I learned about --- would be ashamed
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5. |
Asses to Asses
03:49
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If it's true that dust is mostly us
Then there's more of me in the vacuum than there is left on my bones
The walls are crumbling, the calls are rumbling,
The hits keep coming, the kits keep humming
I've re-examined every fact I've ever known
Here we stand, backs to each other, Asses to Asses, dusk to dusk
I didn't realize our characters might be written out so soon
Impossible is no longer an option...
When do we get to go outside again?
I don't think it's happening today
And the odds look pretty bleak for tomorrow...
Here we stand, backs to each other, Asses to Asses, dusk to dusk
I didn't realize our characters might be written out so soon
Everything is temporary, everything disappears
and the one thing I do know
Weeds take over the garden fast
Choking out life til there are no new sprouts to grow
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6. |
Carpe Vitam
03:00
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The smallest word or gesture can be much like a life boat...
Saving a psyche and giving heart
Food for the hungry, rest for the weary
Water for the parched, a light in the darkness
You can make a difference today
Choose happiness --- choose laughter
choose kindness every day
Choose giving and caring and smiling – choose the brighter way
Seize your life --- the rewards are waiting...
Say something nice to someone (you will make their day)
Doesn't matter what they're wearing (tell em it looks good)
Everybody looks their very best --- when they smile
Each morning we get a choice about what sort of day it will be
We can't always choose our situation
But we can choose our attitude!
Go Out and Face the day with a smile --- SMILE!
Seize your life --- the rewards are waiting...
Say something nice to someone (you will make their day)
Doesn't matter what they're wearing (tell em it looks good)
Everyone looks beautiful in a smile (SMILE)
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Invisible Friend
03:51
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My invisible friend
I can picture you,
but I can't touch you
You just smile and poke some fun
You're a most familiar friend
I can say things to you I can barely think myself
Everyone likes a good place
A safe, secure, and warm place
But we all need space for dark places too
Light means nothing without darkness to compare
And nothing in its place could ever erase it
Take the time to know it...
Embrace it
That's the thing about being a friend
Especially an invisible friend
Sometimes just showing up is enough
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8. |
I Like Dogs
03:19
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I like dogs.
I didn't always
(well, I kinda did always ---
just a big gap in between)
I hardly knew what I was missing...
Then I met Sheba, the protector, Queen of all she surveyed
I was but a pawn in her world, but a pawn worthy of her protection
And then Magic --- who was... well, MAGIC
He raised 3 kids and then two pups
He was Magic
Coco was clever and amazing, and the smartest dog (or person) I've ever known
And she loved me --- she died in my arms --- and I cried...
Sebastian is my favorite clown, rarely scary, but a predator...
He'll sneak up on me, paw by paw, beak by beak, until his face s in my lap
and his legs on either side of me – he's the goofiest dog I know --- and I love him so!
Pepper, my sweet pepper, Herding everyone is the household
until you've counted us all!
And then zooming around the yard (to show you can?!)
I want to be a dog.
I want my head scratched, behind my ears,
my back rubbed, and please ---
Someone rub my butt!
I wanna hear you say “Good Boy”
And wag my tail, and lick your face!
I want to be a dog!
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Hope
04:06
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The future seems more awful than the past
Where every day is better than the next
If looking closely, it's not hard to see
How we got here, and how it came to be
If you're not outraged then you don't understand
And I don't suffer “stupid” very well
Wishes disguised as facts
Too much is never enough
Standing, stunned, staggering
The illusion of safety is a trap
If you're not outraged then you don't understand
I've never suffered “stupid” very well
I want to believe in hope
But hope does not believe in me
I'd try to change things, try to mend
But first I need to know if the world is gonna end
deluding ourselves with hope
Hope keeps us paralyzed
Hope helps deny what's right in front of us
If you're not outraged then you don't understand
I've never suffered “stupid” very well
I want to believe in hope
But hope does not believe in me
I'd try to change things, try to mend
But first I need to know if the world is gonna end
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