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Winter Wondered
03:45
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Woke up in the morning - looked out the window
My car turned into a pile of snow
So I tie my boots to go out into it
Start shovelin’ snow cause it’s time to move it
the Wind off the lake goes scraping my cheeks As I’m
Scraping the windows - half asleep
Perhaps this morning coulda been better
but tis the season for shitty weather
It’s coming down - It’s darker now
Something you thought could never happen to ya
It’s all right here - it’s moving through ya
It’s moving through ya
It moving through
Is it mischief? the sound of laughter?
Does winter wonder, or does it matter?
A snowflake lands on a hopeful tongue
Damn did I ever act that young?
Was I acting or was I in it?
Is it how you say it or how you spin it?
Something you thought could never happen to ya
It was all right there - it was moving through ya
Still coming down - but I’m older now
Something you thought could never happen to ya
It’s all right here - it’s moving through ya
It’s moving through ya
It's moving through
Get in my car let the windows defrost - flip the radio on let the radio talk
The DJ sings of snow day chatter - Does winter wonder or does it matter?
I look at my breath & look to the right - The kids next store have started a fight
Is it mischief or the sound of laughter? - Clear the drive or make a pattern?
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2. |
Wild Woven Love
02:26
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Large round wooden table
Made of weathered oak
A bottle of Merlot
That’s been itching for a toast
8 red mats
Hold 8 spoons - 8 forks - 8 knives
2 White Cookie Candles
That glow on either side
A rhythm in the kitchen
She wears an apron sewn of hearts
Flour , eggs, and breadcrumbs
She measures out the parts
Tears from cutting onions
but Joy from tasting sauce
Sweat may drip into the pot
But it's like a pinch of salt
and she says…
1 Chef / 1 Sheet - Roasting in the Oven
1 Pot Boiling and 2 Pans simmering
Somehow Warm - Upon Delivery
...Yum!...
Un - til - then the salad's prepped
Like Aye bouquet of April flowers
Cheese is cut and spread
in white and yellow piles
Baskets of bread all snuggled up
Next to a pool of peppered oil
One eye always on the sauce
to make sure it never boils
A meal so full of flavor is best-served with a dessert
Calls for spoon of butter
But two spoons never hurt
A woven top on a handmade crust
Is a wild kind of love
It takes longer than the time it bakes
She knows they’ll be enough
1 Chef / 1 Sheet - Roasting in the Oven
1 Pot Boiling and 2 Pans simmering
Somehow Warm - Upon Delivery
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Spent a little time trying to make amends - Found a little voice in the back of my head
that says again again - I’ve found my way - Then again I have not learned how to say
Gotta little box on the shelf - Sometimes I sneak a peak
open it up to feel the ground below my feet, my feet, my feet, they’re underneath
Pack the autumn into the car so we can start again
picking up the pieces - and it’s so hard to tend- to lend - to go - to bend - to hold - to mold
Take the little box into the car and we will drive along
Counting all the lines in rhythm to these older songs -
-these songs - Happen - We hum along
-Ba-dum -Ba-dum -Ba-dum -Ba-dum
+Boxes inside of boxes inside of boxes Inside
+it goes - it goes - it goes - it goes..
Pack the autumn into the house - that’s where we’ll start again
Tucking all the pieces in places - where they will spend - some time
until - it’s time again
Every now and then - I stumble on an older song
Grab the old box - thinkin’ bout driving along, along, along again I hum
-Ba-dum -Ba-dum -Ba-dum -Ba-dum
+Boxes inside of boxes inside of boxes inside
+it goes - it goes - it goes - it goes
+ This car can go for miles and miles - and wind up in
This heart could go for miles and miles - can’t help but follow it
+This car can go for miles and miles - and - Wind Up In….
This heart can go for miles and miles - Wind up on the Western end
+ It goes - it goes - it goes - it goes -
it goes - it goes - it goes - it goes -
+This car can go for miles and miles - Wind Up In….
+It goes - it goes - it goes - It goes - It…
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+Why take showers
When We’ve got pool
Tequila & limes
All the necessary tools
+Beer crackin’ fools
love the summertime heat….
sizzle in the sun
like barbecue meet
+Take a splash - go swimming
hop out - still drippin'
Stroll to the creek for some dockside fishin'
+Bait Up/ Cast Out/ Hope they’re nippin'
Cast out/ Reel in/ Set free/ and cast out again
—Let em go
—into the stream
—they sail away
+squeeze the juice from the lemon
add the water- start sippin'
Just making the most
Yeah - Just livin’
+Corn roasting beer toastin'
Melon chillin Dog grillin'
Bake the pie Cherry fillin'
Stuff your face If you’re willin’
+Fresh cut grass & an icy cold glass
Jump the old fence & take the old path
+to the fields where we dance on a
Summertime eve
put your lips to the dandelion
all you gotta do is breath
—Let em go
—into the wind
—they blow away
+Smells like the ocean
and suntan lotion
cerveza and brats
on barbecue tops
+And when the sun go down
the pool clears out
for marshmellow grahams
more beer and bon-fires
+Fireflies, fire-stars
that we collect in jars
talk about whether
there’s life out on mars
+As for cars - don’t drive em
Where’s my keys?
Had to hide em
Put a match to the bottle rocket
All you gotta do is light em
—Let em go
—They explode
—and blow away
And restless dogs go dancing
with tails a'waggin
through fields agrowin'
and nose agrabbin'
at smells adriftin'
on winds ablowin'
and we’re by the fire
just marshmellow-oh-N
mellow’n
mellow’n
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5. |
Pouring Buckets
02:59
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didn’t get caught in the rain today
didn't get caught in the rain today
Found myself caught-up in the rain today As I was walking home
The kinda walk where you can’t just walk away
Still got a ways to go
One minute it’s - sun-shine
Next minute it’s pouring buckets
A passing truck goes splashing by - As if to say - “Don’t be afraid to touch it…”
Found myself caught up in the rain today As I was walking home
The kinda walk where you can’t just walk away….
Found a puddle in my path
Coulda set me off the track
Thought about dodgin’ it but I said “Hey…
It’s just a few rain drops dropping on my head on a rainy day
As I stepped in a puddle trying to make my way
Just the rain drops falling on my head, and soon I’ll make my way home
to the T-V and some tea and my nice warm bed
Found myself walking through door - finally home
After gettin’ caught in the rain
Muddy shoes - soggy socks
On the floors - start to slop
Thought about making a Pot of tea
But the world outside is still puddle-ing
So I peeled off my socks and my shoes - just to feel the water between my toes
Turned around & went back outside to watch the rain drops
Fillin’ up the puddles and fallin’ on my runny nose
Caught in the rain
caught it in rain
caught in the rain
caught in the rain
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6. |
Sick Day Song
02:56
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When you wake up
Stuffed up
And stuffs lodged in your throat
Crawl out of bed
Have someone feel your head
To see if you have to go, back to bed
Pour me some tea or
Vitamin C
Cause baby you take good care of me
The next time feel blue
I'll do the same for you
'Cause that's what it means
To have tea, for 2
And my head feels
like a millions pounds
It gets ticked off by the smallest of sounds
I have at least 5 blankets around
Still when I get up I feel the chills...
of the night, time
Won't you please
Pour me some tea or
Vitamin C
Cause baby you take good care of me
The next time feel blue
I'll do the same for you
'Cause that's what it means
To have tea, for 2
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7. |
Twitch
03:24
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Somedays I need the confusion
Somedays I leave it alone
Somedays I have to ask
Somedays don’t wanna know
Somedays I had to go
Somedays I couldn’t leave
Somedays it’s cereal
Somedays it’s eggs & cheese
Somedays it’s waking up
Ready-to-go and Motivated
and other days it’s go-to-bed
Cause you couldn’t figure out what to do with it
However you spin it - However you wanna live it
However you spin it - around
What will make you pause
When’s it time to go?
What will keep you sane?
& How you gonna know?
What’s there to expect?
Should it always work?
Never learned that…
Some - Days - Al - Ways
Somedays I get permission
Somedays I go ahead
Somedays I have a cookie
Somedays salad instead
Somedays I have to rush
Somedays I take my time
Somedays I fill with coffee
Most days will end with wine
Somedays the music makers take the ache’n & bake a hook
Other days the baker plays to forget the bread that wouldn’t cook
However you spin it - However you wanna live it
However you spin it - around
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8. |
Clementines
02:14
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I know it’s not much of anything
Couple old records and a plastic train
A music box that strikes a chord in your heart
Walking around when it’s 8 degrees
Feel the cold air between your teeth
It’s a time like this that'll rip this place apart
But I am doing just fine
Apple peach tea at Clementines
I’m on my 2nd cup
And there’s no need to get up
A grateful owner of a store
Knows I haven’t been before
Opens the door and wishes me warmth on my way
Wind chimes made of forks and spoons
says she's making bracelets soon
Talking to me even after I paid
Waiting for a train to cross
Feel my nose turn to frost
Excited to be back in the spring
Looking forward to something
But I am doing just fine
Apple Peach Tea at clementines
I’ve on my 4th cup
and there’s no need to get up
Apple Peach Tea at Clementines
Apple Peach Tea at Clementines
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9. |
Tall Man
03:21
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In the morning breaking stride
Work so hard to make my mark
Makes me wanna question why
I feel the sun is on the rise
Watch my shadow stretching out
Makes me wonder what it's like
I wanna be a tall man
Just walking down that road
Just walking down that road
I wanna be a tall man
I feel the sun break through the trees
Hear the rustlin' of the leaves
There's a wind brushing my cheek
And as my cheek starts flushing red
It reminds me of what it is
To be at mercy to my legs
I wanna be a tall man
Just walking down that road
Just walking down that road
I wanna be a tall man
I wanna be a tall man
I hear the rumbling of the planes
Feel the rattle of the trains
All these cars keep booming past
Killin' their stereos
And then I'm looking to all around
'til my eyes go dropping' down
to worn souls below my feet
At least - they're walking down that road
Well I wanna be a tall man
Just walking down that road
I wanna be a tall man
I wanna be a tall man
I wanna be
I wanna be
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10. |
Sticky Chin
02:30
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Come and get your - lemonade
Sweet and Sour - summer day
Pink or yellow - either way
The best 10 cents you’ll - ever pay
Icy cup it - cannot last
Ice will melt so - drink it fast
Trickles down my - sticky chin
Puddles on my - sweaty skin
Come and get your lemonade
I have lemons - have a few
Mixed with water and the coolest cubes
Lemon juice ain’t nothing special
Just add the squeeze please
Just add the squeeze just add the squeeze
Please------
Come and get your - lemonade
Curbside service - never late
Cooler filled with the coolest cubes
Prices cheap and - choices few
Pink or yellow - either way
Tips are welcome - adollar’s great
Poster board and - marker sign
Stop your car and - get in line
Come and get your lemonade
I have lemons - have a few
Mixed with water and the coolest cubes
Lemon juice ain’t nothing special
Just add the squeeze please
Just add the squeeze just add the squeeze
Just add the squeeze Please
Please----
Come and get your lemonade
Come and get your lemonade
Come and get your lemonade
Just add the squeeze please
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11. |
Snowflake
02:00
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So slowly
Snowflake falling
Long long way to the ground
My nose pressed against the window
Trying to figure it out
If only my own journey could be so patient
But their journey has learned some lessons
Long and ancient
So slowly
Snowflake fall - ing
My nose pressed against the window
Stall - ing
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12. |
Tid Lee Red
02:31
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13. |
Dakota Springs
04:02
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The state that you found me in
Is that same where I hear ya been
Agree to never speak of this place again
Motion to find a will
Maybe start with the rolling hills
One night the moon is out
Strip down - Strip down
The emptiness & the exitless way of,
Bumbling about
In front of us
Motionless
It's happening
Standing alone
By river bed
Skipping a stone
Here - now - is where we are
I like it best in a moving car
With a chance to stretch my legs
Looking up from the mountain's edge
Tired as an evening rain
Wet socks soaking up the pain
A blue note in Dakota Springs
We'll sing with soggy toes
And tender throats
The raspy gasp
The smokey laugh
She still can hit those notes
Echos--
In front of us
Motionless
It's happening
Standing alone
By river bed
Skipping a stone
Here now is where we are - Here now is where we are
Sleep when you feel the urge
Speak only when you need the words
The quiet of the grassy plain
Don't need much of anything
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14. |
2 Snails
03:53
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There were two snails
That pushed along
They feel their days by making songs
Soft moist body
Shells so strong
To know that you were here then gone
There were 2 snails not far behind
There were 2 snails taking their time
Go back home
It's on their backs
It's mighty mobile and great for naps
There were 2 snails
There were 2 snails pushing along
5 inches per hour every day they found
Their way to
A mossy patch and a blue suede shoes
There were 2 snails a'search for food
Dandelion greens and a tasty brew
But hold the sold
It ain't their fault
Just doin' what they have to do
There were 2 snails
They Climb
They Slime
In Time
In Time
The Speed
Declines
The View
Devine
There were 2 Snails
There were 2 snails
That found their home
On their backs and on the go
Slow as it might seem sometimes
They were meant to
Slow-ly
Climb
There were 2 snails
They sing their songs
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the Baker's Basement Cleveland, Ohio
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