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Real Time
02:42
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Find time, take time, somehow you make time.
Full-time, crunch time, no time for lunch time.
Got no spare time, pull out your hair time.
Keep time, lose time, project-is-due time.
What’s real time?
Meet time, greet time, please take your seat time.
Talk time, meal time, let’s make a deal time.
Drive-time, down-time, get out of town time.
Work time, play time, call it a day time.
But, I want to know what’s real time.
Time is an illusion, eternal confusion.
Time is an illusion, eternal confusion.
The stars are in collusion.
I need a real time infusion.
Time is an illusion, eternal confusion.
Time is an illusion, eternal confusion.
The stars are in collusion.
I need a real time infusion.
Night time, sleep time, fall under deep time.
Fright time, scream time, pray this is a dream time.
Midnight snug time, I need a hug time.
Back to sleep time, won’t be enough time.
I need to go to real time.
Time is an illusion, eternal confusion.
Time is an illusion, eternal confusion.
The stars are in collusion.
I need a real time infusion.
Time is an illusion, eternal confusion.
Time is an illusion, eternal confusion.
The stars are in collusion.
I need a real time infusion.
Transfusion.
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Hot Coffee and Warm Cats
02:24
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I drink in the dawn, working slow at the gym;
I sink in the fog, now I'm all settled in,
With hot coffee and warm cats,
My own oasis from all that's
Screaming from the headlines,
So many dead.
Waiting in the breadlines,
Bleeding from the head.
Starving in the streets or the refugee camp,
Freezing in the night, huddled round a lamp.
Soldiers with masks and evil-looking guns;
Mothers waiting up for their sons.
My family's all home, snug in their beds.
I wait in the dark, looking ahead,
To hot coffee and warm cats;
It's easy to ignore all that's
Screaming from the headlines,
So many dead.
Waiting in the breadlines,
Bleeding from the head.
Starving in the streets or the refugee camp,
Freezing in the night, huddled round a lamp.
Soldiers with masks and evil guns;
Mothers waiting up for their sons.
They wish they were home, their family all there.
No more bombs, living life without fear.
With full stomachs and warm bread,
Children safe in their own beds.
With peace in their streets and in their hearts.
Is there any way I can do my part
To share my hot coffee...
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I've Got a Fire
03:41
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I’ve got a dream in my pocket and it wants to go and play;
I’ve got a dream in my pocket, and it wants to have its day.
I’ve got a dream in my pocket and it really needs a walk;
I’ve got a dream in my pocket, and it’s learning how to talk.
I’ve got a dream.
I’ve got a song in my backpack and it wants to fly out;
I’ve got a song in my backpack and it wants to jump and shout.
I’ve got a song in my backpack and it wants to shake and bake;
I’ve got a song in my backpack and it’s keeping me awake.
I’ve got a song.
I’ve got a fire that I’m holding in my hand;
And I hold it out in front to remind me who I am.
And I reach up in the air, hold it up to the sky,
So I can follow that flame until the day that I die.
I’ve got a fire.
I have a bird on my shoulder, and he whispers in my ear;
I have a bird on my shoulder and he tells me “never fear”.
I have a bird on my shoulder and he whistles a sweet tune;
I have a bird on my shoulder and he watches cartoons.
I have a bird.
I have a power in my soul, when I let it shine through;
I have a power in my soul, that can lift me when I’m blue.
I have a power in my soul, and it’s holding me up;
I have a power in my soul, and it fills my cup.
I have a power.
I’ve got a fire that I’m holding in my hand;
And I hold it out in front to remind me who I am.
And I reach up in the air, hold it up to the sky,
So I can follow that flame until the day that I die.
I’ve got a fire.
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Nerd Power
02:58
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I don't like to talk much, I don't answer the telephone.
I don't go out to lunch, I'd rather to eat alone.
(She doesn't like to talk too much, she won't answer the telephone.
She won't go out to lunch, she'd rather to eat alone.)
But it gives me a warm feeling that
My smartphone can talk to my thermostat.
I like to exchange words with my friends;
I like to watch birds flying end over end.
(She likes to exchange words with my friends;
she likes to watch birds flying end over end.)
But it's not as sociable as it might seem.
It all happens on my iPad screen.
In another generation I would have been a loner --
A freaky-geeky kid sitting in a corner.
(In another generation she would have been a loner --
A freaky-geeky kid sitting in a corner.)
But now it's our time -- nerds-R-us,
I'd fit right in on the Google Bus!
I talk with lots of friends every day,
or at least I let them know I like what they say.
(She talks with lots of friends every day,
or at least she lets them know she likes what they say.)
The beauty of being a Facebook mama:
I can do it all wearing my pajamas!
I'm not anti-social -- I'm just kind of shy.
I know it would be better to look you in the eye.
(She's not anti-social -- she's just kind of shy.
She knows it would be better to look you in the eye.)
But then I might look like a fool
When I break some unwritten social rule.
In another generation I would have been a loner --
A freaky-geeky kid sitting in a corner.
(In another generation she would have been a loner --
A freaky-geeky kid sitting in a corner.)
But now it's our time -- nerds-R-us,
I'd fit right in on the Google Bus!
In another generation I would have been a loner --
A freaky-geeky kid sitting in a corner.
(In another generation she would have been a loner --
A freaky-geeky kid sitting in a corner.)
But now it's our time -- nerds-R-us,
now it's our time -- nerds-R-us,
now it's our time -- nerds-R-us,
Move on over, make room on the Google Bus!
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For all the years,
Through all the fears,
I'll be there with you, I'll take care of you.
Just so you know,
wherever you go,
I'll be there with you, I'll take care of you.
Tears and rains are sure to come.
Fears and pains, there will be some.
But we'll brave that weather
Since we'll be together, you'll see.
When you start to feel the cold;
When you think you're getting old,
Reach out and take my hand.
We'll take it on you and me.
For all the years,
Through all the fears,
I'll be there with you, I'll take care of you.
Just so you know,
wherever you go,
I'll be there with you, I'll take care of you.
Our life together is all my treasure.
Scars of life can't dim the pleasure
Of being a part of the one that is made up of two
Always remember, when life can hurt,
That I'm there with you; I'm in your court.
As you take care of me, I take care of you too.
For all the years,
Through all the fears,
I'll be there with you, I'll take care of you.
Just so you know,
wherever you go,
I'll be there with you, I'll take care of you.
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I Light a Fire Tonight
02:43
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I light a fire tonight.
Bask in its orange light.
The crackling wood sings low.
We rest inside its glow.
I pour some wine tonight.
Deep red reflects the light.
Your eyes shine with the glow.
This is heaven I know.
There’s so much hate out there.
Folks acting out their fear.
But the love God gave us.
Will save us.
Tonight turn off the news.
Tonight we’ll have no blues.
The phone is off the hook.
We’ll curl up with a book.
There’s so much hate out there.
Folks acting out their fear.
But the love God gave us.
will save us.
The love that made us.
will save us.
The love God gave us.
will save us
Save us.
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The Devil's Calendar
04:07
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The devil woke up this morning, said "Who's it to be?
There's some women out there who are too organized for me.
They bring home the bacon, fry it up in the pan.
I'll show them who's boss -- tomorrow I'll start with Pam!"
I need a few hours to work it all through.
Her husband's leaving surgery now -- I know just what I'll do.
A six-hour delay sounds about right,
Then up every four hours for drugs all night.
Now the devil over-slept, while Pam got out of bed.
She got her kids off to school; now she's a step ahead.
She's rearranged her calendar, gone to Costco to order a cake.
Took a meeting to plan her son's college
(and no, she didn't stop to bake).
Took care of her ailing husband; did lots of nursing stuff.
She exclaimed, "What kind of deviltry
doesn't pay these nurses enough!?"
Well, that woke up our devil. He said "What have I done?
And now she's got hold of her briefcase,
She's got her power suit on!"
As she headed down the Pike,
the devil said "I'll get her when
she goes to testify for a committee,
where I still have some friends."
But Judiciary Oversight was no match for our Pam.
She handled them cooly, and slipped back into Mom-mode again.
The devil was getting mad, but he'd never beat Costco yet
so he let her pick up her cake, and said, "I'll stop her at the vet".
And made the dog act stubborn, and made him pee on the floor.
The devil sat back and cackled, "She'll never get out the door!"
But Pam is strong and wily. We know she goes to the gym.
She wrestled and cooed and chokeheld,
and finally persuaded him (the dog).
The devil said "I'm going crazy. I'm thwarted at every turn.
The day is almost over. I'm really starting to burn!"
"It's not my usual style. It don't have my usual class.
But I'm going to steal her wallet. That'll send her to her Aspirin."
But our intrepid Pam strode back into the night.
And found her wallet in the glow
of her guardian angel's spotlight.
Still there's homework to be done, and family to be fed.
And many miles to go before it's time for bed.
So once more to the gym, and lots more nursing stuff.
(And did she already mention, they don't pay nurses enough?)
One photo album left to build, some presents yet to wrap,
Before Pam can lay down for a short four-hour nap.
But the devil left, defeated. He's learned, to his surprise,
that he'll never beat a woman,
he'll never beat a woman,
he'll never defeat a woman
who's organized.
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ReUnion
03:05
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We were called back to the Eden of our youth,
Where we’d savored the apple of knowledge.
Where we were tested and stretched; molded and forged,
Before expelled from our garden college.
And our Eden lay dormant in our distant past;
We’d forgotten the names and the faces.
We’ve lived several lifetimes since we’ve been there last,
Through births and deaths and distant places.
But we return, we return, we return
to the lake and the trees and towers.
We return, we return, we return
Wearing hard-won super powers.
Some of us approached with trepidation,
Fearing the Kryptonite of insecurity.
Would all of our adult strength suddenly disappear?
Would gray-haired wisdom give way once more to immaturity?
But with the first encounter of open arms,
With those first joyful laughs of re-meeting,
Enveloped in the warmth of our shared past,
All our fears were lost in the greeting.
And we return, we return, we return
to the lake and the trees and towers.
We return, we return, we return
Wearing hard-won super powers.
And we laughed and we danced and celebrated,
And we shared the hard stories of our souls
And the strength of our friendships kept us elevated,
While we absorbed the still peace of the lake and knolls.
And we return, we return, we return
to the lake and the trees and towers.
We return, we return, we return
Wearing hard-won super powers.
We return, we return, we return
to the lake and the trees and towers.
We return, we return, we return
Sharing hard-won super powers.
We return.
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Invisible
04:23
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I order my coffee from the pretty-boy barista.
Somehow he manages to look right past and
while his hair is still perfect, not a strand out of place
he somehow forgot to paste the smile back on his face.
When did I turn invisible?
I'm next in line for the tattooed checker.
She's deep in conversation with the grocery bagger.
My organic vegetables are all rung up.
She takes my money and never looks up.
When did I turn invisible?
I don't think I'm any less friendly than I used to be.
I'm pretty sure deep down inside I'm the same old me.
My jeans are no more faded than they always were.
And I feel pretty certain I'm wearing the same t-shirts.
I've somehow managed to turn invisible.
I dodge through swarms of phone-clutching hipsters
who never look up to see who they just missed.
They each wear a backpack instead of a briefcase.
And every time they turn around it barely misses my face.
When did I turn invisible?
It's not a phenomenon that I can clearly describe.
They've somehow collectively figured I'm not in their tribe.
There must be a clever way I can put this to use.
And make it a magical power instead of abuse.
Because I've somehow managed to turn...
I've kind of always wanted to turn...
I've finally managed to turn...
Invisible...
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The Moment of Still
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There's a clock in my brain and it goes tick-tock.
There's a clock in my brain and it never seems to stop.
There's a clock in my brain and it never shuts up.
The tempo of my feet keeps me running.
The tempo of my beat keeps me strumming.
The tempo and the heat never let up.
But I look for the quiet in between,
I look for the moment of still.
I rest in the quiet in between.
I rest in the moment of still.
There's a pounding in my heart and it goes so fast.
There's a pounding in my heart and it beats my chest.
There's a pounding in my heart and it won't slow down.
And the heat of my blood makes me sweat.
And the heat of my blood burns me, yet
the heat of my blood won't cool down.
But I look for the quiet in between,
I look for the moment of still.
I rest in the quiet in between.
I rest in the moment of still.
And that clock in my brain keeps me thinking.
And the tempo of my feet keeps me from sinking
until I'm ready to step down.
And the pounding of my heart keeps me alive.
And the heat of my blood fuels my drive
'cuz I'm not quite ready to step down.
But I look for the quiet in between,
I look for the moment of still.
I rest in the quiet in between.
I rest in the moment of still.
Yes I look for the quiet in between,
I look for the moment of still.
I rest in that quiet in between.
I rest in the moment of still.
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They ask me if I'm OK
I don't know what to say
Until they asked I was fine.
I say it's just life,
We all have to deal.
People leaving happens all the time...but...
Some people are the light
On days that aren't so bright.
They help lift everybody's load
down every rocky road.
Some people are the glue
They help everyone through.
And then they leave a hole
Until they're gone you don't know.
I'm not looking forward to,
In fact I'm kind of dreading
The day you say "So long".
I'm not the only one
Who knows it won't be fun.
To us it just seems wrong.
We've been so grateful for each day
That you got to stay... here.
And now that it's time for you to leave
We cannot help but grieve.
Don't ask me if I'm OK
I won't know what to say
Until you ask I'll be fine.
I know it's just life and
We all have to deal.
People leaving happens all the time...but...
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Just a Little Bit Shy
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I'm feeling just a little bit,
I'm feeling just a little bit,
I'm feeling just a little bit shy.
I'm feeling just a little bit,
I'm feeling just a little bit,
I'm feeling just a little bit shy.
Remember when I met you,
I'd memorized your face.
I never could forget you
and still no one can take your place.
You sat across the table.
I sank into your eyes.
And just like in a fable,
I've somehow won the prize!
I'm feeling just a little bit,
I'm feeling just a little bit,
I'm feeling just a little bit shy.
I'm feeling just a little bit,
I'm feeling just a little bit,
I'm feeling just a little bit shy.
All these lifetimes later
I'm still in love with you.
And just like in the theatre,
We'll finally say "I do"!
Now I'm feeling just a little bit,
I'm feeling just a little bit,
I'm feeling just a little bit high.
I'm feeling just a little bit,
I'm feeling just a little bit,
I'm feeling just a little bit high.
I'm feeling just a little bit,
I'm feeling just a little bit,
I'm feeling just a little bit high.
I'm feeling just a little bit,
I'm feeling just a little bit,
I'm feeling just a little bit high.
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