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Long Shadows

by Englewood

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Stay Strong 03:19
Strong, stay strong. Live long. Stand tall. Hold my hand. We’ll stand. Together we won’t fall. Don’t give in. Love will win. In the end love is all. See past the rain, past the pain to the light. Feel love around. It surrounds you through the night. Don’t give in. Love will win. In the end love is all. Strangers wait in line for hours to give their blood and leave their flowers. People all around the globe feel your pain and want to hold you. This is the best we can be. Strong, stay strong. Live long. Stand tall. Hold my hand. We’ll stand. Together we won’t fall. Don’t give in. Love will win. In the end love is all. Don’t give in. Love will win. In the end love is all
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Long Shadows 04:03
Long shadows this time of year, Long memories grow near. Long quiet voices sound clear. Long lost words return. Long cold fires re-burn. Long gone lines re-learned... Resting while the day unwinds I hope I can lose track of time. Watch the work-day turn to evening; Time to think of some true meaning. These are moments to take note of. Take a breath and think of motive... How to find the path and best guide, Listen to the whispers inside. Hold on tight to those you grow with. Love is priceless, that I know with all my heart and all my being. In the dusk I'm clearly seeing... Long shadows... Long memories... Long quiet.... Long lost.... Long cold.... Long gone. Living hard or hardly living's Not the only choice I'm given. Should I buy or should I sell is not the choice that's going to tell me how to spend the time allotted. Sitting here tonight I thought of... Long shadows this time of year, Long memories grow near. Long quiet voices sound clear. Long lost words return. Long cold fires re-burn. Long gone lives re-learned... Long shadows... Long shadows... Long shadows.
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I don't think he'd want us to cry too much. I don't think he'd want us to die too much. I don't want to say goodbye, though. It's too much. You lived with smile in your eye. Your laugh could light up the sky. But now your soul is ready to fly. So many people in our journeys day to day. So many pass like flames or shadows along the way. But others are part of your whole. They mark your soul. If it wasn't so cold and gray today, Maybe I'd find a way to say That though people leave it's all OK. But not today. I guess the price loving a friend is that they leave. I guess we're lucky if we're blessed enough to grieve. But I'm not sure yet if that's what I believe. So many people in our journeys day to day. So many pass like flames or shadows along the way. But others are part of your whole. They mark your soul. I don't think he'd want us to cry too much. I don't think he'd want us to die too much. I don't want to say goodbye, though. It's too much.
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My neighbor wants a wall, God only knows how tall, To keep out those who don’t look like him… at all. My neighbor wants a gun. He seems to fear someone Who doesn’t look much like him… or his son. My neighbor wants to close the road To anyone he doesn’t know And if he doesn’t like you, well, then…. You should go. Keep your insecure paranoia out of my space! Keep your immature posturing out of my face! I said keep your insecure paranoia out of my space! I said keep your immature posturing out of my face! But my neighborhood holds quite a range Of people. We grow strong with change, Weaving in new strands, new friends… No longer strangers. So when the Deluge comes We all could act as one And lend our strengths to help ourselves until… help comes. But my neighbor… wants… a gun…
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I’m watching all the busy people Rushing down the busy sidewalk, Jamming in the busy city, Race to be the first to Starbucks. If they’re going to be the first They must play chicken with the traffic, So I’m sure you understand If they hit you with their backpack. Big city crush. From an office far above I watch The flowing human ocean. From behind the quiet glass It looks like poetry in motion. The elevator sets me down. I exit the revolving port, And push into the sidewalk scrum, And realize it’s a contact sport. Big city crush. Everyone has heard about Monday night football, But here in the city we play Monday morning crush. Those high paid athletes play a few hours of pro-ball, But 12 hours a day we play Big City Crush. The race starts with the morning drive to grab the last parking place. Then sprinting to the station to make it onto the train. You wrestle your way into an overcrowded subway car. Commuting triathlon is not for the weak of heart. Big city crush. Everyone has heard about Monday night football, But here in the city we play Monday morning crush. Those high paid athletes play a few hours of pro-ball, But 12 hours a day we play Big City Crush. I’m watching all the busy people rushing down the busy sidewalk, Jamming in the busy city, race to be the first to Starbucks. If they’re going to be the first they must play chicken with the traffic, So I’m sure you understand when they hit you with their backpack. Big city crush.
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Just the other day I looked at you again, and it took me by surprise. Just the other day I fell in love again, when I looked into your eyes. Just the other day… When I take a moment to look at you again, it takes me by surprise. When I take that moment I fall in love again, when I see into your eyes. All the other days I take for granted all you do. All the other days I take for granted being with you. All the other days… All the other days I forget to stop and look at you. All the other days we run from one thing to another. Absentmindedly we take care of each other. All the other days…. All the other days I forget to remember why we do. All the other days we take the world on side by side. Looking straight ahead we deal with everything outside. All the other days…. All the other days we sometimes don’t remember to look inside. Just the other day I looked at you again, and it took me by surprise. Just the other day I fell in love again, when I looked into your eyes. Just the other day… Just the other day I looked at you again, and it took me by surprise. Just the other day I fell in love again, when I looked into your eyes. Just the other day… Just the other day.
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It could be a long ride the rest of the way. It could be a long ride after today. There could be a landslide waiting out there. There could be a dark side somewhere in here. Give me my ticket. Life’s a long ride. Already been long getting to now. Already been long, but we’ve made it somehow. Got to stick with my good friend, Keep a book in my pack. I’m here at the station; Hope I’m on the right track. Tear off my ticket…. Life’s a long ride. I’ve already lived a lifetime or three. I’ve already known several versions of me. I know that my days are more than Halfway done. I’ve made lots of choices -- I hope the right ones. Holding on to my ticket. Life’s a long ride. It could be a long ride the rest of the way. It could be a long ride after today. There could be a landslide waiting out there. There could be a dark side somewhere in here. Give me my ticket… Tear off my ticket…. I’m holding on to my ticket…. ‘Cuz life’s a long ride.
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Revisit 61 02:59
Blind commissioner. Tight-rope walker. Sword swallower. Good Samaratin. Napoleon in rags. Sweet Jane. Throwback Thursday Flashback Friday Saga of the candy crushers Cats filmed every possible way. Tripping Highway 61 meets Facebook in a mash-up like a dream. I like to think of Dylan’s people tripping lightly through my social stream. The social network messes with my mind at times and just like Dylan sometimes rhymes and sometimes just reminds My heart of all the faces and my mind of all the places all connected, all reflected through the times. Tripping Highway 61 meets Facebook in a mash-up like a dream. I like to think of Dylan’s people tripping lightly through my social stream. Sweet Melinda John the Baptist Cinderella One-eyed midget Ezra Pound Mr. Jones Pyrate Sunny Pamin China Mychal who can’t spell Rhoda incognito A.M., FYJ, Ray Q. Tripping Highway 61 meets Facebook in a mash-up like a dream. I like to think of Dylan’s people tripping lightly through my social stream. The social network messes with my mind at times and just like Dylan A sometimes rhymes and sometimes just reminds My heart of all the faces and my mind of all the places all connected, all reflected through the times.
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I was not worried. I knew you’d be fine. I was not worried; they do this all the time. I truly think you’re strong as a rock. Your Mum would say you’re from good peasant stock. Just to be clear, I was not worried. It sounded so simple, described with just one word. Two days later, you’re free as a bird. And then a nice long vacation from work. Just to be clear, I was not worried. Just to be clear, I was not worried. Then there was all of that blood, and all those hours waiting to see; All of that time to think how fragile life can be. All of that time when I could not give into fear; All of that time when I would not shed a tear. I don’t know why I couldn’t sleep through the night. I don’t know why my muscles clenched up so tight. I don’t know why I could not concentrate right. Just to be clear, I was not worried. Then there was all of that blood, and all those hours waiting to see; All of that time to think how fragile life can be. All of that time when I could not give into fear; All of that time when I would not shed one tear. I don’t know why, when they said that you were OK, I kept on breaking into tears throughout the whole day. I don’t know why it finally seemed like time to pray. Just to be clear, I was not worried. Just to be clear, I was not worried. But if you didn’t know better, you’d think that I was worried. If you didn’t know better, you’d think I was worried.
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Today I met you for the first time in a long long while. I hadn’t seen you much at all since you were just a child. Across the years, across the miles there’s such a gulf between. But still we grew from common roots; entwined and buried deep. I see you wave from years away, A shining golden star. I spy you on a distant shore. I wonder who you are. We spent the hours walking, talking; driving quietly. We shared some memories, broke some bread, and walked beside the sea. I hope that in the time we spent we might have formed a bond. I hope that if you need a hand, you won’t have to look long. I see you wave from years away, A shining golden star. I spy you on a distant shore. I wonder who you are. And maybe in a few more years we’ll do it all again. Maybe in a few more years, we’ll do it all as friends. I see you wave from years away, A shining golden star. I spy you on a distant shore. I wonder who you are. I wonder who you are.
11.
Packed up the car, start the day with the sun. Cruise control is set, heading south on Highway 101. Ticked away the miles getting out of the city, Into the heart of the state where it’s so pretty. A cool glass of wine at the end of the day Makes me feel warmly towards the place we’re going to stay tonight. Spend a day or two exploring all around, Looking for the best taqueria in town. The road stretching on, as far as I can see Lets me feel hopeful, lets me feel free. Until the fog rolls in and blocks out the sun I’ll keep cruising south on Highway 101. The next stop south from San Diego Is the border, but there’s no time for Mexico today. So here’s where we’ll turn around To head back home , north to Oaktown. The road stretching on, as far as I can see Lets me feel hopeful, lets me feel free. Until the fog rolls in and blocks out the sun I’ll keep cruising south on Highway 101.
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Be Kind 01:33
There’s something going on that I don’t understand. There something going on that’s getting out of hand. I caught a glimpse outside of my bubble, Heard insults and taunts, and all kinds of trouble. Come on, people, now, come on….. Be kind. Like all of a sudden it’s OK to be mean. All of a sudden it’s OK to scream At people you don’t agree with politically Or people who look or pray differently. Come on, now, come on….. Be kind.

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released October 1, 2016

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