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My Light True

by Englewood

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As the day turns into night, and I need some kind of light , I wait for you to call, ‘cuz you know that you’re my all. And when the day is through my home is here with you. You’re my light true. When the dawn begins to break, and we start to come awake, I know we have to go. I will the time to beat slow. And even if the day is long, still nothing can be wrong When you’re my light true. And though I might get caught up in the daily grind, Racing the clock to beat the schedule. Please know that this thought is never far behind: You’re my light true. As the night turns into day, I wish that we could stay. Before things get too fast, I want this moment to last. But we’ll go earn our daily bread, then meet back here at this bed, ‘Cuz you’re my light true. And though I might get caught up in the daily grind, Racing the clock to beat the schedule. Please know that this thought is never far behind: You’re my light true. Yes you’re my light true
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Warm gathering on a winter night, filled with good food and some wine. Sharing stories in front of the fire, lots of laughs and a little crying. I treasure these moments, I hold them before they're just Christmas lights in the rear view mirror. Full days exploring the sights, in a city far from home. Trying new foods, enjoying the views, wherever my feet roam. I treasure these moments, don't want them to go become just city lights from the airplane window. Up at dawn to join the bustle, heading downtown to the work-day hustle. A fresh cup of coffee at my desk, then banging away at the job I do best. I treasure these moments, the days' little highs before Sunset's rays drape the evening skies. Warm gathering on a winter night, filled with good food and some wine. Sharing stories in front of the fire, lots of laughs and just a little crying. I treasure these moments, I hold them before they're just Christmas lights in the rear view mirror.
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Nothing but steel grey where the sky used to be, Nothing but frozen snow where green used to be. It's been a long, long winter, and it's only February. No matter what the groundhog says, it'd be too long for me. But when the sun starts to break through, and it shines on your skin, You can start to feel warm, and feel human again. And the ice melts in your heart, and the spring rushes in. Nothing feels so good as when the sun breaks through. Everybody’s getting cranky, everyone’s feeling down, Trying to get to work or school, fighting the frozen ground. Or stuck at home alone, no projects left to do, Or stuck at home with kids who are getting bored too. But when the sun starts to break through, and it shines on your skin, You can start to feel warm, and feel human again. And the ice melts in your heart, and the spring rushes in. Nothing feels so good as when the sun breaks through. Nothing but darkness where eyes used to shine on you, Nothing but empty air where arms used to hold you. It’s a long, long time when you’re on your own. It makes a cold, dark winter when you feel all alone. But when love starts to break through, and it shines on your skin, You can start to feel warm, and feel human again. And the ice melts in your heart, and the spring rushes in. Nothing feels so good as when love breaks through. When love starts to break through, and it shines on your skin, And you start to feel warm, and feel human again. And the ice melts in your heart, and the spring rushes in. Nothing feels so good as when love breaks through, love breaks through.
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Try not to panic, oh no no, I had a scare with my doctor today. A foreign lump that should not be there, wanted it to just go away. So one might wonder, what did I do, when it turned out fine and we all pulled through. Did I quit my job to become a monk or save the world and all that junk? Oh no, oh no, oh no. Try not to panic, oh no no, I had a scare with the weather today. A flood or fire or earthquake nightmare, kind of thought this might be the day. So one might wonder, what did I do, when it turned out fine and we all pulled through. Did I quit my job to become a monk and save the world and all that junk? Oh no, oh no, oh no. Try not to panic, oh no no, I had a scare with the traffic today. A raging taxi urban nightmare, coming at me, headed my way. So one might wonder, what did I do, when it turned out fine and we all pulled through. Did I quit my job to become a monk and save the world and all that junk? Oh no, oh no, oh no. I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I know it’ll happen one fine day. But until then I’ll keep my head in the sand, I’m afraid I’m going to live it that way. And in the meantime what’ll I do while everything’s fine and we’re pulling through. I’ll do my job and I’ll have some fun, and sometimes try to help someone. Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes. Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes.
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Do you sometimes catch a shadow when you open up a door. Do you sometimes hear an echo when you walk across the floor. You hear the sighs and the whispers of the ones who walked here before. This cabin looks empty, the hinges barely hold the door. There are boards missing, as you try to step your way across the floor. But that’s not how it looked to the ones who walked here before. So stop, close your eyes, and listen to the music and the lore. Read the stories, imagine their lives, and their loves, and their yearnings for more. And one day you’ll join the ranks of the ones who walked here before. Sometimes stop to think of those you’ve loved who’ve passed on. Remember their light, and how they made you feel less alone. And while there’s still someone to think of them they’re not wholly gone. So stop, close your eyes, and listen to the music and the lore. Read the stories, imagine their lives, and their loves, and their yearnings for more. And some day you’ll be one of those, one day we’ll all be one of those; Remember, remember those who walked here before.
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Woodpecker (free) 02:39
Speed to the airport, drop off the rental car. Take the little bus, how can it take so long? It’s not that far. Made it through security, put my shoes back on. Made it on the plane, now I’m finally heading home. Come home to the cats for a quiet break or I would if it wasn’t for the damn woodpecker. Newspapers, smart-phones, NPR broadcasters. I think I could keep up if I moved a little faster. Pushing by the slow pokes on the BART escalator, so I don’t miss my train and be 15 minutes later. Looking forward to home, shutting off, taking a break or I would if it wasn’t for the damn woodpecker. It’s driving me crazy, I think I’ll go insane. Is that pecking inside or outside of my brain? It’s hard enough to get some quiet in my head. It’s hard enough to slow down and hear silence instead of all that noise. I need a quiet space. The living room, it used to be that place. It’s driving me crazy, I think I’ll go insane. Is that pecking inside or outside of my brain? It’s driving me crazy, I think I’ll go insane. Is that pecking inside or outside of my brain?
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Twenty-five thousand strong, march 10 kilometers long Start them up with a song that says “You’ll Never Walk Alone” Twenty five years ago, our numbers were very small But our hearts were very full, desperately searching for what we could do. We asked “Why…” Many were neglected, our friends were despised. All the while we could see the terror in their young/old eyes. They asked “Why…” Today I think back 15 years, to watching a good friend die. Watching his morphine tears, falling from soon-to-be angel eyes. Why…. Now 25 thousand strong are marching 10 kilometers long. We start them up with a song that says “You’ll Never Walk Alone”. Don’t let them walk alone.
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Here’s where my God waits for me, here where the redwoods make a steeple of trees. Here’s where I go when I need to say please, please. Here’s the church where I’m welcome. Here on earth it’s heaven. Here’s where I go when I need an in. I say God, it’s time for our one-on-one. I say God, time to bring out the heavy guns. Stop messing around, making believe you’re out of town. Please… please. An answer comes with a murmured brook, or a stellar jay who swings by with a look. And in the sudden quite of the trees I feel peace. I say God, thank you for that one-on-one time. I say God, thank you for who you are in everyone. And in this cathedral of trees, thank you for bringing me peace. And thanks for giving me this place where I can say please
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Re-Entry 02:32
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Bottle It Up 03:57
Those long hot days don’t last, it’s a bummer. When you think about life it has a mighty short summer. Those long hot days don’t last, it’s a bummer. It’s a bummer. Before you know it the dark’s falling fast. I wish there was a way to make summer last. Before you know it the dark’s falling fast. I wish there was a way to make summer last. To make summer last. Can you bottle it up, and put it in a jar. Can those tomatoes to make them go farther. Pick blackberries ‘til your fingers bleed, so you’ll have the jam when you need it. Can you bottle it up; put it in a jar. When you think about love it has a mighty short summer. People can leave too fast, it’s a bummer. When you think about love it has a mighty short summer. People can leave too fast, it’s a bummer. It’s a bummer. Before you know it the good days are past. I wish there was a way to hold your loved ones fast. Before you know it the good days are past. I wish there was a way to hold your loved ones fast. Hold your loved ones fast. Can you bottle it up, can you put it in a jar? Can you hold them so tight that they can’t get far. When you’re lying awake, holding them at night, Can you save that for later in a jar full of light. Can you bottle up love and save it in a jar.
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You can occupy a park and live in a tent. Is it cheaper than paying the rent? Get a group together to prove that you are here. Form a Woodstock-village to stave off the fear. I know that you’re just staving off the fear. Because the rich are getting richer and you’re powerless before them. Losing social benefits and jobs to pay for them. But in the meantime the ones that you are hurting are the ones who can’t afford to stop working. We’re spending money meant to help them to clean up your mess. So I suggest you… Occupy your life. Get off the ground and occupy your life. Get out and vote and occupy your life. Or run for office and occupy your life; fight for healthcare. Come on out of your tent and occupy your life. So you spend a few days sleeping on the ground. Meetings with no leaders just go round and round. You don’t know what to ask for ‘cuz you don’t know what you want. It’s easy to stay angry when you’ve got someone to taunt. You’d rather stay angry and now you’ve got someone to taunt. But I suggest you… Occupy your life. Get off the ground and occupy your life. Get out the vote and occupy your life. Join a union and occupy your life. Come on out of your tent; come on out of that grimy tent. Come on out of your tent and occupy your life.

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released November 28, 2011

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