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The Eyes Above the Mask
02:55
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I’m walking down the street today.
It’s not just like a normal day.
The sky is thick, it’s very gray,
But not the normal foggy way.
I can’t see the expressions of the people that I pass.
I can only see the eyes above the mask.
There is a silence that’s closing us down,
Making this feel like an old ghost town.
Houses are sealed up to keep out the air.
Neighbors are asking for filters to spare.
My eyes keep burning, angry and raw.
Is this the future we never foresaw?
Is this the future come to pass,
When we can only see the eyes above the mask?
Do you know I’m smiling when I’m passing you by?
Or do you think I’m crying when you see my red eyes?
How can I reach out, or know what to ask,
When I can only see the eyes above the mask?
My eyes keep burning, angry and raw.
Is this the future we never foresaw?
Is this the future come to pass,
When we can only see the eyes above the mask?
So does this portend we’ll expire alone,
Sealed up inside our isolated homes?
I don’t know the answer. I only know
That this is not the way I expected this to go.
My eyes keep burning, angry and raw.
Is this the future we never foresaw?
Is this the future come to pass,
When we can only see the eyes above the mask?
My eyes keep burning, angry and raw.
Is this the future we never foresaw?
Is this the future come to pass,
When we can only see the eyes above the mask?
Only see the eyes above the mask…
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2. |
I'll Never be a Preacher
02:53
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I know I’ll never be a preacher.
God knows I’ll never be a priest.
Maybe I’ll try to be a teacher
Of one simple point at least.
Because I really do believe.
That we are all a part of one.
And our separate selves all grew
Under the same warm sun.
If anything ties together.
Human future and its past.
It’s our common threads of life
That sew together
Whatever’s going to last.
So when you talk about your fences,
And your borders and your walls,
Something inside me yells out “Listen!”
To our common soul’s calls.
Remember we’re all joined together.
Don’t forget that we all are one.
Don’t forget that we all grew
Under the same warm sun.
And if anything ties together
Human future and its past,
It’s our common threads of life
That sew together whatever’s going to last.
I know I’ll never be a preacher.
God knows I’ll never be a priest.
Maybe I’ll try to be a teacher
Of this simple point at least…
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3. |
Their Little Hearts
02:41
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I like the short ones, I like the small ones,
I like the bouncing off the wall ones.
I like the big ones, I like the tall ones,
I like the running for the ball ones.
I like the young ones with furry toes.
I like the old ones with the funny nose.
I like the red ones, I like the black ones,
I like the polka-dotted cat ones.
I like the white ones, I like the gray ones,
I like the sit-with-me-all-day ones.
I like to watch them when they take a nap.
I like to hold them when they need a lap.
I like the ones who make me laugh, I like the ones who purr.
I like the ones who snuggle up, and cover me with fur.
Their little hearts recharge my soul
And make my own heart grow, I know.
I like the old ones, I like the chill ones,
I like the ones who've been around.
I like the new ones who cannot always
Keep their feet on solid ground.
I like the ones who show their battle scars.
I like the ones who like to climb the bars.
I like to tell them all the silly things that pop into my head.
They never seem to mind or give me a hard time
about something I said.
The dogs are always glad to see me;
With the cats I'm never sure.
I like the ones who make me laugh, I like the ones who purr.
I like the ones who snuggle up, and cover me with fur.
Their little hearts recharge my soul
And make my own heart grow, I know.
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4. |
Too Many Russian Songs
03:20
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I've been listening to too many Russian songs.
I don't know about you, but they always kind of make me long
For something that I never lost; I never bore that heavy cost,
But something in the melody seems to haunt and shadow me.
I've been listening to too many dark blues.
I don't know about you, but they make me think of those I lose.
Over all the years, so many people become dear.
Over all those days, so many die or move away.
Maybe at our very core, we always feel alone.
Maybe tunes of longing resonate within our bones.
Maybe hearing all those sad chords lets us reach our hand out
To the lonely infant sleeping in our souls.
I've been listening to too many sad songs.
I've been thinking about too, too many bad wrongs.
But sometimes too much darkness makes our inner baby cry
For everybody's loneliness, buried deep inside.
Maybe at our very core, we always feel alone.
Maybe tunes of longing resonate within our bones.
Maybe hearing all those sad chords lets us reach our hand out
To the lonely person standing by our side.
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I woke up this morning, and didn’t feel right.
I don’t understand it -- I slept well last night.
I woke up this morning, there was something wrong with me.
'Cuz when I woke up this morning
I couldn’t find my key.
I tried some keys, I tried A, B, and C.
I tried some more, I tried D, E, F, G.
I thought I’d tried them all, but they didn’t sound right to me.
'Cuz when I woke up this morning, it seems like I lost my key.
I got my guitar, and I played lots of chords.
The cat stood up, and she walked out the door.
Well, you know it’s bad when the cat walks out the door.
I yelled to her I just can't help it, 'cuz I can’t find my key no more.
I tried the piano, but I just couldn’t play.
And the cat came back in, she had something to say.
I don’t know what it was, but she sure had something bad to say.
I said to her I'm really sorry, but I can’t find my key today.
I went to the store to buy a new harp.
They said we don’t have that key, at least not at in this shop.
I said you’ve just got to help me, help me to find my key.
She said you could try another store, but if I were you,
I’d be thinking it might be me.
I woke up this morning, there was something wrong with me.
When I woke up this morning I just couldn’t find my key.
Yeah, woke up this morning and I just couldn't find my key.
So I'm going to go to bed early, and hope my key finds me.
I'll go to bed early and hope that my key is going to find me.
Eventually...
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6. |
I'll be the One
02:19
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I know that you couldn’t sleep last night.
I know the phone ringing gives you a fright.
I know that you wake up worried every day.
But I know that even though you’re feeling down
You’ll pick yourself up and you’ll go downtown.
You’ll be holding it inside while you’re
Strong every day.
Let me be the one who’s standing by.
Let me be the one with whom you can cry.
We’ll take it on together, you and I.
When you can’t sleep let me hold you tight.
When the phone rings let me turn on the light.
When you wake up let me hug you
To start the day.
I’ll be the one who’s standing by.
I’ll be the one with whom you can cry.
We’ll take it on together, you and I.
Mostly there’ll be nothing that I can do,
(Even though I play a mean computer),
But I’ll be there to hold you until we can
Make it through.
I’ll be the one who’s standing by.
I’ll be the one with whom you can cry.
We’ll take it on together, you and I.
Yes, I’ll be the one who’s standing by.
I’ll be the one with whom you can cry.
We’ll take it on together, you and I.
You and I…
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7. |
Call Me Crazy
02:39
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Call me crazy, but I think it's going to be OK.
Call me crazy, but I think we're going to see a better day.
Call me crazy, but I think it'll work out fine.
Call me crazy, and pour me another glass of wine.
Call me crazy, but I think that the glass is half full.
Call me crazy, but I think we can see through the bull.
Call me crazy, but I think we know when something's not right.
Call me crazy. I'm so tired of lying awake all night.
It's not crazy, it's not crazy to know that
We can be better than this.
It's not crazy, it's not crazy to know that
We can get out of this mess.
It's not crazy to keep on fighting this fight,
For our lives, for our souls, for what we know is right.
It's not crazy.
Call me crazy, but I think we're going to come out strong.
Call me crazy, but I think people know right from wrong.
People know that it's wrong to put kids in cages.
People know that we need to save the planet for the ages.
It's not crazy, it's not crazy to know that
We can be better than this.
It's not crazy, it's not crazy to know that
We can get out of this mess.
It's not crazy to keep on fighting this fight,
For our lives, for our souls, for what we know is right.
It's not crazy.
It's not crazy, it's not crazy to know that
We can be better than this.
It's not crazy, it's not crazy to know that
We can get out of this mess.
It's not crazy to keep on fighting this fight,
For our lives, for our souls, for what we know is right.
It's not crazy.
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8. |
While the Sun Sets
03:26
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Nothing much to say...
On my own today,
Trying to calm the drumming of my blood.
Watching distant lights
Glow from dim to bright,
I cannot afford to let my feelings flood.
So I sit, and I watch the sun set
While I wait to get a call.
Waiting for the call
That will tell me all went well
With ones who live on a distant shore.
On days like today
I might be far away,
But my heart is close to your door.
So I sit, and I watch the sunset
While I wait to get that call.
Still I sit, while I watch the sunset,
And I wait to hear your call...
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9. |
Don't Ask Why
03:16
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Walk with me for a little while.
Walk with me just another mile.
I've got time to walk with you.
I've got time to hear you through.
For a little while.
Sit with me just a little while.
Sit with me; give me a little smile.
Tell me why you're feeling sad.
Tell me why you're feeling bad, child.
Just don't ask me the hardest questions, no
Don't ask me the ones that start with "Why?".
I won't have answers to the big questions,
Only that I've learned not to ask why.
Who will live, and who will die?
Who are you, and who am I?
All of us will live, I know that,
And all of us will die, I know that,
And we're all you,
And we're all I.
Just don't ask me the hardest questions, no
Don't ask me the ones that start with "Why?".
I won't have answers to the hardest questions,
Only that I've learned not to ask why.
Never ask why.
Just don't ask me the hardest questions, no
Don't ask me the ones that start with "Why?".
I won't have answers to the big questions,
Only that I've learned not to ask why.
Never ask why.
But I'll stand by,..I'll stand by you,
I'll stand by you, I'll stand by....
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10. |
In Between
03:17
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Right now you are living in the in-between.
What’s coming up next is still unforeseen.
You have your old friends, old teachers and old crushes.
But things are moving on -- you don’t know what the rush is.
The final beach ball has been deflated.
Living in-between is
Overrated.
So get on an airplane, try a new time zone.
You always have your phone so you’ll never have to feel alone.
See if real life looks the same as the video.
Take a new train to new places you want to go.
Now your horizons have been inflated.
The virtual version is
Overrated.
In between… You’re in between.
You found the best burrito, the best jelly donut,
The best Russian food east of Siberia, is it not?
And all the tech companies that make your computer fun,
And all the cute kittens (but no, you can’t have one).
Do the whole itinerary that you created;
Maybe travelling is not
Overrated.
In between… You’re in between.
Right now you are living in the in-between.
What’s coming up next is still unforeseen.
You have your old friends, old teachers and old crushes.
But things are moving on -- you don’t know what the rush is.
The final beach ball has been deflated.
Living in-between is
Overrated
In between… You’re in between… In between…
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11. |
Power Nap
02:44
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I took a day today
To sing a song and play,
To let a cat sit in my lap
And take her power nap.
I took a day today.
I took this afternoon
To write a little tune.
And after I was done, I sat and watched
The cats sleeping in the sun.
I took an afternoon.
I’ll take a night tonight
To savor the sight
of the
Sun setting in the west,
While the cats do what they do best.
I’ll take a night tonight.
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12. |
Random Shuffling
02:35
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I've been hiking these trails for twenty years,
Random shuffling songs in my ears.
Hiking these trails for twenty years,
Random shuffling songs in my ears.
And while I'm on pair of boots number three
I'm still on my first pair of creaky knees...
I shuffle Alabama Shakes, Mississippi Sheiks,
Manhattan Transfer, Boston Camerata,
Chicago Blues Band, Detroit Junior,
Memphis Minnie, and Memphis Slim,
Louisiana Red, Mississippi Fred,
Mississippi John Hurt, Mississippi Jook Band,
and the Amsterdam Quartet.
I shuffle White Stripes, I shuffle Black Keys,
and Red Hot Skillet Lickers.
Pink Floyd, Green Day, Bob Seger and the Silver Bullets.
King Crimson, Moody Blues, Black Crowes,
Blues Traveler, Jackson Browne, Deep Purple, Billy Blue,
and the Indigo Girls.
I shuffle Mamas and the Papas, Son House,
Sister Rosetta Tharpe.
Baby Washington, Big Mama Thornton,
Big Brother and the Holding Company,
Big Mabelle, Junior Wells,
Little Esther, Little Feet, Little Joe Blue,
Little Johnny Jones, Little Milton,
and Little Walter.
I've been hiking these trails for twenty years,
Random shuffling songs in my ears.
Hiking these trails for twenty years,
Random shuffling songs in my ears.
And while I'm on pair of boots number three
I'm still on my first pair of creaky knees...
I've been hiking these trails for twenty years,
Random shuffling songs in my ears.
Hiking these trails for twenty years,
Random shuffling songs in my ears.
And while I'm on pair of boots number three
I'm still on my first pair of creaky knees...
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