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Younger Days
04:52
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I've been thinking 'bout my younger days
There was magic back then
Hendrix pumping out some "Purple Haze"
The music filled up the air
You and I we would sit for hours
Listening to our favorite songs
Side by side on a piano bench
Harmonizing all night long
And I would stare into your cool blue eyes
And play my guitar just for you
The lyrics teaching us of love and war
Of freedom peace and feeling the blues
We believed it we were young and green
Hopelessly in love with the idea
Of brining back something that the world had lost
A purpose that seemed so real.
I've been thinking 'bout my younger days
The guys I hung with and my band
Playing dances after football games
The lights and music were grand
We were so happy being on the stage
Playing our music for the crowd
It lifted us above the masses
Made us seem different somehow
But really we were just like everyone else
Soaring on the clouds of our youth
Socially conscious in a carefree way
Defined us in a way we didn't understand
A generation standing on its own
Marching together facing down the man
Always marching in tune
Oh the purity of truth, we believed it in our youth
Oh the sanctity of love, freely given like the stars above
I've been thinking 'bout my younger days
Life was simpler back then
I didn't believe it at the time
But looking back it all becomes clear
I don't believe there's much that I would change
Maybe a memory or two
But really nothing too material
A little tweaking would do
'Cause who we were then has a lot to do
With who we are today
I kinda like myself the way I am
And that's a good thing to say
Sure I can improve a little here and there
I believe that it's true
But thank the Lord that I can still recall
The boy I was in my youth.
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2. |
Focusing on the Minutiae
03:07
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Late at night when there's nothing to hear
In the silent midnight I must deal with my fear
I lock away those sad memories so near
At all times so close to the surface
In those darkest hours, when there's nothing to see
I try to forget that you had to be free
All of those memories are so painful to me
My anxiety services no purpose
What's the point in breaking it down, focusing on the minutiae
Should I bury it miles underground when it's sure to break out again
Unable to sleep, demons race through my brain
I want so much to call, but I have to refrain
And those memories come down like an onrushing train
And crash the barriers of my resistance
I can't shut off my brain, turn off my inner thoughts
I recall all the years, the good and bad that they brought
whether nightmares or dreams, they are all that I got
I can't hide or deny their existence
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Time Dreams
05:05
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It's said you can't move backward so move it forward instead
But sometimes I'm at a standstill, there's nothing in my head
They say don't live in the past my friend, the future's yours to behold
But this moment is all I can deal with, I've put the rest on hold
All I can do is take it one dream at a time
yesterday's a dream that fell through
tomorrow's dream I may not find, tomorrow's dream I may not find
There are times when I think too much, and times I don't think it thru
The times are don't think at all are the moments I spend with you
Some days are tougher than others, some days are life at its best
But most days I feel are simply days like all the rest
All I can do is take it one dream at a time
yesterday's a dream that fell through
tomorrow's dream I may not find, tomorrow's dream I may not find
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4. |
When You Break
03:49
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I had no one else to blame
When I came crashing down in flames
High above some broken wall
Having no where else to fall
I picked up my scattered broken bones
And put them all in a sack
I locked the experience up in my brain
And then vowed that I’d never look back
Where’s that frontier woman gone
I’ve come traipsing through her lawn
The grass has grown beyond control
The walls are here but there’s no soul
I toss my bag over my shoulder
And walk right into her room
The bed’s unmade but the tv’s on
Maybe she will come back soon
When you break don’t hesitate
Get back up though you are weary
When you fall it’s not too late
Taking it step by step it’s not that scary
Somewhere out across that highway
I can still play my game my way
If I live like I’ve been taught
Love is given never bought
And don’t look for some obvious answer
At the same time don’t look too deep
Finding in between some purpose in my life
Maybe I can earn my keep
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5. |
Into the Fog
05:22
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Into the fog I stumble on. Into the fog where I can't see.
Into the fog I go alone. Into the fog it's only me.
Lost and alone I keep on searching without sight
Looking for what, you think I know
Numbness follows me, I don't know left from right
Still I sense that I must go into the fog
Into the fire I shove my hand. Into the fire I feel the pain.
Into the fire it's all been planned. Into the fire I go again.
Knowing that hurt must follow all the confusion
Wondering if I have the strength
Is that my path ahead, or just an illusion?
I go full body, width and length, into the fire
Into the fog and into the fire
This is where my fate leads
Into the fog and into the fire
Haziness and heat to free me
Into the light I find my way. Into the light shine out on me.
Into the light come dazzling day. Into the light, see now I'm free.
Something taught me, something brought me to this place
Maybe nothing, maybe something, I don't know
Whatever is, whatever will be, I can face
Lead me on oh blessed song, into the light
Into the fog, into fire, into the light
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6. |
A Reflection on Who I Am
03:39
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I'm a man. Lord knows that's who I am
I've been down that road, I'm not feeling so old
Somehow I manage to stand
When one day is over, beginning another
That's all there is to my plan, cause I'm just a man
I'm a boy. Still playing with my toys.
I have so much fun when I'm on the run
Taking some time to enjoy
I don't plan ahead, I get lost instead
I'm not saying that to be coy, you see I'm just a boy.
I'm alive. It's not just that I survived
I savor my meals, I crave all that I feel
I take it all in as I drive
And if I should find it, I’ll be standing inside it
Knowing that I have arrived, and that I'm alive.
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7. |
Gotta Get Together
04:18
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8. |
Seek and Find
05:01
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Seeking pleasure from the past, think it's firmly in your grasp
Retrieve it slowly from the lead in your head
Flying blindly towards the sun, are you having any fun
Burning, burning like the coals in your bed
Is the thing you want to be something you can truly find?
Is the thing you need to see the very thing that knocks you blind?
The thing may finally close your mind
Returning memories to your dreams, unapproachable it seems
But you persist, parading on, forever gone
Swimming headlong through the waves hoping fiercely you'll be saved
But you've been drowning out your song all along
Is the thing you want to be something you can truly find?
Is the thing you need to see the very thing that knocks you blind?
The thing may finally close your mind
Seek and find, leave behind
Come and go, very slow, very slow
So suspiciously aware, every worry, every care
The endings of your nerves so keen to where you've been
And when you find the magic place, put a mask upon your face
So you don't recognize yourself in every seen
Is the thing you want to be, something you can truly find?
Is the thing you need to see, the very thing that knocks you blind?
The thing may finally close your mind
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9. |
In a Corner of My House
03:40
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In a corner of my house, in a room that's been locked up for years
Something hidden inside there... all my fears, all my fears
I keep it locked, no one enters, can't allow anybody to see
Cause what is hiding inside there is just for me, just for me
And I keep it to myself, and I guard it selfishly, but in a way the hurts no one
So don't ask me to reveal, I will hold out selfishly, you would only make me run
In a corner of my house, stowed away in a padlocked chest
All my visions distorted and put to rest, put to rest
I don't try to unlock it, but keep it stored in a timeless vault
And it's there to remind me, it's all my fault, all my fault
And I keep it to myself, and I guard it selfishly, but in a way the hurts no one
So don't ask me to reveal, I will hold out selfishly, you would only make me run, make me run
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10. |
Ordinary Life
05:22
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In this ordinary life what extraordinary things
Do you recall or can you count upon your fingers
When you add them 1, 2, 3, are you surprised at all to find
So many memories where you wanted time to linger
Magic moments floating by far too quickly so it seems
But etching firmly in some safe place
And as you remember all it washes over wave by wave, by wave
In this ordinary life so many people come and go
Will you remember them when you have grown much older
Children that you played with in your backyard happily
Do their faces come to mind when memory’s colder
And buddies in your college days when you were campus kings and queens
And days were dull but nights were grand
Names and faces flashing true but nothing you can hold in your hand in your hand
Ordinary life, ordinary people
Extraordinary gift to us all
Ordinary life, ordinary days
The pieces of a puzzle beautiful
In this ordinary life days fly by no standing still
Each of us must write the words and sing our song
Fully living fully loving having something to believe
And make it better for the next to come along
When we leave this place behind who will know, who will care
If we leave it as we found it
Only if we take this ordinary life and wrap our arms around it, around it
Wrap our arms around it
Wrap our arms around it
And wrap our arms around it
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