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Periphery
04:05
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I felt your touch last night. Your skin was bare.
The smell of your warmth, your breath, your hair
You held me close, but I woke again to find I'm still alone.
On our cafe date you kept me company.
Warm hands, warm smile while you sipped your tea
You held my gaze, but I turned around to find your presence gone.
Dwelling in the fringes of my tired mind's periphery
Tell me love how to reclaim this life that we were meant to lead
I lay awake at night waiting for your call.
We talk about your day, but I hardly speak at all.
You hold my time...I'm impatient again because I find I hate the phone.
Dwelling in the fringes of my tired mind's periphery
Tell me love how to reclaim this life that we were meant to lead
I felt your touch last night, but fainter now.
Still loving, but it's changed and I can't say how.
You held me tight, but in waking today I find I'll be alright.
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2. |
Sunflowers
04:10
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Oh, Lord help me know how these seeds I'm planting will grow.
Will they stay through the night to watch the sunrise?
Oh sunflowers, sunflowers grow...
Sunflowers, sunflowers grow...
In a city full of haste and mountains of waste,
your growth is revealed as you thrive in the field.
Oh sunflowers, sunflowers grow...
sunflowers...you can take it slow...
In times of pouring rain, through violent disdain,
your presence is so bright, you warm us with your light.
Oh sunflowers, sunflowers grow...
sunflowers, sunflowers grow...
sunflowers, sunflowers grow...
sunflowers, sunflowers grow...
Through stifling heat, strong borders,
through fear, through defeat,
the sunflowers grow as big as my face, so tall and with grace.
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3. |
Mournful Dove
04:05
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4. |
Jane
03:52
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Little Jane leans on the window sill,
Keeps loving watch for Kathleen still,
Waiting for Mum to walk in...
Waiting for life to begin.
Jane sets the table for three years straight,
Each guest a seat, each friend a plate...
But guests are few in such a home.
Once again she eats alone.
Hey Little Jane, can I see your smile?
It hasn't lit your face in quite a long while.
Where is the mother who held you in her love?
Where is the care that you're worthy of?
In Helen, you could see yourself.
In her embrace and waning health.
You held her through the fevered night,
Such beautiful and fleeting light.
You shape Adele with loving hands,
Patient as she ignores commands.
You give her time, maternal care.
The kind that proved for you so rare.
Hey Little Jane, can I see your smile?
It hasn't lit your face in quite a long while.
Where is the mother who held you in her love?
Where is the care that you're worthy of?
And as you grow, you will come to know the love you crave.
A stolen glance, a rush joy, a fleeting moment saved
And you will rise above the ones who pulled you down,
The ones that you forgave.
Hey, Little Jane can I see your smile?
It hasn't lit your face in quite a long while.
Hey, Little Jane can I see your smile?
It hasn't lit your face in quite a long while...
Hey, Little Jane, Can I see your smile?
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5. |
Old Sea Walls
04:38
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Old sea walls start to blur in the spray
Fog and rain, a composite of gray
That shelters my heart and cradles my hand
And leads me through my day
Thoughts adrift to my love gone before
When years ago she had crossed to your shore
With her heart in her hand and her feet in the sand
Lost to me, she knew her way
Dancing her way through the clouds
Racing over the land
Finding rest in the sea
Rising again in the night
Just to swim with the stars
In a blanket of green
I'm tracing her path through the town
To the top of the hill
Where I thought she might be
But the faintest shade of her is all I can see
Old worn hands carry ache through the day
A weary smile that is framed by my grays
I'm treading the sand to the end of the strand
And clothed in gentle spray
Thoughts adrift and I'm bound for your shore
To greet my love as I once had before
With my heart in her hand and our feet in the sand
She'll help me on my way
Will she remember my smile?
Will she remember my voice?
Will she know her old name?
And what if she does,
Will it matter at all if I find that I can't say the same?
Dancing her way through the clouds
Racing over the land
Finding rest in the sea
Rising again in the night
Just to swim with the stars
In a blanket of green
I'm tracing her path through the town
To the top of the hill
Where I thought she might be
But the faintest shade of her is all I can see
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6. |
Mary
03:55
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When I was born I was named for you.
Dark hair with rosy cheeks and eyes of blue
My parents held me, took me in their care.
I'm sorry, Mary, that you weren't there.
As I grew I came to admire
The best dressed woman with handmade attire.
An amazing bowler, yes, the best in town.
Deep, sultry voice with eyes of coffee brown.
I wear the pendant that your husband gave
On the back of it your name's engraved.
For someone else, this gift was given, true
But I always think it was meant for you.
I'm all grown now, my mom is my best friend
To learn and grow this mother-daughter trend
She tells me stories with a wistful smile.
She says I look like you when in profile.
I know a lack of faith can numb your mind
Leave you lost and lonely in the trying times
And with the baggage of your mother's scars
Preventing you from being who you are
I wear the pendant that your husband gave
On the back of it your name's engraved.
For someone else, this gift was given, true
But I always think it was meant for you.
I wear the pendant that my grandpa gave
On the back of it my name's engraved.
Though it's not the way I spell "Maire"
I always think that it was meant for me
I try to heal the pain you bore daily
I always know that you're enough for me.
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7. |
The Moment
03:58
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Remember the moment on the day we first met
A few seconds caught like the hem of a dress
And led to a lifetime that I'll never forget
And a love that I waited much too long to confess
Repairing the fabric from which it was sewn
The more I remember, the less I'm alone
Living that moment like the songs on a side
Of the record you gave me just a few days before
Left holding the needle as I try to decide
Which track holds the moment of me outside your door
And just like the grooves in which it was laid
The more times I listen, the more it'll fade
Living my moments on the lines of this page
Recording a lifetime that I wish I could save
But revision's becoming more urgent with age
And new moments with you are the moments I crave
I'm filling the paper and trying to survive
The more times I write it, the more I'm alive
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8. |
On the Bus Today
02:35
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We'll be okay.
That's what somebody wrote to help me pass the time
On the bus today.
Don't know her name,
But the writing seemed to be familiar
She spoke to me and moved me just the same
The letters plain and sunlit
Through snow and salty fingerprints
She left her message on the window pane.
I found myself
questioning my place and seat
and burdened with the bags strewn at my feet.
I turned around
And met the sea of vacant stares
Bored passengers in dirty plastic chairs.
She caught my eye face lined with age
Small and pale, yet unafraid.
She met the day and moved on just the same.
Like letters plain and sunlit
Through snow and salty fingerprints.
She read the message on the window pane.
We'll be okay.
That's what somebody wrote to help me pass the time
On the bus today.
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9. |
Simple Song
02:57
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A song, a simple song
A light and sweet refrain
For when the journey proves to long
And your burdens bring you pain.
A life, a simple life. That's the hope I hold inside.
Your lyrics fuel my melody
And promise is my guide.
At times I wish the world would fall away
I'd wrap you in my care and pray that
You and I will always stay the same.
A love, a simple love is all I have to share.
Once not so uncommon now
It's presence seems too rare.
For you, I wish for you the best that life can bring
And when your burdens weigh you down
A simple song to sing.
At times I wish the world could fall away.
I'd wrap you in my care and pray that
You and I will always stay the same
But you are ever changing
Each day we embrace the unknown.
At times I wish the world could fall away.
I'd wrap you in my care and pray that
You and I will always stay the same
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10. |
The Portrait
02:34
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It starts with just a contour, almost abstract in design
A simple gesture of what's still to come.
Skin as white as paper, white as parchment I begin
To shape the bones to make the one I know
And eyes to stare back at me
And scrutinize my hand.
Eyes, the darkest blue, the darkest pigment
I begin to see the eyes that hold the darkest hue.
Hair begins to hold you and frame you on the page,
It flows, creates the outline of your face
Smiling with the faintest little crooked little line
It's a simple gesture from a different time
Your portrait on the table
Your presence in my mind
It's like warm breath upon my shoulder
But the paper, ink and pen are all I'm left to find,
All I'm left to find.
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11. |
Space to Grow
04:44
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On this piece of land I am digging slow
Feet firmly planted and my head hung low
No one knows what's beneath this Earth
So I'll dig until there's no more hurt.
I dig, with my shovel swaying low
I sift through a future I don't know
The earth piling high behind me,
My depth begins to show
Revealing space to grow
Revealing space to grow.
Years before this work began
Bare little toes on the soil ran
Bright yellow flowers their hands did hold
And their eyes turned the weeds to gold.
I dig, with my shovel swaying low
I sift through a future I don't know
The earth piling high behind me,
My depth begins to show
Revealing space to grow
Revealing space to grow.
Down, down, down as the rhythm guides me
Down, down, down to the depth below
Down, down, down through the darkness binding,
Down, down, down to the roots I know
I dig, with my shovel swaying low
I sift through a future I don't know
The earth piling high behind me,
My depth begins to show
Revealing space to grow
Revealing space to grow
I asked for the shovel heeding sage advice
Thought the blade would pierce the ground just once or twice
Little did I know I'd be digging still
Now I know I always will
I know I always will.
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12. |
Boston
05:33
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