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Something Beautiful
04:21
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Oh my feet they keep wandering, listlessly, endlessly /
treading on paths that they don’t have a right to be
Trampling under their weight with every foot/fall that keeps hitting the ground
And my hands they keep fiddling, mindlessly whittling
Away all the wood they can get their long fingers on
Desperate to form something worthy of someone at all
Oh but my heart it is pounding and echo’ing inside of my head as it hopes it will beat out a rhythm worth Living to, list’ning to, breathing to, dreaming to; Anything worthy of anything more than itself
Oh my tongue is still babbling, fruitlessly prattling a/Shower of sentences, windfalls of words that itPrays can communicate something instead of betraying its idiot mind
And my eyes always watching the wrong intersection of
Lives that are lived and that surely could give me a
Picture of life that is one that’s worth living instead of worth wasting away
Oh but my heart, gets carried away…and my mind, gets carried away
Oh and I lose myself in the rhythm guiding the music in my mind
I lose myself in the rhythm guiding the music in my heart
Yes just lose yourself in the rhythm guiding the music in your mind
Go on and lose yourself in the rhythm guiding the music in your heart
Oh my heart it keeps wishing that it would be trusted /It keeps sending messages telling my mind that it
Knows what it’s doing, it’s made for this purpose it has its own wisdom as well
But my mind it stays skeptical how can it trust such a muscle as that one how can it have wisdom it Doesn’t have reason to guide anymore than a blind shepherd tending the blind
Oh but my heart it is pounding and echo’ing inside of my head as it hopes it will beat out a rhythm worth
Living to, list’ning to, breathing to, dreaming to; Anything worthy of anything more than a
Trite imitation of melodies ever repeating themselves as they’re spiraling downwards
Amongst all the noise that is constantly pulling the song in our hearts that should rise to the heavens
And Cry hallelujah! and glory to God, oh my God won’t you take it and make something beautiful now
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Autumn Waltz (Sans Fall)
04:08
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Deciduous evergreen canopy over me / makes me regret my decisions in life
Now I see colors mean something quite int’resting / Even more than I gave ‘em credit for before
Caramel apples and mugs full of cider / crisp days and crisp leaves but still warmth from the sun
Garrison Keillor as I’m waiting to meet her / tells me the news from Lake Wobegon
The autumn of life are the best years they say and I / think that it’s true of the season as well
So enjoy it right now for me, soak it up and I’ll be / joining you soon for an autumn again
1 2 3 follow me as we glide easily / to soft overtures you can hear on the breeze
Metered by the swaying of half-naked maple trees / a crushing of leaves shuffling under our feet
We waltz through the woods with the leaves tumbling round us / As the breeze bites our noses you say
“Stop here and look at the colors around us / God pulled out his paintbrush today”
As we sit in the leaves we start to reminisce / ‘bout Octobers that passed years ago
The pies that we baked and the forts we would make / crawl inside and do nothing at all
We wander back home with a waltz in our soul / it’s a dance that the leaves have inspired
It’s quarter past eight and you’re going to be late / it’s time to let you go after all
Please understand as I let go your hand / it doesn’t mean it doesn’t mean much to me
But colors must change and they won’t stay the same / an evergreen in autumn feels false
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It’s so easy to tell where you started / So hard to tell where to begin
So pointless to stay, argue, complain / It’s so easy to see your sin
You’re so damn clean in body / but uncircumcised in heart
And eyes my friend, don’t stone me again / I’m just try’n’a do my part
You closed and stiff-necked people / receiving the law of the Lord
You put to death anyone who can attest / to the coming; you’ll have your reward
Now I see the heavens are opened / and I see the strong right hand of God
And the Son of man in that righteous right hand / and the joy I feel feels strangely odd
And now Jesus, please take my spirit / It’s no good for this world anymore
And about this sin, don’t hold that against them / They don’t know what they’re doing, I’m sure
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4. |
In Love Again
03:32
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As summer fades, your beauty takes its place
And I feel my heart is changing, too
But before you wrap me in your sweet embrace
This one thing I ask of you:
Please do not make me fall in love again
Those words are too difficult to say
For if you make me fall in love again
Who can say that we will stay in love?
I cannot write a word of my own
I cannot rap a riff that’s not stol’n
But I swear this love in my soul
Comes from me and is for you alone
chorus
My heart nearly breaks at the thought of you
Pining away in another’s arms
My heart merely longs for a chance to prove
That in my embrace is where you belong
chorus
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5. |
Figs
04:42
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Don’t you people realize all the things I did? / I always spoke so kindly, I never ran and hid,
I never Flew old Dixie’s flag, I always told those folks I thought it in poor taste
I yelled at my TV in a moral, just outrage /cried for all their pain in a truly saintly way
I said “people need to change” as I shook my head in my new living room
So how can you now tell me that I will go to hell?/I helped my fellow man, and I always did it well
I voted for that nice black man, I was a modern Whig / ah, master it was not the time for figs
And now you’re telling me that the blood is on my suit? / but what else could I have done? it’s not like I put on the boot.
And you know, I know I was no MLK, but you know I never wore no pointed hat
Can it really be my fault that things were the way they were? / What should I have done instead, what pot should I have stirred?
Ask anyone who knew me if I ever said a single hateful slur.
So how can you now tell me that I will go to hell? / I know I wasn’t perfect but I tried my best as well
I mostly acted kindly, I just once or twice reneged / oh, master it was not the time for figs
With my last breath spent I o-pen my eyes
See fire all around me, oh what a surprise for me to find; how did things end up like this?
and Oh God, please don’t tell me that he’ll sit next to me/with No hope of me moving; for all eternity
I mean, it’s Nothing against him personally, but Isn’t there a whiter circle here?
I Thought that there’d be more of them here, but I only see a few/you mean to Say I’m down here suffering and they’re up there with you?
well, if His kind sits in heaven, then i Guess it’s just as good I stay down here.
but How can you now tell me that I will go to hell?/ I know I wasn’t perfect but I tried my best as well
yes, I’ve Only got the leaves of my undeveloped sprigs, but master it was not the time, no not the time for figs
And How can you now tell me that I must stay in hell? / well, I know this ain’t a place where I deserve to dwell
Yes, I know I should have more than these poor malnourished twigs / but, master it was not the time for twigs
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Give Me a Dance
04:52
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“Have you heard of heartache?” the poor man asked the pauper yesterday.
“Well, I heard a scholar speak it once, I wasn’t really sure just what to say.
And I’ve heard that it can happen, though I’ve never felt as much as passing gas.”
“A lucky man, you are my friend, a lucky man indeed,” the poor man laughed.
He said: “would you believe me if I told you that I love you?” she said,
“Would you believe me if I told you ‘no?’
He said: “would you give me a chance if I promised I was worth it?” she said,
“Just give me a dance, and we’ll see where this’ll go.”
“Well, I rehearsed it in my head,” he says, “I been through just what to say a thousand times.
To get the perfect off-hand tone, like it’s something that just jumped into my mind.”
“Well, It sounded pretty good,” she nods, thinking, in an understated way.
“It didn’t sound too rehearsed, and it wasn’t the worst thing to say.”
Chorus
Is there any reason not to go
Is there any reason I should stay
Is there any reason not to go
Is there any reason…?
“Do you trust me now,” he asked her cooly, “after all that we’ve been through?”
“Well now, trust’s a tricky subject,” coyly she responded from the roof.
He said: “Your heart is guarded tighter than a penitentiary man on murder one.
If you think you’ll hide forever, though,” he smiled, “just wait until I’m done.”
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7. |
Rosasharn
04:21
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He said “won’t you stay just a little bit longer in my arms dear, in my arms”
She said “won’t you pray just a little bit stronger for my farm, dear, for my farm.
She said “the bank man came and said he’ll take it all away if I can’t find the means to pay.”
He said “won’t you stay, darling please just stay in my arms just for today?”
And she said “no, no, no, honey, now, don’t you know, this old farm is all I’ve got?”
He said “no, no, no, darling don’t you go, cuz your love is all that I’ve got.”
Well she stooped down low, drew some circles in the dirt, as she waited for the man.
As the tears slipped down, they went a wending path, but her feet remained a damn.
And it broke his heart, and it cut him low, and he wished it’d rain as well.
And he had to try and fight and strain not to wish they’d all just go to hell.
I don’t know how much more that I can take
Feels like I’m at the end
I don’t know how much longer I can wait
Trying to understand
Well the suits all came to make their claim, and she wandered further west.
And he packed his bags and followed on behind, and let faith fulfill the rest.
She said “no, no, no, honey, now, don’t you know, that old farm was all that I had?”
And she said “no, no, no, darling don’t you go, now your love is all that I have.”
Said, “your love is all that I have, yeah your love, it’s all I have.”
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8. |
Will You Love Me?
03:30
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I’ll be so careful when I cut all the hair / flowing out of your ears, though it’s one of my fears
To cut your toenails tough as fierce dragon scales / that could disembowel me or shatter a jowl
Gently I’ll hold all the free flowing rolls of the / fat that will fall from you, scraping the wall that you’ll
Have to expand when you can’t reach your hand / to your feet anymore, say goodbye to the door
Will you still love me when I am so ugly that / people will stare and they won’t even care
They’re breaking a rule and they look like a fool / but it’s worth it to see me
Widows will pray and strong men run away / when they see my face in a public place
Babies will cry and young girls want to die / will you love me still?
I’ll clean your dentures when we’re on adventures / in far off lands, holding hands
In spite of bad weather, we’ll stick together / though storms swarm and warn us to warm ourselves
I’ll change your diaper and clean you and wipe yer / behind if I must and I won’t make a fuss
I’ll pull up your pants if you don’t have the chance / cause you can’t use your hips or they’ve gone on the fritz…
Will you still love me when I am so ugly / that mirrors will break, was it a mistake
The first time you met me and will you regret the / first time that we kissed?
Widows will pray and strong men run away / when they see my face in a public place
Babies will cry and young girls want to die / will you love me still?
I’ll sponge your armpit in spite of the harm it / might do to my eyes, and I won’t criticize
The strange smell of your toes when I have to scrub those / to massage the bunion that smells like an
onion
I’ll wipe up the spittle that surely will riddle / all of your clothes as your spit control slows
But I’ll kiss your cracked lips and hold your weary hips / close to me as I sing your sweet melody
Yes, I’ll still love you when you’re Old and can’t run to / Me anymore, and I Still will adore
The Way that you smile or just Stare for a while / ‘cause who Needs to always talk anyway?
Yes, I’ll still love you even When I’m sick of you / and Think I might go for a Minute or so
But I’ll never leave you, it’s Something I can’t do / we’ll Stay and be withered together
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9. |
Callused
03:47
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I hope your days are all filled up with loveThat you give and you give and it’s never enough
I hope you toil all your earthly life through
And I know it’s not what a father might normally do
I hope your hands’ll get callused, but your heart never will
You’ll live til you’re broken and give til you’re filled
When your days reach their end may you be able to say
That you gave every one away
May your faith never fail, may you always be strong
And may you never omit to admit when you’re wrong
Don’t think that you’re better, don’t let yourself hate
But don’t forget that you’re born to be great
And may you never forget your mother loves you
Always remember the warmth of her kiss
And when you grow up and have your own children
May you always remember this:
Know that each day may be worse than the last
Know that whatever it is, it may not soon pass,
But be sure of one thing that I’ll tell you is true
I’d live and I’d die,
I’d give my left eye,
and I’m sure gonna try for you
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If you fall asleep and forgot to check under your bed
I’ll stay awake for you and watch out for the monsters
And if you left the closet open I’ll shut the door
And set a boogie man trap on the floor
Cuz there’re monsters waiting all around us / I ain’t gonna let ‘em even near
There’s enough of them in the world outside / Without letting them in here
I ain’t gonna let ‘em get you my dear
When winter comes and your heat goes out,
Your pipes all freeze and your breath turns to ice
My love is a hand-stitched quilt
That you can throw on at night
Safe inside of our well-warmed room
It doesn’t matter if the world falls through
Because with that world outside
We’ve got all that we need in here
So if you fall asleep and forgot to check under your bed
I’ll stay awake for you and watch out for the monsters
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Cyr and the Cosmonauts Duluth, Minnesota
An eclectic brand of Americana with tight vocal harmonies, space to breathe, space to die, and probing lyrics that search the cosmos in the chaos.
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