Big Yellow Moon
A just-for-fun, bouncy jazzy, torch-y song!
Big yellow moon,
all alone in the sky.
Inky black blanket
keeping both of us dry.
I could scratch on your face like a witch in the night.
I'm all over the place, don't know which way is right.
Am I doomed? (big yellow moon)
Bring my baby home soon!
Big yellow moon,
tell me what can I do?
Somewhere, I wish
that he's wishing on you.
When he left me alone, I was sure I'd be strong,
Now I'm singing the blues-- why don't you sing along?
I'll make room. (big yellow moon)
Bring my baby home soon!
You're missing the sun,
I'm misisng the one..
that I always run to.
We really should be
content on our own.
But, why do I feel
that I'm only real
when I feel him next to me?
Come on, sister yellow, tell me when you're gonna bring my fellow
home????
Big yellow moon,
we're alone in the sky.
Why are you blind
to the tears that i cry?
From one lonely girl to another:
Can't you see I need him like I need no other?
Let all of the stars and the crazies make room
cause I can be mad as a midnight loon
Don't let this stupid sorrow be my gloom and doom, and
please.... big yellow moon...
bring my baby home soon!
Bring my baby home soon!
The obligatory love duet...chorus
Ok, here's the chorus of the obligatory love duet between Eleanora and Albert. Stay posted for verses to come....
Once upon a time we were made for each other.
Tell me again how I found you.
We'll be the most beautiful tale that the tellers have told.
One "happily ever after" after another.
Here let my arms and my story surround you,
Holding you fast with a love as true and as pure as gold.
I Want My Life to Have a Soundtrack!
(total charm song....the verses are kind of patter sing-songy and the chorus is swing!)
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I'm one of those people who sings in the shower, the car, and the bar, and the street.
It's like there's a choir in my head and a whole flock of goose-stepping guys in my feet.
At times irritating, I'm stuck calmly waiting for baiting the hook and the line
so to reel in the feelin of life so appealin and so inescapably mine....
It's time for an external manifestation of all of the sounds in my skull.
There's only one thing that I need to make life incomparably lovely and full...
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I want my life to have a soundtrack.
I wanna be followed by an instrumental entourage.
Everywhere that I go, be the star of the show. and you know...
I'm gonna have a happy ending.
I wanna sing everything with an orchestral underscore.
I want a streetful of people who randomly burst into song!
I want it picture perfect and cinema sweet,
Wanna walk down the street and be tapping my feet
with a world of happy people always happy to sing along!
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You might think that I'm kind of crazy... to wish for this the way that I do (do do doo!)
It's only a dream that I've had since before I knew dreams only rarely come true.
Now dare I admit that there's one little bit I neglected to mention before.
I long for the street, and the folks, and the feet, but how sweet to get just one thing more!
Someday I'll see someone out there who is marching to beats from his/her on special drum,
And we'll fall in step, and the music will swell, and you'll see all the people are singing and dancing and danceing and singing and laughing and loving as well!
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Cause I want my life to have a soundtrack!
And I want it blaring out from everything and every one.
With the rhythm and sound all around it's so sweet that I found...
someone to dance along beside me!
I wanna sing everything with an orchestral underscore.
I wanna streetful of people who randomly burst into choreography and song!
I want it picture perfect and cinema sweet,
wanna walk down the street and be tapping my feet
in a world of happy people always happy to sing along!
Happy, happy, happy.... to sing along!
The Mountain
The snow melts down like tears along the Mountain's face.
The Ocean feels the waterfalls increase.
Why weep, my friend? said Ocean to the Mountain tall.
When will you find the golden light of peace?
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You stand among the stars, oh Mountain, straight and true,
and all the waters here below look up to you.
To dwell among the heavens must be truly grand,
and yet you cry. Oh Mountain, I don't understand.
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Ocean dear, my friend, said Mountain's gentle voice,
as clear as night, as deep as Trident's sea.
You give me hope for dreams I have that might have been,
but still I weep for what I cannot be.
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For you cannot see what I see beyond the stars' fair light.
I ache beyond my wildest dreams to reach it every night.
A world of beauty, I can see it, yet I find now way
to stretch beyond this rocky ground, so weeping, here I stay.
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Oh, Mountain, give up foolish talk. There's nothing but the stars.
And you can find true happiness here in this world of ours.
Kind Ocean waved and shook her head: what silly dreamer, this:
so tall, so proud, so full of grief, this Mountian's foolishness.
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But still each spring, the Mountain weeps for places she alone can see.
Beyond the stars, a heaven lies for dreamers yet to be.
A Christmas Song
I found this lyric on my laptop dated 12-18-03. I guess now I'll have to write a tune for it.....
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"A Lovely, Lowly Place".
She wanders through the night
with the sighing of hte wind
echoing uncertainties.
She wonders where she's going,
forgotten where she's been,
stumbling and struggling for peace.
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At last in desperation
falling through an open door
she finds herself in warm and quiet light.
A stable where the aging beasts
and tiny baby share
a strange communion on a newborn holy night.
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(chorus)There in a lovely, lowly placewhere a simple bed is lit by a single lanternand the warmth of the animals' breathclouds the evening air..There she folds her hands in graceand raises her unheard voice in a quiet anthemin the empty, silent nightssalvation is there..He walks in quiet honor,
shouldering a heavy heart.
He brings a royal offering.
He lays down all his riches
and as the moonlight fades,
a worldy giant kneels before a tiny king.
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And he who comes with nothing
and will leave this world the same
asks for only open hands
and a desp'rate sense of wonder
and a childlike faith
and open eyes to see the castle where he stands...
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is a lovely, lowly placewhere a simple bed is lit by a single lanternand the warmth of hte animals' breathclouds the evening air..Kings will bow their heads in graceand raise mighty voices in a quiet anthem.In the empty, silent nightsalvation is there..(Bridge)
For every pair of eyes
that have seen too many reasons
to fill with tears and close in despair,
for all the emtpy arms
and the hands that clench and tremble
to be filled: a savior is there.
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In a lovely lowly placewhere a simple bed is lit by a single lanternand the warmth of the sinners' breathclouds the evening air..I will bow my head in graceand raise a mighty voice in hosannah's anthem.In the glory of this holy, holy nightsalvation is there.In this place,salvation there...
Sunday Vespers, 2002
Even more beautifulthan the color-played cathedral columnsawash in watercolor light,even more breathtakingthan the rainbow pools of colored window glassin this evening of song and spirit,even more glorious than all of this,I find holy majesty in the absence of the light,once the sun has setand only the stains remain:deep, and mystical in their darkness..And as we stand,a mass of heavy velvet robesand white-ringed faces,we, too, reflect somehowthis tangent twain of dusk and dawn,of birth and ash-sprung rebirth..We sing of scattering the nightas if it were but black shards of glass.We sing of watchers proclaiminglight anew..But in truth both are cut of the same,infinite cloth..For what could be more holythan this absence,this expectation,this advent of dazzling darknessstreaming from every windowpanebefore the light dares to arrive?The circle of Christ-stained glass,like a portal to heaven,is now a veil of rich garnets and sapphires,black and expectant..Soon she will birth the infinite colorand glory of morning.
Jericho
Random song... :-)
(Verse)
You are an ivory tower, scratching the sky,
Daring the clouds to cross you, holding your head high.
You die a little more each day
that you keep the world away
You're beautiful, and dangerous
and too steep to climb.
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(Chorus)
When will your walls come down.. Jericho?
I will blow my horn, I will sing my song, I will circle you every day.
I wil stay... I will wait...
I will keep my lanterns lit,
and I'll sit beneath your crumbling gate for the love of it.
And I pray one day you'll see me through your fear...
So when you finally find your defenses failing, Jericho,
in the rubble of your walls... find me here....
find me here.
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(Verse)
I... offer nothing but two eyes open wide to see
all of the things you are you hide so selfishly
I'll be no less or more
than you tell me we're ready for
I'll cover you, discover you,
and get stronger with time...
(Repeat chorus)
So when will your walls come down.......
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(Bridge)
You've never been one to surrender.
Why expect you to start now?
But still I can't help wishing
I could be the one to show you how!
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(Chorus)
In Praise of Shallowness
An ode of envy to the unexamined life
..To skip along like pennies on the surface of the water only once or twice......would be nice.
To merely dabble lightly, never pausing once to ponder paradox and fate......might be great.
To take as creed a mass-produced and shiny manifesto of avowed belief......perhaps relief.
To practice moderation in the pleasurable, awful, and the truly strange......would be a change.
To never feel inferior when up against the vastness of the universe......might be a curse.
To live a day unquestioned and unturned beyond an obvious simplicity......would simply not be me.
And so I give my homage to the kind of life as yet uncut enough to bleed......that I could never hope to lead.
