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Joan
02:39
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I would have liked to stay behind and sew beside my mother
I’d watch the seasons change and stitch by stitch, I might become her
I may have married someone’s son and blessed the earth with children
But that’s not who I have become, not how the story's written
This is who I was born to be
Still, how does a little girl
Become someone like me?
I didn’t mean to break my mother’s heart, my father’s faith
I'd always been their simple child, the kind that’s warm and graceful
My auburn hair tied with a bow flowed like a gentle river
Until I took it in my hand and with my blade did sever
This is who I was born to be
Still, how does a little girl
Become someone like me?
The day I heard the call, I tended to my father’s garden
I watched a golden light descend upon the Earth and falter
An angel whispered in my ear my fate, my sacred duty,
That I must will these stubborn men to fight to save my country
This is who I was born to be
Still, how does a little girl
Become someone like me?
How does a little girl
Become someone like me?
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Eulogy
02:34
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Who is this man?
Departed from his shell
He's calm as sand
Unlike the man I knew
My father, the great and terrible king
He's the man who taught me how to sing
Who is this man?
The kind who's always reaching
For a distant star
With only moonlight in his hand
My father, the great and terrible king
He's the man who taught me how to dream
Who is this man?
The kind with a sharp mind
And a sharper tongue
The words he brandished
Cut when he spoke
And soothed when he sung
My father, the great and terrible king
He's the man who taught me how to sing
He’s the man who taught me how to sing
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Fake It 'Til You Make It
03:00
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I hear the old familiar knocking
It could be fate outside my door
But whether this is my true calling
Is just impossible to know
They say fake it 'til you make it
But I fake it 'til I fall apart
But I’ll be okay you know that I can take it
And I’m bound to make a brand new start
I guess the frightening part about it
Is precious time may go to waste
There's nothing I can do but follow
And trust I won't be lead astray
They say reach for the stars, you’ll touch them someday
But I always set my sights galaxies away
Perfectly impossible
I could spend my whole life acting
Pretend that all the world’s a stage
Until I hear the fates are laughing
While I waste my time and play it safe
They say reach for the stars, you’ll touch them someday
But I always set my sights galaxies away
Perfectly impossible
They say fake it 'til you make it
But I fake it 'til I fall apart
But I’ll be okay you know that I can take it
And I’m bound to make a brand new start
I’m bound to make a brand new start
I’m bound to make a brand new start
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Better Man
02:56
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I’ve forgotten how to speak again
I’m just tongue-tied and sticking to my seat
I still struggle, though the past has fallen far behind me
The dust collecting on my sleeve serves as a cruel reminder
I was trapped in stone, a hundred years or so
And somehow learned to speak
Before I disappoint you
Take a careful look at me
I’ve walked a crooked path
It’s been a long and harrowing journey
I’m doing everything I can
To be a better man
I’ve forgotten how to sleep againI just can’t face another wicked dream
I’m still haunted, though the past has fallen far behind me
The shadows cast against the wall serve as a cruel reminder
I’ve seen kindred souls earn an early grave
And I’ve kissed death on the cheek
Before I disappoint you
Take a careful look at me
I’ve walked a crooked path
It’s been a long and harrowing journey
I’m doing everything I can
To be a better man
I’ve forgotten how to be a friend
I’m just so busy lookin after me
I’m still broken, though the past has fallen far behind me
Your betrayed and bitter words served as a cruel reminder
I was left alone to tame my troubled heart
And I rocked myself to sleep
Before I disappoint you
Take a careful look at me
I’ve walked a crooked path
It’s been a long and harrowing journey
I’m doing everything I can
To be a better man
To be a better man
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Short Life
02:18
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Do you remember when we tried to run away from home?
We ran the acre through the meadow, climbed the fence and jumped
Oh the places we could go, the person I could be
If we could get away from this small town
What do I want in this short life?
How do I settle down this restless heart of mine?
I don’t want to waste another second of my precious time
Is it too much to want it all?
I miss the loud folk and the open space
I think about it while we sit and watch the city change
This place is cracked wide open, yours to have if you can hold it
But it’s not worth a thing if you can’t set it down and seize the moment
Someday we'll get back to what matters most
We’ll find a little place to sit and watch the garden grow
I know the meadow’s always greener on the other side
It seems like we could have it all, if we just left it all behind
What do I want in this short life?
How do I settle down this restless heart of mine?
I don’t want to waste another second of my precious time
Is it too much to want it all?
In this short life
In this short life
In this short life
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Heart of Stone
02:48
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Oh my heart is a cold dark stone
Been that way since I was just a young one
Each year I grow older, well it grows that much colder
Oh my heart is a cold dark stone
I kept it secret, Lord I kept it safe
But I toe the line time and time again
One day they’ll find me out and I’ll be chased right out of town
When they find out what a wretch I am
And no, I never quite found Jesus
But there’s some things you just can’t bear alone
Sometimes I try to pray down by the river
And I wish away this heart made of stone
And no, I never quite found Jesus
But there’s some things you just can’t bear alone
Sometimes I try to pray down by the river
and I wish away this heart made of stone
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Pretty Poison
02:42
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In spring the ivory flowers bloom
Among the bronzen leaves of three
From shady glen or sunny hill
This pretty poison springs
She changes then from bronze to green
And wears a set of glistening pearls
And steadily begins creep
Around the trunks and canopies
Leaves of three
Let ‘em be
Leaves of three
Let ’em be
She wears her vivid color well
Among the tawny summer grass
And dangles red and ripened fruit
For the fool to eat and the wise to pass
Leaves of three
Let ‘em be
Leaves of three
Let ’em be
In autumn green leaves turn to flame
Brilliant orange and crimson glow
And though the devil is betrayed
The wise and brave let her alone
Leaves of three
Let ‘em be
Leaves of three
Let ’em be
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Silence
02:54
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I pray to the silence
I pray to the emptiness
From which I came
To which I’ll return
The stars sit in silence
In deep velvet luxury
From which I came
To which I’ll return again
I find in the silence
I find in the emptiness
A most extraordinary feeling
Only told by silence
Only told by silence
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9. |
Little Tune
03:33
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In death we part, as promised when we wed
Tonight I must bid you farewell, my dearest friend
Give me your word that if we ever meet again
We will play a little tune by the shore
This dusty old mind is a well of memories
One enchanted night has been visiting my dreams
If I try, for a moment, I can close my eyes and see
The night we played a little tune by the shore
My violin was sharp, or maybe you’d gone flat
High tide chased us away while we sawed and banged and hacked
The man in the moon threw back his head and laughed
While we played a little tune by the shore
Now I must part, as promised when we wed
Tonight I must bid you farewell, my dearest friend
Give me your word that if we ever meet again
We will play a little tune by the shore
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Annie Hendrix California
Creative Writer and Musician from Northern California, USA
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