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Change
03:36
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Change is faster than the speed of imagination.
Change is faster than the hungry fire.
Change disaster into a reason you can change,
If you can.
Change is happening and it will not be denied.
All your words will not quell the tide.
Change your fears into a reason to be free.
Are you waiting for someone else to lead the way?
You could wait a long time is what I say.
If you just get up and take a stand,
You might find you’ve always held the winning hand.
Change is faster than the speed of imagination.
Change is faster than the hungry fire.
Change disaster into a reason you can change.
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2. |
Little Finnegan
04:02
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You're a bus driver bound from the lights of the city
through the quiet of little town lost in the night.
Exits and off ramps and neon lit diners,
the bright eyes of rabbits like stars on the roadside.
The radio reminds you of all that's behind you,
while your poor eyes are dazzled by the oncoming lights.
The white line goes through you and you don't know now do you
why the good folks won't turn down their brights.
Through the long night the dark traffic sighs.
What color are the bus driver's eyes?
Puzzles, riddles and cats that play fiddles;
children that change in the rays of the moon.
The little dog laughed just to see such a sight
and the dish ran away with a media tycoon.
Are we almost there yet and why is the rain wet
and who spilled the stars on the velvety deeps?
Digressions and questions and liars confessions,
Little Finnegan can't get to sleep.
So many what ifs and whys.
What do you see when you shut down your eyes?
There once was a maiden who escaped from a bower
by cutting off all of her beautiful hair.
Weaving a ladder she climbed down the tower
and ran off and left not a note on a chair.
There was an old farmer who traded his best cow
for a hand scribbled map and an old rusty key.
The little dog wept just to hear such a tale.
The tears that he offered could fill up the sea.
The the long hills the dark traffic rolls.
The night driver ferries our souls.
Are we almost there yet and why is the rain wet,
oh who spilled the stars on the velvety deeps?
Look up out your window, now watch the moon follow…
little Finnegan can't get to sleep.
Now be a good fellow, go waltz with the widow.
Little Finnegan can't get to sleep.
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I've just come down to tell you about some music that I've heard.
It's the band that plays on weekends down at Eddy's Crossroad bar.
They live out behind the diner on a bus that's up on blocks.
If they ever get it rolling I believe that they'll go far.
The leader's Alexander with his double neck guitar
who comes from Spain by way of San Francisco,
and his girlfriend is Elena from the hills of Bogota.
When he met her she was dancing in a disco.
The name of the band is the sad Spanish man
and the beautiful Indian girl.
Their drummer is Matsui, a Japanese Hawaiian
who grew up playing country blues in Memphis Tennessee.
He drops the one before the bar and then he kicks the two and four
and sometimes you can find him with a banjo on his knee.
There's jazzy Jan from Amsterdam who fills in all the leads
on the saxophone, sitar and balalaika.
And Brooklyn Bob the sound man, master of the mixing board,
could put a shine on 1956 formica.
These are the pieces that make up their sound
and the people that make up their world
Yeah the name of the band is the sad Spanish man
and the beautiful Indian girl.
Eddy tries to manage them but he doesn't have a clue
about the market niche where he should try to sell them.
When the business people ask him about the bag they occupy
he doesn't have a notion what to tell them.
There's a taste of gypsy zydeco and lick of western swing
some polka, blues and psychedelic soul.
Throw in some mariachi and a little folky funk
and your mama and your pap's rock and roll.
It's a crazy quilt pattern kaleidoscope rainbow design
on the flag they've unfurled
and the name of the band is the sad Spanish man
and the beautiful Indian girl.
They've got lyrics like the Beatles, they've got lyrics like the dead
They've got lyrics like the Kingsmen where you're not sure what they said.
And when they start to harmonize all the angels shut their mouths
cause it's all about the unity of north east west and south.
These are the pieces that make up their sound
and the people that make up their world
Yeah the name of the band is the sad Spanish man
and the beautiful Indian girl.
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4. |
New Again
05:40
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Morning comes to touch the sky
and wake the sleeping world,
to hang the dew upon the blades of grass
like strings of pearls.
I rise up from my sleep to find you
lying by my side,
clinging to your last of dreams
and breathing like the tide.
I won't wake you, I'll just wait
and hold you in my eyes,
peaceful as a ship of clouds
that sails the crystal skies.
If there's ever been a sweeter day
I swear I don't know when.
Since you came into my life
it's all been new again.
All these years I spent alone
just watching time slip by,
filling up with emptiness
and taking love to be a lie,
filling pages up with words
to make my broken song,
never knowing you were were somewhere
waiting all along.
There's never been a sweeter day
my lover and my friend.
Since you chose to take this road
it's all been true again.
Morning comes to touch the hills
and wake the sleeping rose,
Throwing diamonds on the river
so it flashes as it flows.
This world is lovely
it can't be denied you know it's true
twice as lovely
with two pairs of eyes to see it through.
If there's ever been a sweeter day
I swear I don't know when.
Since you came into my life
it's all been new again.
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Right by You
03:22
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I didn't look before I leapt.
Now there is no ground to catch me.
I hope that you're no heart breaker,
I want do right by you.
From where I stand you look so fine.
You give me every sign to please you.
I won't be no love fear.
I want to do right by you.
I want to do right by you.
I want to try to be the light that guides you through.
I want to be right by you.
Every day and night, mamma right by you.
If you're afraid I understand,
an honest east is hard to come by.
I won't be no word breaker.
I want to do right by you.
I want to do right by you.
I want to try to be the light that guides you through.
I want to be right by you.
Every day and night, mamma right by you.
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6. |
I Be You
03:02
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It's all all right.
Come inside we are not strangers here.
Take my hand
look in these eyes there is no danger here.
Do you recognize the part of me that's part of you
and if you do we can begin
let go uncertainty
open up the curtain
see the sunlight streaming in
because the heart of me is the heart of you,
yes it's true.
Because I be you.
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On a silver planet at the edge of time and space
a futuristic genius in his tower contemplates
the mirrors of infinity, molecules and galaxies.
He finds the farther out he looks the deeper in he sees.
The man on the silver planet loves the girl in the golden atom.
He polishes the lenses on his super microscope,
turns down his eyes to gaze upon a subatomic mote,
and on a tiny planet there, underneath a golden sun
he sees a shining woman and he knows he's not alone.
The man on the silver planet loves the girl in the golden atom.
The man on the silver planet loves the girl in the golden atom.
On a silver planet underneath a dying star
the genius learns the weariness of eyes that see too far.
He feels the pull of cosmic loss, a distance he can never cross.
Will he always be as lonely as a brain inside a jar?
The man on the silver planet loves the girl in the golden atom.
The man on the silver planet loves the girl in the golden atom.
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Bert Lee Brooklyn, New York
Bert Lee has been writing songs since the mid 1960's, and because of just dumb great luck has had the opportunity to be
mentored by a bunch of great composers.
Classical, folk, country, swing, rock, electronic and downright experimental music has been flowing out of him for decades.
Enjoy.
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