1. |
Sit Down and Talk
04:25
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I dream of a world where scores can be settled
With points of information
Not physical aggression
And in this dream, politicians can be heckled
But getting home safely
Doesn't call for discretion.
There always seems to be a man who’s ready for violence
When he feels like his point of view is being silenced.
But at the end of it all, when the last bomb falls
When the bullets have been fired and the soldiers have expired.
When the dead can no longer be counted
And the pain on all sides has mounted
Till no one has the strength remaining
To throw a punch despite their training
We'll still all have to sit down and talk it out.
We should raise our glasses in celebration
Or our voices in anger
But never our fists in rage
Draw cartoons in satirical imitation
But don't draw blood.
De-escalate, disengage.
There always seems to be a man ready for violence
When he feels like his point of view is being silenced
But at the end of it all, when the last bomb falls
When the bullets have been fired and the soldiers expired.
When the dead can no longer be counted
And on all sides the pain has mounted
Till no one has the strength remaining
To throw a punch despite their training
We'll still all have to sit down and talk it out.
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2. |
For Your Smile
03:50
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For your smile
What would I do?
For your smile
What would I do?
I'd drive to San Francisco
From Boonville, Mendecino.
We'd ride a tandem round the bay
And dine in Sausalito.
For your smile
What would I do?
Your sweet style
Keeps me beside you.
I'd stay a while and listen
Wouldn't care what I'd be missing
Cause the music of your voice
Is everything that I've been wishing for
And I would share your burden
When I see you're overworking
When your eyes have lost their shine I know
That the weight has got you hurting
For your smile
What would I do?
Your sweet style
Keeps me beside you.
I'd dance for you on the solstice stage
I'd sing for you till the stars have aged
I'd walk with you a thousand miles
Just to see you smile
For your smile
What would I do?
Your sweet style
Keeps me beside you.
For your smile
What would I do?
I'd drive to San Francisco
From Boonville, Mendecino.
We'd ride a tandem round the bay
And dine in Sausalito.
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3. |
Drops of Happiness
04:40
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Though we often look at others and the portraits of their lives
Can seem so much more blissful it’s the viewpoint that’s to blame
There’s no true way of stepping back, surveying from outside
The life you’ve drawn around you when you’re trapped within the frame
Instead you find the details little moments of elation
Those buoyant balloons of happiness for emotional elevation.
A crisp, sweet apple - neither bruised, nor overripe.
Warm, still steaming bread: some crust in every bite
A tall, cool glass of milk. Naturally, full cream.
The waves of aroma as you’re chopping basil, fresh and green.
How many grains of sand, to make a dune?
How many hooks to sell a tune?
How many feathers to make a soft duvet?
How many little moments, does it take to make your day?
How many hairs to make a lion’s mane?
How many errant stones to break a window pane?
You don’t know when these moments will manifest,
So always be alert to taste these drops of happiness.
The sun in the sky when you open your eyes
A cool breeze on a hot day can truly tranquilize
To hear rain on a roof and not feel it on your head
Pink candyfloss clouds in a crimson sky at sunset
How many grains of sand…
A humble apology, graciously received
Supressed frustrations vociferously freed
A smile from a stranger, that says, “We could be friends!”
Or one from an old friend that says, “It’s good to see you, once again!”
How many grains of sand...
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4. |
Harlequin
03:42
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You’re the queen of reassurance
You know just what to say
But the dean of my pride
Keeping vanity at bay
A glowing rainbow harlequin
With dazzling sleight of hand
the architect of my soul
And I trust your plan
You know when to build me up
You know when to tear me down
You know when to be my rock
and you know when to play the clown.
You’re the bushfire that burns
Through my arid badlands
The cascade of rain that
Breaks my drought once again
The River that connects my world
From the mountains to the sea
And all the life that it sustains
From the ground up to the trees.
You know when to build me up
You know when to tear me down
You know when to be my rock
And you know when to play the clown.
Harlequin, dean, architect, queen
Bushfire, rain, river and all it sustains.
You know when to build me up
You know when to tear me down
You know when to be my rock
and you know when to play the clown.
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5. |
Rain Stopped Play
03:47
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I was singing on the street
My little Roland at my feet
When the whimsy of the weatherman
Decreed that I should change my plans
A fellow passing near
Saw me packing up my gear
And he offered me that Wimbledon refrain.
Rain stopped play
Rain stopped play
Looks like I won’t be making music
On the streets today
‘Cause rain stopped play
A nearby alcove kept me dry
While my spirits still rode high
With increasing inclination to ignore precipitation
And maintain erstwhile intentions of impromptu entertainment
But few more songs were needed before the weather would be heeded.
As I felt the rain extinguishing the fire from my voice.
Rain stopped play
Rain stopped play
Looks like I won’t be making music
On the streets today
‘Cause rain stopped play
So as I lamented how the rain had prevented
My short serenade from attracting a crowd
I looked at reality with that stoic mentality
Of which all we English are quietly proud
For the best English weather is capricious and never
Do the sun wind or rain endure
Rain stopped play
Rain stopped play
But I know I’ll soon be making music
On the streets another day
‘Cause the rains not here to stay
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6. |
This Ain't Love
03:47
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We've only met in real life just one time
I can't say you know me too well.
Infatuation should not be a crime
I'm already in some kind of hell.
I'm obsessed with you
My mind's possessed by you
But I must confess it's true
That this ain't love
Though my advances have met with resistance
I can't get you out of my mind
That's why for now I am keeping my distance
And hoping you just need more time.
I'm obsessed with you
My mind's possessed by you
But I must confess it's true
That this ain't love
Because I know nothing about you
You're all that I want you to be
I feel like I'm nothing without you
But it's all just a fantasy.
I'm obsessed with you
My mind's possessed by you
And I must confess it's true
That this ain't love
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7. |
Two Hearts
03:57
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Was it the time or the place?
Or her voice or his face?
Did it start with that rumour
Or their shared sense of humour?
Nothing more, nothing less
Than a gentle caress
And they're tumbling over the edge
Two hearts too young
Two kids having too much fun
Tonight two people
Will fall in love
Two smiles, two faces
Too many warm embraces
Tonight two people
Will fall in love
Is it the cut of his hair
or the style of her shirt?
Feel the force in the air
Draw them in as they flirt.
Something sparks as they touch hands
A fortuitous circumstance
Has brought their lives together
Two Hearts...
Four hands, four lips
Foreplay, soft finger tips
Will their love
Be forever?
Tender words, abandoned clothes,
Intense emotions, passion flows.
Will it last?
Only heaven knows!
Two hearts...
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8. |
Keep Yourself Busy
06:20
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Every hour is marked by a pitiless chime
In the house occupied by the soldiers of time.
Hear the hum of decay in each echoing room
Every tic weaves another dark thread through death's loom.
But you don't have to live in this cage of the present
Keep dreaming and your future can be incandescent.
Daisy Mclean she said a wise thing:
Every day is a choice between living and dying
But sadly some people, they choose the latter,
And slowly their life will drain of all the things that really matter.
“Keep yourself busy,” said Daisy Mclean
Or let weariness be your daily refrain.
Don't be content with the shadows on the wall
Step outside, see the sunshine or feel the rain fall
If routine keeps you prisoner chaos will free you
Embrace it or fear will never release you
Relinquish your habits you no longer need them
Your imagination will lead you to freedom.
Daisy Mclean she said a wise thing:
Every day is a choice between living and dying
But sadly some people, they choose the latter,
And slowly their life will drain of all the things that really matter.
“Keep yourself busy,” said Daisy Mclean
Or let weariness be your daily refrain.
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9. |
Sum of Our Parts
05:11
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When we talk, when we think
When we walk, we are in sync.
Already raised above the power of two
Be the change you want to see
Evolve together patiently
Our brave new world begins with me and you
This connection we've felt since the start
Means we are more than the sum of our parts
This reflection I see in your heart
Means we are more than the sum of our parts
You've accepted all my flaws
Like no one ever has before
That's how I know that we'll remain attached.
You may have traits I wouldn't choose
But I know there's more to lose
Naively dreaming that we're perfectly matched
Falling in love is not à la carte
'Cause we are more than the sum of our parts
No objection could keep us apart
When we are more than the sum of our parts
As our lives intertwine
Our desires become aligned
‘Cause we are more than the sum of our parts
This connection we've felt since the start
Means we are more than the sum of our parts
This reflection I see in your heart
Means we are more than the sum of our parts
Falling in love is not à la carte
'Cause we are more than the sum of our parts
I'd like to remind you before we depart
No objection could keep us apart
The place where we're headed is not on the charts
‘Cause we are more than the sum of our parts.
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Bill Rutherford England, UK
Bill’s childhood was itinerant and tumultuous. Travelling round the globe before he turned seven, his family eventually settled in Kent, UK. Music and songwriting were interests from an early age, but not till Bill's teenage years did the carousel of hobbies finally come to rest, with a guitar in one hand, drum sticks in the other, and a head full of effervescing dreams of rock & roll symphonies. ... more
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