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The Some of Our Parts
04:17
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T h e S o m e o f O u r P a r t s
Some will be given to carry a load
Some will be made to explode
Some will be given to thrill and to shine
Some will be made to write lines
Some will be dressed in the latest of fashion
Some will be talkers inspired by the times
Some will be given enough just to ration
Some will have others on their minds
Some will pursue what is true for the moment
Some will speak out with what they think is the news
Some will recall what other's cannot believe in
Some will be conscious in the ways that they choose
Some will paint angels and dance 'round the seasons
using what others discard in their haste
Some will build fires to cook with and dance around
knowing there's no time to waste
Some will be teachers and climbers of mountains
Some will bear children who'll laugh in the sun
Some travel highways unused and forgotten
Some spin the world all in fun
Take a good look at the world you come from:
Is it the way you'd have it to be?
Some will bring changes by the depth of their breathing
Some will help others see
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Purple Martin
04:23
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P u r p l e M a r t i n
purple martin, purple martin
the way you sing on the wind you fly
you give me glimpses of dreams long forgotten
i never need to ask you why
your colours show amidst the tree green
your voice like raindrops in my ear
never have i seen a bird so gentle
never have i heard a voice so clear
along the highway where the crow flies
where the sun beats down upon the dust
from the shade where i am sitting
i hear a melody from you i can trust
from distant shores across the water
the elder tribes sing to the land
emerging from the mighty ocean
new creatures dance upon the sand
you came to me as i lay sleeping
through restless dreams we shared the sound
flying so high above the canyon
our silhouette cast down to the ground
for many years my heart felt empty
as if i had no other choice
now the martin flies beside me
so long i've needed the sound of that voice
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Lay My Body Down
03:14
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L a y M y B o d y D o w n
O, I will lay my body down
by the sound of moving water
so the gurgling flow when I close my eyes
is all my ears will hear.
O, I will lay my body down
in fields of ripened colour
where swallowtail butterflies
and creatures wild and knowing
are stepping lightly to the music
of a hundred heartbeats singing.
There I will surely lay me down
in the morning of my evening
to pass my days in gratitude
with all the world just a passing hue
as if to say every lesson gained is important to all we do
O, I will lay my weary tune
in fragrant fertile valleys
where hawks are soaring overhead
and the world is vast and open;
where the winds will fill my sails
and the light pours bright and golden
There I will surely lay me down
in joy will I surrender
as the energy returns to sea
to sail the timeless splendour...
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A World Light Years Away
04:23
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A W o r l d L i g h t Y e a r s A w a y
Talk to me in a simple tongue so your words stay fresh in my mind
Sing for me a melody and your words will naturally rhyme
Take me to that place innside not limited by time
I will try not to hide when my feelings flood my eyes
Raise your spirits toward the heavens, hold your glass up high
Lay aside your worryshackles and burst the bonds that bind
Bring me a breath of refreshing air from a land I knew before
We're all just learning how to share, no need to hurry anymore
Long ago some nights in armour arose from a pile of dust
Swords in hand they fought for honour and turned away in disgust
While on a world light years away, spinning slient through the void
Voices are raised to fill the sky: "This planet will not be destroyed!"
Falling crawling reaching calling: is anybody near?
Honest words with warmth and meaning are music to my ears
Hear the ocean's mighty roar, the breakers crash against the rocks
It's a sound I can't ignore two thousand miles from the docks
All of our lives we've spent in passage with so much left undone
Why criticize each other's efforts instead of reaching toward the sun?
Come gather 'round while we still can,
Hellhounds are baying at the moon
Feel the trembling in the land, we cannot love too much too soon
Oooh...my head begins to spin...
Around and around and around and around again
Oooh...my head begins to spin...
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T h e H o u s e A c r o s s t h e S t r e e t
Tried to write so many times
just can't seem to find the lines
just can't seem to land the words
my attempts seem so unsure...
Ever seem to wake at last
remembering every moment past
leaning heard on shadows cast
scuffling in the dirt?
Take me in your heart so I can fly around that beat
Tell me of the time that's left
in the house across the street
and, while we shuffle across the floor
the distance of the room,
Take me in your heart beneath the big harvest moon
Explanations were always brief
we dropped our mouths in disbelief
we closed our eyes with some relief
rolling off our brows
but for every song we've never sung
and every time we felt too young
and every time we've dared to hope
regardless of the odds:
Take me in your heart so I can fly around that beat
Tell me of the time that's left
in the house across the street
and, while we shuffle across the floor
the distance of the room,
Take me in your heart beneath the big harvest moon
Shadows flicker across the wall
they rise up high and start to fall
with bent down knees I slowly crawl
along the dusty floors.
For every moment I hesitate
for every thought I contemplate
so many voices congregate
pounding on my doors
Down through all the ages past
mankind cries and go too fast
so afraid to be the last
statue in the dust...
Take me in your heart so I can fly around that beat
Tell me of the time that's left
in the house across the street
and, while we shuffle across the floor
the distance of the room,
Take me in your heart beneath the big full harvest moon
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Sweep Me Off My Feet
03:22
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S w e e p M e O f f M y F e e t
Sweep me off my feet
The moon's full and rising if you need an excuse
It's you I came to meet;
Not so surprising, we've asked for all we've produced
Not many people understand when there's nothing to say
And when I try to speak up the words, they get in the way...
There's nothing like the moonlight
Dogs are barking and the grass is a sparkling jewel
Believe me when I tell you
In the bloodstream of the universe this world is just a molecule
Too many people think they're only the sound of their name
That sense of separation only shows how we're really the same
...and nobody deserves any blame.
If I knew the truth, you know I'd stand on the mountain
Gushing out the proof like water from a fountain
But every person has potential for playing the saint...
We're canvasses reaching for the paint.
So sweep me off my feet
Stars are falling and nobody stands to lose
If everything's complete
Life is holy and we've all got the power to choose
And when the sundown brings another lonely night
It only lasts until the morning shines down de-light
– she's shining down her heavenly light!
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Brian Cutean QTN Oregon
Brian Cutean/QTN, Oregon songpoet and wordsmith musician, writes songs with offbeat and touching lyrical observations on the socialography of the human condition. He has performed with spirit and whimsy all over these United States for many years.
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