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Tears in the Rain
02:42
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Is she real?
How ‘bout you?
Are her eyes really green?
Or maybe brown or blue?
In the end, we’re all the same.
A memory, a legacy, and tears…
Tears in the rain
What is life?
What is death?
The deck was stacked against you
before you took a breath.
Can you trust, whats in your brain.
Bitterness, serenity, or Fear?
Fear still remains.
Is there a truth,
that you can find,
or just a false reality,
that someone else assigned
Can you feel love? Can you feel pain,
Break the mold, break the cycle here,
here with your chains.
Was she real,
how ‘bout you?
Were her eyes really green?
Maybe brown or blue.
In the end, it’s all the same.
Memory and legacy and tears.
Tears in the rain.
Tears in the Rain
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2. |
Waiting for Persephone
03:10
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And we’re waiting for Persephone to walk this land again
The fields are lying fallow, the sheep are in the pen
And I’ cold. Oh so cold.
The sun has gone missing, or maybe it’s been sold.
And the North wind blows straight through my clothes.
And it seems that time itself has froze.
The cold is in the air, and the frost is on the ground
Our feathered friends have all flow south, no birdsong to be found.
And I’m cold, oh so cold
and the wolves in the night are growing ever bold
Old Orion rises nightly to survey his domain.
Summer banished in freezing snow and rain.
You wake up every morning with the blankets piled high,
The sun so frail and feeble, almost banished from the sky.
And it’s cold, always cold.
The dream of Spring, - a Fairy tale they told.
So keep your fires burning, their embers aglow
Earth sleeps beneath a blanket of snow
So we’re waiting for Persephone to walk this land again
The fields are ever fallow, the sheep are in the pen
And we’re cold. Oh so cold.
The sun is still missing, I swear that it’s been sold.
But struggling together, winter we’ll survive
as we pray for Spring to arrive.
And for Persephone to walk this land again.
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This is Now!
02:54
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You can live in the moment - You can live in the past
you can try to find balance -that possibly might last.
The rocks and shoals of history, require a careful line.
And you can’t sit at anchor, all the time
This is Now!
And you’ll survive somehow.
And even start to prosper
This I do avow.
Yesterday is Gone, there’s another dawn
This is Now!
We can let the past define us, or simply just inform,
Hide safe in the harbor, or ride upon the storm.
Don’t walk the road behind you, change that paradigm,
Pining for a missed tide, lost in time.
-- Repeat Chorus -
Ripped sales can be mended; tomorrow’s still ahead.
Wounds and scars are trophies, no matter how you’ve bled.
A horizon spreads before you, the dawn a blazing sign,
To pick up all those pieces... one more time.
-- Repeat Chorus -
This is Now!
This is Now!
This is Now!
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4. |
Turning Points
03:22
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There are turning points,
There are tipping points.
There are points of no return.
When Caesar crossed the Rubicon,
the final die was cast
Last day of the republic,
now an Empire at last.
And he thought that he was righteous.
Means justifying ends
and he died before the Senate
surrounded by his friends.
There are turning points,
There are tipping points.
There are points of no return.
When Princip pulled the trigger
the world was thrown awry
consequences unforeseen
when the archduke died.
And alliances were called upon
marched armies off to war.
40 million casualties.
You have to ask “what for”?
There are turning points,
There are tipping points.
There are points of no return.
Bridge:
McClusky saw Arashi – followed her to the fleet
And in that wide pacific, Japan finally knew defeat
These are turning points,
These are tipping points...
When the soviets placed missiles
on an island off our shore.
The president called for blockade
We were minutes from a war
But Vasilly Arkhipov,
refused to make that call
The hardest thing he ever did
was to do nothing at all
There are turning points,
There are tipping points.
There are points of no return.
There are turning points,
There are tipping points.
Whereupon the world does turn.
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5. |
Knight of Swords
03:11
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When danger is threatening
Be it night or day,
When disaster’s striking
He’s the first into the Fray
When the guns are firing
he’s running toward the sound
where people need defending,
He’s the first to be found.
He’s the knight of swords.
Packin’ heat, in the street
Knight of Swords
Evil beware, he’s prepared.
Knight of Swords,
Land or sea, he will be…
The knight of Swords.
Protects the weak and helpless,
From the dawn of time.
When the need is greatest,
She’s the one to hold the line.
Eyes on the horizon,
She’ll never be prey,
Building a tomorrow,
Better than today.
She’s the knight of swords.
Times are bleak, go and seek
Knight of swords.
Evil beware, she’s prepared.
Knight of Swords,
Blade in hand, she walks the land
Knight of swords,
Looking for solutions,
Not for placing blame
She does the right and needed,
For justice not for fame
Improvise and overcome
use anything at hand.
His mind’s his sharpest weapon
time to take command.
They are A Knight of Swords
Brave and bold, yet controlled
Knight of swords
Evil take care, they’re prepared
Knight of swords.
Use their might, to make right.
Knight of swords.
Knight of swords.
Knight of swords.
To stay free, strive to be…
A knight of swords.
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6. |
Ægeus Wept
02:49
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Standing on the shore,
Salt spray on his hair,
The king stands
Desperate for news
of his son’s travail’s
From distant lands
What color are the sails?
Did Theseus Fail?
Searching in the morning light.
Haunted and pale
Seeking one detail.
Are the sails black, or are they white?
And Ægeus wept, and fell into the sea
when he thought his son no more to ever see
a simple mistake – we’d all agree.
That story, passed down to you and me
Even now today
As we make our way
We make plans
Each and every day
watching what we say
since we began
(and) what color is your sail?
Will you win, or fail?
What beacon do you light?
Standing ‘gainst the gale,
or cowering and frail?
Are your sails black, or are they white?
And Ægeus wept...
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Mark Horning Phoenix, Arizona
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