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1. |
As You Like It
05:04
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<verse>
Celia come with as I take my leave
We'll not be followed
Run away with me and we'll be free
In Arden Forest
(some) fresh country air's all we truly need
To recover
(My) pride fell with my fortunes (so it seems)
As you like it
...As you like it
<chorus>
Here in the woods
I've met a fool, so motley
He told me
"All the world is a stage" and we're just playing
The forest is free
Not like back home, such envy
This is our life and we'll find the good in every-
<verse>
-thing goes topsy turvy in my head
As I grasp this:
Infant, schoolboy, lover, soldier, then
Second childhood
Blow, blow thy winter wind
Men ungrateful
They say no jewel is like me Rosalind
As you like it
...As you like it
<chorus>
<bridge>
-thing
Don't fall in love with me
For I am falser than vows made in wine
Orlando
So lovely
So selfless
So noble
You'll love me
Orlando
It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green cornfield did pass,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
Here comes a pair of very strange beasts,
which in all tongues are called fools.
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2. |
Sulfur Rain
06:00
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<verse>
Cain is hunting Abel
down the stream and slowly round the bend
Cain is hunting Abel
when there're less
Leavers than Takers
they'll evolve and Take beautiful places
Cain is hunting Abel
<chorus>
Well you weren't prepared for Sulfur Rain
So quiet so sweet
And now you're scared that this is the end
of the world
<verse>
Adam feels enabled
to dream such knowledgeable thoughts
Adam is enabled
She is frustrated
Shaken that the
Takers
keep taking
Adam is enabled
<chorus>
<bridge>
The world belongs to man...
Man belongs to the world...
<chorus>
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3. |
Echo Chamber
05:36
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run the presses get plagiarize don’t credit rush it don’t edit
just get those clicks, every ninety minutes hit the
site despite short turnarounds incite ignite and feed the fighting
hoards their fodder hear the echo chambers echo echo echo
I may disagree with you
and you may disagree with me
but why can’t we
speak?
I may disagree with you
and you may disagree with me
but why can’t we
speak?
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4. |
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I'm just a bench, living my life, all day and all night I'll be
Here in my park, from morning till dark, under my cherry tree
You should wake up move cuz someone's coming
I know you just wanted somewhere nice to sleep but
Here by the cherry trees are where important people agree
That they don't wanna see
You asleep on me
So find another bench, friend
A sunny day, tourists galore, what a beautiful sight to see
Our lawns they host, such wonderful picnics, under our cherry trees
You should wake up move cuz someone's coming
They don't want you sleeping so close to where the lawyers
Speak about poor folks such as yourself and what to do
But they don't wanna see
You asleep on me
So find another bench, friend
All I ever see are people moving by in a spot I wanna call my home
For now I stand but soon shall rest
My mind wanders
I dip and drift back into my thought of how many find it a struggle to rise each day
When many hopes, decisions, and dreams have failed
Why people seem so alone when they have so much
Money is everything, or is it?
Love cannot be bought or forced upon
Fake, superficial, somewhat materialistically keen
This love can be bought with green
I reflect, pray, and judge not those that judge me
But what they see is not who I am inside
Ouch! I just got kicked at the heel
By one that believes that one such as I does not feel
You should wake up move cuz someone's coming
I know you just wanted somewhere nice to sleep but
Here by the cherry trees are where important people agree
That they don't wanna see
You asleep on me
So find another bench, friend
I ain’t got no money and I’m living in poverty
So they tell me I can’t stand by their national exhibits
Why do I gotta move along when all I wanna do is sit here and be free?
I ain’t bothering anybody
I just want the shade of the cherry tree
This is supposed to be America
Land of the free, land of the brave
Once the land of the slaves
These folks would find it much better if I moved into my grave
And even though some wish me dead because of my dirty state
I feel gifted that I could read one’s mind
But as usual I try to be joyous as one passes by
With my same old ditty:
“Hey, I don’t wanna waste your time,
But could you spare a nickel, a quarter, a dime, or a penny?”
You should wake up move cuz someone's coming
They don't want you sleeping so close to where the lawyers
Speak about poor folks such as yourself and what to do
But they don't wanna see
You asleep on me
So find another bench, friend
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5. |
Sirens
07:59
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John Doe was a man who was loved by his family and friends
He worked at the local school and took his lady and his boy to church every weekend
It was a Tuesday afternoon drove home from school when his tail light went out
Red lights and blue fill up his rearview mirror as he began to fear
“License and registration please” are what the man in the blue shirt and badge strongly said
John Doe rolled down his window and he asked “why are you pulling me over today?”
The next minute or so went in a flash in a blur words exchanged first sass then shouts
The chains went on with a pinch then came the kicks then came the fists
There sat John Doe concussed
Black eye broke ribs hands cuffed
All he could see was brights flare
And all he could hear
Was the siren’s roar
The next day the news report came
The man in the blue shirt’s identity withheld while John’s was defamed
His family and friends spoke to the press
But the press preferred talking about past misdemeanor possession
Mandatory minimums and two strikes you’re out
Were the laws of the land he faced with his public defendant
The maximum sentence is what the judge felt was fair
And just like that the gavel went crack and they sent John to jail
John Doe was a man who was serving his sentence at the penitentiary
He kept his head down low in the hopes that he would see his family again
He caught wind of a secret plan to escape via a weakness in the south gate
He figured this was a risk that he could take it was a good scheme and better than waiting
Then came the day and he snuck south
Fear in his eyes sweat on his brow
He saw a clearing started to run
Then heard the gun
Amidst the siren’s roar
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6. |
Ocean Bound
03:57
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<verse>
I bought this guitar on New Year's Eve in Lisbon
Paid in silver made from teaching folks my tongue
When I play it reminds me of sweet, warm Lisbon
Where the people laugh aloud both old and young
<chorus>
I will not stay here north of the Elbe river
Though part of me will miss St. Pauli's town
I am not quite certain as to where I'm going
But rest assured that I'll be ocean bound
<verse>
Warm Atlantic waters are a callin' me
With promises of relaxing sunny times
Although I'm not sure where this wind will take me
I'll keep the Douro valley on my mind
<chorus>
Ocean Bound...
But rest assured that I'll be ocean bound
<guitar solo by Benjamin Gallagher>
Ocean Bound...
But rest assured that I'll be ocean bound
<verse>
Cold Pacific waters are a callin' me
With promises of more familiar times
Although I'm not sure where this wind will take me
The Duwamish river will be on my mind
<chorus>
Ocean Bound...
But rest assured that I'll be ocean bound
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7. |
Sunlight
04:36
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<verse>
the sunlight
hot sunlight
heats concrete
and asphalt
animals
and flora
seek shelter
drink water
<chorus>
but this sunlight
hot sunlight
melts glaciers
empties lakes
they can’t find
no shelter
they can’t find
no water
<verse>
we people
are drinking
fresh water
air conditioning
our carbon
plus sunlight
makes this whole thing
so much hotter
<chorus>
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8. |
Ants
04:57
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Everywhere you step we are watching you
Feeling you
Digging through
Make our networks
Left turn right turn
Infrastructure forming around all your concrete cubes
Flanking your expansion maybe build hills near your mansions
They gander
They’ll handle
Us vandals
Who love sandals
Here underground content with our tunnels
We don’t pretend that you have love for us
But when your species is dead and gone
I’ll climb out stretch in the sun
Here underground we compete with our brethren
We’ve battled and warred we’ve won some lost others
But when you people’re off this place
This bug’s life will be better
I see that can of Raid out in your shed
Who gave you the right to spray me dead?
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9. |
Ubiquitous
04:42
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<verse>
he clasps his upper forearm
squeezes his fist
looks at blue veins and red arteries
traveling through his wrist
she takes and airplane to see him
prefers the window view
pays witness to creeks and rivers
all with current running through to
he sees her through seas of people
happy to be greeting meeting and
she takes him by the hand standing in the subway
admiring the lightning storm out the train window
<chorus>
It’s everywhere…
and anything
can be
<verse>
invisible sound waves spiral
not seen when she sings
just like tree rings tell a tree’s tale
his fingerprints show where he’s been
stirring coffee in cups quickly
his leaves a java stain hers a tea ring
spiral goes his memories her spinning in dresses dancing
addressing things spinning goes his memories spinning spin
he sees her walking up the
spiral staircase to the top level
she takes him by the hand standing on top of the building
admiring the tornadoes forming in plain view
<chorus>
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10. |
The Old Wooden Frigate
05:31
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<verse>
Come lately
I'm out at sea
Floating amidst battle cries
She brings
A pleasant breeze
Reminds me there is daylight and pleasant starlight beyond this scene
Come lately
I disagree
With our aggressive admiral
He brings
Such misery
To families of lost clippers young dead midshipmen not yet twenty
<chorus>
It's been centuries without peace
And I'm tired
What I need is in front of me
The sea and her waves
Avast I'm purged from this disease
Anchors Away set me free
<verse>
Come lately
We're retirees
Out classed by metal boxes
She brings the sun and breeze
So long since I've seen the ocean
Without the commotion of cavalry
<chorus>
After centuries without peace
I'm retired
What I need is in front of me
The sea and her waves
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MJ Beeghley Brussels, Belgium
Michael Beeghley is a singer, multi-instrumentalist, and composer. He is an ASCAP
artist.
Michael's latest album. “The Sea And Her Waves” ranges from folk, to jazz, to electronica weaving its way through poignant lyrical content.
Links for MJ's other projects:
facebook.com/mba4m
certainscaryghost.bandcamp.com
... more
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