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Autumn Leaves
04:58
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Standing at the water's edge
staring at my reflection
in a rippled pool made by the pebble's toss.
The waves distort my face
and break up my perception,
when I think of you, I remember loss.
(CHORUS)
Where have all the autumn leaves gone
that my heart depended on
to bring you back to me, love,
when my lonely days were done.
Your chestnut hair
chases me through my dreams
making it hard to wake.
You take my hand
along the lake
where we pause to make
love that wasn't meant to last
beyond the morning's light.
CHORUS
Silhouette of barren trees
against the setting sun
swaying in the breeze.
The wind will not remember
all that I have done
to keep you next to me.
CHORUS
Standing at the water's edge
staring at my reflection
in a rippled pool made by the pebble's toss.
The waves distort my face
and break up my perception,
when I think of you, I remember loss.
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2. |
Country Morning
05:27
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Country morning
and the wind blows through dry leaves
scattered at the base of the frozen tendriled trees;
it's an open question about the way things used to be
and the way they might have been.
Ghosts drop by and ask me for a cigarette,
share a cup of coffee over stories we can't forget,
asking questions about the bridges I have burned
and the lessons I didn't learn
CHORUS
But I've walked this road before,
knocked on each and every door
and I've seen what lies within,
and I'm never going back that way again.
Ocean afternoon
and the sun shines on my face
settling into the scars I can't erase;
bird flies high and the salt breeze gives it chase
and the echo of a song is all I hear.
City evening
and the rain comes pouring down
filling up the streets where the sewer rats have drowned,
wind blows high and the trees bend to its howl
and the rhythm of the rain is all I hear.
Ghosts drop by and ask me for a cigarette,
share a glass of whiskey over stories we can't forget,
asking questions about the lessons I have learned
and the bridges I've yet to burn.
CHORUS
Another morning
and the wind blows through dry leaves
scattered at the base of the frozen tendriled trees;
it's an open question about the way things used to be
and the way they'll be again.
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3. |
Farewell Song
04:14
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Made a promise
to the ones who love me most
that I would leave you far behind;
too much of you
had me feeling like a ghost
and strangled up my mind.
But you're the one
who taught me how to sing
when I didn't know the words.
And you're the one
who taught me how to hear
when I wasn't being heard.
And now
that you're gone
my fingers can't find the pulse.
Now that you're gone,
got me feeling like someone else.
But you're the one
who taught me how to breathe
in the face of the sickening swirl.
And you're the one
who taught me how to see
there's still beauty in this world.
And now
that you're gone
my fingers can't find the pulse.
Now that you're gone,
got me feeling like someone else.
But you're the one
who taught me how to sing
when I didn't know the words.
And you're the one
who taught me how to hear
when I wasn't being heard.
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4. |
How You Wanna Live
05:41
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I came to your door
and asked if you'd let me in
and you looked me in the eye,
said, "Where've you been?"
And I said, "If you won't let me through,
then at least let me talk to you"
And you sadi, "I'm listening."
And I thought,
where do I begin?
I said I been travelin'
through this world my friend
and I seen more than I should
both bad and good.
And you said, with tears welling in your eyes again,
I don't wanna know where you been
or why, why you had to go -
why'd you have to go?
Cause if I had to hear once more
about how you wanna change your mind
and change the life you're livin' in,
maybe start tellin' the truth again,
I'd have to kick down the walls
of that fairy tale house you're livin' in
cause I can't stand listenin'
to that idiot wind
blowin' through your lips again
tellin' me how you wanna live.
And that little girl
that you left behind
somewhere along the line,
she's walking so far behind
and she can't keep from crying.
She came to your door and asked
if you'd let her in,
and you looked her in the eye,
said where you been?
And she said if you won't let me through
then at least let me talk to you
and you said, I'm listening,
and she thought,
where do I begin?
Cause if I have to hear once more
about how you wanna change your life
and change the mind you're livin' in,
maybe start tellin' the truth again,
I'm gonna kick down the door
of that fairy tale house you're livin' in
cause I can't stand listenin'
to that idiot wind
blowin' through your lips again
tellin' me how you wanna live.
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5. |
Nothing to Say
02:53
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If I had one thing,
one thing to say to you
I'd speak my mind
turn and walk away.
But I got nothing,
nothing to say,
so just turn your head
and look the other way.
What started out
one sunny day in May
wound up in this dirty
run down cafe
where the caked on faces
offer refills,
old man spit polishes the grill.
But I ain't been hungry in days
and you ain't slept in weeks,
and we both look like something
that the cat drug in
and I keep waiting,
waiting on you to speak
Cause if I had one thing,
one thing to say to you
I'd speak my mind and walk away.
But I got nothing,
nothing to say,
so just turn your head
and look the other way.
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6. |
Sail Away
05:40
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We walked along the river.
The city framed us in.
The redness of your face
told the story of the wind.
You said I'm not happy
with the spaces in between.
I paused awhile to consider this
and said what do you mean?
And you said the sun shines through
but the rain keeps pouring down
scouring the rooftops
and the sidewalks of this town.
And I wish that we could follow
this river to the sea,
unmoor a ship and hoist the sails,
you and I'd be free to
sail away, sail away
leave behind the city
and it's mundane day to day
sail away, sail away
watch the concrete skies
fade to gray and sail away
At night I lie awake
praying for a dream,
but my heart beats like
the caged bird's wings
and it makes me want to scream.
So I turn on the t.v.,
stare blankly at the screen,
bathing in the blue light
of my bold passivity.
And I hope that dawn will find me
staring out to sea.
You will come and take my hand
and say we're finally free to
sail away, sail away
leave behind the city
and it's mundane day to day
sail away, sail away
watch the concrete skies
fade to gray and sail away
We walked along the river.
The city framed us in.
The redness of your face
told the story of the wind.
And you said I am not happy
with the spaces in between.
I paused awhile to consider this
and said I know exactly what you mean.
sail away, sail away
leave behind the city
and it's mundane day to day
sail away, sail away
watch the concrete skies
fade to gray and sail away
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(CHORUS)
Take me down to the water.
Push my head beneath the waves.
Three times for good measure;
three times and I'll be saved.
Cause the rich are getting richer
by killing off the poor.
And the last shall be first
don't apply on this shore.
CHORUS
As I walk among the people,
I see injustice everywhere;
and those that have the power
can't see or they don't care.
CHORUS
I can hear those bells a ringing.
Wonder who they're ringing for.
Maybe those who've lost the battle
in this never-ending war.
CHORUS
Cause I'm not getting any younger
and my spirit is tired
of drifting without anchor
slowly to the other side.
CHORUS
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The shepherd and the lone wolf
awake beneath the sky.
No one need remind them
of who they are and why.
Meanwhile, in these deep chrome canyons,
a line heard in a song
urges me to remember
where it is I belong.
In this city
where the trains aren't even
fair weather friends;
they're just fickle and circular
and your trip never ends,
I have trouble remembering
beneath the concrete and the cars
lies the heart of a country
that's scarred but beating hard.
The shepherd and the lone wolf
asleep beneath the stars.
No one need remind them
of who and where they are.
Meanwhile, in these deep chrome canyons,
a line heard in a song
urges me to remember
where it is I belong.
I been walking these city streets
with camera in hand
taking pictures of borrowed time
and unpaid for land.
A friend once told me
that a hard rains gonna fall.
But when my brothers and sisters drown
no one seems to care at all.
The shepherd and the lone wolf
asleep beneath the stars.
No one need remind them
of who and where they are.
Meanwhile, beneath these deep chrome canyons
made of concrete walls
a scarred heart beats red hot blood
and the thunder's echo calls.
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Frank D. Hill Illinois
Singer-songwriter,
proud dad, writer, (happily) former attorney and mediator, living and writing in Illinois. Just trying to work it out.
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