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Hey, can you come out and play?
Can you come out and play
My game with me ... my game with me?
Hey, can you come out and play
My game with me?
Round and round and up and down,
I wound up my merry-go-round,
And while my down is going up
Your up is coming down.
Hey, can you come out and play,
My game with me?
Hey, don't say you didn't know
You can't win the way I play.
Don't say you didn't know.
I warned you of it yesterday.
I warned you yesterday.
Can you come out and play
My game with me.
Hey, now that you've gone away
You can't here me, so I'll say,
Burn this infernal carousel.
Please tame me.
(Reference here to St. Exupery's Little Prince)
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One last alley
03:01
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Is this the one last alley you have to stumble down,
One dead end where there's no room to turn around,
Your last one hundred yards until your strength fails and you drop
So hard and low the only place for you to look is up?
Are you climbing up a mountain path the only leads nowhere,
Your feet chained to the rocky path, blind with icy glare?
Reach out for everlasting arms, seek eyes that search and care.
Jump out into eternity and find your reasons there.
I bundled up the problems of the world and universe,
Slung them on my back along with man's inherent curse.
I ached and groaned beneath my load until I came to know
Someone had done it all for me two thousand years ago.
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Cle's song
02:11
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Plant your houses in the desert,
Curse the heat and pray for rain,
Cultivate your wilted crops
That choke the ground where desert flowers had been.
I don't know why you left the meadow,
But I'll come 'round from time to time
And try to be your friend.
A tiny dwelling in you town
You built with my name on the door.
Sun and hot wind weathered me.
I learned your constitution, and that more
Than laws could fill the gnawing hunger
Eating away the very love
That I was crying for.
Your learning stays immutable (immovable?).
That might be right for you,
For me confinement cripple loves.
Mirages in your wilderness I see
Distort the green grown mountain range.
My taberacle's been unpitched.
Don't curse me 'cause I'm free.
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Branches bearing fruit of wispy purple sighs,
Flowers wafting temple incense,
Mottled grey-blue skies
Sifted through a misty wisteria veil.
Even beer cans polluting the harbor
Are clumsy ships learning how to sail.
The whole of creation
Awaits liberation
And quivers excited in anticipation
For the day when trees will clap their hands
And rocks will sing for joy.
Ferries sort of accidentally moving on their way
Make a trail of sparkle snail tracks
Wrapping 'round the bay.
Clouds unfurl a lightning flash
Of heaven's blinding glow.
The colors of butterflies, sunsets, and flowers
Are all mirrored in the rainbow.
I look with elation
And praise at creation
And wait for the dawn of the great liberation
When every tongue confesses Love
And every knee shall bow.
Is it selfish to ask you to take my hand
And become the cause of a celebration?
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An empty mailbox doesn't really matter,
And a full one only lets you know
You helped contribute to lonesomeness
About five days ago.
Letters make a verbal silence,
And words aren't big enough to say,
I think I love someone a continent and a million miles away.
When tears come slow, unstinging, warm,
My shoulders heave involuntary sighs,
Rationality offers a halfhearted
Consolation prize.
Two small children maturing
Away from together securities --
Instead of two small clinging vines
We'll grow into trees.
We were or will be isn't in the present.
Common sense can't fill the empty ache
For hands resting heavy on my shoulders,
Eyes to smile me awake,
A heart to catch the overflow of beauty
My soul cannot contain.
I think I love someone a continent and a million miles away.
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Martha, my Martha
02:17
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Martha, my Martha, open your eyes,
And look through your tears at the blue of the skies --
The investment of love that you've made.
Martha, my Martha, let Jesus take
All of your sorrow, all of your ache.
You take ahold of my smile.
Martha, my Martha, the plans that you've made
May not be forever, and if not they'll fade
As you will if you won't let go.
Martha, God's Martha, though you may not see,
Our Beloved watches us, loves us and He
Won't let tears be always.
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Where have I been?
02:59
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Don't know where I'm going,
I'm not sure where I've been.
Many faces, many loves,
Places to be in,
Words to say,
Games to play,
People to befriend
Will meet me where I'm going.
My God, where have I been?
Don't know what I'm saying,
Not sure what I've said,
Poems written, songs to sing,
Books that I have read,
Conversations,
Supplications
Come into my head.
Is what I'm doing living,
'Cause I know I'm not dead.
Lord, this low I'm feeling
Digs foundations for a high --
Joy and sorrow,
Tears and smiles,
Laughter while I cry.
Tuesday's sadness --
When comes gladness?
Smile instead of sigh?
If you want to learn to live, child,
Learn to let death die.
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Prefaced with "maybe"
07:03
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You couldn't have been this far apart
The night you made a baby.
Your quiet detachment -- when did it start?
"I love you," prefaced with "maybe"?
Maybe. Maybe I love you. Maybe.
Our roles are reversed,
And I'm not well-rehearsed
In phrases invented for keeping small children
From tearing each other to shreds.
Your eyes droop a cursed look.
What could be worse
Than to wake up and find
That the one you had loved
Is a stranger beside you in bed.
Maybe. Maybe I love you. Maybe.
Who's going to win your undeclared war?
Neither of you can hope to.
You wars are inside you, not in between.
Your own heads are foes to subdue.
Impatience and pride
Engulf like a riptide
Of bitterness pulling you further apwary
From the common shore where you love.
You've got to decide
Whether you're going to hide
In your books and your business
Or whether you'll mend
Tapestry two loves once wove.
The giving involved in being one
Can never see an end.
Does it have to be that in living with someone
You can no longer be friends?
Maybe. Maybe. Maybe I love you.
Maybe I love you.
Maybe I love you.
Maybe.
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Pink and blue dreams
03:12
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Rock-a-bye, baby. Now rock you to sleep.
Pink and blue dreams in your brown curly head.
Harvest of joyful fruit sleeping you'll reap.
Remember the words that our Lord Jesus said:
Suffer small children to come unto me.
Learn from these precious small children.
Unless you become as trusting as these,
You won't see the kingdom of heaven.
Close your eyes, Sarah, lay back your head, Jane.
Dwarves and tree people wait for you in dreams *
Lambs play with a lion with a soft golden mane **
Lullabies flow in the rivers and streams.
Suffer small children to come unto me...
*LOTR referece **Chronicles of Narnia reference
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Group W Bench
02:32
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I'm sittin' on the Group W Bench
Quietly sipping Mother's Pride Cola,
Waiting for the coming of the Lord.
Jesus said he'd raise up a peculiar race of people.
Thank you, man, for lookin' at me like you think I'm weird.
I'm flying high.
You cannot buy
What my mind's tuned in on.
Love, joy, and peace are free for asking Jesus
If he'll remove the barbed wire of the things you've always feared.
And I'm sittin' on the Group W Bench...
Jesus said, I leave you peace. A comforter I give you.
Sorrows, aches, and downers come.
They only last a season.
Until you're low
You'll never know
The way to grow
In depth as well as height.
And underneath the tears and wrenching
There's a still, small voice
Restoring peace and reason.
That's why I'm sittin on the Group W Bench...
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Megan Sue Hicks Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
In my teens and twenties I wanted to be a rich and famous singer-songwriter. In my 30s I wanted to be a rich and famous bestselling novelist. In my late 30's I discovered that what I really am is a storyteller, and that's how I've been making my way in the world for the past many years. You can find more about that at megahicks.com ... more
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