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Poor Henry had a hole in his penny loafer
He saw her walking and he wanted to know her
Poor Henry had a look of a man much older
With his bindle slung over his shoulder
Sweet Sarah with her pair of parrots and her elevator eyes
She said her parents were heir apparents to a certain thorny prize
Sometimes I wonder
Do you remember
When we met
In the woods behind the garden
Where we found a box of flowers
And we looked at them for hours
With the sunlight. begging pardon
Of your mellow hidden powers
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AG Y’all - Right Brain
02:59
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We’ve been dreaming of a better life
Waiting it out, watching it go, down the drain
Lives on auto pilot, lining up to buy it
I’m not gonna live that way
Feel it taking over no more playing games
Giving up control to the right brain
Tired of taking cover, let go of the pain
Turn it off, turn it over To the right brain
Practical or reaching for our dreams
What should it be, black or white, do or die?
Passion traded, broken down and jaded
I’m not gonna go out that way
Feel it taking over no more playing games
Giving up control to the right brain
Tired of taking cover, let go of the pain
Turn it off, turn it over To the right brain
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the circuit closes no more
there’s a break in the arc
where there should be a spark
Resistance lost in the gate
no more charge in the flow
from a mute radio
We’ll check the manual
And search the archives
The base schematics for control
The valves start humming
The amplifier burning cold
There’s a blaze
There’s a rush
There’s a path through the brush
By the light of a moon you can’t see
could be ash
could be dust
could be all that you can trust
could be holding the skeleton key
It must have been a big scene
All those years long ago
Fly so high, vertigo
Wish I could still feel so green
when the flame lost its flick
When the flush feels the sick
We’ll check the manual
And search the archives
The base schematics for control
The valves start humming
The amplifier burning cold
There’s a blaze
There’s a rush
There’s a path through the brush
By the light of a moon you can’t see
could be ash
could be dust
could be all that you can trust
could be holding the skeleton key
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Angels go dancing on heads of steel pins
Lightly divining in circles and spins
Clock watching Latin and chanting the bends
Sharing a whimper and watching world ends
Passing time singing and lost in a dance
Spending eternity having no chance
Gathered together in heavenly manse
Daring to think and then put to the lance
Fire and brimstone give devils their due
To the pit screaming what’s in it for you
Bone clashing titans cross oceans of blue
Banished from Heaven for secrets they knew
Approaching midnight the ghosts ring their bells
Soft and sweet whispers from deep seven hells
Dead men sing praises of their prison cells
Wearing dead flowers in fancy hotels
Fixing the game drove them all barking mad
No sanctuary for sinful or sad
Facing the void without faith ain’t so bad
Peace and some quiet the best that we’ve had
Fire and brimstone give devils their due
To the pit screaming what’s in it for you
Bone clashing titans cross oceans of blue
Banished from Heaven for secrets they knew
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v1:
Don't you feel a little new today
Like everything might be OK
Yesterday, you left it far behind
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There's nowhere else you'd rather be
No other people you'd rather see
And there's no chance of running out of time
ch:
You were only waiting to come alive
And it seems this day has finally arrived
You can feel it in the sun, hear it in the way the wind sings
You're an old guitar, with new strings
v2:
You give a little, but you get a lot
You give no thought to what you're not
Yesterday is just a story that we tell
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There's no reason that we'd try to leave
There's no one else I'd rather see
than you, today, so come out of your shell
ch:
You were only waiting to come alive
And it seems this day has finally arrived
You can feel it in the sun, hear it in the way the wind sings
You're an old guitar, with new strings
v3:
Don't you feel a little new today
Like everything might be OK
Yesterday is just a song we like to sing
ch:
You were only waiting to come alive
And it seems this day has finally arrived
You can feel it in the sun, hear it in the way the wind sings
You're an old guitar, with new strings
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May Song
Could you see me sitting on a cloud
could you see me traveling earthward bound
Looking at the walls with a song in my head
Walking round in circles in a mild distress
Could you see me walking in my sleep
Could you see me walk inside your dream
Looking at the walls with a song in my head
Walking round in circles in a mild distress
This may be a May song a May song
This may be a May song a May song
Could you see me sitting by a stream
Could you see me hiding behind a screen
Looking at the walls with a song in my head
Walking round in circles in a mild distress
This may be a May song a May song
This may be a May song a May song
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May your legs carry you far
May you endlessly strum your guitar
May your brush paint each vivid hue
May your friends always help you through
When the world makes your nerves start to fray
Your high beams never seem to give way
You always have something
Imperfectly sunny to say
May your legs carry you far
May you endlessly strum your guitar
May your brush paint each vivid hue
May your friends always help you through
You teach me with each passing day
That he who finds hope finds a way
And you always have something
Heartbreakingly funny to say
May your legs carry you far
May you endlessly strum your guitar
May your brush paint each vivid hue
May your friends always help you through
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