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These bones are aching, this body's breaking
My mind is lying, my spirit's trying
As I approach, the coming dawn
I realize that youth is gone
When things turn to gray, the eye hesitates
The mountain is too high, for me to dignify
The clock is calling us to carry-on
And I realize that youth is gone
It's not time for goodbye, just awakening of life
It's just the end of prime, but it's still daytime
Find your sea to sail upon
And realize that youth is gone
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Duncan May - 40
04:45
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At 16 everything was new
At 18 there was fearless amazement
At 21 there was magic and chaos
30 was a work in progress
39 there was a countdown. 3…2…1
I have landed / I have arrived
Here I am at 40 very much alive.
The wrinkles are getting deeper
The knees resist momentum
I see my grandfather’s hair in the mirror more each day
I think about my youth with space travel fascination
Blast off in 3…2…1
I have landed / I have arrived
Here I am at 40 very much alive.
With my family and friends
If I could do it all over again
I wouldn’t change anything
Here I am 40 and still singing.
Each grey hear is someone I have loved
Each wrinkle is a tattoo of wisdom
I don’t want to be 21 again
I am finally ready to be exactly who I am
I’m finally ready to be who I am..
I have landed / I have arrived
Here I am at 40 very much alive.
With my family and friends
If I could do it all over again
I wouldn’t change anything
Here I am 40 and still singing.
Still singing…still singing…
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it takes a lot longer to get off the couch
i used to be 6 9 but now I slouch
the age I am now was once a fictional day
but I'm older now that Elvis when he passed away
Im 21 x 2 + 3 or 4
a point about which I am kind of sore
can't remember a lot about 23 or 24
or why I sat down here with this guitar
I remember when I could dunk a ball
without my kids having to go and call
someone to come and help me up
and tell me "dad, I think that thats enough
Im 21 x 2 + 3 or 4
a point about which I am kind of sore
can't remember a lot about 23 or 24
or why I sat down here with this guitar
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These cascading chords of years
Count the measures in my ears
The melodies begin to ring
On the repetitions' wings
You can hear it
If you listen soft and low
Disappearing
The composer's hand in flow
When i was young and fail of grace
All fortes, presto pace
I never thought the end would play
A ritard, a clip, a fade
But it's coming
As the bells through years have pealed
It's becoming
The richer tones concealed
In the summer of love
My song begins my heartbeat sends
The pilgrim sound
And in the autumn she grows
The shadows sown the halflight snows
The fade comes round
Enough beginnings, let the chorus return, let refrains roll round
Let the voices be heard
I will drown inside the sound
In the summer of love
And so we come the final shout
Second chorus, coda, out
I never knew we'd fall to sway
The deepest grooves old records play
But it's coming
As the bells through years have pealed
It's becoming
The richer tones concealed
In the summer of love
My song begins my heartbeat sends
The pilgrim sound
And in the autumn she grows
The shadows sown the halflight snows
The fade comes round
Enough beginnings, let the chorus return, let refrains roll round
Let the voices be heard
I will drown inside the sound
In the summer of love
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At the age of 39 I was leveled
I was disheveled
a broken down shadow
of the man I used to know
Not as strong as I used to be
Feel the ground getting harder beneath my feet
I learned Stories are told
by the light that you show
I know by now I'll never be a shining star
But I'll be damned
if I stay in one place
til I no longer glow
I found love in the weirdest of ways
I found a mask where I can hide my face
I got a job that pays but I can't help but say
that my fortune left me yesterday
When I was a child we put our toys away
but those chests have all just gathered dust
in the attics of the forgotten ones
The rooms where we once played
have all been torn down from years of decay
but please let the memories stay in my mind forever
At the age of 39 I am still swinging
I'm still a bullwhip made of fine leather
that will leave its mark upon you
Not as swift as I was years ago
I don't heal quite as quick as I used to you know
And I have wear upon my engine, but miles left to go
and the songs that I once sang
are now older than my age
so I'll scream and scream until I'm done
and all my lines that were once straight
are now turned in different ways and shapes
But I'll bend them as I go yes I'll bend them as I go
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Spent my teens a happy kid just trying to fit in
Little man w big city dreams
Music got the best of me never any doubt
but something was still missing
Spent my twentys throttling in NYC
Got a band and trying real hard
Rock n roll and freedom were surrounding me
love was the tricky part
Lots of insecurity and spinning around
Falling down and figuring out
Life is full of living if you're open to it
So shout... Hey hey hey
I'm in a groove now
Thirtys come around I met a girl
Changed my whole perspective and rocked my world
Casual at first we found true love
Growing up we made a home for us
Of course you know what's next we had some kids
Wasn't sure itd happen -
Boy it did
Started out with one that led to three
Now we have a family!
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Suuusun - Prime
02:58
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Lick-um-sticks have no appeal anymore
I drink hot water on purpose
But yet I still leave my pajamas on the floor
Chit chat is sometimes superfluous
I see the dawn from the other side now
And it's not so bad
Only divided by one and myself.
Yet I can still add
I'm prime.
Once again.
Am I halfway done Or have I just begun
Where did the grown ups go?
There's so much more I know I don't know anymore
I know you know
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George Smith - 36
03:29
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36
So glad to be 36 you see,
Could've been in the ground at the age of 14
Flew out the back window, a van at 55
Can't complain, 'cause conscious, still alive
Family and friends got me through then
With love like the light of early morning
Glowing like the years stacked end to end
Back to where it all begins
I've loved and lost and loved again
Burned bridges that I couldn't mend
been across the pond and against the wind
And got the best darn folks that I call friends
We make our paths the best way we can
Cold beer, corn liquor and a rock and roll band
To pick a few tunes just for kicks
and that makes a happy man at 36
Close calls have been the occasional norm
But there's usually silver lining at every storm
Last year my heart made its voice be heard
Thought I was too young, yeah that's absurd
The same love then is the same love now
I've got to give it back somehow
Gracious to be here trying to plow
My way through to the next sound
I've loved and lost and loved again
Burned bridges that I couldn't mend
been across the pond and against the wind
And got the best darn folks that I call friends
We make our paths the best way we can
Cold beer, corn liquor and a rock and roll band
To pick a few tunes just for kicks
and that makes a happy man at 36
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Got 100 days 'til I'm middle-aged
Another memory, another dog-eared page
Another man on the street saying "why you gotta act this way"
So I try to remember all the friends I've seen
The things I did & the places I've been
And I write it all down for a song I'll never sing
So I count from 100 to 50
Prepare myself for the downhill slide
I sure hope that you will be with me
Along for the ride
Got 100 days 'til I start the climb
Another memory, I might need a reminder
Another sorry young man going rounds with Father Time
So I pack it all up for the trip ahead
All the things that I'll say, not the things I have said
All the ghosts from the past are just echoes in my head
So I count from 100 to 50
Prepare myself for the downhill slide
I sure hope that you will be with me
Along for the ride
Got 100 days to learn to fly straight
Give it all up, but I think that I'll wait
Another man on the street saying "why you gotta act this way"
So I count from 100 to 50
Prepare myself for the downhill slide
I sure hope that you will be with me
Along for the ride
Along for the ride
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