Circles

Spinning, spinning, round and round, 

if you don't take a breath, you may as well drown.

Spinning, spinning, sight to be seen,

caught in the nightmare, chasing down the dream.

Running, running, won't take long,

if you don't say much, you'll always be wrong.

Running, running, fighting the frown,

if you won't stand up you can't sit down.

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Circles surround us

Feelings compound us

Circles around us

It's a feeling around us.

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Spinning, spinning, round and round,

if you've never been lost, you won't be found.

Spinning, spinning, try to break free,

you're never gonna look if you don't wanna see.

Singing, singing, get it out loud,

if you can't be good, you gotta be proud.

Singing, singing, try to be heard,

if it can't be taught, it won't be learned.

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Circles surround us

Feelings compound us

Circles around us

It's a feeling around us.

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Spinning, spinning, round and round,

if you can't stop it now, it won't slow down.

Spinning, spinning, sight to be seen,

caught in the nightmare, chasing down the dream.

Love for Sale

I've got a product that's un-compared,

the finest of items, no detail spared.

I worked real hard to get it right

and I just know it'll be love at sight.

That's right! (that's right)

It's something new,

custom crafted and just for you.

It ain't too pricey and it works just fine,

so dial on up and stay on the line.

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and you can have my heart for three easy payments of

three-thirty-three.

and if you call right now and leave your name

well,

the shipping is free.

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So listen here baby, got a deal for you:

genuine love known through and through.

So turn up the volume on Q-V-C,

'cause we've got the deal of the cent-tur-y.

That's right! (that's right)

I've got love for sale!

Shipped to your door in the U.S. mail.

So dial up now and get checkbook out

and I'll show you right here what I'm talkin' bout.

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and you can have my heart for three easy payments of

three-thirty-three.

and if you call right now and leave your name

well,

the shipping is free.

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I ain't got reviews or shiny stars,

but I can boot-scootin-boogie at all the bars.

So put them blue jeans on and grab a hat

and we'll show this town just where it's at.

That's right! (that's right)

We'll burn it down!

Most happening couple that hit this town.

So find ten bucks and swing on by

come on now baby, don't be shy.

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And I can tell you now

I've sold a few,

and it hasn't always gone

like I wanted to.

But if you've got just 10 bucks -

well I can swing on by and... 

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You can have my heart for three easy payments of

three-thirty-three.

And if you call right now and leave your name

well,

the shipping is free.

And for the low low price of three-thirty-three

well,

you can have me.

$12 Beers

There's a peace in the country

that I'd come to know.

Where the trees are all dancers

that swing to and fro.

But I'm dancing alone

at the end of my line.

and I'm swirled and I'm swallowed

by the big city times.

and I don't know

how much longer

I can make it

'round here,

because life in the city

is twelve dollar beers.

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I told her I loved her

but she turned me away.

She was wild and free

and her heart would not sway.

'bout time for leavin'

but I can't find my bags.

and these high country clothes

feel like big city rags.

and I don't know

how much longer

I can make it

'round here,

because life in the city

is twelve dollar beers.

and I sit on this barstool

drowning my fears.

Broke down and busted

on twelve dollar beers.

Cracks to Crumbles

Breaks to cracks, cracks to crumbles,

forced to a knee and then to a tumble.

A crack is a wound, one to the core

and I'm not so sure I can take it no more.

Breaks to cracks and cracks that shatter,

straining and searching for why it all matters.

Like running in sand this endeavor endeavors 

to the lowest of pains and the highest of pleasures.

Cameos

Breakfast is more bitter when you're toasting with a light,

smoke another cigarette and think about the night.

the beers were chased with whiskey shots,

 the wine was chased with rum

and fool a fool to thinking that he's gonna have some fun.

How the time it seemed to fly on by, when we all shared drink and song,

but fewer than there used to be know how to sing along.

The friendship there was never spared,

but I stumble home alone.

I sit in stare in such despair at a wholly silent phone.

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In every time I've smiled, straining through the pain 

the happiness is fleeting, like cameos in the rain.

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I go about the daily chores, put away the frown,

Kris would say in such a way 'Sunday Morning Coming Down'.

But the sun its still out shining

and the birds chirp free and proud,

I have my dog beside me and there's beauty all around.

I've put away the cigarettes and learned to see to see.

I've put away the whiskey shots and really learned to be.

And just when I least expect you

you found me where I hide.

You've brought light out to my shadows when you stepped out to my side.

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In every time I've smiled, straining through the pain 

you come and sit beside me, like shelter from the rain.

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The hills seem so much smaller now, hiking them with you

solo songs more somber now that I've heard them sung with two.

And every day is a note we play

in a song we write together.

In a single night, I'm lost in time and I wish it'd be forever.

Will this stand the test of time or slowly fade away?

Will I falter in my love for you or lose the words to say?

I don't know what's next for us,

but I believe in you and me.

The sun is shining with us and I'm finally feeling free.

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In every time we're crying, like all our days are done.

the sadness there is fleeting, like cameos in the sun.

the sadness there is fleeting, like cameos in the sun.

Waves of Change

Life's like a river with a start and an end

with sinuous curves that cut at each bend.

Twisting and flowing it floods and it swells

and in every such journey is dry for a spell.

Life's like a river in its constant of change

though we may dam it, drain it, deprive it of rain.

Yet the river flows on through sand and through clay

change stops for no man, no woman, no day.

till the river moves slowly to its grand finale

the culmination of a great journey surrounding;

the rocks and gravel, the drifting debris

are but parts of this journey - they're you and they're me.

but love does not travel this river like us,

it goes much past our journey transcending the fuss.

Love is the sea that each river meets

and the bonds that we've built it eternally greets.

Though it waves never ending it's always been there

connecting our lives through this love that it shares.

Today we see change for both of these two

but the love that they hold will always be true.

Though we live our lives in the river's domain

the love that we find shall forever remain.

Both the waves and curves hold the constant of change

but the ocean is constant in the love it retains.

Wisdom to Perceive

Mystic mountains mesmerize the mushroom men all made of makers

widdling and whistling their worth of wisdom gone away.

The elves and orcs and fairytales all melt their minds like baker's clay

but the battles of the forgone years are myths or so they say.

Mysteries of memories make martyrs of the masterpiece

left pondering and posturing a life all built on coal.

The runnin' gun and promised son are notches on a totem pole

the mile runs,  trips round the sun, still Sonny caught his toll.

And as the light rose o'er the mountain

the meaning you receive.

In every bit of jumbled nonsense 

is wisdom to perceive.

Arrows fly and tears are cried a dance of demons compromised

cordoning and bordering the lines carved in the sand.

The picturesque, the quite grotesque, are just the wrongs of a right hand.

and to the left, the sun is set, the tiny planes begin to land.

Eyes of caves and tears of slaves are fountains falling for our father's

suffering and sputtering excuses of our times.

 The cowboy grin that stinks of gin and boots still laced in grime

are borne and battled, shook and raddled, and quaking to the spine.

And as the light shone o'er the mountain

the meaning you receive.

In every bit of jumbled nonsense 

is wisdom to perceive.

A bird in flight,

a lonesome night,

a boxer struggles through a fight.

A string untied,

a lover lied,

wasted wanting up and died.

A link or two,

a solemn cue,

and a subtle nod of what to do.

The summit and the peak.

And as the light set o'er the mountain

the meaning you receive.

In every bit of jumbled nonsense 

is wisdom to perceive.