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La la, la la la
Back when everything was good
Back when everything was good
When we tumbled and we played
Slumbered in the shade and everything was good
At the rising of the sun
Back when everything was one
And we were lovely, we were la la la la la…
The days and the grass were green and endless
Back when everything was good
We rolled down the hills and laughed ourselves senseless
Back when everything was good.
Nothing was harsh
Nothing was bad
There was no danger, so sinsick sadness
All that we needed was all that we had
Back when everything was good.
We were hungry, we would eat
We were sleepy, we would sleep
Every creature was a friend
Nothing to defend and everything was good
In the softness of the breeze
And the lushness of the trees
And we were lovely, we were la la la la la…
We gave loving names to all that were nameless
Back when everything was good
Surrounded by grace we were perfectly blameless
Back when everything was good
Nothing to judge
Bodies were bare
There were no edges, but clean awareness
All that we wanted was all that we dared
Back when everything was good
In our world, in our dreams
We knew nothing would ever change
Back when everything was free
There was every kind of tree
There was one that was so tall
and it was lovely, it was la la la la la…
We reached out our hands, la la
And received what we asked, la la
Nothing was wrong, nothing untrue
Believing in You then was just so easy,
All that we needed was all that we knew
Back when everything was good.
Laissez-faire, devil-may-care
Back when everything was good.
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Take it Back
04:38
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Wait. I didn’t mean it. Well, not exactly.
I thought the warnings were exaggerated.
Was it fate? A moment of weakness? Well, not exactly.
But your veracity was overrated.
Still not sure I should have settled to endure.
But ‘til you showed me what I didn’t have
You know, I didn’t know I wanted more.
A tiny transgression, a lifetime of regret.
If I hadn’t made that move that day, that move that day,
I’d be in Eden yet.
What I shoulda said, what I shoulda done
Was, “No way,” was run, run, run.
See? The consequences are not exactly
Quite proportionate to my infraction.
Is it me? Or is it repentence? It’s not exactly
Such an equal opposite reaction.
What could go wrong? People do it every day.
Your argument was compelling.
A tiny transgression…
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3. |
Feels Like Forty
03:34
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Bewildered in the wilderness wandering without rest
I guess I’m learning patience, but I’m tired of the lesson
This path goes in circles; lost my trail of crumbs
If I had known how hard this would be, don’t know if I’d have come
Feels like forty (forty days)
Feels like forty (forty nights)
Feels like forty (forty years)
I want, I want, I want something.
There is no turning back; the clock does not rewind
But there should be some purpose here and not this awful grind
Feels like forty…
I’m parched
There’s dust in my throat, sweat’s stinking my eyes,
I must abandon all hope
This ain’t no place for a wayfaring stranger
And I’m a torch
Ands I’m ripe for a light, and the safety is off,
And I’m primed for a fight.
How did I become the one who’s a danger?
Feels like forty…
I want it now.
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Fugue State
02:30
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Glory
03:25
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Mourning 2 Morning
03:48
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Roll Out the Day
03:39
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Roll out the day, roll out the day.
Roll out the day like a big red carpet, it’s an honor just to be here.
Look at all the beautiful faces, I’m in love with everybody I see here.
Let me thank the One whose love has brought me all this way;
Let that love keep filling me so I can live out today
Roll out the day, like a big red carpet today
I’m steppin’ out, gonna bring it my best,
I’m gonna soak up every moment;
I’ll make mistakes, but I won’t let it stress me,
and I won’t just go through the motions.
This is it, today’s the day, for this I was created
It’s the only day we’ve got, it can’t be replicated
Roll out the day like a big red carpet today
Hey, there, sunshine.
You know you have a part here in this place and time;
The party wouldn’t be the same without you here
So lose the fear
Cause the One who’s got you is the One who rolls out the day
Like a big red carpet today.
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8. |
Who Am I Without You?
04:08
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The mountains held me with security
I ran along their summits, slept in their hollows
But I can’t find my way home
Who am I without you?
Where am I if I am not beloved in your eyes?
Let me find myself in you, let me see, let me touch your face again.
I remember some scrap of a melody.
A ghost of lyric beckons, but I can’t follow
And I can’t find my way home.
How can I sing my song in this such a strange land?
I do not have a name or shape in this dislocation.
There is no map, but only stars,
and their light is cold and hard as ice.
Who am I without you…?
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Ingenue
04:27
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She’s perky, she’s spunky, she’s wide-eyed and winsome;
She’s charming, intrepid, and true.
Each comment a curtsey, vivacious, and then some,
And there’s nothing that she could not do.
The doors open wide to the sweet and precocious,
She came to expect every prize.
Then one day she spoke up and nobody noticed,
And she smiled and the sun did not rise.
And this is where the ingénue falters
And this is where the ingénue cries
And this is where the ingénue stumbles
And this is where the ingénue dies.
That Doris Day smile is no longer effective;
The sparkle is stinging her eyes.
And time ticks along as it shifts all perspective,
And it worsens the harder she tries.
And this is where…
The studio sees nothing more
She’s swept up from the cutting room floor
And all that remains is what’s real
All she’s relied on, well, time’s done its thieving
She’s mortal, invisible, wise.
She’s learning to navigate, no time for grieving
And she stands under merciless skies
And this is where the ingénue…flies.
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Everything I thought I knew, I don’t.
Everything I thought I’d do, well, it looks like I won’t,
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11. |
This is Home
05:07
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I know where I am; I recognize the place.
This is who I was before the conversations,
expectations,
before I had a face.
This is what I see when my eyes are closed.
After all the pattered thoughts
fly thunderherd,
all scatter-shot,
when time at last was slowed.
This is home.
This is me.
I am you.
And You are everything.
This is how it breathes, how the Spirit blows.
After all the tumbling knocks,
the slippery slopes,
the stumbling blocks,
I find the gentle flow.
The sky above the clouds, the sea beneath the earth
Even when my eyes are blind,
my ears are deaf,
my clenching mind
will open like a birth.
This is home.
This is me.
I am you.
And You are everything.
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12. |
Apocalypso
04:44
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These are my days not yet a story
Scattered behind me: memento mori
Time is running, time is running, time is running.
Sift through the hours searching for salvage;
What was essential? How much was baggage?
Time is running, time is running, time is running.
Nothing less than apocalypse
Apocalypso, well it all comes down to this: it all comes down.
Shake, shake shaken, day is breakin’, time to waken, unmistaken, ah…
Dies irae or day of pardon?
Will the heart open or will it harden?
Time is running, time is running, time is running.
Weight on the scales, this pile and that one;
Listen, the wind blows, everything scatters
Time is running, time is running, time is running.
Nothing less than apocalypse
Apocalypso, well it all comes down to this: it all comes down.
Shake, shake shaken, day is breakin’, wimte to waken, unmistaken, ah…
It’s the day-o (day-o) The Day o’ Reckoning,
The Day - Misere , misere, mise--- Grace is beckoning
And time is singing, time is laughing, and when the fight is over
The only thing left standing is the love, love, love, love
Only thing left standing is the love, love, love, love
Time is singing, time is laughing, love, love, love, love,
Time is singing, time is laughing, love, love, love, love,
Let this be my epitaph: Forgiveness is everything.
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Tracy Keenan Columbus, Ohio
Singer/songwriter, Presbyterian minister, and lover of all kinds of music, Tracy has been writing and making music in a range of venues for years. She believes the line between the sacred and the secular is only an illusion.
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