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now is when
02:55
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Restless and wondering, your traveling mind
Flighting through space and time, your mind will leave you behind.
Nothing contains it, your traveling mind.
Now is when and always there; no way back from every -
Where are you going? What will you find?
Will there be peace and joy and clearness of mind?
Who will go with you? Don’t travel alone.
Now is when and always there; no way back from everywhere.
[instrumental solo]
Where did you come from? And why this disguise?
Where did you learn these ways of pain and darkness and lies?
No one is with you; you know you’re alone.
Now is when and always there; no way back from everywhere.
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Bionic Eyes
06:12
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I see what’s coming with my bionic eyes.
Not a pretty picture, but I won’t be surprised.
Long way, now to then. Time gets shorter through the lens
of my bionic eyes.
I see right through them with my X-ray-ted eyes.
Not a pretty picture, I see through their disguises.
Tailored suits, silken ties; slippery truths, shady lies
through my bionic eyes.
Seeing is believing, but you can’t believe your eyes.
What you see is not what you get,
and you have seen nothing yet.
[instrumental solo]
I see a perfect vision behind bionic eyes:
a genuine utopia, behind bionic eyes.
Everything is natural, everything is one:
All creation under the sun.
Everything is now, everything is one
through my bionic eyes.
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3. |
Pandemic Time
02:25
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We shelter in our places. “Sacred spaces”.
’til the bell curve falls to Earth.
We’ll sing and play together. “Stormy Weather”.
When the bell curve falls to Earth.
The past is so familiar: the comfort that we crave.
But set aside nostalgic schemes: the past is not retrievable.
The future — so inviting: something new to know.
But keep your social distance: the future is not predictable.
Is it Pandemic Time forever? “The 12th of Never”. “Well did you ever?”
Will the bell curve down to Earth?
It takes some time for the light to reach our eyes.
The present arrives in the dark.
Will the bell curve back
If the bell curves back
When the bell curve falls
Let the bell curve fall to Earth.
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What They Sell
03:54
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The truth is what will set you free:
a salient truth for thee and me.
But men in the towers in full disguise
Deal the game from a pack of lies.
What they sell serves them well.
Do what you want others to do:
this rule is gold and true.
But those who worship the bottom line
braze up rules that do not shine.
What they sell serves them well.
I want to go back to my animal life;
deal with only a natural strife.
Want to live in a natural way;
dwell in the glory of each new day.
Lean to make all things new
Alter your thoughts: whole new view.
But margins of gain seem quite sublime
Status quo is the best of times.
What they sell serves them well.
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They don’t care about fame or glory; they’re not looking for infamy.
Publicity is a real distraction: it only gets in the way — to your money.
They don’t feel any shame or sorrow; they have no time of empathy.
What’s the use of those guilty feelings? They only get in the way — to your money.
What will they do with all that money? Think of what money can buy:
houses, yachts and limousines; that sparkling Trophy by your side.
They don’t care much for regulations. They don’t like those restraints on trade.
Laissez-Faire is the perfect fairway. Regs only get in the way — to your money.
What will they do with all that money? Think of what money can buy:
a place at the table where the deals are made;
share in the take of the diamond arcade;
your own private jet with its own private john;
helicopter pad in the breadth of your lawn;
when hedge fund assets hang by a thread;
your IPO arrives half-dead;
you need a little tweak in the rules of trade;
buy a politician in the campaign arcade!
[instrumental solo]
What do they think of this song I’m singing?
It won’t play on the radio.
Songs like this in high rotation
just might get in the way —
you know what I’m going to say —
it could get in the way — to your money.
It’s their money now, honey.
It was your money.
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This Is Your Life
04:25
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Slow down your life. Stop: think it over for a while.
Why do you fight with the tide? Flow like a river to the
wide reaching arms and the heart of the sea.
This is your life. These are the moments of your time.
Or maybe it’s not your life. We are the moments in the
vast, sweeping tide of the great sea of love.
Look to your mind. Find the still place inside.
There may you find universal mind.
All things are real. All things are moving and alive. Or maybe
nothing is real: all an expression of the wild, dreaming mind
at the heart of the world.
[instrumental solo]
Look to your mind. Find the still place inside.
There may you find universal mind.
All things are real. All things are moving and alive. Or maybe
nothing is real: all an expression of the wild, dreaming mind
at the heart of the world.
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7. |
You Say
03:28
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You say. You say.
It will not stay the way you feel today. The light of hope within will show the way.
Stars will wake the light in your eyes. And everything will be just fine.
You say. You say.
Those hurts and pains will surely fade away. New pathways will reveal a brand new day.
Time is your friend. Time’s on your side. All of this will end, you’ll see.
I say:
Easy for you to go on about change, prattle prattle on from your overstuffed chair.
You don’t know how it feels to be me! You don’t wake in a well of despair.
You pace to and fro in those shoes I don’t wear.
You say. You say.
The Earth is not so fragile as they say. The Earth has warmed and cooled since dawn of days.
And if it should be true, our leaders will come through. Industry will save the day.
You say. You say.
The times are not so dire as people say. This virus thing is vastly overblown.
Our will is strong; we always find a way: Celebrate a brand new day.
I say:
Why should I trust these fabricated views? Science tells the truth; have you not heard?
Do you know what you’ve done to the Earth? You don’t even know what you’ve done to our world. You’re so attached to your money machine. Jetting in an driding in your black limousine.
You say. You say.
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Wake up! The dream is over. Give up! We’ve got your number. Get Out! and face your future
in your chosen place of exile:
St. Helena, San Clemente, sunny Mar a Lago.
History books, encyclopedias: you will live in infamy.
Stand up! Face the music. Shut up! Hear the verdict. Get out! and take it with you
to your chosen place of exile:
St. Helena, San Clemente, sunny Mar a Lago.
History books, encyclopedias: you will live in infamy.
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9. |
I Just Can't Sleep
03:44
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I just can’t sleep. This song keeps burning in my mind tonight.
And the tune repeats; but the words keep drifting like the wind in the night.
On, a somnambulist strain, and it spins in my brain, ’til the final refrain
but I just can’t sleep.
I still can’t sleep. The words keep drumming in my heart tonight.
It’s the moon’s heart beat: a heart-felt rhythm like the blues in the night.
The bass drum beats; my mind repeats; the moonlight speaks.
so I just can’t sleep.
The stars, the stars, and a million guitars. The Earth trades phrases with Mars.
Saturn does a dance; Venus takes a chance.
All the universe sings; it’s a heart-rending thing and I
still can’t sleep. It’s your eyes are shining in my sky tonight.
and the words you speak: like the tall winds dancing in the pines in the night. You say
now we’re more than just friends; and this love never ends; and it heals and it mends.
so I just can’t sleep.
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10. |
Hearts & Changes
04:24
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Tears and regrets: hidden in our hearts.
words we didn’t mean to, deeds we didn’t do.
Laughter and love: brimming in our hearts.
Ever to remember, never to forget.
All these memories, woven into our hearts
Tender moments, living on in our hearts
All our lifetime, they reside in our hearts
Woven into, always living, still in our hearts.
[instrumental segue]
The words of this song change from day to day.
Monday maybe sunny; Tuesday, maybe rain.
The moon sheds some light. Then she fades away —
working through her phases, changing day to day
You know nothing ever stays the same
changes are the natural way.
Don’t try put your life on hold.
Quietly relentlessly the years will unfold.
[instrumental solo]
You look to the stars, scanning ancient light.
Capricorn ascending: Gemini delight.
But nothing is known: nothing but the names.
Astrologic logic is a complicated game.
You know nothing ever stays the same
changes are the natural way.
Don’t try put your life on hold.
Quietly relentlessly the years will unfold.
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11. |
Song Parade
03:12
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How many words? How many rhymes? How many melodies? How many
times we’ve staged a Song Parade, all these years we have played together?
Some of them blue. Some of them jasmine-hued. Colors of rustling leaves. How many
shades of song, like skeins of yarn, we have spun, all these years together?
Now here you are fronting up a real live band. Real live drummer and the guitar man!
I’m just sitting on my keyboards stool: drinking it all in.
I wrote a few songs. I just want to say. Thank you for singing them. The wonderful
way you sing, your style and grace, the way you weave these strands of song together.
This song for you: it’s overdue. I hope these wistful words will do.
For all your heart and all your art: this song for you.
[instrumental solo]
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12. |
Take Today
07:09
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The past is not dead; it’s not even past. That’s what Faulkner said.
The future’s unclear though it’s already here. That’s what Hawking said.
And every day is all of your days. That’s what someone said. Take today.
Time is a spiral unwinding in space. A long distance runner, running in place.
A memory of childhood: a smile and a glance. The band playing softly: the weddings last dance.
And time slips away, yearns to return. Time is a fire — eternally burns. Time is
Dali’s clock melting away; a man out at sea — see Hemingway.
The moon stands still on Cole Porter’s hill. The night is chill; the night stands still.
Take today until tomorrow. Take today: joy and sorrow.
Take today, take it, make it, make the best day every day.
[instrumental solo]
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Patrick Pesek-Herriges/Take2Day Menomonie, Wisconsin
Take2Day is an ensemble of seasoned musicians -- veterans of stage and "pit" bands, and of varied ensembles -- based in Menomonie, Wisconsin
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