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Late at night he scratched his head and wondered what they’d say. Sleep don’t come, he heard the dead sing 50 shades of gray.
Certain persons, certain verses filled his mind like notes left on a tray.
(And) he was seeking equilibrium. (But) all he found was namaste. (When) he really needs a miracle, something’s getting in the way.
Powerball, one number short, your luck just doesn’t change.
Feel a fall unlike a sport, it shouldn’t be that strange.
Certain muses, certain ruses as you sigh it’s just a dream away.
And you were seeking equilibrium. (But) all you found was namaste. When you really need a miracle, something’s getting in the way.
I’m dreaming; maybe not. I’m freezing; maybe hot.
The difference may be wrong. Going strong, indifference growing strong.
Late again but here I am and better now than not.
Could I bend and would I break and can I take a shot.
Certain faces, certain phases (and) Shakespeare’s chorus pointing out the way.
(And) I’ve been seeking equilibrium. (But) all I find is namaste.
And I think I’m overthinking it. Something’s getting in the way.
(But) I think I need a miracle. (And) all I find is namaste.
When I’m seeking equilibrium, something’s always in the way.
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Wind And Leaves
02:54
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Wind and leaves blowing over me.
Wind and time coming through.
Sitting here, I watch the colors drain.
All I see is wind and leaves.
Days are short but time is long.
The sun is dim, and so am I.
Listening for you coming through that door.
But all I see is wind and leaves.
Waiting here and I fantasize
touching you and I’m alive.
All I wanted darling is your love to
lift me up, like wind ’n leaves, anon.
When you’re gone, I fall down on my knees.
Hearing voices disagree (and)
on the floor, I grasp at fading rays.
But all I got is wind and leaves.
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The Screen Door
03:38
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When the screen door slams I’ll be out that door for good
When the screen door slams I ain’t out back chopping wood
It’s been far too long since we’ve had peace
No matter what I do you scream and it don’t cease
When the screen door slams
When we built this home I said “babe It’s just for us”
When we laid the stone we were new and full of trust
Then the thunder came and the roof it leaked
The dog went lame had to put him down that week
When we built this home
With everything to live for things began to die
And if the end is nearing we’re still the fools who tried
When I call on God and promise I will change
When I call on God belief seems mighty strange
It’s been far too long since we’ve known peace
No matter what we do we make a mess of things
When I call on God
And if the end is nearing am I a fool to try
When the screen door slams I’ll be out that door for good
I’ll be out that door for good… I’ll be out that door for good…
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Well dance Malinda, just swing that thing. You make me sing Malinda. Yeah dance Malinda. You swing that thing. That makes me sing, Malinda.
When you take the room, I don’t see no one else.
Like a smoldering diva to a miner’s son you look so hot.
Well dance, Malinda. Just swing that thing. Don’t need no ring, Malinda.
Coming down the road you sure mean business.
You’re so phat and gritty in the back of your truck you make me roar.
The way you move all night you do mean business. But when you’re wearing your troubles in a flatbed load you still look hot.
Well dance, Malinda. Just swing that thing. You make me sing Malinda.
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Not Far Away
02:52
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As the night falls around me and the light of the day fades away,
I feel the light of your song and I’m not far away.
In the dreams visiting me, I see you and I hear what you say
And it seems that I really haven’t gone away.
I remember what you always told me:
stop and listen, and keep it right here.
And the wonder abounds; let it hold me.
You’re around – you are near.
In a storm, like a movie, time is still and then shines a light ray.
I am warm in your song and I’m not far away.
I remember how much you are in me.
Think about just how much I love you.
And the time doesn’t ever seem lonely.
Every sound and motion is you.
As the night falls around me and the light of the day fades away,
I feel the light of your song and I’m not far away.
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Writing On The Wall
04:22
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I see the writing on the wall.
A clear message, speaks about the fall.
What might have been may not occur at all.
It makes no difference no matter where you are.
A clear song beckons; one you can’t ignore.
Silent witness; silence to the core.
A tick in time, grapes on the vine, vintage wine takes time.
Eyes straight ahead, don’t look around
Stay course is what they said.
A world divided is a recipe for war.
Has it been decided? Have we shut the door?
Or will we hear the writing the wall?
The clearest message: a message for us all.
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Assassin For Hire
04:24
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Keeping your thoughts above the fray; untroubled by the day by day.
The sky’s the limit. You know no limits.
No limit on a messenger of fate.
Promotion, devotion, commotion and emotion;
intention, extension, contention, then suspension.
Silently speak your mind. No clues are left behind for them to find.
Turn out the light. Assassin for hire!
You’re out of sight. Assassin for hire!
You got it right! Assassin for hire! [
Living on the edge, so real. Nobody would think that you can feel. Don’t wait to do it. What sees you through it.
Trigger finger; no chance for an appeal.
Confident, innocent, entitlement, establishment;
conspiracy and tyranny, anxiety; insanity.
In darkness you’re all eyes. Single purpose - no compromise.
You got it right! Assassin for hire! etc.
Courageous, contagious, audacious and outrageous;
submittal (a riddle); a capital acquittal.
A contract and a loaded gun;
you’re gone before they know you’re done.
You got it right! Assassin for hire! etc.
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I Have You Behind Me
03:33
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I like the night. You can light me a candle.
You want to fight, (I'll) give you all you can handle.
I haven't a care. I can strut down the street.
Whenever you're there, I know I'll land on my feet,
Because I have you behind me.
You know your eyes melt me, falling deep into blue.
There's no device can help me. It's not fair but it's true.
Move to the sounds - pulse of the heat; fire playing the beat.
With you around, there's no defeat; sparks and fantasies meet.
I like the night. You can light me a candle.
You want to fight, (I'll) give you all you can handle.
I haven't a care. I can strut down the street.
Whenever you're there, I know I'll land on my feet,
Because I have you behind me.
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Too Fast To Pray
03:25
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The sun is up. The sun is down. It’s just another day.
I haven’t had time to think, or the time to pray.
I work the phone, drive my car, try staying in the lane.
The days fly by so fast. Is there anything to gain?
Is the Lord Almighty watching me? Will he answer my call?
Does he know I still love him? He hears nothing at all?
Out the door. Race the clock. No time to say good byes.
Shadows climbing over me. I often wonder why.
In the din of the day, hidden in the crowds,
I swear I hear the voice of G-d tells me to slow down.
No reason to hide. Reach deep down inside. His spirit will always be there. When I just let it go everything flows.
Crack of dawn, dew in the field, beginning of the day.
A chance for a fresh new start, is there any other way?
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[Stephen Greenberg and George Pultz; pultzongs BMI].
Desert, wind and lightning hold the night tucked between us.
The vastness there is freedom to vanish the reigns, vanish the stains, vanish our tracks.
The shadow of the city at our backs, outside the fortress watchmen find reasons that influence treasonous acts.
Laws were made for cheaters. I have seen them stand securely.
As we ride out of the silence of so many states, through so many gates and so many walls,
somewhere I think I hear the fall of safety in numbers and weak wills colliding and not deciding at all.
Living on the outside of the law. Trying to see if we can steal away. Living on the outside of the law. Trying to stay free another day.
Flashing hooves like pistons found a wildcat uncoiled.
With quick sporadic motions to conquer the plight, conquer the night, conquer the foe,
the stallion struck a glancing blow. The cat recoiled, its intentions disrupting; but not corrupting the flow.
The aging walls are heavy that held our destinations.
They forced us to find new roads to salvage our youth, salvage our truth, salvage our tears.
The laws that bind them are here. The law that guides us is far in the distance; so our resistance is clear.
Living on the outside of the law. Trying to see if we can steal away. Living on the outside of the law. Trying to stay free another day.
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11. |
Rivers Flow
05:26
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Oh I wonder. Feel the thunder. Hear the storm.
And all the changes life rearranges, and hearts get torn.
And all the time it takes to find a way to mend.
Rivers flow just like they know what’s at the end.
There comes a time you must decide to take a chance.
Afraid of trying, losing, crying; a lonely (an only) dance.
You could get lost, too high a cost, without a friend.
But rivers flow just like they know what’s at the end.
What you’ve given me, and what I’ve taken,
witness seasons come and go.
Sometimes living free and sometimes quite mistaken,
it’s not the reaching, it’s the journey to (reaching for) the goal.
Our rivers ran together, our layered rivers, running, rapids, whirlpools. Emotions ran untethered, like layered rivers, running, rapids, whirlpools. Our spirits ran together, as layered rivers, running, rapids.
Sometimes flood-stage tributaries branching off.
Times and seasons, and history, you start to mend.
You find some reasons in long journeys. Time is a friend.
You feel that you will never lose your way again,
‘cause rivers flow just like they know what’s at the end.
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Side Street Boston, Massachusetts
Bob Littman: Mandolin,Violin & Vocals. Along with George, a charter member of The Maple Street Project. Currently plays
with Roaring Jelly & area Celtic ensembles.
Eric Luskin: Guitar, bass & Vocals. Joined The Maple Street Project as the bass player because... who needs 3 guitars in a folk band?
George Pultz: Guitar & Vocals.
Performed with Bob in the late seventies in an acoustic duo.
... more
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