by Leslie Bricusse
Come with me, and you'll be
In a world of pure imagination
Take a look, and you'll see
Into your imagination
We'll begin with a spin
Traveling in the world of my creation
What we'll see will defy
Explanation
If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Want to change the world?
There's nothing to it
There is no life I know
To compare with pure imagination
Living there you'll be free
If you truly wish to be
Monday, August 29, 2016
Pure Imagination
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Labels: contentment, life
Monday, August 22, 2016
Trading Away
by Mark Linsenmayer
One leads to another
And the passing of days
Not too easily lived through
And then traded away
When you struck out in anger
When you were silent and cold
When you were walking with eyes closed
Where did you think you would go?
One thing led to another
Another led you astray
And you were left where you're standing
With no reason to stay
When you're pushing words at them
They don't believe what you say
Can't you see it in their eyes
As they're backing away?
Twisted up like an oak tree
Standing in open air
It's like you're trapped 'neath something heavy
That's no longer there
I guess you thought you'd have other days
You never knew you were trading away
One thing leads to another
Another leads you astray
And you're left where you're standing
With no reason to stay
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Labels: change, disharmony, life, regret
Thursday, August 18, 2016
Louisiana 1927
by Randy Newman
What has happened down here is the winds have changed
Clouds roll in from the north, and it started to rain
Rained real hard, and it rained for a real long time
Six feet of water in the streets of Evangeline
The river rose all day
The river rose all night
Some people got lost in the flood
Some people got away alright
The river have busted through clear down to Plaquemines
Six feet of water in the streets of Evangeline
Louisiana, Louisiana
They're tyrin' to wash us away
They're tryin' to wash us away
Louisiana, Louisiana
They're tryin' to wash us away
They're tryin' to wash us away
President Coolidge come down in a railroad train
With a little fat man with a note-pad in his hand
The President say, 'Little fat man, isn't it a shame
What the river has done to this poor cracker's land.'
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Labels: anxiety, disharmony, history
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
Here Lies Carl Mays
by Steve Wynn
It's so peaceful here
In the Riverview graveyard
And sometimes it felt that way
Out in the green ballfield
But life can take a turn
Right before your eyes
And you know
You'll never be the same again
Chappie was a favorite son
Called a prince by everyone
But he couldn't hit me a lick
And he'd tell you so
When he squared to bunt again
I submarined it up and in
He was leaning out over the plate
And he just froze
I wasn't trying to hurt anyone
But now it's all so said and done
And I wish that killer pitch never left my hand
It was never far from my mind
But the next year I went 27-9
Hit .343
And we won the Yanks' first flag
Still people didn't like me
Accused me of being on the take in the Series
I pitched three complete games
With an ERA of 1.73
In '28 Ray's wife died
Suspected it was suicide
And the daughter he never saw
Passed in '29
And the very ball I threw that day
Thirty years later it was put into play
Took a bad hop
And smashed some kid in the eye
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Labels: baseball, disharmony, historical, history, loss
Friday, August 5, 2016
I Want to Tell You
by George Harrison
I want to tell you
My head is filled with things to say
When you're here
All those words, they seem to slip away
When I get near you
The games begin to drag me down
It's alright
I'll make you maybe next time around
But if I seem to act unkind
It's only me, it's not my mind
That is confusing things
I want to tell you
I feel hung up but I don't know why
I don't mind
I could wait forever, I've got time
Sometimes I wish I knew you well,
Then I could speak my mind and tell you
Maybe you'd understand
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Monday, August 1, 2016
Some Enchanted Evening
by Oscar Hammerstein II
Some enchanted evening you may see a stranger
You may see a stranger across a crowded room
And somehow you know, you'll know even then
That somewhere you'll see her, again and again
Some enchanted evening someone may be laughing
You may hear her laughing across a crowded room
And night after night, as strange as it seems
The sound of her laughter will sing in your dreams
Who can explain it?
Who can tell you why?
Fools give you reasons
Wise me never try
Some enchanted evening when you find your true love
When you feel her call you across a crowded room
Then fly to her side and make her your own
Or all through your life you may dream all alone
Once you have found her never let her go