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Summer Sun
02:44
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It's June, school's over
the lilacs have passed.
The pollen's gone from our windshield
spring blitzed by fast.
The sprinkler sprouted cobwebs
I'm clearing them away.
I'm ready for the summer sun
today.
O, Summer Sun!
C'mon, begin!
Bleach my hair!
Brown my skin!
O, Summer Sun,
winter was so gray --
I'm ready for your warm embrace
today.
Picnic at the ocean
dig a pit into the sand.
Roast a pack of hotdogs
scrape the marshmallow from my hands.
I'm sweating like a can of beer
pulled from the cooler's ice.
But don't you hide behind the clouds
I'll gladly pay your price
O, Summer Sun!
C'mon, begin!
Bleach my hair!
Brown my skin!
O, Summer Sun,
winter was so gray --
I'm ready for your warm embrace
today.
Fall is cozy
when leaves turn gold
and wood-smoke perfumes the air.
But I'm not done
with your marathon days
and the canopy of green full-leaf trees.
O, Summer Sun!
C'mon, begin!
Bleach my hair!
Brown my skin!
O, Summer Sun,
winter was so gray --
I'm ready for your warm embrace,
come on down and kiss my face,
brighten up this somber place,
yeah I'm ready for your warm embrace
today.
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Look at the boy
in the northwest corner of this fair land we love.
Fast by the islands and whales
walking the tree-lined trails.
He looks to the sky
and he picks a star to steer himself by.
Someday I'm gonna stretch my legs, I'm gonna
gallop all of this earth.
Now look at the girl
from the southern plains and the valley of horses.
In the shadow of the great big mountain
she has lived her whole life.
But she's got a plan
one step at a time and she will make her way out.
Every season will have its time
she's got her feet on the ground.
But his ocean dreams
and her backyard plans
they jostle and join together like
the joining of hands.
He travels south
and she makes her way northward, arriving
at the city of the sparkling spire
that points the way to the future.
She likes the laugh
that curls from the corner of his mouth and lands on hers.
He likes the shining level water
resting in her eyes.
But his ocean dreams
and her backyard plans
they jostle and join together like
the joining of hands.
She wants to patch
the missing pieces in the tottering fences.
He wants to catch a crop of stars
falling in an open field.
He is on fire
when a phrase leaps out from a new book he's reading.
She gets a smile when she coaxes growth
from a stubborn seedling.
But his ocean dreams
and her backyard plans
they jostle and join together like
the joining of hands.
How far will they go?
Well no one knows,
no one knows.
But look at them go
again.
He flies too close
to the sun sometimes and he gets a little burned.
She keeps her nose to the grindstone
and sometimes her eyes get blurred.
He catches sight
of a passing train that carries all their tomorrows.
She catches light in a vase
she picked out for the mantel this fall.
But his ocean dreams
and her backyard plans
they jostle and join together like
the joining of hands.
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When I get to the Dakotas I will claim a spot our own
I will cut the sod and stack it up into a little home
I will wait for you my dear, on the wagon road
As the wind begins to blow
I will wake at dawn and hitch the horse to my brother's iron plow
I will cast the corn into the trench behind the oaken boughs
I will chase the birds away, and pray the rain will show
As the wind begins to blow
I will buy us books in winter time and read by candle light
Daniel Webster and Mark Twain to learn our children right
I will keep the fire high, when the shadows grow
As the wind begins to blow
Then grasshoppers grew and chewed our profits down to bits
The price of grain sagged in the east, my back sagged in the west
With your hand in mine you pressed me, how much further can we go?
As the wind begins to blow.
I will pack your china plate with straw in a fresh-cut cedar box
We will ride the train rails running west till we spy the golden docks
We will wait for our ship there, the edge of Francisco
As the wind begins to blow
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Closer to the Sun
03:36
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My father's father's tongue was sharp
a twisted barb of rusted iron.
He tore my father's tender flesh
and laughed to watch him squirm.
My father smote that wicked blade
into a flat and shining rod.
He swung that rod when he feared
my ways would lead to harm.
The apple falls close to the tree
the tragic pull of gravity
but I know it can grow
a branch reaching closer to the sun.
Closer to the sun
closer to the sun
I wrapped that rod in a woolen weave
to spare my son's soft scalp.
But he still feels the sting of rage
when the iron presses out.
And if my son should have a son
I hope he leaves that rod behind.
And only speak soft words of love
to a new and innocent child.
The apple falls close to the tree
the tragic pull of gravity
but I know it can grow
a branch reaching closer to the sun.
Closer to the sun
closer to the sun
We all wanna grow closer to the sun
we want our kids to grow closer to the sun
we all wanna grow closer to the sun
we want our kids to grow
Closer to the sun
closer to the sun
closer to the sun
we all wanna grow
we all wanna grow
we want our kids to grow
closer to the sun
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5. |
Cry, Sky, Cry
01:57
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Sun slaps Sky
turns a bright red
deepens into purple now that Sun has fled.
Sky can't bare
to be all alone
creaking and leaking a whistling moan.
Cry, Sky, cry
cry, Sky, cry
when I see the sunset
I know I'm gonna die
I know I'm gonna die
Moon climbs up
sees Sky's frown
'Why, I don't see a single silver cloud around.'
But Sky don't hear
or he wants to ignore
hissing while missing that shining shore.
Cry, Sky, cry
cry, Sky, cry
when I see the sunset
I know I'm gonna die
I know I'm gonna die
Moon goes to bed
Stars turn on
winking and blinking their billion-year-old song.
But Sky don't see
the flickering lights
cursing the long and pitiless night.
Cry, Sky, cry
cry, Sky, cry
when I see the sunset
I know I'm gonna die
I know I'm gonna die
Stars wink away
roosters crow
calling forth a new dawn's rosy glow.
Sun smiles wide
to Sky's delight
bathing all the earth in a golden light.
Cry, Sky, cry
cry, Sky, cry
when I see the sunrise
I know that I'm alive
I know that I'm alive
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Guru
05:35
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I know why you're unhappy
know why you're so upset.
I know why you keep rehearsing
all you wish you could forget.
I can show you why you suffer
I can draw your map of pain.
I will trace you the solution
how to exit from the game.
I'm your guru
I am the answer you've been looking for.
I'm your guru
I am the key that opens every door.
You can try to go without me
but you know exactly where that leads;
I'm your guru --
I'm the only one you need.
Don't listen to the haters
they've got poison on the brain.
They fester with their worries
and want you to do the same.
They only know how to demolish
but what I've built is gonna last.
You just have to learn to follow
turn your back on your past.
I'm your guru
I am the answer you've been looking for.
I'm your guru
I am the key that opens every door.
You can try to go without me
but you know exactly where that leads;
I'm your guru --
I'm the only one you need.
The time for scrutiny is over
lay all your doubts aside.
Only the faithful can follow
to refuse is stubborn suicide.
I'm your guru
I am the answer you've been looking for.
I'm your guru
I am the key that opens every door.
You can try to go without me
but you know exactly where that leads;
I'm your guru --
I'm the only one you need.
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Starter Wife
03:11
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Every man should get himself a starter wife
to keep the home fires burning as he starts in life.
And when he gets that brass ring shining on his hand
it's time to cut a check and plant his flag on greener land.
If you're not trading up
you're just going down.
You can be the king
Or you're gonna be the clown.
I ain't nobody's fool
I can call 'em as they come
I don't need your Golden Rule
on this earth my will be done.
I'm loving how I'm living my best life--
And all because I started strong
with a starter wife.
Ever since I was a boy I was taught life is a test
to see which one comes out on top and looks down on the rest.
That's why I keep one eye out for the next best thing
as soon as I am satisfied I'm on to my next fling
If you're not trading up
you're just going down.
You can be the king
Or you're gonna be the clown.
I ain't nobody's fool
I can call 'em as they come
I don't need your Golden Rule
on this earth my will be done.
I'm loving how I'm living my best life--
And all because I started strong
with a starter wife.
You may call me selfish
I call that sour grapes
You would do the same as me
if you had what it takes.
And I got what it takes.
I don't need your Golden Rule
I don't need your Golden Rule
I don't need your Golden Rule
I'm loving how I'm living my best life--
And all because I started strong
with a starter wife.
I set myself up for success
when I got a starter wife.
And you keep your eye on the road ahead
when you start with a starter wife.
So I hardly ever think of her
my discarded starter wife.
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8. |
True Blue
03:58
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You said I'd never be facing these demons alone
so why am I here on my
only a beauty can break through defenses hard won,
and hold you back up to the
Someday I'll grow up and learn happy endings don't come
just 'cause you've got nothing to
losing you won't make me better, 'cause here I am
waiting on miracles, won't someone give me some
True blue
true blue
My therapist's grinning, 'cause he thinks I'm winning the war
against these illusions that
living inside my head won't bring me back the dead
I'm still stuck here to face each new
Daylight we can't find and anguish we don't mind
will fall thick as wet snow in early December
remember I'm falling and calling
you don't care that I'm full of the last words
you poured on me so I need
True blue
true blue
After the rain falls
after the ash lands
I won't be seen for days
I hope you can understand
I lack for nothing, my crayon box is stuffed to the gills
I'm rolling in riches
is this how the story ends, with us remaining friends
I can't bear to watch that kind of
Show me a way to be sorry I gave you my heart
as little as it turned out to
because I'll take lonely if that is the only way
I can keep memories of when we knew love close to
True blue
true blue
true blue
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He was roaring like a rocket
giddy, heaven-bound
when the first frost of failure
sent him crashing to the ground.
Now he paces in the courtyard
staring at the sky
watching all the young birds
fly by.
Spring blooms into summer heat
summer fades to ice
winter melts and the rivers flood
every season pays a price.
He shouldered many burdens
worked his fingers raw
he labored in the winter
to be ready for the thaw.
Now he reaps his harvest
brews beer from the grain
but he leaves the feasting early
to wander in the rain.
Spring blooms into summer heat
summer fades to ice
winter melts and the rivers flood
every season pays a price.
He was such a bright boy
but he dimmed along the way
but now he finds as the night falls
the stars come out to play
His hair turned white as cotton
he lost his iron grip
so he traded in his plow-horse
for passage on a ship.
Now he learns to read the water
how to smell a storm
he takes his meals in the open
a little sunburn keeps him warm.
Spring blooms into summer heat
summer fades to ice
winter melts and the rivers flood
every season pays a price.
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10. |
Someday
04:09
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Someday
when I am old
when my back is bent
and I'm always cold
I will reach for you, my dear.
Someday
when the nights are long
when my sleep is short
and the ache is strong
I will reach for you, my dear.
But you won't be here.
Someday
when the kids are grown
when they've paired off
to make their homes
I will reach for you, my dear.
Someday
when cherubs flie
when I lift them up
and I see your eyes
I will reach for you, my dear.
But you won't be here.
Was it really only seven years
that I had you next to me?
It seemed like one eternal day
And so it would always be.
Someday
when it's my time
when they gather close
to repeat my rhymes
I will reach for you, my dear.
Someday
when my thoughts slow
when the world fades
and I let go
I will reach for you, my dear.
and I will feel you near.
I will feel you near.
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Scott McKinstry Edmonds, Washington
Scott McKinstry is a singer-songwriter living in the Pacific Northwest.
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