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1. |
Where It Gets Exciting
03:34
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I’m a little bit out of my depth
Struggling just to keep my breath.
I can’t quite touch the bottom…I’m
Just keepin’ my head above the waterline.
And I’m right where I need to be
To up my game, fight complacency.
In the deep end, there’s no hiding:
This is where it gets exciting.
Oh, Oh, Oh, This is where it gets
Oh, Oh, Oh, This is where it gets
Oh, Oh, Oh, This is where it gets exciting.
Oh, Oh, Oh, This is where it gets
Oh, Oh, Oh, This is where it gets
Oh, Oh, Oh, This is where it gets exciting.
Gotta get beyond my comfort zone.
Can’t just leave well enough alone
I can’t quite touch the bottom
But I gotta do more than just treading water.
Speak up, speak out, get in the way,
Speak truth to power. Don’t turn away.
Whether up on a stage, or in a bubble,
Don’t go pickin' fights, but get in good trouble.
Oh, Oh, Oh, Don’t go pickin’ fights
Oh, Oh, Oh, Don’t go pickin’ fights
Oh, Oh, Oh, Don’t go pickin’ fights, but get in good trouble.
Oh, Oh, Oh, Don’t go pickin’ fights
Oh, Oh, Oh, Don’t go pickin’ fights
Oh, Oh, Oh, Don’t go pickin’ fights, but get in good trouble.
I’ve never been here before,
Never had the courage to go through that door.
But I gotta drop the imposter syndrome.
I know I belong, I just gotta let it hit home.
Tune in to the signal, ignore the noise.
You can’t give in to the doubt that destroys you.
Don’t shy away, keep on fighting.
This is where it gets exciting.
Oh, Oh, Oh, This is where it gets
Oh, Oh, Oh, This is where it gets
Oh, Oh, Oh, This is where it gets exciting.
Oh, Oh, Oh, This is where it gets
Oh, Oh, Oh, This is where it gets
Oh, Oh, Oh, This is where it gets exciting.
This is where it gets
This is where it gets
Where it gets exciting.
This is where it gets
This is where it gets
Where it gets exciting tonight.
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2. |
Poetry in a Bottle
04:09
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Not every vintage can stand the test of time.
Not every poem is strong enough to stain the mind.
Can’t pick the grapes too early, can’t march words into lines.
But when the season beckons, pluck expressions from the vines.
Pour me a glass of poetry in a bottle.
Let me taste your sweet words like a French sommelier.
Under the blush of a twilight-tinged rosé,
We’ll sip a lyrical bouquet and toast
À ta santé
You may choose to blend fermented flavors in a rhyme
Or let the essence age and build complexity through time.
I note a hint of honey and some Burgundy sunshine.
Your words, uncorked, I’ll savor like the finest Grand Cru wine.
Pour me a glass of poetry in a bottle.
Let me taste your sweet words like a French sommelier.
Under the blush of a twilight-tinged rosé,
We’ll sip a lyrical bouquet and toast
À ta santé.
Currant and raspberry, subtle on my tongue.
Some fall in love at the first sip, some wait ‘till the bottle’s done.
Like the barrel holds the flavor after the wine is gone,
I can't erase your taste. Words on the lips, they linger on.
Pour me a glass of poetry in a bottle.
Let me taste your sweet words like a French sommelier.
Under the blush of a twilight-tinged rosé,
We’ll sip a lyrical bouquet and toast
À ta santé.
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3. |
One More Drop
03:27
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One more chance, to make you see
That there’s another way to be.
A curious reality.
A new reality.
Well, I could see right through your Monday game.
Always knew somehow you weren't the same.
One more walk, out on the streets,
How odd you shared a talk with me.
You said we changed our history.
We changed our history.
You said we put out fires in the night
Instead of doing what was right.
(One More Drop)
One more drop makes the heart run over.
(One More Drop)
One more drop, my defenses fall.
(Drop by Drop)
Drop by drop, you won me over.
You fill me up, break through my firewall.
One more look, a drawn out face,
And then I draw you closer still.
I am a mirror for your will
A mirror for your will.
You want a happy place, but where is that,
If not in the place you're at?
One more word, I try to hold,
forever, verses in my hand.
I am the sieve and the sand.
The sieve and the sand.
They can shape the truth and mold the clay.
But my own thoughts they'll never burn away.
(One More Drop)
One more drop makes the heart run over.
(One More Drop)
One more drop, my defenses fall.
(Drop by Drop)
Drop by drop, you won me over.
You fill me up, break through my firewall.
You filled me up.
It just took one more drop.
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4. |
Widen the Circle
04:10
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Holding tight to the last piece of time,
The one with the memory all wrapped up in twine.
And when it unravels, revealing a scar,
We learn that the memories are all that we really are.
Widen the circle, open the doors.
Help pick the pieces up off of the floor.
Widen the circle, open the doors.
The place is crowding, but there’s still room for more.
They’re homing in on a place that’s not for sale.
Meet me three quarters of the way on the trail.
At the margin of an invisible frame.
Seeking someplace where the land knows your name.
Widen the circle, open the doors.
Help pick the pieces up off of the floor.
Widen the circle, open the doors.
The place is crowding, but there’s still room for more.
We are the souls that have wandered from home.
We’re ones remembering a hand we once could hold.
When there’s nothing to carry or to give away.
All we taste is the light that’s snuck into this day.
Widen the circle, open the doors.
Help pick the pieces up off of the floor.
Widen the circle, open the doors.
The place is crowding, but there’s still room for more.
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5. |
Moon Garden
04:24
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After the sun goes down
And it’s lightless, but for the moon,
We’ll meet by the angel’s trumpet
That in the nighttime blooms.
See how white cosmos reflects the sky
Like the moonlight reflection in your eyes.
This quiet beauty, can’t be found in a daytime park.
We’ll sway together in a moon garden
Like two flowers blooming in the dark.
Like two, two flowers in a moon garden,
Two flowers blooming in the dark.
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6. |
History and Me
04:38
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Though I’ll never hear you play,
This old instrument has found me
After being tucked away,
Like forgotten stories you never passed on,
And your children’s children stopped,
Stopped singing the songs.
Tonight will you keep me company
As I listen for your melody.
And meet me in the space between
The history and me.
If I could reach you through these strings,
I’d like to know the answer to so, so many things.
Did you sing about the cherry blossom trees?
And did you have calloused fingertips like me?
Tonight will you keep me company
As I listen for your melody.
And meet me in the space between
The history and me.
Did you strum alone at the end of the day?
And did your tired eyes ever cry when you played?
Was your smile the same - the same as mine?
Did your husband think it was all a big waste of time?
Tonight will you keep me company
As I listen for your melody.
Carry me upon these strings
With the wisdom of your whisperings.
And meet me in the space between
The history and me.
Meet me in the space between
The history and me.
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7. |
11 Time Zones
03:29
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HE:
I’m just a country kid living in the big town,
Caught up by the lights, swept away by the big sound,
And all the pretty girls, the pretty girls,
The pretty girls in high heels.
SHE:
I’m just a country girl. Don’t like the big town.
X-es on the calendar mark my countdown
Till that man of mine, that man of mine,
Till that man of mine comes home.
HE:
I’m a half a world away from everyone I once held
Dear, oh deary me, it’s been eleven months since
I left my pretty wife, my pretty wife,
My pretty wife back in Jacksonville.
SHE:
Well, when he comes home, will things be the same?
What if when he comes home, he can’t see that I’ve changed?
Oh, when he comes home, what if he drives me insane?
When he comes home, will it be the same?
TOGETHER:
Eleven Time Zones won’t break us.
Eleven Time Zones can’t break our will.
Eleven Time Zones won’t break us
But [I’ve/he’s] never felt so far from Jacksonville.
SHE:
I’m just a country girl. Don’t like the big town.
X-es on the calendar mark my countdown,
Till that man of mine, that man of mine,
Till that man of mine comes home.
HE:
I’m just a country kid living in the big town,
Caught up by the lights, swept away by the big sound,
And all the pretty girls, the pretty girls
The pretty girls in high heels.
SHE:
Now, what I’m ‘bout to say, can’t myself believe,
If he didn’t come back I might feel relieved.
I love that man of mine, that man of mine.
But am I ready for that man of mine to come home?
HE:
Oh, when I come home, will things be the same?
What if when I come home, she can’t see that I’ve changed?
Oh, when I come home, what if it's all just mundane?
When I come home, will it be the same?
TOGETHER:
Eleven Time Zones won’t break us
Eleven Time Zones can’t break our will.
Eleven Time Zones won’t break us
But [I’ve/he’s] never felt so far away…
Eleven Time Zones won’t break us
But maybe livin’ in the same one will.
Eleven Time Zones won’t break us
HE: But I’ve never felt so far away from you
SHE: Honey, when you comin’ back to Jacksonville?
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8. |
Brave Enough
03:56
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Sometimes there’s a call,
A call to dare greatly.
And then I hear fear
Whisper fiction in my ear.
These thoughts are braided together,
But fear won’t be a tether that binds up my heart
If I can uncover courage and trust
When the way is not clear.
If I can be brave, brave,
Brave enough to start,
Even with the risk of taking down
the armor 'round my heart.
We’ve had to lean,
Lean into failure,
Wrap our arms around and return
Its empty embrace.
Stop trying to hide behind
Stacked bricks of pride that keep us apart,
Hold missteps in the light
And then stare our fright straight in the face.
If I can be brave, brave,
Brave enough to start,
Even with the risk of taking down
The armor 'round our hearts.
One day you’ll look back on the journey.
When you chose to love your shadows, you felt real.
And when you were brave enough to let your heart be open
The truth ran rivers and you were free to feel.
Yes, you are brave, brave,
Brave enough to start,
Even with the risk of taking down
The armor 'round your heart.
And the beauty inside
You no longer hide
Behind the armor 'round your heart.
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Waves coming crashing down
On sands of gold and brown
Lake Superior, You great inland sea.
Rocks on a sandy shore
Cliffs climbing ever towards
The sky o’er the great inland sea.
Oh, you make me feel small
But not inferior.
Oh, you make me feel small,
But not inferior. I feel strong, not wearier.
Oh, you make me feel small
But not inferior
Oh, it makes me feel small,
Swimming in Lake Superior.
I hear the scream of the eagle’s call
As it circles the waterfall,
And they plunge together down to the great inland sea.
Oh, you make me feel small
But not inferior.
Oh, you make me feel small,
But not inferior. I feel strong, not wearier.
Oh, you make me feel small
But not inferior
Oh, it makes me feel small,
Swimming in Lake Superior.
The water’s bracing and cold.
It embraces, enfolds me.
And submerged under water,
I know I am a daughter
Of this great inland sea.
Oh, you make me feel small
But not inferior.
Oh, you make me feel small,
But not inferior. I feel strong, not wearier.
Oh, you make me feel small
But not inferior
Oh, it makes me feel small,
Swimming in Lake Superior.
Swimming in Lake Superior.
Superior
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Everybody’s got their vices,
Lord only knows I’ve got mine.
Some wear them proudly, wave them around
And pretend that everything’s fine.
No, no, not me. I try to bury
Every hint of my vice deep inside.
And if not for the grace of others,
I’d have been swallowed up by my pride.
But there’s a place I go, where I feel at home,
Where the music soothes my soul.
This band of misfit angels keeps lookin’ after me.
It ain’t a church, but it’s church enough for me, for me, for me...
Church enough for me.
Everybody’s got their vices,
Lord only knows I’ve got mine.
When work weighs heavy, deadlines loom,
I hole up, become paralyzed.
Yes, yes, it’s true, and no, it’s never been about you.
I withdraw from the world. I just hide.
And if not for the grace of others,
My friendships, one by one, would’ve died.
But there’s some folks I know, wIth whom I feel at home,
And their music soothes my soul.
This band of misfit angels keeps lookin’ after me.
We ain’t a church, but we’re church enough for me, for me, for me...
Church enough for me.
Everyone here knows the music
Everyone here has paid their dues.
Everyone understands harmony,
And everyone here has known the blues.
Everyone’s composing, no one needs transposing.
No one needs reminding of their cues
Everyone wants to sing harmony
And no one lets you get stuck in the blues.
No one lets you get stuck in the blues.
Everybody’s got their vices,
Lord only knows I’ve got mine.
Now, I must return the grace of others
Lord only knows, it’s ‘bout time.
Everyone here knows the music
Everyone here has paid their dues.
Everyone understands harmony,
And everyone here has known the blues.
Everyone’s composing, no one needs transposing.
No one needs reminding of their cues
Everyone wants to sing harmony
And no one lets you get stuck in the blues.
No one lets you get stuck in the blues.
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As the August sun was setting, we gathered for a wedding
In the garden, now a couple months past
There was love in the air, and flowers in the hair
Of the children running through the grass
The lights are strung, the banners hung,
Dear guests, please take your places.
*Make room, make room, here come the bride and groom
See the joy written on their faces
Generations departed would’ve seen traditions started,
Yet homage to the past was also paid
For there’s something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue,
To honor those now in the grave.
For the borrowed thing, was was a special ring,
With two diamonds set in pair,
Gifted to the lovers, from Groom’s late grandmothers’
Wedding bands! What could compare?
The vows, the kiss, nothing goes amiss,
And two become not one but something more.
After a few friendly roasts, and plenty of champagne toasts.
The wedding party takes to the floor.
So with the rising of the August moon, the band strikes up lively tune,
The couple busts a move, walks on air.
But amid the fun and revelry, is lost some precious jewelry
The borrowed ring of diamonds set in a pair
Dear Saint Anthony, please come around.
Something’s lost and can’t be found.
To the Patron Saint of Lost Things we pray,
Bring back this ring without delay.
The bride in tears, worried how, for years,
This day would ever live in infamy.
But for grace, she did not know how she could face
This, her brand new family.
Flashlight beams travel through the grass across the gravel,
Hoping for a glint in the trampled lawn.
The kids on all fours, scouring the dance floor
To no avail, the ring was gone.
Dear Saint Anthony, please come around.
Something’s lost and can’t be found.
To the Patron Saint of Lost Things we pray,
Bring back this ring without delay.
And then lo and behold, the glint of diamond and gold.
Saint Anthony came around, and now laughter resounds.
With the ring now found, friends and family gather round.
Happy endings do happen now and then.
So make room, make room, gather round the bride and groom,
Watch him place it on her finger again.
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12. |
I Don't Know How Long
04:40
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I get up before the sun
To start the chores that are never done,
Then it’s breakfast, remind the kids to brush their teeth.
Get ‘em both logged in to their devices,
Cameras on, mics off.
We’ve all made sacrifices beyond belief.
I don’t know how long
I don’t know how long
I don’t know how long
I don’t know how long
Lunch dishes unwashed in the sink
Lord, what I’d give for just one drink
But there's a voice: I am needed all the time.
I fold laundry through my department meeting,
Mute the mic, the kids are screaming,
My two worlds competing for my time.
I don’t know how long
I don’t know how long
I don’t know how long
I don’t know how long
Now normally I can keep it all together,
But another storm’s a’comin’ that I’ve got to weather
And I just don’t know how long
I can be the one who is always strong.
Don’t know how long.
I can be strong.
The kids are tucked in bed,
It’s the first quiet that I’ve had.
In this day that seems like a week.
I got a deadline fast approaching,
On this project that’s poaching my time,
And encroaching on my sleep.
I don’t know how long
I don’t know how long
I don’t know how long
I don’t know how long
Now normally I can keep it all together,
But another storm’s a’comin’ that I’ve got to weather
And I just don’t know how long
I can be the one who is always strong.
Don’t know how long.
I can be strong.
Now normally I can keep it all together,
But another storm’s a’comin’ that I’ve got to weather
And I just don’t know how long
I can be the one who is always...
Now normally I can keep it all together,
But another storm’s a’comin’ that I’ve got to weather
And I just don’t know how long
I can be the one who is always strong.
Normally I can keep it all together,
But another storm’s a’comin’ that I’ve got to weather
And I just don’t know how long
I can be the one who is always strong...
Don’t know how long.
I can be strong.
I don’t know how long
I don’t know how long
I don’t know how long
I don’t know how long
I don’t know how long
I don’t know how long
I don’t know how long
I don’t know how long
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The Dangling Participles Lansing, Michigan
The Dangling Participles are a jazzy indie-folk band from Lansing, MI.
Members:
Austin Kaufmann (vocals, guitars, harmonica)
Tamiko Rothhorn (vocals, cornet, ukulele)
Tim Patterson (bass, piano)
Dan Moreno
(drums)
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