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2007 Release: Why it's Needed © galenkipar LYRICS Bedtime Stories Bedtime stories, early mornings, getting you up, seeing you off. I'd like to be the one that shows you how and tells you when. But it's not my time yet. Chasing dragons, living in fragments, always looking forward, looking back. What about time, is it your friend, or a freight train moving in? Is it on a B-Line to ya? Is that how ya see it? Chasing Dragons Sing me a song, a lullaby, help me rest easy, for the day is long. Got Perspective? So you think your happy? How do ya know, if you've never been sad. You have to go through some bad times, so you can say, indeed these are, some very good times. Rebut, regroup, sneeze God bless you Thank you for some new perspective. Don't mention it, he thought he had everything, but he didn't. Got to get down to the nitty gritty, got to have some backbone sweetay. What makes you tick? Get down true to it. Can't just sit on the dock, with your feet barely in it. You've got to go deep, get down on your knees and find out everything you have, is nothing you need, you really need. Got Church? Nobody's listenen, it's just me n' the piano, and the dog, but he's sleepin like a log, cause I wore him out. I get myself clean while I'm singing, I wash it all away. Don't need no church to pray, all I do is sing, and I feel better... I sing in the car, I sing in the bar, I sing to the stars, sometimes, and even me sometimes. Everybody needs to be sung to sometimes, sometimes, even me. I can do it for a livin and make a little money, I want to believe. I want to believe, I can raise a family, I want to believe. I do it all the time, I believe. Thinker To put the same amount of energy and passion, in aspiration, to your best you, into something so small, longer intervals, more time, less peripheral. A bigger breath, a sincere, get ready, one, two, three. A week of sun, seven moons, my mind is racing. A week of sun , seven moons, a thinker, thinks it through. A heave, a shove, push, get ready... Down to the wire, down to the point, the period, dot, where the next line starts... Not after, just before...the journey next, you might find it. Playfully Pushing Bouncing and billowing in the energy, surrounding... Like the wind, caught in, a high sail. Playfully pushing the edges. Rolling and rolling and rolling...on, and growing...and knowing... (still more growing to come) Like the wind, caught in, a high sail. Too much can smother, too little can bore. Sleeper Go to sleep now dreamer, doer, believer, seeker. Your day was long, but now it's time to lye down. Send me a dream, for those last thoughts, before I fall asleep. Settle in now, take a big breath, stop all those thoughts from running through your worried mind, the kids are fine. For the day is long, but that's another song. This is a lullaby, a pillows delight, designed for sending, dreams pending on the edge of your thought, just before you fall asleep. Sending you a dream. Lullaby, summertime, warm nights, cool sheets, find a breeze... to whisper you to sleep. Sending you a dream. Find you a breeze to whisper you to sleep. Let your eyes roll, right on back, into the night. River Song Headin on down to the waterside, gonna find a place to rest my mind. Gonna break there, gonna take care, for a moment there, I'll sigh. There on the river, the pices finds, a river tone alone. Waving Goodbye You, want it so bad, you live it in your sleep. All the while, everyone's telling you, quit your dreaming. How so, when that's all you know. You get the feeling, that life's got purpose somehow. When your waving goodbye, but you don't want to leave. And you want to touch and feel, I'm remembering. And hope's just a word that you can't grasp hold, when all the while it's right there waving hello. How I've Changed ( originally a letter from Frieda Kipar to Galen Kipar) Perched between one trunk and another, I watch the sun descend. It's silent up here, silent as water freezing. Feel the air, intoxicating me, the sun is standing, restless. Red horizon, lingers on long after the sun is gone. And only begins to fade... as everything becomes dark, I love how long, it remains. Keeps me perched, as I await it's desolve. Descending back into the city, ice breaks... Chaotic energy returns... The sun is standing restless. I am calm though, walking slowly home, recognizing how i've changed. The sun is standing restless... |
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