My Unusual Way

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Mom said be a doctor,

Dad said learn the business, 

Teacher said get good grades,

I just want forgiveness.

I never had a choice,

No matter what they say,

To find my own voice,

In my unusual way.

Preacher said you'll be loved,

If God rules your heart,

The only thing that I believe,

Is living life's an art.

I never had a choice,

No matter what they say,

To find my own voice,

In my unusual way.

Boss said work long hours,

Earn an honest keep,

The only dreams you should have,

Are when you're fast asleep.

I never had a choice,

No matter what they say,

To find my own voice,

In my unsual way.

The Most Beautiful View

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I live in a city with a cathedral dome,

At the top of a hill with trees,

From all around worshippers come,

To climb the steps on their knees.

 

Inside the dome there's a glass box.

And inside the box a heart,

They say it belonged to a saintly man, 

So it feels like he didn't depart. 

Below the cathedral acres of grass,

Stones in rows and rows,

Inscribed with dates and many names,

That most people will never know.

From here me and you,

Have the most beautiful view.

From here me and you,

Have the most beautiful view.

I prayed for you, and you arrived,

I was a lonely soul.

Sometimes having hope and prayer,

Is your only means of control.

Said you needed a certain book,

And figured you'd try my library,

Together we scanned the shelves to look,

As they say the rest is history.

Together we walk the cathedral hill,

Between trees and rows of stones,

And sometimes we find a place to rest,

That we choose to call our home.

From here me and you,

Have the most beautiful view.

From here me and you,

Have the most beautiful view.

Give Me A Name

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I'm always looking, 

For someone to blame,

Give me a name, give me a name.

Could be some guy,

Could be some dame,

There's gotta be someone,

Who I can blame,

Give me a name, give me a name.

Doesn't matter who,

To me it's the same,

Give me a name, give me a name.

Someone well-known,

Who I can defame,

Or someone unknown,  

I've no sense of shame,

Give me a name, give me a name.

I'll figure out some way,

My innocence to proclaim,

Give me a name, give me a name.

Some call me a genius, 

Others insane,

Just give me a name, give me a name.

It's not about facts,

It's all about the frame,

Give me a name, give me a name.

Just Sayin

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Turn the music up,

Keep your eyes on the road,

You're looking sorta sleepy,

Or is it just bored?

Something with a heartbeat,

And lyrics you can hear,

So your mind stays alert,

And your direction is clear.

The night is so black,

And the lines so white,

Can't see the way ahead,

Beyond our headlights. 

Is this the way home?

Did we cross a wrong bridge?

Did we miss a sharp turn?

Are we heading for a ditch?

Keep a grip on the wheel,

Just sayin how I feel,

Just sayin how I feel.

Everything's a blur,

We're moving so fast,

It's hard to keep track,

Of what we just passed.

It's been a long time,

Since I've felt in control,

My mind keeps screaming,

You're heading for a hole.

I think we talked - 

I've had some accidents,

And you can't really repair,

All your scratches and dents.

I need reassurance,

And it has to come from you,

I'm trying to find a way,

To enjoy the view.

Keep a grip on the wheel,

Just sayin how I feel,

Just sayin how I feel.

Nice Things

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I don't care much

about what people will say 

about me 

after I'm gone. 

They'll say nice things. 

They always do.

They say nice things 

about the worst people.

They say Hitler loved his pets

and had a charming way

with children. 

Wrote poetry too.

As a boy Stalin sang 

in the church choir

and wrote poetry.

They say 

he was a lover of the arts 

his whole life 

and was a voracious reader

with a curious intellect.

People who knew him personally 

said he was affable.

Pol Pot had a pleasant demeaner 

and people say they enjoyed his company.

He was self-effacing, 

soft-spoken,

and exuded warmth.

Pot had a special affinity

for French Romantic poetry

especially for Verlaine.

So, as a rule,

don't believe people

who say nice things,

they can't help it.

And if they say 

about me 

that I wrote poetry

be suspicious.

Flower Song

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Flowers in the springtime

Flowers in the summer

Flowers in the autumn

Flowers in the winter.

Flowers for the birds

Flowers for the bees

Flowers from the fields

Flowers from the trees.

Flowers in the garden

Flowers that you grow

Flowers for the moment

Flowers for the show.

Flowers on your dress

Flowers in your hair

Flowers for a smile

Flowers cause you care.

Flowers for the winner

Flowers for the loser

Flowers for the girl 

Flowers cause you loved her.

Flowers for the table 

Flowers in the vase

Flowers for what is

Flowers for what was.

Flowers for the start

Flowers for the end

Flowers for arriving

Flowers when you land.

Flowers that were given

Flowers that were saved

Flowers for your birthday

Flowers for your grave.

Flowers on the flag

Flowers for police

Flowers for the soldier

Flowers for peace.

Flowers for the worker

Flowers for the boss

Flowers in the temple

Flowers in the mosque.

Flowers for Jesus

Flowers for the Jew

Flowers for me

Flowers for you. 

Flowers for pleasure

Flowers for sacrifice

Flowers for love

Flowers for strife.

Flowers for the sick

Flowers to get well

Flowers for heaven

Flowers for hell.