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Everybody has their GodWhether or not they are able to see When the drunk rolls over in the morning And one hand reaches for the paper bag And the other hand is unscrewing the top That's his God that he is turning to When the hard working counter person Runs out back during their break And fumbles in the winter wind To light one up, that is their chosen One Wherever we turn for what we think we need That is what we have made our God over us controlling us When the trumpet sounds We will have to walk that way Following what we have chosen In trying to choose That which remains unseen I will need to know What other gods have I Put before thee? In my time of trouble Where will I turn? If my matter money is in one Outstretched hand, and my spiritual money is in the other, If you reach out to take it, Which hand will I pull back fastest? Which is more precious to me, That which blooms fades and dies Or that which remains as The seed of thought The originator of ideas Be my God Forever in peace

I Can't Stand the Rain (lyrics) (D. Bryant, A. Peebles, B. Miller) [Chorus 1] I can't stand the rain, against my window Bringing back, sweet memories I can't stand the rain, against my window Cause he ain't here with me Hey window pane Tell me, do you remember? How sweet it used to be When we were together Everything was so grand Now that we parted There's just one sound That I just can't stand [Chorus 1] I can't stand the rain, against my window Bringing back, sweet memories I can't stand the rain, against my window Cause he ain't here with me When we were together Everything was so grand Now that we parted There's just one thing That I just can't stand I can't stand the rain (I can't stand the rain, I can't stand the rain) [Chorus 1] I can't stand the rain, against my window Bringing back, sweet memories I can't stand the rain, against my window Cause he ain't here with me When we were together Everything was so grand Yeah… I know you’ve got some sweet memories But there's one sound That I just can't stand [Chorus 2] I can't stand the rain, against my window Bringing back, sweet memories I can't stand the rain, against my window It just keeps on hunting me [Chorus 3] Hey, hey rain - get off, of my window Cause he ain't here with me And I can't stand the rain, against my window Bringing back, sweet memories

this one, i actually put to music - it's memories of growing up on a farm where my brother & i would play in the woods & fields - and huge clouds of blackbirds would fly through - and we'd chase the leaves as they fell from the trees & float pieces of wood in the streams & pretend they were boats with explorers in a strange land Time was slow and flowers grew in sunny fields where blackbirds flew The sun was high, the clouds were soft The stones were piled and covered in moss The trees were tall, their leaves were green and floated in fall like ships in streams and flew like birds on windy days on fire with colors of fading sun rays.

This is something I wrote in my teens (over 30 years ago) - sort of about my Dad, who used to plow the fields with an old Massey Fergesson tractor. I labeled this "the plowman" It's kind of cliche, but it captures the feelings I had at the time. - sort of about growing old & seasons changing from summer to winter & preparing for death. The Sun Set In Fiery Glow. No Voice Upon the Hearth Was Heard. The Wind Was Still As If though The Silent Echo Was Not Enough, The Plowman's Sturdy Tractor Purred. The Day Was Turning, As Had Done The Sod Beneath The Sharpened Blade. The Moon to Follow Soon The Sun As Night Closed In Upon The Glade. Time,As If In Seconds Told Will Never Forget The Days Gone by. Each Sunday Morning Bell That Tolls Shall Ring For Either You or I. And as The Days Grow Shorter Now, The Plowmen Plod Their Way Back Home. And Winter Winds Behind Them Howl, Still, In The Distance Light Is Shown. The Tools Are Hung, The Tractor Stowed The Sheep And Cattle Already Fed. The Wagon Emptied of Its Load. As the Plowman prepares His Winter Bed. No Voice Upon The Hearth Was Heard. The Wind Was Sharp and Chilling Cold. Of the Sturdy Walls He Was Reassured For As Himself, They Too Were Old.

Trippin in my head The dreams are vivid in my head Sometimes I wake full of dread Why are these visions in my head I`ve met Axle, Slash and Ted Even Begley was in my head Along with Joey Romone smokin a fat bone Then I wake all alone where did my mind decide to roam My brain feels like a peice of styrofoam Just empty and all alone

Flying away nowThe shoreline recedes Did I bite off more than I can chew It's too late now To turn back Or even to look down You're supercharged High over Main Headed straight For the bulls-eye Which looks like a tiny dot But it's growing You chose this path No one set your feet upon it But you, you better own it now Play it like you mean it And when you sing, Sing to the angels in Heaven I used to wander a short distance From my house as a kid And through the field And through the woods I would come upon a tent White canvas staked out With big ropes and wooden stakes I would get down on my hands and knees And pick up the bottom of that tent And crawl inside to see my friends I just knew them as my friends I didn't think anything of their glow Or the white robes they wore They were kind when the world was mean They smiled gently towards me, And continued on in their conversations Ignoring me, and giving me free rein To eat at the buffet table Which lengthwise lay I would feast myself and drink From their goblets and Listen to the words they said At the end of the day I would walk back home Through the woods Through the field Over the stone wall To my house and go inside My mom would say Did you do anything fun today? And I would shrug and say No, mom, and go upstairs To play with my little metal Mechanics garage and little metal cars Which is the best they could do for fun outside of that tent, I guess. Now I walk in the front door of the tent Though sometimes I still sneak under Just to make them all laugh They are all still there talking Jesus Siddharta Elijah Mohammed And all the other saints risen glowing They all get along fine Through all eternity So I can see no reason Why shouldn't we?

5-7-9Words and music by: BHHamilton Angel of Love When I'm lost You turn me 'round You pick me up when I have fallen to the ground You dry my tears When I cry And I see Heaven when you look into my eyes You're my Angel of Love You're my Angel of Love You're my Angel of Love I need my Angel of Love And everyday You're by my side And when my vision dims in you I can confide Through the rapids With you I'm calm You give me strength and hope so I can carry on You're my Angel of Love You're my Angel of Love You're my Angel of Love Come to me Angel of Love

I can still hear What you have to say Although your voice is Slightly fading While inside I melt away Slipped away on the breeze Heard the rustling leaves call out to me And I melt away Like candle wax In the flame And everything is The way it's always been Music takes you there Like ice in the Springtime sun Why let kids Have all the fun I'm here, then I'm gone I melt away Like a song in the wind I melt away But I know it's gonna be be a good old day When I get up and Melt away.

Attics of my Life Lyrics By: Robert Hunter In the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal. Full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eyes can see. When there was no ear to hear, you sang to me. I have spent my life seeking all that's still unsung. Bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see. When there was no strings to play, you played to me. In the book of love's own dream, where all the print is blood. Where all the pages are my days, and all the lights grow old. When I had no wings to fly, you flew to me, you flew to me. In the secret space of dreams, where I dreaming lay amazed. When the secrets all are told, and the petals all unfold. When there was no dream of mine, you dreamed of me.

Rare Earth: I Just Want To CelebrateSongwriters: King, H., Shayne, S. I just want to celebrate another day of livin' I just want to celebrate another day of life I put my faith in the people But the people let me down So I turned the other way And I carry on, anyhow That's why I'm telling you I just want to celebrate, yeah, yeah I just want to celebrate, yeah, yeah Another day of living, I just want to celebrate another day of life Had my hand on the dollar bill And the dollar bill blew away But the sun is shining down on me And it's here to stay That's why I'm telling you I just want to celebrate, yeah, yeah Another day of living, yeah I just want to celebrate another day of living I just want to celebrate another day of life Don't let it all get you down, Don't let it turn you around and around And around and around Well, I can't be bothered with sorrow And I can't be bothered with hate, no, no I'm using up my time by feeling fine, every day That's why I'm telling you I just want to celebrate Aw, yeah I just want to celebrate yeah yeah Another day of living, yeah yeah I just want to celebrate another day of livin', yeah I just want to celebrate another day of life Don't let it all get you down, no, no Don't let it turn you around and around, And around and around, and around Around round round 'round and around round round round don't go 'round