1. |
Clever Words
01:28
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I really want to impress you with my intellect
My conversational gambits
My stunning verbal prowess
With my articulation
Inspire adulation
Of my sure elocution, nothing less
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers he
Gave me the verbal artfulness to draw you close to me
A stumbling tongue is useless
To win a balking beau
A wavering admiration cannot be captured so
I’ll practice perfect diction
Inspired by the conviction
-That nimble tongues can make affection grow
Seven silver swans went sailing silently to sea
Silken sultry words will send you sailing straight to me
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck
if a wood chuck could chuck wood
He couldn’t chuck as much as this one could
to capture the attention of you
There is no inspiration
For agile tongue and wit
In awkward intonation or stutters on the lip
I’ll stake my reputation
On rich enunciation
Clear speaking lets you catch my cunning quip
She is selling seashells on the seashore near the sea
A graceful twist of words will draw you mesmerized to me
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2. |
Bird Magic
04:21
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He was a common soldier
Coming home from the war
All of his silver in his belt securely stored
He didn't need a problem
Didn't need a new life to save
But she was so small and proud and young and lost and brave
Cormorant will bring you home on a breeze no more to roam
Gentle Zephyrs stir the heart with longing
The falcon's eye will find the trail and track the moment without fail
He will lead you to a true homecoming
And her hair was bright as moonlight
And her eyes were green as the dress she wore
And her face wove an enchantment
Though he'd seen many a face that was more lovely before
And she spoke so brave and boldly
That he knew he had to have this woman from the start
And the one thing that he never thought to rescue was his heart
She was a lonesome woman
Out in the world alone
So many debts to pay and not a one her own
She didn't expect a handout
Just wanted to earn her way
How could it come to this-To let a stranger pay?
Raven's vision sees the spark in a weary soldier's heart
How could anyone reject his offering?
Shadowed owl will fill the night with his voice so warm and bright
Painting pictures of a new tomorrow
CHORUS
Children came twice and three times
Each welcomed into the nest
The woman he sheltered and the soldier took their rest
Each of them proud and headstrong
But together they're not alone
Together they build a house and make that house a home
Meadowlark will heal the wounds with a cheerful lilting tune
Hear her singing in the morning's dawning
Eagle flies against the sky and casts protection far and wide
Linked forever to his dark beginnings
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3. |
Friend Owl
03:51
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Friend Owl
Up in the rafters there
the doves breathe softy in their nests
feathers in my hair
Friend Owl
I was so innocent
I didn't know the terror comes when the wonder's spent
But you blink your eyes and turn away
No clever answers here today
Fly into the forest
I'll follow if I can
Fly. a-wa----aaaa-ay
Friend Owl,
Nothing is right today
You slyly eye the corners where the wee mice play
Friend Owl
Their tiny feet stir the dust
They fear to see your shadow as all small things must
But your silent wings were made to kill
Regardless of the tears I spill
I cannot fight my nature
Nor canyou
Fly. a-wa----aaaa-ay
The outward path can rip and tear and we are never quite prepared
A new Path and an old one are the same
When you've never been--anywhere
Friend Owl
Wisdom is often sad
But I cannot change my visions
to the ones I had
Friend Owl,
I'll loose my fingers from
The tenderness of memories and then I'll come
And follow broken cobblestones to destinations still unknown
Onward in the shadow of your flight
Fly. a-wa----aaaa-ay Fly!
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4. |
Minecraft
02:58
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Oh well, I’m punching down a tree
I’m gonna build myself a bench
I’m gonna fabricate an axe
Before I sit back and relax
In Minecraft
In Minecraft
Gotta work before the sun goes down
Before the Zombies and the creepers come round
And then I’ll hide inside my hut until the sun comes up
In Minecraft
In Minecraft
Oh well, I’m cuttin down some grass
I’m gonna plant myself some grain
I’m gonna cut the harvest down
So I can do it all again
In Minecraft
In Minecraft
Oh, I’m workin' in the fields all day
Til the spiders come out to play
And the skeletons fight in the meadow all night
In Minecraft
In Minecraft
Oh, well, I’m delving down below
Where the molten lava flows
I’m gonna find myself some ore
That’ll help me with my chores
In Minecraft
In Minecraft
I’ll melt that metal down
I’ll have iron by the pound
And then I’ll lay down rail
In a coal cart trail
In Minecraft
In Minecraft
And when I’m buff I’ll run around
And hunt those zombies down
I want some carrot and potatoes
They don’t have any tomatoes
But I have some ponies now
Oh, well,I want to play some more
But survival is a bore
So I’m gonna take the challenge
And make it hard core
In Minecraft
In Minecraft
I’ll start over and over again
Hold my breath and count to ten
And then I’m gonna go bananas
When I reach Minecraft nirvana
In Minecraft
In Minecraft
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5. |
Bones
04:02
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As children we are told that in the times of old
We were the lords of other men
We kept among our kin and multiplied our sins
Until it was all swept away.
Bones of our mothers
Bones of our fathers
Leading through a darkening night
Where the journey takes us-‘til the journey breaks us
Never to give up the fight
The price of our defeat is our daily bread and meat
As we pay the recompense again
The cost of life is dear when it comes with blood and tears
And is buried on the backs of friends
Bones of a lover
Bones of a brother
Never to forget the sight
Where the journey takes us-‘til the journey breaks us
Never to give up the fight
Musical
bridge
(optional)
We sowed the seeds of death and we’re doing all our best
But still the task is not complete
We pass the burden on in our children, in our songs
Until there’s no one left to see
Bones of my sister
Every day I miss her
Still I keep her by my side
Where the journey takes us-‘til the journey breaks us
Never to give up the fight
(Bridge)
Walking through fields of green-autumn’s ahead of me
Ride to the end of my sweep
Sweet as the summer breeze rustling through the trees
All the things I can’t keep
Remind me of summers home sitting in shade alone
A pack unloaded by my side
Until I ride out again-counting the absent friends
Nothing to hold but my pride
Bones from each other-I will be another
Death for us is not the end
My taste of death will kill a foe but when that is I’ll never know
And I will join the fight again
Bones polished brightly.
Edges sharpened lightly
Living days with all my might
Where the journey takes us-‘til the journey breaks us
Never to give up the fight
Living days with all my might
Never to forget the sight
Never to give up the fight
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6. |
New Spock
04:12
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New Spock, after the movie we all agreed
You look like a psycho from network TV
But you could be the guy to win our hearts
You have emerald eye shadow from Maybelline
Your uniform's blue and your blood is green
You've given the whole franchise a new start
New Spock, you're hot
Don't let the networks make you a villain you're not
You can have Pon Far
In my rag top car
And whisper sweet logical nothings while reading my thoughts
Oh, oh, oh, Spock
You are the Vulcan that I adore
You know just what a tricorder's for
So Latinize some words and make me squeal
New Kirk is a cutie but still the same
He has twice the ego but half the brain
He doesn't have that Kolonar appeal
New Spock, you're hot
Don't let the networks make you a villain you're not
You can have Pon Far
In my rag top car
And whisper sweet logical nothings while reading my thoughts
Oh, oh, oh, Spock
I fantasize we're both out in space
You need volunteers to restore your race
I'll do my green peace best and raise my hand
The old Vulcan planet just went kaboom!
So what's a green salmon supposed to do?
We'll build a Vulcan beach house in the sand
New Spock, you're hot
Don't let the networks make you a villain you're not
You can have Pon Far
In my rag top car
And whisper sweet logical nothings while reading my thoughts
Oh, oh, oh, Spock
Old Spock was adorable for his time
But let's just face it he's past his prime
But he's still sweet as pie. That's vegetarian.
Even though he must be about hundred and three
He's still a pretty fine sight to see
Not all his female fans are septuagenarians
New Spock, you're hot
Don't let the networks make you a villain you're not
You can have Pon Far
In my rag top car
And whisper sweet logical nothings while reading my thoughts
Oh, oh, oh, Spock ......Oh, Spock
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7. |
Danny O
03:06
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My Danny's not the kind of man my father wants for me
My oh, Danny, oh
But I'm a maid who's running wild and do just as I please
My oh, Danny, oh
Outside the leaves are fallin' winter a sharp wind callin'
Oh, Danny oh
Danny will be my lover.
I will not have another.
Oh, Danny oh
My oh, Danny oh
The people here are bound to earth and plod the farmers field
My oh, Danny, oh
And Danny watches stars at night and charts the heavens’ wheel
My oh, Danny, oh
Danny his eyes still blazing, talks as the skies are hazing
Oh, Danny oh
Danny will be my lover.
I will not have another
Oh, Danny, oh
My oh, Danny, oh
I saw my Danny in a field a flower in his hand
My oh, Danny, oh
And I know I shouldn't be here but he is such a man
My oh, Danny, oh
Mystery's voice is callin'.
Under it's spell I'm fallin' oh, Danny, oh
Danny will be my lover.
I will not have another oh, Danny, oh
My oh, Danny, oh
They tell me he's not one of us and will not wait for me
My oh, Danny, oh
But I desire stars at night and flames that spark the trees
My oh, Danny, oh
When the spring comes I'm going.
While the snows melt is flowing oh, Danny,oh
The road and the path my lover.
I will not have another oh, Danny, oh
My oh, Danny, oh
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8. |
No Box For Me
03:09
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You look at me like I'm an alien from outer space
But you don't even know me, you're not living in my place
While you're jumping to conclusions; I see the irony
How you think that passing judgment makes you holier than me
No box for me
I'll keep on doing just as I please
They don't make one that fits me comfortably
I'll just stay who I am
I am
Don't tell me what I'm thinking you don't live inside my head
I'm not feeling any conflict when I put myself to bed
If you're multiplying two and two and coming up with three
Don't tell me that it's my problem.
Don't tell me what I can be
I'll keep on doing just as I please
They don't make one that fits me comfortably
I'll just stay who I am
I am
I'll take my square peg and put it in a star
I'll drink my orange juice and eat it with a snickers bar
I don't see what it has to do with you
No box for me
I'll keep on doing just as I please
They don't make one that fits me comfortably
I'll just stay who I am
I am
Don't tell me that I cannot love the people that I do
Or think that I’ll discard them 'cause they don't appeal to you
They don't fit one category and they're living happily
They don't fit in little boxes; they're the perfect friends for me
No box for me
I'll keep on doing just as I please
They don't make one that fits me comfortably
I'll just stay who I am
I am
Oooo ooooo I am
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9. |
First Contact
02:38
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A skeptic is the best way to describe me in my youth
I laughed at the abduction crowd and yearned to know the truth
Then came the moment when I saw the light
When I was first abducted in the middle of
the Night
Roswell, flying saucers, lights up in the sky
It wasn’t all for crackpots, just imagine my surprise
Hollywood directors give us cuddly ET
But I know what first contact means to me
The first was pretty awful but the second time as worse
They tried some telepathic tests, I fear that I was terse
I learned some basic manners running through a maze
I think there was some cheese involved
The rest is all a haze
Crop circles, fiery wheels and mutilated cows
This intellectual skeptic is more open minded now
New agey types would like to take an alien out to tea
But I know what first contact means to me
I go to my meetings with the other abductees
Sometimes I think I should have joined a gym
I want to find a way to keep the aliens away
But somehow I’m still out here on a limb
The third time I was waylaid drew some comment from my peers
That’s when some clashing jewelry was cemented to my ear
It wasn’t half as bad as what they did with tubes
I guess I could have had it worse, at least they used some lube
Kidnapped, anesthetized, purged and tagged
The rigid sigmoidoscopy annoyed me pretty bad
A tin foil hat’s an item I admire secretly
Yes, I know what first contact means to me
Yes, Pyramids, crystal skulls and pictures in Peru
I scoffed and scorned and pointed fun but that’s before I knew
Some other folk may look upon a UFO with glee
But I know what first contact means to me
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10. |
Through The Door
03:55
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There's a crushed blue velvet hat there in the corner,
You can see it through the dust motes in the light;
And I could wear it if I wanted,
And someday if I'm brave I might
Step through the door
A door that stands between what's now and remember when,
Concealing sad regrets and might-have-beens,
Through the door.
Brocaded drapes trail gracefully by paintings there,
Childish fingers smudging unicorn whiteness;
And I could paint those paintings deftly,
And touch that graceful burning brightness
There through the door;
A door that shelters childish dreams and carefree laughter,
Of hopes for love and happily ever after
Through the door.
There are treasures to be had - if I choose to take them;
If I choose to tread that path - I'd gladly make them'
And if I couldn't find my way back home
Would that be sad?
The costumes drape a form that might be mine someday,
If I lose the clumsiness some say I show;
With a queenly grace in velvet draped -
Serenity I'd calmly go In through the door.
A door that's built of secret fears of simply living
And fears of treasured people not forgiving;
Through the door.
I touch the frame and gaze inside that wonderland;
If maybe it's not now, perhaps tonight.
I'll take that step beyond the threshold
As if it's always been my right'
Step through the door
Forget all my fears about the possibilities and step through that door like it belongs to me;
Through the door.
If I could crush my fears... I'd go tonight
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11. |
Evil Twin Saturday
03:03
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Hey Trish,how ya been?
I hear you had to kill your sister's boyfriend
Behind the wood shed.
I know just how you feel
Unappreciated
Did you see her on the Jerry Springer Show?
She's lost weight
On Evil Twin Saturdays
We gather down at Sammy's
No one understands
But one who's been there too
That we are helpful
We have feelings
We do the things that good twins ought to do
Yeah, we're the good guys
And yeah, 'bout my brother
He had that accident we planned today
He's getting lots of sleep
He has no insomnia now
It's so peaceful
Don't worry about his bar exam
Got him a Doctor's note
On Evil Twin Saturdays
We gather down at Sammy's
No one understands
But one who's been there too
That we are helpful
We have feelings
We do the things that good twins ought to do
Yeah, we're the good guys
Hey Trish, did you hear about Franny?
Her twin's kids thought that they would get no Christmas
So she offed their Granny
Old people can be so expensive
It's the med bills
The kids will have a holiday now
Merry Christmas!
On Evil Twin Saturdays
We gather down at Sammy's
No one understands
But one who's been there too
That we are helpful
We have feelings
We do the things that good twins ought to do
Yeah, we're the good guys
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12. |
Grey
03:43
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Staring at the Ceiling
thinking of the past
I want to hear you where I
heard you last
a brush of nothing and I
feel you near
A phantom lover I can
Almost hear
And the world is grey
In a sky gone dark
huddled in a corner sheltering a spark
as a storm front grows
And the sky is bleak
in a world as
black as my sin
and it's my sin but I won't give in
when the storm front comes
Pacing in a room tearing at the walls
Where we both lived and we once
had it all
peeling back paper
til my fingers bleed
Looking for a layer that's still
You and me
And the world is grey
In a sky gone dark
huddled in a corner sheltering a spark
as a storm front grows
And the sky is bleak
in a world as
black as my sin
and it's my sin but I won't give in
when the storm front comes
Memories turning
spooling to the floor
awash in feelings I have
felt before
My worst regrets will never
bring you back
Talking to your ghost will never
fill my lack
And the world is grey
In a sky gone dark
huddled in a corner sheltering a spark
as a storm front grows
And the sky is bleak
in a world as
black as my sin
and it's my sin but I won't give in
when the storm front comes
Staring at the ceiling
Looking at the walls
I want to hear you we once
had it all
Pacing in a room
Thinking of the past
I'll breathe you in and try to
Make it last
And the world is grey
In a sky gone dark
huddled in a corner sheltering a spark
as a storm front grows
And the sky is bleak
in a world as
black as my sin
and it's my sin but I won't give in
when the storm front comes
and it's my sin but I won't give in
when the storm front comes
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13. |
Bride Of Ashes
02:14
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14. |
Ranger Rick
05:00
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15. |
Little Lessons
03:02
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16. |
Ode To The Twinkie
03:15
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17. |
The Lesser Light
04:15
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18. |
Gamer Widow's Lament
03:46
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19. |
Fawn's Song
04:59
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20. |
Winter's Dance
06:56
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Char MacKay Spokane, Washington
I’ve been writing and performing songs at conventions since 1995. Through The Door is a collection of some of the most popular songs, inspired by authors (like Lois McMaster Bujold) TV (Star Trek, Game of Thrones), gaming, and general silly things like nursery rhymes and my take on the world. I hope you enjoy listening to them as much as I enjoyed writing them. ... more
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