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Faraway
04:16
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We must go faraway
Where the wind will let us play
Find ourselves a place with no name
Try to forget the path where we came
It's okay to be young in yesterday
Where we play our games
And no one will ever find us again
Come away with me
There's a place to be children once again
Bring your fantasy
Let it set us free from the world of men
Faraway, faraway
We can play Jack and Jill
If we can remember still
Or hide and seek, we'll run 'til we're free
Leaping alive, no one can catch me
Let's go out on a limb and climb some trees
Even skin our knees
Will you go faraway with me please?
Come away with me
There's a place to be children once again
Bring your fantasy
Let it set us free from the world of men
Faraway, faraway
It's okay to be young in yesterday
Where we play our games
And no one will ever find us again
Come away with me
There's a place to be children once again
Bring your fantasy
Let it set us free from the world of men
Faraway, faraway, faraway
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2. |
Vermeer
04:21
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The lady wears lace
And pearls in her ears
Through a half-open window she glances outside
The thought on her face has not changed in years
It lives where the artist's paint dried
Vermeer
You make it all so clear
Even when you are gone
Still she is here
Vermeer
Her beauty is trapped
Preserved in a room
With tapestry walls and a checkerboard floor
Her hourglass stopped in mid-afternoon
And no Renaissance lover has come through the door
Vermeer
You make it all so clear
Even when you are gone
Still she is here
Her portrait shines forever
In the pure and tranquil light
The moment never changes, and it is never night
Centuries silent
A lute lies unplayed
But the memory of a sweet song fills the air
Eternity's spent by a mysterious maid
With eyes blue as porcelain, and gold in her hair
Vermeer
You make it all so clear
Even when you are gone
Still she is here
Vermeer
You make it all so clear
Even when we are gone
Still she will be here
Vermeer
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I think I'll take a nap, she thought, one Paris afternoon
She closed the tall French windows
And threw off her dressing gown
Pigeons cooed beneath the eaves, carriage horses clopped
On a velvet sofa she lay back, her eyelids slowly dropped
Outside a magic melody rose up from some café
And soon she floated off to sleep and woke up far away
Lying naked in the jungle on her Louis Sixteen
The leaves all pointing at her in a hundred shades of green
The moon was full, the orchids bloomed
The gypsy played his theme
The monkeys hummed in harmony
All inside the dream
One by one the jungle beasts came curious to see
What creature had appeared this way so unexpectedly
The elephant peeked through the leaves, the serpent slithered by
Two tigers came to greet her, but they really were too shy
"What would my husband say?" she thought
But then did not think twice
If he could see his mistress then she could see paradise
Lying naked in the jungle on her Louis Sixteen
The leaves all pointing at her in a hundred shades of green
The moon was full, the orchids bloomed
The gypsy played his theme
The monkeys hummed in harmony
All inside the dream
"I wish that I could stay" she sighed, and almost shed a tear
"What lover could compare to how I feel when I am here?"
"Can I return tomorrow?" she asked, but she just had to guess
She floated back to Paris in a minute, maybe less
She woke up in her own boudoir, had no time to reflect
Her husband was just in the door, but never did suspect her
Lying naked in the jungle on her Louis Sixteen
The leaves all pointing at her in a hundred shades of green
The moon was full, the orchids bloomed
The gypsy played his theme
The monkeys hummed in harmony
All inside the dream
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4. |
The Confessor
04:21
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He's a harmless crazy, so everybody thinks
He couldn't get arrested if he tried
He’s full of full confessions to all the latest crimes
He’s tortured by a secret voice inside
Monday it was murder, Tuesday sabotage
Wednesday it was rape and robbery
He reads all of the papers
And watches for his picture on TV
His hand goes for the telephone as though it were a gun
He's compelled to tell the awful things he thinks he's done
“It was me, I did it
Come and get me, it was me, I did it
Come and get me, it was me, I did it
Come and get me, it was me”
Last of seven children, always underfoot
He was just another mouth to feed
He felt he was a burden, and when his father left
The guilt inside him grew just like a weed
Everybody's got their way of doing time
When you're left without a reason, there's no way to reason why
So Mister pick up the receiver
‘cause this is no deceiver on the line
His hand goes for the telephone as though it were a gun
He's compelled to tell the awful things he thinks he's done
“It was me, I did it
Come and get me, it was me, I did it
Come and get me, it was me, I did it
Come and get me, it was me”
And he cannot understand why the cops don't take him in
Cause the rope around his hands is wearing thin
Don't they know there'll come a time
When he will claim his crime
And get his credit for a life of sin?
“It was me, I did it
Come and get me, it was me, I did it
Come and get me, it was me, I did it
Come and get me, it was me”
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5. |
Past Lives
05:33
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Letters in a box
Echoing like clocks
Pictures of a place I used to know
Funny how it seems far away as dreams
Things that used to be right here not long ago
Past lives, filled with memories
Past lives of all the other me's
The ghosts of our goodbyes never say "So long"
They're just past lives, here and gone
Promises that were true
Old flames that were new
Kisses that will last as long as time
Though the years go by, still the tears won't dry
In a moment I have never left behind
Past lives, filled with memories
Past lives, faces no one sees
The ghosts of our goodbyes never say "So long"
They're just past lives, here and gone
Long ago and far away
I hold your hand and you'll always stay
We are safe in yesterday
People change, old lovers end
But I'll come back again
I'll remember when
I still know you
In past lives, filled with memories
Past lives of all the other me's
The ghosts of our goodbyes never say "So long"
They're just past lives
Past lives here and gone
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The limousine was double-parked
In Georgetown late one night
Long and black, with D.C. plates
It was a common sight
The darkly tinted windows hid a scene of hot goodbyes
A woman soon slipped out and rushed inside
But there were spies
Someone with a vengeance on his mind
Another with a camera close behind
They both were waiting there
For Senator Thomas Dunstan's last affair
From Harvard Square to Washington
His wealth had paved the way
The corridors of power filled
With green as he turned gray
He married and had children, But his heart was never home
To topple kings he had to stand alone
The years had flown
One by one he pushed his foes aside
And women learned he could not be denied
Some swore they would be there
For Senator Thomas Dunstan's last affair
Dunstan was a monster someone had to stop
Or one day he would scramble to the top
So a brave and broken man hatched a desperate plan
To set him up, and knock him down
And watch the giant drop
The photographs were sent
To Dunstan's wife and to the 'Post'
At first he thought the heat would pass
But he was doomed to roast
Others soon came forward, and they made the scandal grow
The papers told the story, blow by blow
How long ago Dunstan had seduced a White House maid
How long ago he misdirected funds for Foreign Aid
How long ago his money covered up his every crime
Now it looked as though he'd end up doing time
His wife sued for divorce
She won everything of course
The scandal stripped him bare
It was Senator Thomas Dunstan's last affair
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7. |
Something's Growing
05:11
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I cut back the roses last winter
I filled all the barrels with leaves from the ground
All of the trees stood naked and tired and brown
But now all around me
I can see signs of beginnings
Where there was nothing not so long ago
Look what has come from under the melted snow
It wants me to know that
Something's growing new life again
Underneath the surface
Something's on the mend
Something's growing
The long winter's at an end
Something's growing again
I cried when you left in October
It felt like the best of me shriveled inside
Barren and cold, our love was a flower that died
As hard as I tried
I couldn't continue believing
That one day the spirit of life would return
Now I can see that I had a lot to learn
Cause now I am sure that
Something's growing new life again
Underneath the surface
Something's on the mend
Something's growing
The long winter's at an end
Something's growing again
Reaching for the sun up in the morning sky
Storing up the power
To come up with a flower
I should leave it all up to the hands of time
To heal it
I can feel it -- and it looks like
Something's growing new life again
Underneath the surface
Something's on the mend
Something's growing
The long winter's at an end
Something's growing again
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8. |
Do Birds Look Down
04:21
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I've been scared to let go
When the warm winds blow
Cause there's so much pain when you fall
But it's little or less till we soar like the rest
To that place where angels call
Do birds look down when they fly?
When they're aiming for the sky?
Do eagles forget how to float on air
With wings to carry them high?
Do birds look down when they fly?
Why do I?
You're so tender and true
Still I'm hiding from you
Like a soul that's lost in the dark
But I'll reach out my hand, hoping you'll understand
That I'm giving you this heart
Do birds look down when they fly?
When they're aiming for the sky?
Do eagles forget how to float on air
With wings to carry them high?
Do birds look down when they fly?
Why have I?
There's a dream above us
Now's the time that we must
Open our eyes to the light
Leave the fears behind us
And memories that blind us
Push ahead with all of our might
Do birds look down when they fly?
When they're aiming for the sky?
Do eagles forget how to float on air
With wings to carry them high?
Do birds look down when they fly?
Why should I?
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9. |
Bears
05:01
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He came under the tree one Christmas
And she loved him immediately
Her birthday at four brought her one more
She served them both tea on the floor
They had funny names, they loved to play games
What she liked, they both liked the same
They made funny sounds when no one else was around
They grumbled, but they never frowned
Bears had open and innocent stares
They listened while she said her prayers
Bears calmed her through childhood scares
When she needed a friend she could always depend on bears
Day by day she grew tall, through the years they stayed small
Then she took them to college one Fall
Young men sent her flowers and she stayed out all hours
Testing her womanly powers
Bears, the change took them quite unawares
For soon she was sleeping in pairs
Bears just sat on appropriate chairs and sniffed her perfume
Soon there was no room for bears
She married one day, the years slipped away
Like games she forgot how to play
She had kids of her own that soon were full-grown
Too often she felt so alone
Bears still sat on their stuffed derrieres
And watched while she had her affairs
Now she played with a pain she couldn't explain to bears
Now one's lost an eye, one's unstitched at the side
And stuffing's come out of his ears
They're the one thing that's sure, the one love that's pure
The one thing that's stayed through the years
And it still strikes her funny how she fed them both honey
Their noses got sticky and wet
How they finally came clean in the washing machine
A trauma they'd never forget
Bears still comfort her when no one cares
No one's as forgiving as bears
Bears, there's nothing like living with bears
When she holds them at night and turns out the light
Somehow life is alright with bears
She's glad there will always be bears
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10. |
Christina's World
04:14
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Out in an open field a young girl lies
She's turned away so I can't see her eyes
She's watching the hill around the houses rise
Her name is Christina
A broken road leads to the gray background
Where time walks by without a sound
There's not another living thing around
No one but Christina
Does the tall brown grass bristle your skin?
When did this mood you have begin?
Are you just a child that's fallen again?
Or lost inside a life that could've been?
A summer day in nineteen-forty-eight
The shadows start to show it's getting late
But it seems as if the girl will always wait
The girl named Christina
Always reaching out but no one is there
Over and over, like a prayer
Never look away from eternity's stare
It's hard to know you in nowhere
Christina makes her wishes to the wind
Right now it seems to be her only friend
And you have to be such a lonely girl
To live within Christina's World
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11. |
Renoir's Women
05:43
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He painted them in blurs of softness, blooming in the light
Ripening in curves that are delicious to the sight
In nineteenth century dresses
With their tresses all undone
Or innocent as angels, playing naked in the sun
Every time I see them
I half forget my fate
And I regret that I was born too late
Falling in love with Renoir's women
Isn't very smart
How can I ever make French love with a work of art?
They are only for my eyes
It wouldn't be too wise
If I touched Renoir's women, lovely Renoir's women
If I touched Renoir's women with my heart
I'd love to take them dancing in a Paris cabaret
I can see us strolling down the Champs-Élysées
I'd love to buy them flowers
And spend hours sipping wine
I'd be a perfect lover if only they were mine
But beauty keeps them busy
They haven't time for me
I'm such a fool, I think you will agree that
Falling in love with Renoir's women
Isn't very smart
How can I ever make French love with a work of art?
They are only for my eyes
It wouldn't be too wise
If I touched Renoir's women, lovely Renoir's women
If I touched Renoir's women with my heart
(Instrumental Verse)
Other women sense it
Suspect I've gone astray
But I return before I'm swept away cause
Falling in love with Renoir's women
Isn't very smart
How can I ever make French love with a work of art?
They are only for my eyes
It wouldn't be too wise
If I touched Renoir's women, lovely Renoir's women
If I touched Renoir's women with my heart
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12. |
The Night Café
03:57
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It's twelve-fifteen
Just one more drink
The night is getting deep
Some customers lay down their heavy heads and go to sleep
I came here with desire to forget
To watch the whores and sip on anisette
But now the room has emptied down
Except for two or three
Excluding me
The night café
Once you've had enough you want to stay
I'd better hit the street without delay
Or I might never leave the night café
Light hurts my eyes
I realize I'm talking to myself
That looks like yesterday's bouquet of flowers on the shelf
The owner, playing billiards, calls my name
"Monsieur Van Gogh, come play me one last game"
"I should be on my way"
I say in my half-drunken state
"The hour is late"
The night café
Once you've had enough you want to stay
I'd better hit the street without delay
Or I might never leave the night café
I hope I reach the door
I feel faint
Is that me there in the mirror
Looks like a saint
If I get home tonight
Tomorrow I will paint the night café
Once you've had enough you want to stay
I'd better hit the street without delay
Or I might never leave
The night café
Once you've had enough you want to stay
I'd better hit the street without delay
Or I might never leave the night café
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Richard Rosing Nashville, Tennessee
Winner of both the American Song Festival and the National Academy of Songwriter's SongSeach, Richard Rosing is known for songs that tell stories and speak to the heart. The album, "Past Lives" features much of his early work, written prior to his move to Nashville where he now lives and works. ... more
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