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I wear stripes like a sailor of old
Sailing the seas of love
I wear checkers like a player of chess
Making the moves to win your heart
I’m not always strategic
But there’s a meaning to my fabric
I’m wearing the sleeve of my heart
I wear paisley like wallpaper
I just wanna be in a room with you
I wear polka dots ‘cause I’ve spotted
The one I love, yes it is true
I’m not always strategic
But there’s a meaning to my fabric
I’m wearing the sleeve of my heart
(Whistle or guitar solo)
I wear leopard print or tiger
Cause you just drive me wild
I wear a button-up shirt with roses
Cause loving you is just my style
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time choice and chance are weaving a tapestry
the needlework God has certainly been good to me
But sometimes I only see
The underside
Where the dark and knotted strings
Are being tied
Our lives are prematurely rated
It might seem like we’re cut off cursed or fated
But the weaver and our weaving is not done
There are still many more days under moon and sun
Truth space and grace are weaving a tapestry
To the masterpiece friend each artwork takes time, you see
But sometimes we only see
The underside
Distracted by the vanity and pride
Our lives are prematurely rated
It might seem like we’re cut off cursed or fated
But the weaver and our weaving is not done
There are still many more days under moon and sun
Yes justice love and mercy are still to come
For everyone
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If We All Give Love
01:21
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Sometimes the ax fells the tree
Sometimes it takes division to get unity
Sometimes you’re anything but free
So be kind
Everyone’s in the battle of their lives
So be kind
Sometimes a good word’s just enough
Sometimes we’re gentle and sometimes we’re tough
And sometimes the road’s really rough
So be kind
Everyone’s in the battle of their lives
So be kind
If we all give love
Maybe there’ll be enough
Maybe there’ll be enough
Sometimes the ax fells the tree
Sometimes it’s you and sometimes it’s me
Sometimes we’re anything but free
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I may not have much
Just this soul and a song
But maybe if you sing along
We can set this night on fire
Walk this heart-string high wire
Forget that everybody’s for hire
Cause in a world made of money
Would you be my sweet honey
Oh wouldn’t it be funny
If the cracked code and the crux
Is that to feel a million bucks
You’ve got to leave it all behind
Find heaven in a moment
Just feel it and then show it
Speak the words that are on your mind
I may not have much
Just this soul and a song
But maybe if you sing along
Pay the electric with the light
Emanating from inside
Our hearts playing a game
Of ping pong
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The day that shame was invented
A paradise was lost
A universe separating lovers
Made of black holes and dead stardust
Floating untethered
In the dark
We lost our only true spark
The day that shame was invented
Love wrapped us in its arms
Although remorse made me naked
I wore your grace like a charm
Caught by your
Forgiving hand
And given back to the land
Ooooo Ooooo
The day that shame was invented
What was wild was no longer free
A world of wonder connected
Now a broken unity
Though every atom
Spun in place
I was cut off from your face
The day that shame was invented
A new avenue was made
Though darkness burned in my bosom
You met me in the shade
I matched the ardor
Of your chase
And your amazing grace
Oooo Oooo
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Like tastebuds on the tongue
I’m wondering how everyone
Can feel the sunlight on their skin
Can hear the weeping violin
Read in life such poetry,
Such comedy and tragedy
Culture, of course, plays its part
But it seems the language of the heart’s
Universal
The propensity to rhyme
The fear and reverence of time
The concrete mystery of science
The part in us that feels defiance
The romance of the road
The way our minds like fireworks explode
Culture, of course, plays its part
But it seems the language of the heart’s
Universal
Ecumenical
All-inclusive
Cosmopolitan
Comprehensive
And extensive
Yes, pervasive
Ubiquitous
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There Will Be A Day
02:15
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Each day has trouble of its own
But one day you will see
how the seeds that you’ve sown
Have grown up to be shade-bearing trees
Your trials and your stress
Made a paradise of peace
For the ones that you love
And for those
Who you welcomed and helped
Out along the way
Today might be terribly tough
But hold on and hold out
There will be a day
When all is made right
When you’re rewarded
for your good fight
When everything is brought
Into the light
When faith is finally made sight
Each day has trouble of its own
Though the future awaits
And the past is gone
We strive to make love a memory
To live it now and in the days to be
Though enemies and hindrances exist
Let us not avenge
Or raise a fist
If we can only do our best
And let the day to come
Deal with all the rest
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8. |
The Hiccup Blues
01:48
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I’m thinking about the war again
But it’s not here it’s somewhere else
I’m thinking about the war and then
Put that thought back on the shelf
I’ve got the hiccup blues
Just while I watch the 10 o’clock news
I’ve got the hiccup blues
I’m thinking about the day I die
How all my friends will say goodbye
I’m thinking about the day I die
Then turn to watch the pretty sky
I’ve got the hiccup blues
It’s lucky when you’re allowed to choose
To have the hiccup blues
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Thunder in the Tundra
01:41
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Like a night without stars
I wonder where you are
I feel the cold all the way in my bones
Like a tree without leaves
The way my heart grieves
You never answer your phone, anymore
Cause it’s thunder in the tundra
And I’m feeling twice as lost
It’s trouble now on trouble
I feel like I’m losing the coin toss
Like I’m in a country far from home
And I’m all alone
Like a field without flowers
These withering hours
I feel the diminishment of my soul
Like a bay with no breeze
You’re ignoring my pleas
Right now, I feel anything but whole
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The Moment Is
02:55
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The moment is a missed opportunity
Or perhaps a trade
A gift of peace and meaning
Or perhaps a tirade
The moment is cumulative
Or isolated alone
The maker of relationship
The time you look at or away from your phone
The moment is king clown or pauper
A slave to money, desire, or the clock
Time relaxing by a river
Or when you pick up your figurative guitar and rock
The moment is here and gone
All of what life consists
The most forgiving unit of measure
But also the severest test
The moment is trapped in amber
Or set adrift on a stream
As cold and lonely as an iceberg
Or as hot and abrupt as a burst of steam
The moment is as simple as breathing
Or as complex as physics and math
As dirty as a sailor’s vocabulary
Or as nice and clean as a bath
The moment is as cheap as a penny
Or as expensive as a sports car
The time it takes light to travel great distance
Or for a saber tooth tiger to get trapped in tar
The moment is a present to open
Or something to evade
The time it takes to give birth to life
Or finally to fade
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11. |
Valley and the Clouds
02:06
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You were there for me
When I was just a sheep
With a bad haircut
You were there with me
When I was a caterpillar
Long before I was filled up
With dreams to fly
You were there with me
You were there for me
And I
Want to make you proud (As long as I’m allowed)
Share this love out loud
Walk with you
Through valley (hell)
And in the clouds
You were there for me
Before I shed my mottled
Reptile skin
You were there with me
All those times I tripped and fell
And learned new ways to win
You were there with me
You were there for me
my friend
You there for me
When I was
Just a child with a selfish brain
You were there with me
Through my nihilism
When the world was black
And all I felt was pain
You were there for me
So I sing this sweet refrain
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Passport Smiles
02:15
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Like a city on a hill
We can practice fortified free will
We can trade our caves
For scenery
Our desert hearts for miles of greenery
Like dolphins in the dusk
We can shed our self-effacing masks
We can trade our fears
For poetry
Give way to hope and curiosity
The moon’s a light up in the sky
Perfect for longing and lullabies
But a world alive awaits us all
Down here
Though we get wrapped up in bed sheets
We hear the calling of the streets
The world’s our stage and we can be
Shakespeare
Computers, cars, and microphones
All help us feel less alone
You can wear your heart upon your sleeve
Help somebody struggling believe
The journey of 1000 miles
Begins with a toothbrush
And a passport smile
We can find a hole that’s in a wall
Walk museum, subway, or palace halls
Like city on a hill
Even if you’ve got to take your pills…
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You brought me on a trip
Around the world
You brought me all the way home
To my own heart
You made me believe in compassion
Yes, your passion is the greatest part
An eagle once
A blackbird many times
A dove forever
You got me flying
You opened me to worlds
Of understanding
You opened me to comprehend
your gracious heart
You made me believe in a heaven
Yes your presence is the greatest part
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14. |
What Grows Us
01:33
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I might have my
Sometimes skewed
Point of view
But know this, baby
I love you
You might be bright yellow
When I wanna
Be blue
But know this, baby
I love you
The stars can’t always
Be aligned
And a good thing
Takes some time
Some time
I might see the forest
When you just
See the trees
But know this
You’re my main squeeze
I might be a tornado
When you just
Wanna breeze
But know this
You’re my main squeeze
Everything can’t always
Come up roses
But maybe that’s
What grows us
What grows us
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Greg Walker Baltimore, Maryland
Indie rock, in the tradition of David Bazan, Neutral Milk Hotel, and Daniel Johnston, with a love for literature and lo fi music. Stays busy creating, so check back often.
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