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A lot like the Wind
03:32
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She said, “Hello again. Now you’ve been so many places, can you remember them now? When you snuck away, I waited and the days went. You said you loved me. I knew you’d turn around”
The heart always works but only how it wants to
A lot like the wind
He said, “It’s not like that. I asked if you’d come with me. There’s something somewhere out there I need to know. I’ve tried it for some time. And I sure won’t find it here. But please let me in. I’ve nowhere to go.”
What a tangled dance ‘tween waiting and creating
A lot like the wind
They moved closer to the doorway
The air was still, their tongues held no breath
Pleading with their eyes “take me with you, don’t forget”
In a house upon a hill she waited for her dowry
He paced the floor and refused to vow
An old storm came, the house came down around the doorway
And scattered like stray branches on the ground
Careful with that sigh, when it ends the moments over
Love is a lot like the wind
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Perfumed Memory
02:10
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Angel eyes staring out of a window
Waving patiently
That’s the way she left me
So empty I can’t believe she fades away and I can’t save her now
In a perfumed memory
Is where she’ll always
And a church bell ending
Echoes through and sings to her and all the people that time paints away
Afraid of remembering you and changing everything
Adding sad reflections
Perfuming recollections
While in your terrible memory
I was always as I am
Now I am holding my own hands
Too late to wave goodbye
And I’ll ways be standing
Empty in the snow of all the memories that she forgot to know
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Every breath, every pose
Was love caught still
In a moment or two
Now all that I can do
Is hold it in my broken heart with you
Every shadow cast
Needs light to last
And something to cling onto
There is a presence of you
While my broken heart and I cast shadows too
Every crying storm
Has a path it knows
Will end and bring on the new
Maybe that is a clue
What my broken heart and I must do
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In each lonely town
03:11
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In each lonely town with falling rain
The houses wear weathervanes
Holding teardrops from
Memory lanes
In the dust-filled hands of an autumn’s youth
In the trembling hands in voting booths
In the hands that wave or grip a gun to shoot
Rain falls through the cracks in-between
In this dizziness of freedom’s love
There’s no Rainbow or a Holy Dove
Yet They’re with you and me
Smiling in-between
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Says broken trees that sway uneyed with tongues they can be lent and owned
Says meadows only written of felt only never met they’re known
Says lovers in the beginning of the wind
Says rain with dancing steps to ears memory while was spent time it is and goes and goes and
Tempts me to draw the shadows
Of strangers in my clothes
Even flowers their heartache exposed
Says images in clouds of fallen breath that bloom in closed-eye skies and die without excepts
To dancing rain on broken in lovers meadowed memories
That tempt me to draw the shadows
Of strangers in my clothes
Even flowers their heartache exposed
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To Follow (Always Is)
03:16
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I need only your footsteps to follow you
Where fear and confusion are in our midst
When the path shows dust in the waiting
I’ll be only shaken by your kiss
I’ll be only shaken by your kiss
When the sun is high but light is low
Where the child’s been forgotten by the living
If that’s where you must be than I shall go
If that’s where you must be than I shall go
Where oceans turn to graves and flesh to bone
When the cruelest of the fingers set the stones
A touch of love from you will be my home
And when my hands entwine to dust
And candles I have warmed are lit
Don’t say a house with love there was
A house with love there always is
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Dollars in the Wind
06:00
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Grace spun from her movement cast gentle breeze
That made the curtains waltz
Alone she went and looked out of her window
A dollar in the wind was all she saw
How many people ponder every footstep
Or diamonds of their sleep mined from within
While a poet named necessity keeps calling
And defines to them the dollars in the wind
Worn out among the traffic lights
With legs as stiff as tin
Somewhere on my feeble breath sails dollars in the wind
They said her head became a bag of lilies
The more she loved the more she suffered here
I walked under the Spanish moss and moonlight
It’s not our fault she had the gift of tears
Bones get so tired in their hammocks
Of muscles, veins, of ligaments and skin
As you walked your cradle filled with dust
That blows away like dollars in the wind
I’m breathing for that perfect sigh
That won’t end or begin
Almond eye staring at dollars in the wind
Alone I went and looked out of my window
The curtains swayed, the leaves fell in cursive
The only instrument that’s not manmade is the human voice
So sing and whisper, sigh and cry and live
It’s winter now
Our lady walks her tears across the bridge
And as they fall our feeble breath is nothing but the wind
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Dom Marcoaldi Nashville, Tennessee
Ohioanboy baptized with hospital and Florida swamp bloomed from
booze and
Frank Sinatra ditched beach for attic bedroom in oldguitar town
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