PART IV
You knew who I would be.
Before You made the world,
You had a plan for me.
Now, I know who I am,
and live each day to fill
that life that You have planned,
and live up to Your will.
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"Two doors down on the right,
You'll find the guy you wanna fight.
Don't get too cocky
He's no horse jockey
He knows a move or two, alright."
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Raindrops fall from your eyes, to soothe my heart
Healing water, ease the pain of the dart
Another pierced me, the spike is still there
This pain has become more than I can bear
But, darlin', give your hand to place in mine
For, then, I know dear, that all shall be fine
Let the miracle of Love work in me
Help me, no more afraid of love, to be
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Why! Lo and behold!
The old man's right
Who would have thought that someone aged
And wizened so, you might say he's saged
Could know enough that's relevant to the time
To create an argument to stand up against mine
I have to hand it to that old man for his pluck
To fight against a young man takes more than luck
I bow out with grace
To save my face
And take a place
In youth's disgrace
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According to my sense and sensibilities
I'm not supposed to love you!
Would you like to know exactly why...
Well, if you have to ask, 'tis one point against you
But, we are also very different, you and I
You, of humble background, I of noble blood
Would not be suiting to our stations
If we were to be found together, I'd be in a bind
And, what would we do, love, about your poor relations?
Yet, I am drawn to you, and my heart is made blind
I can no longer see any obstacle that might lie between
I only know that I love you - and what those words mean
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I lost it all in the big "crash"...
Yesterday I was on top of the world
And today it seems I'm down in the dirt
I cannot go home to my wife and kids
'Cuz, somehow or other, I've "lost my shirt"
How it happened, matters very little
The thought that I earned it, still stings
What went wrong, I'll never know for sure
Will they still love him, whom, no supper, brings
They'll starve, and I'll have to look at them
The dears won't understand that we're in want
They'll desire all the things that they've known
I cannot blame them - only children - and I won't
I'll go on, blaming myself...
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It was dark and oh so dreary
My feet were tired and oh so weary
From running to you
My eyes were red and oh so teary
Your smile blinded me, and I couldn't see clearly
As I ran to you
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Like a fool, I thought it was for always
But, it was more than both of us - that endeavor
To see it to the end of both our days
We are two, too weak for the great loves
That one finds only among tales of fairies
And stories of pirates and treasure-troves
A story lasts forever and never harries
I wish I were a character in a book
Whose life would play over again and again
Each time a curious reader chanced a look
Life is brutal - so to the unreal, myself, I deign
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Did you do the Bunny Hop?
I hope not, baby
that's our dance
'cause I'm a child
In your eyes
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It wasn't God who made Honky-Tonk Angels
Nor did He look down at you dear and say, "It is good."
'Cuz it wasn't God who wrote those ol' country singles
Of hard times, upon which the desp'rate would brood
Oh, it wasn't God who made Honky-Tonk Angels
Who set them to work on those painful songs
'Cuz your voice, dear, comes in the night and still strangles
All hope I once had of knowing where I belong
So, I'll roam like the cattle on the dead, yellow ranges
Looking for Heaven, and hoping life changes
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Around the cracker barrel
The wee mice feed a little
And look out for mean-ol'-cat
Their wee whiskers twitch
With a mighty fine itch
They hear this and they smell that
Po' little mice children
Havin' ta be pilfrin'
To find a crumb to sup
They are always aware
Of ev'rythin' that's there
They have ta, or they'll be caught up
In big kitty paws
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Hear that lonely whistle blow
The train goes by again
Crawlin' one last time up the main
line - who knows where it'll go.
To Amsterdam or Katmandu
It takes its specter patrons -
Children and their poor matrons -
Men whom 'tis all they do.
They stay aboard this train always
Once on, they don't get off
For 'tis not ordinary enough
a train - or so ev'r'one says
A ghost train - perhaps dreamed
by some possessed mind,
a demon, or some fiend of the kind
For, that's how it has always seemed
to me.
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Elvis just left the building, I saw him leave in class
The signature white jacket and beads of glass
That crooked smile - not one of guilt or shame
But, laughing at himself, in all his fame
Perhaps Elvis has left for good, perhaps he'll stick around
In the spirit - of our times - his presence might be found
He lives on in music, as it evolves with Time
To forget where our songs come from would be a crime
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