It's a Christmas song..  Happy Holidays!

Lyrics:
Lollipops and candy canes, a pretty dress and choo choo trains
that go around the Christmas tree while slippers sit beside her feet.
A bright red bow for a dog named Rooster and a silver bell for a cat called Cruiser.

Chorus:
It's Christmas morning, there's falling snow & mistletoe
a little Steely Dan on the radio. 
Love is flowing, this family's growing,
you and me, us and thee. 
This Christmas morning.  

From my family to yours, whatever shore your standing on 
may love be at your door, forevermore, forevermore.
May we stand hand in hand, may peace be upon all lands
let us find a way to make it happen.

This Christmas morning.

This Christmas Morning

Come on take me out on the dance floor baby
Come on lets go have some fun
you know we don't get out enough now baby
let's dance until the morning comes.

We've gotta dance more.
take me on the dance floor.
We've gotta dance more.
take me on the dance floor.

Salsa, meringue, let's get our grind on
we can rhumba baby all night long.
Let's do the mambo and the cha cha cha
you know I love it when they play our song.

Dance Floor

Indie, NeoSoul, RnB:

I’ve been working this out for a long time
sounds growing pen flowing
I’m showing you but you don’t know what  we can do
 you’ve been swinging wide playing outside
putting so much effort into flying 
you keep driving you keep crying

no one’s buying what you’re sellin
you keep telling them you’re on the right track
your odds are stacked you ain’t just a flash
in the pan man can’t you understand 
it’s all glitter it’s a sliver a slight of hand
and then it’s gone gone   the one hit wonder is gone man
what you thought was right is wrong man
can you understand 
can you understand

reaching a dream ain’t easy
no it ain’t easy
we keep trying trying to trying
to get somewhere
reaching a dream ain’t easy
no it ain’t easy
we keep climbing climbing climbing
up those stairs 

you left everything you have behind
you keep flying high looking for a sign
 like an angel in the sky that comes to tell the truth
and you keep slithering into the story so smooth
and bearing your cross to hide the dirt on your shoes

you try to leave no trace of the chaos inside
oh it’s a hard world you’ve got it bad girl it’s a 
tilt a whirl and then its gone gone 
the lines in your skin show the pain you’ve been in 
I just wish this world were a better place to live in
for all the livin

One more trip around the sun 
why is it so hard for some 
tell me why is it so hard for some to find their way

Reaching a Dream

I'm pretty sure this is RnB? NeoSoul?  I write what works with the music I create.  Thanks for listening and may peace and kindness fill your life!  

You’re feeling low. 
You don’t know 
how to get to
to where this is going.
You gotta go, 
You’re overloaded 
go chase the gold.
You know you’re always running. 

This story’s told.
It’s all so old.
You bought and sold the dreams that 
you thought you had were coming. 
The tread is worn you've been reborn. 
But woke up to find the same old alarms are buzzing.
 
Chorus 
It’s a dream.
It ain’t what it seems.
You're heart is open. 
You’re love is flowing 
but it’s dream.

You’re letting go. 
You’re floating through,
you’re going from, 
you’re heading to, 
a new you. 

Like a snake sheds it’s skin
you rebuild the life you been living.  
Making plans, making changes
you pave the way.
You can’t stay the same 
and make your way though  
this game
staying sane.
You’ve gotta find your own way.
You've gotta find your breakaway.

A New You

I don't need you to let me down easy.
Go on and break it to me hard.
There ain't no need to sugar coat it
I'm pretty sure you think you'll break my heart. 

Chorus:
But I'm telling you here today
that I'm gonna be better than okay
cause I'm not afraid to walk away and this can't go on.
Oh, no, no, I've gotta let you go.  Go, go, go, I've gotta let you go.

I'll take the pain, it won't be easy.
But I'd rather stand and face the truth.
You think you do, but you don't see me
even though I'm standing right in front of you.

I bet you think you've got it made.
I'm just another girl got played. 
You ain't hearing what I'm saying,
no you ain't hearing what I'm saying.
Go on now go, go, go.

Gotta Let You Go

This is about an imaginary couple living in Laurel Canyon back in the heyday of the 60's.  I hope you enjoy my work.  Thanks for listening. 
Lyrics:
On a cold night in December, before the fog rolled in
I saw your car lights in the driveway and my mind was spinnin, spinnin.
Your hands they held a boquet and an old reel to reel 
and the voices in the canyon said, "the picture's not real. 

Chorus:
We're moving pictures, passing through
this melody of me and you, me and you.

There's an apron in the kitchen, hanging on the pantry door
and a souffle in the oven, while Sinatra's playing on the stereo.
I've forgotten all the rough days, they seem so long ago.
We make a toast by firelight, our laughter fills the starry night.  

I smell your good looks on my pillow, and taste your kisses in my mind.
You linger in the room you've left behind. 
Like dishes in the sink from the night before, as the day passes 
I need to do you more.  

Moving Pictures

This is an intense interpretation of the difficulty of letting go during break ups.  It's got big strings, lots of guitar and soaring vocals reminiscent of rock anthems. 

You know this chat is long overdue.
We’ve got to decide what we’re gonna do. 
Should we stay here, keep plugging this pain
or close up shop and get out of this game?

We built a house with words and dust
painted over layers of losing our trust.
We filled the closets with expensive clothes 
and shoes to fit, but that wasn’t love.  

Chorus
Oh are we doing this again
it’s all the same old sin
this is working me 
it’s just a carousel
the ringing of the bell
we’ve got to set 
sail upon unfamiliar seas

Now we face the task of letting go 
dividing the house of heart and home.
Can I stand who I am when I am alone.
Can I handle it when this divorce is done.

I can’t find the words 
No I can’t find the words

Carousel

We hang on, when we should be letting go... 

Hanging On

Instrumental perfect for a film featuring undercover agents.  

Spy Theme

I used to hang out in Coconut Grove with a friend who played flute on the street in the early 90's.  He'd play for hours while people walked by.  It was such a great time to be in the Grove.  This track reminds me of him. Wherever in the world he is now, I hope he's still playing and doing well.

Kally O'Mally

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