[Verso 1]
Se me escapó de los dedos, una galleta tan dulce,
Voló del mostrador, cayó cerca de mis pies.
Pausó por un momento, luego al suelo,
Cinco segundos para decidir, luego se fue para siempre.

[Estribillo]
Oh, galleta, mi delicia, ahora eres libre de vagar,
Más allá de los azulejos de la cocina donde no puedo expiar.
Tal vez en el pasillo, o junto a la línea del frente,
Perdida pero no olvidada, mi dulce galleta.

[Verso 2]
La leche aún estaba fría, el plato quedó vacío,
Busqué por todos lados, pero no estabas allí.
La gente dice: "Es solo un snack", pero no pueden ver,
Esa galleta era más que un simple bocado para mí.

[Estribillo]
Oh, galleta, mi delicia, ahora eres libre de vagar,
Más allá de los azulejos de la cocina donde no puedo expiar.
Tal vez en el pasillo, o junto a la línea del frente,
Perdida pero no olvidada, mi dulce galleta.

[Puente]
Quizás encontraste un nuevo destino en ese suelo polvoriento,
Un festín desmenuzado para un ratón que no pudo ignorar.
Aprendí una lección dura, mientras te alejabas danzando,
No todas las caídas se salvan, no importa lo que digan.

[Verso 3]
La mesa está limpia, la noche se asoma,
Bebo mi té, ponderando tu pecado.
Si estás por ahí desmenuzada, solo sé que dejaste tu marca,
En el alma de un panadero, en la quietud de la oscuridad.

[Puente]
Quizás encontraste un nuevo destino en ese suelo polvoriento,
Un festín desmenuzado para un ratón que no pudo ignorar.
Aprendí una lección dura, mientras te alejabas danzando,
No todas las caídas se salvan, no importa lo que digan.

[Verso 3]
La mesa está limpia, la noche se asoma,
Bebo mi té, ponderando tu pecado.
Si estás por ahí desmenuzada, solo sé que dejaste tu marca,
En el alma de un panadero, en la quietud de la oscuridad.

[Estribillo]
Oh, galleta, mi delicia, ahora eres libre de vagar,
Más allá de los azulejos de la cocina donde no puedo expiar.
Tal vez en el pasillo, o junto a la línea del frente,
Perdida pero no olvidada, mi dulce galleta.

[Outro]
Así que aquí estás, mi galleta, donde sea que estés,
Parte de ti aún está conmigo, en el azúcar y el centeno.
La vida es un poco más insípida sin ti en mi bandeja,
Mi galleta ahora es un recuerdo, barrida y llevada.

[Estribillo]
Oh, galleta, mi delicia, ahora eres libre de vagar,
Más allá de los azulejos de la cocina donde no puedo expiar.
Tal vez en el pasillo, o junto a la línea del frente,
Perdida pero no olvidada, mi dulce galleta.

[Outro]
Así que aquí estás, mi galleta, donde sea que estés,
Parte de ti aún está conmigo, en el azúcar y el centeno.
La vida es un poco más insípida sin ti en mi bandeja,
Mi galleta ahora es un recuerdo, barrida y llevada.

[Instrumental]

Una Galleta (Williams Vocals)

Remix of Hay Lupita #HayLupitaRemix #Contest #HayLupita

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
Sally sells seashells by the seashore.
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
Betty Botter bought some butter, but she said the butter’s bitter.
A big black bug bit a big black bear.
She sells seashells on the seashore, but the shells she sells are surely seashore shells.
Six slippery snails slid slowly seaward.
Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear, Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair.
I saw Susie sitting in a shoeshine shop.
Lesser leather never weathered wetter weather better.
Red lorry, yellow lorry, red lorry, yellow lorry.
Unique New York, unique New York.
Pad kid poured curd pulled cod.
Brisk brave brigadiers brandished broad bright blades.
A box of mixed biscuits, a mixed biscuit box.
The sixth sick sheik's sixth sheep's sick.
Which wristwatches are Swiss wristwatches?
Fred fed Ted bread, and Ted fed Fred bread.
Can you can a can as a canner can can a can?
I thought a thought, but the thought I thought wasn’t the thought I thought.
Nine nimble noblemen nibble nuts.
Gobbling gargoyles gobbled goblets of grape juice.
Black bug's blood is blue.
Toy boat, toy boat, toy boat.
I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream.
Thin sticks, thick bricks.
Irish wristwatch, Swiss wristwatch.
Four fine fresh fish for you.
The great Greek grape growers grow great Greek grapes.
Cooks cook cupcakes quickly.
Shy sheep seek shade by the sea shore.
Kitty caught the kitten in the kitchen.
He threw three free throws.
Eddie edited it.
I wish to wash my Irish wristwatch.
Round the rugged rocks, the ragged rascal ran.
We surely shall see the sun shine soon.
The thirty-three thieves thought that they thrilled the throne throughout Thursday.
Fat frogs flying past fast.
Chop shops stock chops.
Crisp crusts crackle crunchily.
Zebra zigzagged through the zoo.
I saw a kitten eating chicken in the kitchen.
Fred's friends fried Fritos for Friday's food.
Freshly fried flying fish.
A skunk sat on a stump and thunk the stump stunk.
Six sleek swans swam swiftly southwards.
Peggy Babcock begs big pennies.
Purple paper people, purple paper people.
Truly rural.
Tom threw Tim three thumbtacks.
Green glass globes glow greenly.
A sailor went to sea to see what he could see.
If two witches were watching two watches, which witch would watch which watch?
A happy hippo hopped and hiccupped in the hollow.

Take Five -- Nursery Rap (Hay Lupita)

Cross Patch
Mother Goose lyrics extended by Nik Bear Brown
https://soundcloud.com/nik-bear-brown

Cross Patch, draw the latch,
Settle down, no need to scratch.
Sit by the fire, warm and bright,
And sip your tea through cozy night.

Cross patch, draw the latch,
  Sit by the fire and spin;
Take a cup and drink it up,
  Then call your neighbors in

The kettle hums, the shadows dance,
The teacups wait for their big chance.
So take a sip, let troubles rest,
Invite the ones you like the best.

Neighbors gather, smiles grow wide,
As warmth and laughter fill inside.
Old tales are told, and jokes are spun,
Till frowns are gone, replaced with fun.

Cross patch, draw the latch,
  Sit by the fire and spin;
Take a cup and drink it up,
  Then call your neighbors in

So Cross Patch grins, as Patch does know,
A little kindness makes things glow.
The crackling fire, the clinking cups,
Bring friends together, lifting up.

With yarn and tales, they pass the night,
While outside, stars shine clear and bright.
The latch stays drawn, the door stays wide,
For everyone warm is welcome inside.

Cross patch, draw the latch,
  Sit by the fire and spin;
Take a cup and drink it up,
  Then call your neighbors in
  
So don’t be cross, come take a seat,
With friends and fire, the night’s complete.
A sip, a laugh, a song, a spin—
The perfect way to let joy in.

And when the stars fade, morning nigh,
They share a hug, they say goodbye.
Cross Patch knows this truth quite well:
With friends and warmth, all hearts swell.

Main Characters
Cross Patch, Neighbors, Tea Cups, Fire

Summary
Cross Patch, usually a grumpy figure, draws the latch and welcomes neighbors to gather by the fire for warmth and cheer. As they sip tea, share stories, and laugh, the night transforms into a joyful gathering. The poem celebrates the warmth of friendship and the power of kindness to melt even the grumpiest hearts.

Nik Bear Brown – A contemporary poet and lyricist, Nik Bear Brown is known for storytelling that fuses traditional folk themes with modern insights, particularly in ballads and narrative songs.

Cross Patch II (Mother Goose)

Two roads stood open

Inspired by Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken (1916)" 

Two roads stood open, lined with shadows,
Leaves spread thick like an old coat of paint,
Yellow wood spilling its secrets, twisting underfoot.
One man stands alone, looking hard, looking long,
Wondering where paths lead when they slip from view,
Where roots run deep, and where steps go soft and lost.
Here the earth knows its children well—
Old paths groove deep like rivers in stone,

Worn smooth by feet that never questioned,
By hearts that beat in time with ancient drums.
These roots, they whisper "stay, stay, stay,"
Promise shelter in their well-worn ways,
Offer certainty like mother's milk,
Sweet and warm and known since birth.

But there—there where the path grows thin,
Where footprints fade like morning mist,
The ground speaks languages yet unlearned,
Each step a word in tongues unknown.
Here the soil holds no memory of passing,
No deep-cut grooves to guide the way,
Just wild grass that bends untamed,
And possibilities that bloom like spring's first flowers.
He sees the first, sees it stretch and bend,

Two roads stood open, lined with shadows,
Leaves spread thick like an old coat of paint,
Yellow wood spilling its secrets, twisting underfoot.
One man stands alone, looking hard, looking long,
Wondering where paths lead when they slip from view,
Where roots run deep, and where steps go soft and lost.

He sees the first, sees it stretch and bend,
Curve and curl like the spine of a tired book,
And then he sees the other, worn maybe,
But whispering of wild steps, of grasses that push back,
A road that says, “You don’t know me yet.”

The leaves, green as thoughts that grow restless,
The trees, waiting like doorways unopened.
He chooses—just one, just a step forward,
A promise to walk, to feel each stone,
And leaves the other for mornings that won’t come.

One road kept for a day that won’t rise again,
Knowing well that roads grip the heels,
Tie you to the next bend, and to all the bends after.
So he lets it go, a dream forgotten in sunlight.

And someday, he’ll say it mattered, tell of choice,
Of yellow woods that whispered “this way,”
How one road spoke louder, how shadows wrapped around,
And he listened with both feet, leaning in.

Two roads, they call back, they linger in mind,
And he will say that was it—the road itself,
The choice beneath all choices. He’ll claim it true,
And say, with quiet pride or maybe a shrug,
“That made all the difference.”

Two Roads Stood Open

Incomplete Song, November 9, 2024
Lyrics by Nik Bear Brown
https://soundcloud.com/nik-bear-brown

Look again, and find yourself changed,
The world you knew feels rearranged.
In mirrors once familiar, new faces appear,
Reflections distorted, yet somehow clear.

Look again, past shadows and light,
Beyond the comfort of day and night.
The eyes you know may look the same,
But within them burns a gentler flame.

Look again, at skies you thought were gray,
Feel colors bleed from the edge of day.
Your heartbeat softer, your vision keen,
In spaces you missed, life grows unseen.

Look again, where silence lay still,
In quiet moments, feel the thrill.
Each layer shed, each mask removed,
Reveals a self you once disproved.

Look again, at pathways crossed,
In the trails you thought were lost.
The footprints faded, left behind,
Now call you back, a road redefined.

Look again, at voices past,
The ones you thought would never last.
They echo softly, in whispered song,
Leading you back to where you belong.

Look again, at words unsaid,
The truths you hid, the tears you shed.
In every pause, in every line,
Find hidden meanings, fierce and fine.

Look again, where dreams were stilled,
And feel the spaces longing filled.
What once seemed distant, now comes near,
A silent truth you’ve learned to hear.

Look again, and feel your skin,
The outer walls that once held in.
Your boundaries stretched, your fears released,
A heart laid bare, a soul unleashed.

Look again, at scars now healed,
The marks of battles once concealed.
Where pain was woven, threads unwind,
A tapestry of strength enshrined.

Look again, at paths ahead,
Where hope and memory gently thread.
The doubts that held you like a chain,
Fall loose, like quiet drops of rain.

Look again, where light breaks through,
The shadows shifting, new and true.
The dawn you feared, the dark you mourned,
Both hold the beauty of lives reborn.

Look again, with wiser eyes,
And see the world in soft disguise.
What once was fixed, now seems to flow,
As dreams unfold and courage grows.

Look again, in every breath,
In life and loss, in love and death.
Each time you pause, each time you see,
You’re less confined, more wild and free.

Look again, and let it be,
In each reflection, find the key.
A life that shifts, a soul that bends,
With each new glance, the journey mends.

Why incomplete songs?

My songwriting process is about quick iterations, testing, and refining ideas. It’s a “numbers game”—I write as many songs as I can, knowing not all will be great. By writing consistently and revising often, I boost my chances of creating something beautiful. Each song is a sprint, a rapid project to build and evaluate, keeping what clicks, letting go of what doesn’t.

For me, it’s persistence, introspection, and sometimes collaboration. I test and refine lyrics and melodies, letting go of what doesn’t resonate. Often, a song starts with a single line, evolving naturally and intuitively as I write.

To show this journey, I’ll share some “Incomplete Songs” along the way. These drafts and works-in-progress reveal the raw, unpolished side of songwriting. They each play a part in the creative process and let others in on how ideas shape, change, and sometimes circle back before reaching their final forms.

Look Again (Incomplete Song) November 9, 2024

Look Again Rewrite (Incomplete Song) November 9, 2024
Lyrics by Nik Bear Brown
https://soundcloud.com/nik-bear-brown

Look again, find yourself flipped, changed,
The world you knew now feels rearranged.
In mirrors you grew up with, new faces stare,
Reflections twist, but you still there.

Look beyond, past shadow and light,
Beyond what held you safe at night.
Those same old eyes look back at you,
But now there's fire, a deeper view.

Look at skies you thought were gray,
See colors crack at the edge of day.
Your pulse calms down, your vision clear,
In spaces you missed, life reappears.

Look again, where silence lay,
Where the noise of doubt kept peace at bay.
Each layer stripped, each mask tossed down,
Revealing truths you once turned down.

Paths you crossed, the ones you left,
Trails you thought lost—still they connect.
Footprints fading, but they ain’t gone,
Now call you back, your road reborn.

Voices past, the echoes that fade,
Ones you thought were lost, betrayed.
They linger now, soft in song,
Like signs saying, "Here you belong."

Look at words you left unsaid,
The truths you hid, the tears you bled.
In every pause, every line,
New meanings surface, fierce and fine.

Where dreams went quiet, spaces grew,
Empty longing, now filled anew.
What felt so distant, what you couldn’t see,
The truth you learned was meant to be.

Feel your skin, the weight you held,
The outer walls where fears rebelled.
Boundaries stretched, fears released,
A soul unlocked, a heart in peace.

Scars healed up, battles fought,
Marks of pain, the strength they taught.
Where threads of hurt once pulled you down,
Now strength like steel weaves a crown.

Paths ahead, the road you own,
Where memory and hope get sewn.
Doubt drops quiet, like rain that falls,
Loose chains that held you, break through walls.

Look where light cracks, darkness fades,
Shadows shift, the fear that swayed.
The dawn you feared, the night you mourned,
They both hold beauty, reborn, transformed.

With wiser eyes, you see it all,
The world ain’t small—it flows, it calls.
What felt so fixed begins to bend,
As courage grows, dreams start again.

In every breath, loss and love,
Life in motion, death above.
Each pause, each beat, the time you seize,
Less confined, a soul set free.

Look again, just let it be,
In every truth, you find your key.
Life shifts, your spirit bends,
Each new glance, the story mends.

Why. incomplete songs?

My songwriting process is about quick iterations, testing, and refining ideas. It’s a “numbers game”—I write as many songs as I can, knowing not all will be great. By writing consistently and revising often, I boost my chances of creating something beautiful. Each song is a sprint, a rapid project to build and evaluate, keeping what clicks, letting go of what doesn’t.

For me, it’s persistence, introspection, and sometimes collaboration. I test and refine lyrics and melodies, letting go of what doesn’t resonate. Often, a song starts with a single line, evolving naturally and intuitively as I write.

To show this journey, I’ll share some “Incomplete Songs” along the way. These drafts and works-in-progress reveal the raw, unpolished side of songwriting. They each play a part in the creative process and let others in on how ideas shape, change, and sometimes circle back before reaching their final forms.

Look Again Rewrite (Incomplete Song) November 9, 2024

Two Roads Rewrite III (Incomplete Song), November 8, 2024

Lyrics by Nik Bear Brown
https://soundcloud.com/nik-bear-brown

Nik Bear Brown

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Two roads split open, dark in shade,
Leaves thick like paint, an old song replayed.
I'm standing here, soul heavy with choice,
Listening close for that guiding voice.
One road like a rhythm I’ve known so well,
Feet sink deep where old stories dwell.

Two paths, one heart caught in between,
The known or unknown, which road will redeem?
One whispers, "Stay," like a steady drum,
The other says, "Come," where the wild things run.

This first road, it’s got grooves in the dirt,
Worn smooth by the ones who feared to get hurt.
It’s safe, it’s warm, like a mother’s song,
A place where feet and soul belong.
Every step’s a promise, every turn’s been tried,
Echoes of home I could walk inside.

Two paths, one heart caught in between,
The known or unknown, which road will redeem?
One whispers, "Stay," like a steady drum,
The other says, "Come," where the wild things run.

Then there's the other, like breath on glass,
Fogged up with dreams of a world so vast.
No grooves to hold, no roots to cling,
Just open ground where new steps sing.
This path is raw, like a beat not played,
Each step unknown, each fear relayed.

Two paths, one heart caught in between,
The known or unknown, which road will redeem?
One whispers, "Stay," like a steady drum,
The other says, "Come," where the wild things run.

I feel that pull, can’t walk both ways,
The known and unknown, both call and sway.
One step forward, past what’s safe and tried,
I choose the path that’s dark and wide.
And in that moment, I feel alive,
The thrill of the unknown, like I could fly.

So here I stand, one road in the past,
And I know that choice was built to last.
Two roads that spoke, but I chose my own,
And someday, yeah, I’ll say I’d known—
The difference made, the journey done,
One step forward, where the wild things run.

"Why incomplete songs?

My songwriting process is about quick iterations, testing, and refining ideas. It’s a “numbers game”—I write as many songs as I can, knowing not all will be great. By writing consistently and revising often, I boost my chances of creating something beautiful. Each song is a sprint, a rapid project to build and evaluate, keeping what clicks, letting go of what doesn’t.

For me, it’s persistence, introspection, and sometimes collaboration. I test and refine lyrics and melodies, letting go of what doesn’t resonate. Often, a song starts with a single line, evolving naturally and intuitively as I write.

To show this journey, I’ll share some “Incomplete Songs” along the way. These drafts and works-in-progress reveal the raw, unpolished side of songwriting. They each play a part in the creative process and let others in on how ideas shape, change, and sometimes circle back before reaching their final forms."

Two Roads Rewrite III (Incomplete Song), November 8, 2024

Ring Out, Wild Bells

Lyrics adapted by Nik Bear Brown
https://soundcloud.com/nik-bear-brown
from “Ring Out, Wild Bells” (1850) by Alfred, Lord Tennyson


Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
Let the clouds and frosty light fly by.
The year is fading, shadows grow,
Ring out the old, let it go, let it go.

Oh, ring out, ring out, wild bells tonight,
Bring the dawn, a brand-new light.
Ring in hope, and love, and peace,
A song of joy that never will cease.

Ring out the grief, the heavy chains,
The tears that fall like winter rains.
Ring in the hearts that long to heal,
A brighter love, a warmth that's real.

Oh, ring out, ring out, wild bells tonight,
Bring the dawn, a brand-new light.
Ring in hope, and love, and peace,
A song of joy that never will cease.

Ooh-oh, let the bells chime clear,
Let them echo far, let the world draw near.
Blue-eyed soul, let your voice take flight,
Singing to the stars on this holy night.

Ring out the pride, the hate, the lies,
Let truth shine bright in every eye.
Ring in the love of humankind,
The gentler hearts, the nobler minds.

Oh, ring out, ring out, wild bells tonight,
Bring the dawn, a brand-new light.
Ring in hope, and love, and peace,
A song of joy that never will cease.

Ring out, wild bells, let the world rejoice,
Sing it loud, with a soulful voice.
Through chimes and bells, let love take wing,
On this Christmas night, let the wild bells ring.

Main Characters
The Bells – A symbolic force for change and renewal.
The Year – Representing the old and new cycles of life.
Humankind – Those called to embrace hope, love, and peace.

Summary
The song reflects on the end of a year, calling for renewal, healing, and unity. It blends soulful imagery with gospel and folk traditions, urging humanity to embrace hope and love while leaving behind grief and pride.

Ring Out, Wild Bells

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas
Lyrics adapted by Nik Bear Brown
https://soundcloud.com/nik-bear-brown
from the poem “A Visit from St. Nicholas” (1823) by Clement Clarke Moore

Nik Bear Brown

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’Twas the night before Christmas, all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were dreaming, so snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.

Oh, ‘twas the night, the magical night,
When the world held its breath under silver moonlight.
The snow fell soft, the stars shone bright,
Oh, ‘twas the night, the Christmas night.

When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window, I flew like a flash,
Threw open the shutters and lifted the sash.
Oh, the moon on the snow, it shimmered so clear,
And then I saw him, the man of the year.

With a sleigh full of toys and eight tiny deer,
And a jolly old driver who brought Christmas cheer.
“Now Dasher! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen!
On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen!”
Oh, ‘twas the night, the magical night,
When the world held its breath under silver moonlight.
The snow fell soft, the stars shone bright,
Oh, ‘twas the night, the Christmas night.

Down the chimney he came, his fur trimmed with soot,
A sack full of treasures from head to his foot.
His eyes, how they twinkled, his dimples so merry,
His cheeks red as roses, his nose like a cherry.
And he laughed with a belly that shook like jelly,
A right jolly elf, so warm and friendly.

He didn’t speak a word but went straight to his work,
Filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
He laid a finger aside of his nose,
And up the chimney, with a nod, he rose.
Oh, ‘twas the night, the magical night,
When the world held its breath under silver moonlight.
The snow fell soft, the stars shone bright,
Oh, ‘twas the night, the Christmas night.

And I heard him exclaim, as he flew out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.”

Main Characters
St. Nicholas – The jolly figure bringing Christmas cheer.
The Narrator – A witness to the magical Christmas night.
The Children – Dreaming of sugar plums and holiday joy.
The Reindeer – St. Nick’s loyal and spirited companions.

Summary of the Story
A family experiences a magical Christmas Eve as St. Nicholas visits their home. The narrator witnesses his arrival, the joy of his work, and his grand departure with his reindeer. The story captures the wonder, excitement, and spirit of Christmas.

Nik Bear Brown – A contemporary poet and lyricist, Nik Bear Brown is known for storytelling that fuses traditional folk themes with modern insights, particularly in ballads and narrative songs.

’Twas The Night Before Christmas

Home Again Twosomes

Lyrics by Nik Bear Brown
https://soundcloud.com/nik-bear-brown

Nik Bear Brown

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Apple Music https://music.apple.com/us/artist/nicholas-brown/1769354154


Chains of darkness couldn't bind,
Hearts so true, souls aligned.
Captured by the Witch, all seemed lost,
But love and teamwork paid the cost.

The Winged Monkeys
Monkeys flew with wings so wide,
At Dorothy’s call, they did not hide.
Three commands left in the cap so fine,
Monkeys fly swift at Dorothy’s sign.

The Discovery of Oz, the Terrible
Behind the curtain, small and plain,
Just a man—not magic’s reign.
Behind the curtain, Oz wasn’t so grand,
A man with tricks, not magic in hand.

The Magic Art of the Great Humbug
Tricks of light, tricks of sound,
Truth unmasked, the lies unwound.
Illusions fell, the truth came clear,
But Dorothy’s wish still held dear.

How the Balloon Was Launched
Up, up, Oz drifted away,
Dorothy stayed—no flight today.
A balloon for Oz to drift away,
But Dorothy missed her chance that day.

Away to the South
Glinda waits where red fields bloom,
Dorothy hopes to end her doom.
Glinda awaits, in lands of red,
Dorothy hopes, the journey’s ahead.

Attacked by the Fighting Trees
Trees with arms that push, that fight,
But they marched on through day and night.
Trees that strike with bark and limb,
But they push through, hopes never dim.

The Dainty China Country
Porcelain faces, fragile lands,
They tiptoe through with careful hands.
A land of porcelain, fragile and bright,
They tread lightly, careful with might.

The Lion Becomes the King of Beasts
Courage found in every roar,
He claimed his kingdom, feared no more.
Through courage found, his roar rings true,
He claims his crown, his kingdom too.

The Country of the Quadlings
Red roads wide, a gentle scene,
Quadlings kind, the air serene.
Fields of red, where kindness grows,
Quadlings smile, the journey flows.

Glinda the Good Witch Grants Dorothy's Wish
Three taps, three steps—Kansas calls,
Dorothy flies, no more falls.
Three steps, three taps, to Kansas she’ll fly,
Dorothy’s wish granted, goodbye sky.

Home Again
Aunt Em's arms, a soft embrace,
Dorothy smiles, finds her place.
Back to the farm, Aunt Em’s embrace,
Dorothy smiles, love finds its place.

Main Characters:
Dorothy Gale: The central heroine, brave and kind.
The Scarecrow: Dorothy’s companion, searching for a brain.
The Tin Woodman: Another companion, seeking a heart.
The Cowardly Lion: Looking to find courage.
The Wicked Witch of the West: Antagonist, captures Dorothy and her friends.
The Wizard of Oz: Revealed as an ordinary man behind illusions.
Glinda the Good Witch: Grants Dorothy’s wish to return home.
The Winged Monkeys: Magical creatures assisting Dorothy after the Witch’s defeat.

Summary of the Story:
Dorothy Gale is whisked away to the magical land of Oz, where she embarks on a journey to return home. Along the way, she befriends the Scarecrow, Tin Woodman, and Cowardly Lion, who each seek something they lack. Together, they overcome obstacles like the Wicked Witch, the Fighting Trees, and fragile lands. After revealing the Wizard’s true identity as an ordinary man, Dorothy's wish to return home is granted by Glinda the Good Witch, completing her journey of love, teamwork, and self-discovery.

Nik Bear Brown
A contemporary poet and lyricist, Nik Bear Brown is known for storytelling that fuses traditional folk themes with modern insights, particularly in ballads and narrative songs.

Take Two -- Home Again Twosomes

Home Again Twosomes

Lyrics by Nik Bear Brown
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Chains of darkness couldn't bind,
Hearts so true, souls aligned.
Captured by the Witch, all seemed lost,
But love and teamwork paid the cost.

The Winged Monkeys
Monkeys flew with wings so wide,
At Dorothy’s call, they did not hide.
Three commands left in the cap so fine,
Monkeys fly swift at Dorothy’s sign.

The Discovery of Oz, the Terrible
Behind the curtain, small and plain,
Just a man—not magic’s reign.
Behind the curtain, Oz wasn’t so grand,
A man with tricks, not magic in hand.

The Magic Art of the Great Humbug
Tricks of light, tricks of sound,
Truth unmasked, the lies unwound.
Illusions fell, the truth came clear,
But Dorothy’s wish still held dear.

How the Balloon Was Launched
Up, up, Oz drifted away,
Dorothy stayed—no flight today.
A balloon for Oz to drift away,
But Dorothy missed her chance that day.

Away to the South
Glinda waits where red fields bloom,
Dorothy hopes to end her doom.
Glinda awaits, in lands of red,
Dorothy hopes, the journey’s ahead.

Attacked by the Fighting Trees
Trees with arms that push, that fight,
But they marched on through day and night.
Trees that strike with bark and limb,
But they push through, hopes never dim.

The Dainty China Country
Porcelain faces, fragile lands,
They tiptoe through with careful hands.
A land of porcelain, fragile and bright,
They tread lightly, careful with might.

The Lion Becomes the King of Beasts
Courage found in every roar,
He claimed his kingdom, feared no more.
Through courage found, his roar rings true,
He claims his crown, his kingdom too.

The Country of the Quadlings
Red roads wide, a gentle scene,
Quadlings kind, the air serene.
Fields of red, where kindness grows,
Quadlings smile, the journey flows.

Glinda the Good Witch Grants Dorothy's Wish
Three taps, three steps—Kansas calls,
Dorothy flies, no more falls.
Three steps, three taps, to Kansas she’ll fly,
Dorothy’s wish granted, goodbye sky.

Home Again
Aunt Em's arms, a soft embrace,
Dorothy smiles, finds her place.
Back to the farm, Aunt Em’s embrace,
Dorothy smiles, love finds its place.

Main Characters:
Dorothy Gale: The central heroine, brave and kind.
The Scarecrow: Dorothy’s companion, searching for a brain.
The Tin Woodman: Another companion, seeking a heart.
The Cowardly Lion: Looking to find courage.
The Wicked Witch of the West: Antagonist, captures Dorothy and her friends.
The Wizard of Oz: Revealed as an ordinary man behind illusions.
Glinda the Good Witch: Grants Dorothy’s wish to return home.
The Winged Monkeys: Magical creatures assisting Dorothy after the Witch’s defeat.

Summary of the Story:
Dorothy Gale is whisked away to the magical land of Oz, where she embarks on a journey to return home. Along the way, she befriends the Scarecrow, Tin Woodman, and Cowardly Lion, who each seek something they lack. Together, they overcome obstacles like the Wicked Witch, the Fighting Trees, and fragile lands. After revealing the Wizard’s true identity as an ordinary man, Dorothy's wish to return home is granted by Glinda the Good Witch, completing her journey of love, teamwork, and self-discovery.

Nik Bear Brown
A contemporary poet and lyricist, Nik Bear Brown is known for storytelling that fuses traditional folk themes with modern insights, particularly in ballads and narrative songs.

Take One -- Home Again Twosomes

Nik Bear Brown – Known for his unique storytelling style, Nik Bear Brown fuses traditional folk themes with modern insights, especially in ballads and narrative songs.

Nik Bear Brown is a songwriter seamlessly blending the roles of poet, lyricist, and digital artist to craft immersive sonic experiences.  Nik Bear writes new songs and novel arraignment's of public domain classics. With a deep appreciation for the power of words, he weaves intricate narratives and evocative imagery into his lyrics, capturing the essence of human emotions and experiences.

Embracing the digital age, Nik utilizes cutting-edge electronic tools to enhance every facet of his music. From manipulating his vocals with innovative effects to exploring unique arrangements, he creates a rich tapestry of sound that elevates the poetry within his songs. This fusion of traditional poetic elements and modern technology not only amplifies the emotional depth of his work but also invites listeners to engage with his artistry in new and exciting ways.

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