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Coffee Shops & Laptops

Marigolds

Marigolds (Live Acoustic)

I’m Not Him

Liza Ann

Walk with Me

Show Me

Sunny Day with You

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Ephemeral Clouds Part One

Outline (Deluxe)

Hurt (live at CBC Studio 2)

Watch this song on YouTube:   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BRDWyxyZ2Ac
This song muses on the life of poet Emily Dickinson who lived her life in the straitjacket of her times. Here's the lyric:
EMILY

INTRODUCTION
CHORUS
She wrote a letter to the world,
inviting life to call her bluff.
Jibber-jabber round her swirled.
Sense of living must be joy enough.
INTERLUDE

VERSE
She sings to stone; rock-solid. It is deaf.
Blurred echoes bounce like ice shards off the snow,
wraithlike voices ghost where crag-winds blow.
INTERLUDE
She spells with frost; her words subliminate: 
spy-ink scrawled across a barn’s black tin.
No readers come, but cloud-shapes breathe her in.

CHORUS
She wrote a letter to the world,
inviting life to call her bluff.
Jibber-jabber round her swirled.
Sense of living must be joy enough.
INTERLUDE

BRIDGE
She found herself inside a room:
a most uneasy fit.
A trembling candle in the gloom.
Who will rhyme the sense of it?

INSTRUMENTAL

She never asks the wind to speak her name.
It never does. But once a snippet blew
across the hills – and danced, as if it knew.
INTERLUDE

She sings to stone; rock-solid. It is deaf.
Blurred echoes bounce like ice shards off the snow,
wraithlike voices ghost where crag-winds blow.

CHORUS
She wrote a letter to the world,
inviting life to call her bluff.
Jibber-jabber round her swirled.
Sense of living must be joy enough.

She wrote a letter to the world,
inviting life to call her bluff.
Jibber-jabber round her swirled.
sense of living must be joy enough.
Jibber-jabber round her swirled.
Sense of living must be joy enough



Alan Wagstaff. ©

Emily

Written in honor of my twin sister's massive heart. 

Lyrics: 

[Intro]
I’ve been spinning on this circle…chasing hearts that couldn’t stay.
Giving love like it was oxygen…just to watch it float away.
But I’m not the same woman—who thought pain was the proof.
There’s a fire deep inside me now. And it’s lighting up the truth.

[Verse]
Another year. Another heartbreak. Same old tears upon my face.
Thought love would be my rescue…but it left without a trace.
I gave 'til I was empty. Lifted men up just to fall.
Tried to be their northern star—
but no one risin’ to the call.

[Chorus]
I was turning on a wheel…spinning ‘round the same sun.
Giving all I had to give…but never being the one.
Still, I didn’t hold back love. Didn’t close the fading gate.
Even pain became a prayer…
and I still chose to radiate.

[Verse]
They say the world keeps turning…but I feel it in my bones.
Each goodbye was a teacher. Each silence carved in stone.
But I never let the hurting…be a reason not to feel.
Love still flowed right through me—
even when it wouldn’t heal.

[Chorus]
I was turning on a wheel…‘round a sun I didn’t know.
Now I see—it was my own fire…keeping me aglow.
What I gave was not a weakness. Just strength misunderstood.
And I’d do it all again…
just to transform what I could.

[Bridge]
This last one was different. I came out brand new.
Heard the voice of God in the wind…and morning dew.
Life began to whisper. And I finally heard the call.
That I was not made to chase—
I was born to stand tall.

I’ve got my own sun rising…at the center of my chest.
Burned away the fear—
what I deserve has come to rest.
I’m guided now by ancestors. And I’ve never felt so clear.
I’ve never felt so clear…
My soul’s already moving…
and the one I seek is near.

[Verse]
They were mirrors—every one of them…reflecting back myself.
Now the universe is my mirror.
There’s no end to my wealth.  
I don’t need a love that’s lesser. I don’t ache to be enough.
I want love that knows my thunder…
and can meet me in the rough.

[Chorus]
I’m no longer on that wheel. I’ve stepped off into the light.
Built a fire from my heartbreak…now it’s burning warm and bright.
So I’ll sit here on this mountaintop…and watch the valley bloom.
I see another peak ahead—
but there’s no more need to zoom. 

[Outro]
My pain had a purpose. And now I see…
The suffering didn’t break me. It came to set me free.
Yeah, no suffering can break me…
this soul of mine is free.

Revolutions around the Sun (Amy's Song)

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The Sweepings with the Wheat (AMOS 8:6)

Scenic Route

Scenic Route - Live From The Troubadour

This song is about something simple—but powerful.

It’s easy to focus on the lines that divide us… borders, oceans, different languages, different flags. But beneath it all, we all want the same things—peace, family, comfort, dignity, and a place to call home.

This isn’t a protest song. It’s not about tearing down walls—it’s about quietly weaving the world together, thread by thread, through kindness, patience, and understanding.

Sometimes, the most lasting change happens slowly… through time… as hearts connect and lines begin to fade.


[Verse 1]
They draw the borders, raise the walls,
Name the oceans wide and tall.
But hearts don’t carry flags or kings,
We all ache for the same soft things.

[Verse 2]
A quiet night beneath the trees,
The sound of children, a summer breeze.
A home that holds the ones we love,
Some peace below, some hope above.

[Chorus]
What if the lines could slowly fade,
Not torn apart, but just re-made?
Through every kindness, every song,
We’d find we’ve been the same all along.
Let the rivers blend, let the winds entwine,
Let time itself… blur the lines.

[Verse 3]
We all want warmth, a place to heal,
A table filled with honest meals.
To grow old without fear or shame,
To hear someone still speak our name.

[Chorus]
What if the lines could slowly fade,
Not torn apart, but just re-made?
Through every kindness, every song,
We’d find we’ve been the same all along.
Let the rivers blend, let the winds entwine,
Let time itself… blur the lines.

[Bridge] (Quiet, intimate)
It won’t come fast, but it can start
In little ways, with open hearts.
A helping hand, a simple grace,
A smile shared in a crowded place.

[Final Chorus – Soft but Resolute]
And slowly the lines will start to fade,
Not torn apart, but gently swayed.
Through every kindness, every song,
We’ll see we’ve been the same all along.
Let the rivers blend, let the winds entwine,
Let time itself… blur the lines.



Through Time, The Lines Fade

Ein emotionaler Country-Song über Verlust, Erinnerungen und die Kraft des Weitergehens. Die Straße wird zum Sinnbild für das Herz – voller Kurven, Schmerz und Hoffnung.

Die Straße kennt mein Herz

A song that would likely resonate deeply with anyone who's experienced the rare gift of unconditional presence during difficult times.

Unmade

Wide awake that night under the moon — lying just inches apart, both quietly wondering if we should’ve snuggled. Ha-ha. That pretty much sums up our early days… full of hesitation, unspoken feelings, and way too much overthinking.

For me, it was this maddening loop: “She’s right there. Say something. Or just scoot a little closer. Or maybe... don’t.” Even with her right next to me, my head wouldn’t stop spinning. Silly?

This duet captures that weird, sweet, slightly awkward magic of that moment — when you're close enough to touch, but too scared to cross the line.

These days? She steals the blanket like it’s a competitive sport, and I freeze through the night like a very polite popsicle. (She denies everything, obviously.)

But sometimes, out of nowhere, I feel two arms wrap around me in the dark — her signature sleepy sneak-attack cuddles. Not that I’m complaining. I’m just as guilty now.

I think we finally figured out how we fit together in sleep... and maybe in life, too.

[Lyrics]

My eyes are wide, the red moon's in view
It’s not quite the hue, but it’s tied to you
A sign of the one who's in my head—
Why I'm awake, lying in bed
Now what?

It hasn't been long, yet my fingers still ache
Your freckles, a map of every heart quake
Your voice still lingers in my memory
Whispering secrets meant only for me
The sight of you is fading away
But your blazing hair continues to stay

It hasn't been long, yet my fingers still ache
Your touch is a comfort I wish I could awake
Your perfume lingers as if you’re still near
It wraps around me like a hug so dear
Maybe she is?
Maybe I should act on it?
But I have my doubts

Oh, please show me, so I could see
How your eyes sparkle like a playful sea
Oh, please tell me, so I could hear
Your voice, like a song I long to hear
Oh, please guide me, so I could feel
My hands around you, like it's meant to be
But how can I be so selfish
When you appear so at ease?

It hasn't been long since you fell asleep
Your kiss still haunts me, a feeling so deep
Your voice still echoes in my mind
Carrying whispers of a past entwined
The thought of how you hold your composure
Draws me closer, wanting nothing more

It hasn't been long since you fell asleep
Your gentle touch is a treasure I still keep
The scent of you lingers, as if you’re next to me
It’s a fragrant trace of the love I always see
Maybe he is?
Maybe I should act on it?
But I have my doubts

Oh, please show me, so I could see
How your eyes sparkle like a playful sea
Oh, please tell me, so I could hear
Your voice, like a song I long to hear
Oh, please guide me, so I could feel
My hands around you, like it's meant to be
But how can I be so selfish
When you appear so at ease?

Hey
Are you awake?
I thought you were sleeping
How can I
When you're next to me?
I missed you so much
I missed you more!
Come here
No! You first
Together
Always together

Oh, please show me, so we could see
How our eyes sparkle like a playful sea
Oh, please tell me, so we could hear
Our voices, like a song we long to hear
Oh, please guide me, so we could feel
Our hands around us, like it's meant to be
But how can we be so selfish
When we appear so at ease?
Yes, we can!

Oh, please show me, so we could see
How our eyes sparkle like a playful sea
Oh, please tell me, so we could hear
Our voices, like a song we long to hear
Oh, please guide me, so we could feel
Our hands around us, like it's meant to be
But how can we be so selfish
When we appear so at ease?

How can we sleep?

This is Melissa
She's married with children
She loves her husband and three little tots
But today it is raining
The kids won't stop fighting
And she's stuck in the house cause her car's in the shop
And she thinks as she kisses their bruises and tears
"What kind of difference am I making here?"

CHORUS:	
We all make choices
We all take chances
Later we wonder if we've chosen well
We listen to voices
We spin to Life's dances
But what might have been, no one ever can tell
Each woman becomes the sum of her choices

This is Priscilla
Professional, pretty
She's climbed the ladder that leads to success
But a week ago Friday, Priscilla turned forty
As she blew out her candles, she had one request
Now she's lost in her thoughts at her table for one
What would her kids look like if she had had some?

BRIDGE:	
Mildred is sixty and lives all alone
Her husband is gone and her kids are all grown
But decades and heartaches have made Mildred wise
Now she sees Life through Love's eyes….She says…..
    
LAST CHORUS:	
We all make choices
We all take chances
But somehow Life balances everything well
We listen to voices
And spin in the dances
But each woman has her own story to tell
			
TAG:			
Ev'ry struggling soul
Is a part of the whole		
As hist'ry unfolds…..through our choices



Words: Mary Dawson
Music: Cheryl Bocanegra
Copyright 2020/ CQK Music (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved



Choices

Sword and Cross

le déclin en plus intimiste

Léo Morvandieu,œuvre originale déclarée à la SACEM – toute reproduction, diffusion ou synchronisation sans autorisation est interdite. Maquette à visée illustratrice.

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Le déclin version intimiste

https://youtu.be/OuNamcj3z2I?si=DlqAxxFaqEfLNFjU
Lyrics..

I go where the quiet runs deep
Where the willow leans and grasses sleep
No one watches or asks why
I let the river see my cry

Oh my heart, it breaks forever
With the field of gentle air
It doesn’t need, nor does it want
It just holds me like a child

I sit where stones forget the rain
And the cold unfreezes pain
The sky bends low to touch my knees
The wind forgives what I can't please

Oh my heart, it breaks forever
With the field of gentle air
It doesn’t need, nor does it want
It just holds me like a child

The water speaks, I do not know
Of things I lost, of letting go
Not every wound is meant to mend
Some just soften with a friend

Oh my heart, it breaks forever
With the field of gentle air
It doesn’t need, nor does it want
It just holds me like a child

I used to fear the great unknown
But now I trust in where I go
The current knows what I can’t see
It pushes me and lets me be

Oh my heart, it breaks forever
With the feel of gentle air
It doesn’t need, nor does it want
It just holds me like a child

So if you find me near the stream
Don’t wake me from this quiet dream
I’ve found the time where I stay kind
Where water feeds what’s left behind

Oh my heart, it breaks forever
With the feel of gentle air
It doesn’t need, nor does it want
It just holds me like a child

Weep t child
weep t child
weep t child..

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Quiet Runs Deep

NEVER KNEW

When I’m alone I worry every day
Cause there’s a verse that scares me when I pray

I wish I knew what it meant
Cause I believe it’s heaven sent

So on that day when I ask you if you know
I hope you see that I’ve listened as I go

I’ve tried to hear you when you tell me what to do
I hope you say you always knew me as I grew

It’s easy to say, look what I’ve done
All in your name, all for your son
But on that day, we’ll know it’s true
Our lives are more than what we do

There is a day we’ll answer to our Lord
When we ask him to let us through the door 

And some will say it’s what we do
That’s when they’ll learn they never knew

So on that day when I ask you if you know
I hope you see that I’ve listened as I go

I’ve tried to hear you when you tell me what to do
I hope you say you always knew me as I grew

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