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Raft Song
03:02
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Once we have lost our home
We have been blown
By each passing draft
And now we are floating free
With uncertainty
On our little raft
We’re caught up in this maelstrom
Spinning and turning all around
Slowly we might disappear
Vanish or drown
Oh it has been so long
Since we’ve even laughed
On our little raft
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2. |
Washington Square
04:03
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One day I’ll be old in Washington Square
Just a little bit worse for the wear
On a sunny afternoon in fall
By the church of Saints Peter and Paul
Parrots squawking in the trees
Stopped for mid-day causeries
And maybe I might spot again
The ghost of Richard Brautigan
Then I’ll look up and see you there
On the other side of Washington Square
You’ll be walking straight-on towards me
Be kind enough not to avoid me
Elegant, sophisticated
Beauty time will not have faded
How strange it is we should meet
Near our old house on Chestnut Street
When I’m old in Washington Square…
“Hello,” you’ll say and I’ll reply
You’ll smile and I’ll try
To keep my voice sounding steady
And then I’ll say, “Oh you look pretty”
I’ll ask about our one-time friends
The ones I’ll never see again
Those friends will talk of us
Of how things were and what once was
When I’m old in Washington Square…
“Well”, you’ll say, “I’ve got to go
But we should keep in touch, you know”
And then I’ll feel my heart go crack
As you walk away and don’t look back
Oh, you’ll leave me sitting there
All alone in Washington Square
But maybe by then I won’t care
When I’m old in Washington Square
When I’m old in Washington Square…
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I have my directions
Written in some uncertain kind of code
I know these groves and orchards
But not the people that I see here on the road
And I have changed my money
For the paper they use here to pay
At stores where they speak that other language
And street lamp shadows slip on doorways
And I don’t feel like dancing
Wish you could hold my hand tonight
No I don’t feel like dancing
Wish you could hold me tight
I don’t feel like dancing any more
It’s snow. It’s snowing.
Footprints are running like a line of news
Black marks on white lined paper
Only history, just an insult, a bruise
These fields here don’t quite fit right
Like a map I don’t know how to fold
It’s one story. It still matters.
As long as that story is told
I don’t feel like dancing…
And even with my eyes closed
I’d know this place that might have been my home
The woods where trees are still scarred
With my name carved in like a poem
I barely fill this coat up
Sleeves as empty as the twilight sky
I’m heading to that house where
I once saw my father cry
And I don’t feel like dancing…
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4. |
Dream the Hardest Dream
03:52
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Lie, let the darkness come
Let yourself float down the river
Down that sweet dark stream
Rest, let go of the day
Don't be afraid of night
Dream the hardest dream
You can’t take flowers with you
Just one small smooth stone
Ravens and owls will watch you
You’re not alone
See, the sun starts to dissolve
And goes out like a spark
But stars can only shine
When the sky grows dark
You can’t take flowers with you
Just one small smooth stone
Ravens and owls will watch you
You’re not alone
Lie, hear the river’s song
Words that will not be spoken
Words that melt in light
Drift into the night
Dream the hardest dream
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5. |
Two Boys
02:16
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Once there were two boys
Both their parents’ pride
One brother killed
The other brother died
Once there were two boys
Generations turn
Families reverse
That blessing can
Become a parent’s curse
Generations turn
And so the lender
Becomes the debtor
And the begotten
Begets the begetter
Sin waits at your door
Yet you still may rule
Was that bleak
Judgment kind or cruel
Once there were two boys
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6. |
No Returns
02:23
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Gifts all lined up in a row
And each one with a bow
Corners all just so
But I haven't any bling for you
No all that I can bring for you
Is the song I sing for you
So when you open up
My little song
I hope I didn’t get
The size and color wrong
Well love, this is not show biz
My song comes "as is"
There’s no returns, as is
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7. |
Mr. Bluebird
03:42
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I look out my window, what do I see?
A bluebird sitting in a tree
He is one sad, depressive bird
Doesn’t chirp or sing a word
Mr. Bluebird, why are you so blue
Did Mrs. Bluebird up and walk out on you?
Hey Bluebird, you and I are one
You’re as blue as I’ve become
Well I thought that you brought happiness
But that’s for other folks, I guess
So let me buy you a round of birdseed
Or whatever you might need
Mr. Bluebird, why are you so blue
Did you get tired of trying to hide it too?
Hey Bluebird, you and I are one
And our sorrow’s just begun
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8. |
Prison as Paradise
02:46
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Once this world was a prison
Where my bond had no price
I’m still trapped but thanks to you
Now this prison is a paradise
I couldn’t bear this tiny world
Marked only by sacrifice
You’ve transformed my cage
Now this prison is a paradise
Dreams, I have dreams
I see the world breaking at the seams
And yet somehow I’ve found peace
Oh I’ve found my peace, yes I am released
In the void, in the dark
The slightest light will suffice
So I bless you and I thank you
Now this prison is a paradise
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9. |
Sunshine in My Heart
02:33
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Dark clouds low on the horizon
The sky promises
More rain before they depart
These are clouds to keep your eyes on
They’re very ominous
But I’ve got sunshine in my heart
Let it rain
Go on, do your worst
I won’t complain
Even when those clouds burst
All those rainy-day Cinderellas
Ducking under the bus stop
When they feel the rainfall start
And they reach for their umbrellas
Muttering, “This must stop!”
Oh I’ve got sunshine in my heart
Let it rain
Go on, do your worst
I won’t complain
Even when those clouds burst
There’s a lady on television
She’s pointing at isobars
On her fancy weather chart
Well I’ve made all my provisions
In my rainy-day penny jar
Yeah, I’ve got sunshine in my heart
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10. |
My Blue Hour
02:40
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My blue hour
When the sun has set
All the light hasn’t faded yet
My blue hour
Memories
As in a book
There’s light left for one last look
Memories
And when the curtain falls
And the lights are low
On stage, just a shadow
My blue hour
The music’s gone down
Let’s all have one last round
My blue hour
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11. |
Dance Where You Are
02:20
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Dance where you are
Berlin or Kandahar
Dance in Lackawanna
Ghana or Cote d’Ivoire
Oh yeah
Dance where you are
Dance where you are
To tuba and guitar
Dance to marimba
Kalimba or sitar
Yeah yeah
Dance where you are
Dance where you are
Don’t matter your repertoire
There is no style
Too wild or bizarre
Oh yeah
Dance where you are
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12. |
La Vita Nova
04:12
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Now that we can start over
Now that we can begin to live
I will be kind and loving
I will learn to forgive
I will hug all my loved ones
I will care for my friends
I will not get angry
I will build and make amends
La vita nova
The rising sun
Hard times are over
A new day’s begun
Let it come
What if the world is fresh and newborn
And yet I’m still the same?
What if all I have to offer
Is just more guilt and shame?
What if I face temptation?
And once again I’m overpowered?
And what if I am only
Just another lazy coward?
La vita nova
The sun will rise
Are the hard times really over?
Or back again in disguise?
La vita nova
The rising sun
Hard times are over
A new day has begun
Let it come
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Dennis Finnegan Oakland, California
Dennis Finnegan is a singer, guitarist & composer.
He has worked with lyricist Johny
Blood since the 1990s. They were the songwriters for (and members of) the eclectic rock band Along Came Jones from 2009-2013. Following Along Came Jones they wrote and performed avant-garde theater as The Book of Jones.
Mr. Finnegan has also composed for solo guitar, chamber and jazz ensembles, and film scores.
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