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STRANGE AND BEAUTIFUL THINGS
Look around, all you see are constellations,
Patterns of abuse and patterns of migration
Following the stars, trying to hide their scars,
It’s either magic or it’s not, don’t matter,
The miracle still shines in every splatter and in stroke
Of tragedy or joke,
Strange and beautiful things have come over me –
It’s not a blessing, or a beating,
It’s not confessing or believing,
It’s a “Here I am,” and “There it is”
Look around all you see is inspiration,
Good people and good vibrations coming to your door,
Well, who could ask for more?
And every day’s another combination
Of human being, butterfly, a molecule, a whole damn nation,
Whatever you can see –
Strange and beautiful things have come over me.
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Keep On Running
05:01
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KEEP ON RUNNING
Your skin and my skin,
Just gloves for the hands of fate,
Eternity announcing time in small, specific dates,
And it’s too damn big for me to know the finer choice,
Too much chaos, too much noise to hear the one true voice,
So I keep on running,
keep on running,
keep on running
We feel the pull, our minds are full
Of all the hopes and dreams and schemes
And the force of all four winds blows
Through our minds and we begin
To long for running, long for running, long for running,
They say soul mates when they meet too soon,
Can’t handle it, are bound for doom,
Too much a mirror, too much the same,
The pain outweighs the higher gain,
I’ll smoke another cigarette,
You’ll drink another beer,
We’ll start to measure time again,
We’ll swallow down our fear,
And we’ll take turns running,
take turns running,
take turns running,
yeah, we’ll keep on running
keep on running
keep on running
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3. |
Song for Townes
06:24
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SONG FOR TOWNES
I lay me down in a room where a man like me was already dying,
And I thought, “why do we choose the demise of ourselves as rebellion?”
If the calling is God, then the muse is the Devil,
Something’s wrong with this path, something’s not on the level,
It’ll nip at your heels and give without warning,
Close your eyes and pray you’ll be here in the morning,
Well, it’s a sordid affair, hardly right, hardly fair when it gets you,
But the sounds just come out, and it’s too late for doubt, you just go,
If the calling is God, I say the muse is the Devil,
Something’s wrong with this path, something’s not on the level,
There are too many thoughts that flood in without warning,
Close your eyes and pray there’ll be some truth in the morning,
There’s salvation in bits, in the kindness of strangers and friends,
And if you just push on through, there’ll be more when you get ‘round the bend,
If the calling is God, then the muse is the Devil,
Something’s wrong with this path, something’s not on the level,
Hearts can twist from their core and turn without warning,
Close your eyes and pray there’ll be love in the morning,
Well, if it makes you feel free, how can you disagree with the theory
That to live is to fly, you just can’t deny that it’s true,
If the calling is God, I say the muse is the Devil,
Something’s wrong with this path, something’s not on the level
If you rise to the sky your wings will melt without warning,
Close your eyes and pray they’ll be there in the morning,
And if it all goes wrong and if I have no place to fall,
At the end of the day, it’s still you that I wish I could call,
If the calling is God, and the muse is the Devil,
And if they both point at you, I can only just revel
At the beauty I’ve seen, and the songs for the showing,
That will be here when I’m not in the morning.
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4. |
George Street
04:20
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GEORGE STREET
I’m walking on George street with my feelings mixed,
I thought that by now this whole chasm would be fixed,
I know this is your place, and so it shall be,
But I had to come here just to set myself free,
And you spoke much about it so it’s always been dear,
And I’ve come full of memories, though it’s my first time here,
And all I can do, boy, is sit by this pier
And send you my love, hon, and shed us a tear,
And it’s not that I’m worried, I know it’s alright,
Time keeps moving I can’t put up a fight,
I’m not gonna win it, and if I’m gonna lose,
I might as well try not to carry these blues.
I’ll always love you, hope you’re doing ok,
But as much as I can I’ll stay out of your way,
I came to George Street to get you off my mind,
But I guess that you’re staying and I guess that’s just fine
It’s not that I’m worried, I know it’s alright,
Time keeps moving, I can’t put up a fight,
I’m not gonna win it, and if I’m gonna lose,
I might as well try not to carry these blues…
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5. |
Delicate Times
03:59
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DELICATE TIMES
These are delicate times, they can see all our thoughts,
And that’s just what they’re after, to snuff out the laughter,
Well, isn’t it good that it’s out in the open,
Gaping and broken for all to see?
These are dangerous days, the clock’s ticking faster,
And knowledge is burning too fast for learning,
Well isn’t it good that that we quicken our pace,
Keep up with the race to know we’re alive,
And far from me to say I’m anyone,
It’s all so vague, it’s all so here-and-gone,
But maybe, if you lend a hand,
I’ll give you mine,
These are dangerous times, I don’t know what to do,
If to sit around waiting, or try participating,
Well, isn’t it good just to go with the flow,
Use what we know and hope for the best?
Far from me to say I’m anyone,
It’s all so vague, it’s all so here and gone,
But maybe if you lend a hand, I’ll give you mine,
I’ll give you mine
There are sumptuous moments, I don’t know if they’re real,
They’re as transient as memories, fleeting as dreams,
Well, isn’t it good that it’s so hard to clasp,
When it’s out of our grasp, that’s when it’s free.
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Sally
02:34
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SALLY
Sally, I thought you were so beautiful,
I wanted to know what your eyes wouldn’t show
‘neath those perfect eyelashes and glitter and glow,
Suffice it to say that I was a fan,
I would have kissed you if I were a man,
It didn’t occur to me that I can,
Just as soon as I saw you, my courage ran,
And besides I was too busy dreaming of dresses and rings
To consider the sheer openness of things,
I wanted smooth legs and smooth arms,
Smooth man, with sweet charms,
What I wouldn’t do for my dreams to come true,
Sally, I say this in vain,
Attraction and jealousy are almost the same,
Either way I was left feeling shame
When that perfect complexion caused a sweet sort of pain,
Sally, I still got a picture of you,
It’s got nothing to do with the girl I once knew,
And maybe that’s why we take pictures always
So we can freeze things in frames and then silently gaze,
Oh, can we all just agree
that beauty is quite a great mystery
And I just want to understand
How to grasp it with my little ugly hand,
Sally..
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Sharp-tongued Girl
05:49
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SHARP TONGUED GIRL
You fly into the room with your arms and hands waving,
Nobody misses your entrance,
Your voice is low but manic, your words are suggestive,
You’ve conquered us all with your tits and your wits,
But when the night is through and the laughing ones exit,
You turn to me and admit,
That you’ve been forsaken by those who should love you,
And this ain’t no world for a sharp-tongued girl,
This ain’t no world for a sharp-tongued girl
You painstakingly tell me of your alleged transgressions,
I grimace and tsk as you do,
I don’t understand how anyone would hurt you,
When you are so smart and so true,
They wanted your pleasure, when they caused you but pain,
And when you spoke up they said,
“Don’t come again,”
Isn’t it obvious that they are wrong,
But this ain’t no world for a sharp-tongued girl,
This ain’t no world for a sharp-tongued girl
I try to listen as precisely as I can,
I nod my head to your rhythm,
I can’t help suspect that I understand
What you’re saying to me,
And you’re saying to me that
We’re both so afraid of being made fools,
For the choices we’ve made and for breaking the rules,
But we weren’t rebelling, we were just being honest,
And this ain’t no world for a sharp-tongued girl,
This ain’t no world for a sharp-tongued girl
You want it easy now, you want to rest,
I think you just need love, and I will confess
That I’d love you if I could, but there is no way
Cause I’ve got to be a sharp-tongued girl in this world,
And I want to love you for all that you say,
To offer solution and show you the way,
But you’re already liberated, and ain’t it a drag,
That that don’t make you feel any more free,
This ain’t no world for a sharp-tongued girl,
This ain’t no world for a sharp-tongued girl
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8. |
Still Learning
06:39
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STILL LEARNING
Well I’m unhappy, and that’s nothing new,
It seems to have a lot to do with you,
If it’s this rotten, then it’s best to leave,
It’s not the loss of love, but the bad fit that I grieve,
I’m still learning how to love,
I’m still learning how to love.
You may think that I’m a traitor,
A coward and a liar and a cheat,
But when something is truly this possessing
You just can’t help your own two feet,
I’m still learning how to love,
I’m still learning how to love
I think everybody’s lying all the time,
Well that’s no easy way to go,
But in my heart there’s only one answer,
And I thought, I just thought you should know
That I’m still learning how to love,
I’m still learning how to love
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One Voice
02:49
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ONE VOICE
One voice is dealing with the distance to the past,
One voice is dealing with the present and it’s moving fast,
One voice is trying to record it all,
All the realisations as they rise and fall,
As they rise and fall
And the body it just wants a quiet night,
A night that’s free from pain, a night that’s free from fright
And, hey, a little pleasure wouldn’t go astray,
It’s the only treasure, so many people say,
So many people say,
I’ve got some symptoms of growing old,
But I’ve always had them, or so I’m told
By friends who have lasted long enough to know,
You know I never see them coming,
But I hate to see them go,
Well, here I am, what do you want of me,
The stage instruction’s vague and I’m all apology,
Ah, hell, there’s no director, are you kidding me,
There’s nobody behind me
And the stage’s just scenery,
The stage’s just scenery,
I’ve got some good ideas, I guess
But I’m having trouble getting up and getting dressed,
I just want a little more support,
You know, I’m fine, I’m fine,
I’m just a little out of sorts,
Cause one voice is dealing with the distance to the past,
One voice is dealing with the present, and it’s moving fast,
One voice is trying to record it all,
All the realisations as they rise and fall,
As they rise and fall
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10. |
Sweet By and By
05:05
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SWEET BY AND BY
In the sweet by and by,
This old heart won’t be racing,
There’ll be sweet arms embracing
And the soul won’t be cold
And that long stifled cry
Will be a sweet lullaby
There’ll be no need to sigh
In that sweet by and by
If the bullets push through us
And the war cries are heard,
The blood that seeps from us
Will render all absurd
Cause it won’t mean a thing
If you were pauper or king,
When the end comes to take us
We all get the same wings
I’ve always loved that old gospel somehow,
Never needed it much, like I’m needing it now,
Sweet by and by, come and take me away,
Cause I’m all full of sorrow and you’re so far away
If that meteor hits,
and everything shatters
There will be such relief,
cause nothing will have mattered
And the dust that we came from
will be the dust we’ve become,
And all of our anguish
will be in pieces and crumbs,
Don’t be afraid, cause there ain’t nothing we can do,
And there’s enough love around us to carry us through,
And whatever the shackles whatever the yoke,
When the sweet by and by comes it will all be a joke,
I’ve always loved that old gospel somehow
Never needed it much like I’m needing it now
Sweet by and by come and take me away
Cause I’m all full of sorrow, and you’re so far away.
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Orit Shimoni
Orit has toured internationally for over a decade. With 12 highly acclaimed albums, she has a substantial, devout, and diverse following. Known for her intelligent and accessible song-writing and her mesmerising voice. Her sets span themes and styles that transport listeners into and out of themselves. A seasoned writer and performer Orit Shimoni is a unique and vital voice in these times. ... more
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