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Let me describe the scene of the crime
Give a sense of what we have become
From aspiring to climb to the state of sublime
We are now just uncomfortably numb
Together alone, the moments drift by
We click and we swipe and we stream
What we were, what we are, and what we will be
All bundled up inside a dream.
It is what it is
Maybe I’m passive, maybe tuned out
I prefer to play dumb most the time
Faced by the scale, like a fish to a whale
Complicity is my own, it’s my own crime.
My brain, in a bid to stay sane
Decided to split and lay low
The layer on top is all knee-jerk acceptance
The layer below’s where I know.
It is what it is ... that’s what they say
I prefer to believe there’s a way
I say no no no no
It’s not necessarily, not necessarily so
No No No
I know the circumstance, what to expect
All that’s really required is just basic respect.
Where is it going, what does it mean
How does it link the past
Above and below, betwixt and between
There’s a void in the place of what’s passed.
You can say things are better, the challenges less
We play and we think nothing deep
Anonymous nobodies, nothing unless
We decline to be lulled into sleep.
It is what it is ... that’s what they say
I prefer to believe there’s a way
I say no no no no
It’s not necessarily, not necessarily so
No No No
This may be trickier than I suspect
There’s so much forgotten, twisted and wrecked
Yes, I know the circumstance, what to expect
But there’s hope of another way, one of respect.
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Bang Bang Bang
04:22
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Bangbangbang
There are days like this, when I just can't miss
When the world is on my side
It's the way to be, Infallibility
Now I can take that in my stride
On anything I've tried, on a day that simply glows
It's verified that, everything just goes
Bang bang bang
It's not every day, that I feel this way
One in ten's not so bad, for sure
But I do persist, cos I'm an optimist
I know there'll always be a cure
You can't call me insecure
I always do suppose
Tomorrow's a day when, every last thing goes
Bang bang bang
i'm not a fool i know exactly how things hang
It's not as if the world could hear that song I sang
Feeling so good could come back to hit me, like a boomarang
But what the hell i'm feeling just like bang bang bang
I watch the stars beyond the bars
The door slammed with a clang
My cell is cold, I won't be paroled
Forever on this chain-gang.
But wait! I spoke too soon!
I will be released at noon!
Bang bang bang!
I'm a lucky guy, I couldn't tell you why
But it's always been that way
May it long be so,m but will it, I don't know
Tomorrow who can really say
My karma's good but hey
Gotta stay right on my toes
And catch that day when everything still goes
Bang bang bang
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Never More Than Now
03:41
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I remember, you fast asleep
When you were young
The sound of your breathing more magical
Than any song, that was ever sung
Then years later, on a mountain road
You and me, walking through the day
An aura of enchantment encompassed you
Blew them all away.
More than the laughter
More than the rush
Of thrills that seemed so intense
But really just made no sense
Even at first blush
More than excitement
More than the wow
I appreciate the little things
The little joys that living brings
Never more than now.
Another verse, another story
This one of giggling and three
That was your age and that was the number
I was lucky that the three included me.
What is beauty, what endures
Is not the glow of youth
It's not a face, or even grace
I think that beauty's probably just truth.
More than the laughter
More than the rush
Of thrills that seem so intense
But really just make no sense
Even at first blush
More than excitement
More than the wow
I appreciate the little things
The little joys that living brings
Never more than now.
Now is the time, to find a rhyme
Without admitting high crime
My achievements and my failures,
Tell me that there are no saviors.
I'm not sure, what I'm handing on
Really there is just one thought
I will allow
It's not about treasure or even pleasure
But a point of view I will avow
Never more than now.
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Critique
03:01
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I poured my heart into the process of production
A storm of creative fire
Out came this song, I wonder if It's done
Time to enquire.
It's a disposable and silly little number
A microscopic piece of art
So show me no mercy, there's no controversy
Rip it right apart.
I'm feeling pretty damn copacetic
I like it but that's just me
I got the chords, lyrics, melody, but what I lack is
Objectivity.
Don't hold back, I want you to attack
Yes, give me all your comments and suggestions
On every single word and note
Reveal all the cracks, critique to the max
Go for the throat
Chill, be still my beating ego
It's so nice to
Go through the wringer as writer and singer
And get some advice.
I'm ready for a talk-to or a takedown
But no need to get too vexed
Constructive forever, destructive whatever
On to the next.
Oh no, Here comes that feedback flood
Oh no, Looks like its judged a dud
It's possible it's not complete perfection
I concede that it might be flawed
I get it, indeed, there's really no need
To applauded
Don't hold back, I want you to attack
So thank you for the slings and all the arrows
The candid barbs and the oblique
I dealt with the flak, with no answering back
Critique
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A Winter's Day
04:57
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I remember a winter’s day,
A long long time ago
The wind was cold, the sky was grey
The city laid out below
I was breathing the scent of her hair
Looking so hard, but trying not to stare
On that winter’s day
She was heading home
What on earth could I say
She in colour, me in monochrome
To me she was perfect, with beauty and style
She looked over at me, and gave me a smile
And the angels sang and the trumpets played
And the fireworks lit up the sky
For a moment it seemed like the world was mine
For a moment it seemed as if I couldn’t die.
On that winter’s day,
A long, long time ago
We walked along, my brain felt like clay
Discussed the weather, Looked down at the glow
Twisted inside, I took a second to pray
Then I asked her to go to a movie, and she said ... okay.
And the angels sang and the trumpets played
And the fireworks lit up the sky
For a moment it seemed like the world was mine
For a moment it seemed as if I couldn’t die.
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Pooh Sticks
03:11
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Out On The Road
03:54
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The PCH
04:08
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I’m on my way
They say dreams can come true
The sky’s as wide as the future
The road, it runs right through.
The Pacific Coast Highway
Heading for LA
This is the one, this is the chance
I’ll beat them all, and I’ll break away.
I own this road
Every inch is mine
A one lane highway on my side
Part of a grand design.
Cliffs bear down upon me
Rollers lead me astray
But I’ll find a way between them all
I’ll make my own path and I’ll break away.
San Francisco and Pescadero
Monterey and Carmel
Big Sur and Morro Bay
Paso Robles and Pismo Beach
Arroyo Grande and Vandenberg
Santa Ynez and Santa Barbara
Ventura, Malibu
Santa Monica and Century City
Inspiration
These places have it all
Big Sur is still Big Sur
Even when traffic’s at a crawl.
The pounding Pacific
The air like salt sorbet
The bling’s ahead, you heard what i said
This is it now, all the way.
North to south
The sun is in my eyes
The ocean’s deep and oh so wide
With all that that implies.
It’s one of those days
When the world’s much more than okay
The change is on, my doubts are gone,
I’ll beat them all, I’m gonna break away...
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Graham Earnshaw China
Graham Earnshaw is a businessman, writer & musician and publisher of Earnshaw Books. He has recorded a number of albums of his own songs, of which there are many. He fronted the best rock band in China 1979-1984, helped revive live music in Shanghai’s in the mid-1990s, and continues to write and perform whenever anyone will let him. He plays the guitar, the harmonica and the fool. ... more
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