1. |
Favourite Color
03:02
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Verse 1:
Would you be my favourite color,
With your green and copper hues?
You are like a master's painting
Complete with reds and blues.
Verse 2:
Would you be my favourite city,
With your buildings full of light?
You are like the bursting quiet
That comes upon at silvery night.
Chorus:
And love wants you to stay here right now
And love says you should go
And breathing is a little easier at first, when you're around
And then when you're gone...
Verse 3:
Would you be my favourite movie,
With your plot twists and your bends?
You are like the resolution
That comes before the open end.
Verse 4:
Would you be my favourite weather,
With your cool breeze floating on?
You are like the clouds that cover
And the crying of the dawn.
Chorus:
And love washes us in its flood
And love makes us run
And breathing is a little tough at first, when you're around
And then when you're gone... (audible sigh)
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2. |
Love is a River
04:07
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Love is a River,
Raging fierce and free.
But I can't swim, I never learned,
Nobody taught me.
So if I get caught in the current,
I guess I'll drown.
Come on sweet River now,
And take me down.
'Cause I'm so far
From where I've been
I don't think if I run this race,
That I will win.
So, sing me a song,
A song I can live by.
This lonely feeling's about to melt my eyes!
Well, this breath must come to an end
But this flood never will
Heaven has a place for burning
And hell must have a place for light
And love is Water with a place for ebbs and flows
Seeds are made for planting
If the soil is just right
Roots and swirls make use of the undertows
Well, love can follow,
And love can flow.
The pain never subsides,
And yet, I don't wanna go.
Well, I only fish in the River now
'Cause I've learned a thing or two.
You say you'll never die,
But I will be there when you do.
Oh this breath must come to an end
But this flood never will
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3. |
Stairwell Magic
00:48
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4. |
The Art of What To Do
03:57
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What did you expect me to say
When you took my words away
Spreading dissent among the people
Always left a sense of play
What did you expect me to do
When you asked if it all was fine
I had nothing left to give to you
I wasn't even sure what was mine
I only know how to take from you anyway
To keep myself satisfied
In spite of all my noble fantasies
I was only along for the ride
I had found a gift in you at last
An answer to the longest question asked
The easiest of tensions ever building leading upward
So I held fast
I had found the top of the tower
Shrouded in a fog of clouds
Obscured by words that would devour
So I whispered them right out loud
You were like a shining comet shooting through
But I was ever oh so high
Instead of seeking greater heights you found a princess
To give you your own personal sky
Now she'll get the best of you (good for her)
She'll give you more of both of you (good for them)
They'll grow to be just like you (well good for you)
You learned the art of what to do
We would change the world together
If only your kingdom for a Pearl sir
Lose your faith and things get harder
But sell your soul then you're the martyr
I've often thought of how we took two roads
Yours was paved and mine was wild
I wouldn't have it any other way
But you're forever counting miles
Now she'll get the best of you (good for her)
She'll give you more of both of you (good for them)
They'll grow to be just like you (well good for you)
You learned the art of what to do
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5. |
Here We Are
05:00
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It's amazing how a little thing like this
Can take the wind right outta your sails
(Really quick, really fast)
Make you lose all track of time
And then you lose your spot in line and wind up with the snails
(Oh, wait - they just passed)
You can get up in the morning and say
"Hello Mr. Sunshine, do you have my back?"
(He'll say "Sure, but just 'til dark!")
Then as twilight starts to settle so do you upon a metal bench
You find yourself sleepin' in the park
(Oh my how stark)
As you drift away you see the moonlight
Climb down ladders made of trees to kiss your face
(And your and your hand)
Then you snap to suddenly and realize it's the flashlight
Of a cop and does he have mace?!
(Aw, c'mon man!)
Hey where'd you leave your self-respect
I had my own last time I checked I'll keep it, thanks
(Now please just move along)
You know a treasure's really slow to be found in this god-forsaken town
Just gimme five and I'll be gone
(Off to where I belong)
Running down the tracks
Ragnar, come for me
My head, it won't turn back
Ragnar, come for me
Come for me! (multiple times)
As you get up and you stretch your arms
You yawn a hollow sigh and sate your appetite
(At the first greasy spoon)
You notice sitting in the booth right next to you
Is a proselytizing blatherskite
(And it's not even noon)
He says he wants to tell you all the secrets
Of the Universe and would you like to come catch a ride
(On a star)
You pay and make your way to leave and turn and answer him
"Hey buddy but we've already come so far...
Have we arrived? Well, HERE WE ARE."
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Karen Schembs Minneapolis, Minnesota
Karen's music is a soulful creation of bluesy folk rock that throws a subtly brightening light on the universal subjects of love, pain, and the mysteries of survival. Through the broad range of her passionate voice, and her rhythmic guitar playing style, she delivers an original, lyric-packed performance sure to leave listeners pensive and inspired. ... more
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