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Some questions and some guesses...about dreams.
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BETWEEN OUR DREAMS Capo @ 2 KEY F
FM7 - When we are born do dreams begin
Or was it dreams we dwelt within
C - And when we die does dreaming cease…
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CROOKED - 052310
There is an outfit that hires Latinos to push these little wheeled boxes (some are actually tricycles they ride) cooled with dry ice and filled with all flavors of popsicles that they sell for 50 cents. At some point it became…
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Written in Isaba, Spain 2003. On location shooting THE STONE RAFT/HET STENEN VLAT/La Balsa de Piedra. If you leave me a note, please tell me who you are.
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"Somewhere between the stumbling and the falling..."
SOMEWHERE
G capo @ 2 - live @ 4
Somewhere between the summer and the winter
The leaves between the tree tops and the fall
Somewhere between my heart and circled letters
Somewhere…
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A GOOD CRY
Rick Babb/JMT
Why don't you cry
I know you need to
A tear is meant to ease your pain
A flood could come
And it would wash you
So, don't you try and hold it back
A good cry can't be bad
Why don't you cry
Come her, I'll…
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THE LAST TIME I SAW GRAND PA
The last time I saw grand pa was sixty years agp
Palmdale, California and I was four years old
He was stooped and withered
A worn-out little man. I remember him the best I can
I swear I saw my grand pa in…
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My mom is 91 and still holding on.
The people that help her make it thru
each day have learned that there is no
sense in arguing with her about who they
are or when it is...thus the song.
MAMA HAS A TIME MACHINE key - Em
Mama has a…
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The story is at www.iburymydead.com
THE CHILD WITH THE BEAUTIFUL NAME
What remains of an eagle that's fallen
The roots of an oak tree now claim
To draw sap for the shade for the cattle
O're the child with the beautiful name
The law…
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Sequoia Memories...Capo @ 5
C
Off the coast of California
Where the dolphins ride the waves
We stood and watched them from the cliffs above
Until the sunlight went away
Then we slept in ancient shadows
Underneath the redwood trees…
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SIX OCLOCK SHADOWS
At six p'clock the windmill throws it's shadow on the grave
The cattle chew their cud and lowly low above the one we didn't save
The broken body buried there beneath the sod we carried there that day
And tho we hold each…
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