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Breathing Again
04:15
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Breathing, breathing again.
Shedding this cocoon so I can fly with you.
I’m Healing, feeling good again.
Washing my body and soul to help me love again.
Believing, believing again.
Believing in this human race, one face at a time.
Believing, believing again.
Believing in this human race, one face at a time. (break)
(Breathing. I’m breathing. I’m breathing)
I’m breathing, breathing again.
Shedding this cocoon so I can fly with you.
I’m Healing, feeling good again.
Washing my body and soul to help me love again.
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Road Trippin'
05:01
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I’m headin’ out, to wander to places, to be where I can be free.
If the sky is falling, it won’t stop the calling, to be where I can be me.
Feeling’ the breeze in my hair. Smellin’ the breathing air. I can’t wait to be there.
Driving along in my intergalactic speedboat of light and wonder.
Driving along in my intergalactic speedboat. (Ahhh).
Driving along in my intergalactic speedboat of light and wonder. I’m road tripping.
Cruisin’ down hiways, turnin’ down byways, meet the folks who are salt of the earth.
They’ll do anything for you, sing songs of love for you, stopping at diners they’re serving up hot desert.
Feeling at ease in this chair. Coffee smells in the air. Now I don’t wanna go anywhere. (break)
Feeling’ the breeze in my hair. Smellin’ the breathing air. I can’t wait to be there.
Driving along in my intergalactic speedboat of light and wonder.
Driving along in my intergalactic speedboat. (Ahhh).
Driving along in my intergalactic speedboat of light and wonder. I’m road tripping.
Cruisin’ down hiways, turnin’ down byways, meet the folks who are salt of the earth.
They’ll do anything for you, sing songs of love for you, stopping at diners they’re serving up hot desert.
Feeling at ease in this chair. Coffee smells in the air. Now I don’t wanna go anywhere.
I’m road tripping.
I’m headin’ out, to wander to places, to be where I can be free.
If the sky is falling, it won’t stop the calling, to drive me to where I can be me,
to drive me to where I can be me. to drive me to where I can be me…
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3. |
You Make Me Feel
04:14
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Your radiant beauty never gets old, it’s fresh every day like the Texas sunsets.
Now, what I see is a heart and soul, that shows me forever yet it can freeze a moment.
It’s more than what my eyes can see, it’s a mystical thing binding you and me
And you know it makes me feel… You make me feel…
You make me feel good. You make me feel good . (You make me feel)
When I get down & feelin’ real low, I crawl in a hole, & try to hide forever.
Then you take my hand, & flash me a smile, sending your love to make me feel better.
It’s more than what my eyes can see, it’s a mystical thing binding you and me
And you know it makes me feel… You make me feel…
You make me feel good. You make me feel good . (You make me feel)
__ You , you make me feel, you make me feel good, yeah you can make me feel real good
__ Yeah yeah you, can make me feel, make me feel good, yeah you make me feel good.
Your radiant beauty never gets old, it’s fresh every-day like the Texas sunsets.
It’s more than what my eyes can see, it’s a mystical thing binding you and me
And you know it makes me feel… You make me feel…
You make me feel good. You make me feel good . (You make me feel)
__ You , you make me feel, you make me feel good, yeah you can make me feel real good
__ Yeah yeah you, can make me feel, make me feel good, yeah you make me feel good.
You make me feel good, You make me feel good, You make me feel good…bop bop.
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4. |
Cosmo
05:15
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Come lay by the fire, the night’s in full bloom, sing as we howl at the moon.
This cozmic sight, is such a delight, that the dish ran away with the spoon.
Come la-a-a-a-a-a y-y-y-y- by-the-fire, Look wa-a-a-a-a-y up-higher.
This moon’s in-full glory, throwing off a cool glowing aura, (that helps us….)
See blue shadows, dancing from the, light so yellow, shining from the moon. Mr. Cosmo. Mr. Cosmo.
Make a wish as we spoon, behold this full moon, it sparkles for just you and I.
With color so golden, it’s bright as the sun, and it looks like a big pizza pie.
Do ya feel the air-waves, bathing us with healing moon rays?
This cozmic wonder, makes my body shudder, (as I-I-I-I....)
See blue shadows, dancing from the, light so yellow, shining from the moon. Mr. Cosmo. Mr. Cosmo.
Mr. Cosmo says nothing, but he just goes on shining, (shining, a night light to….)
See blue shadows, dancing from the, light so yellow, shining from the moon. Mr. Cosmo. Mr. Cosmo.
Cosmo…La la la la la, la la la ...Cosmo, Cosmo, Cosmo. La la la la la, la la la. Cosmo.
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5. |
Free To Mystery
04:56
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I’m free-e-e-e-e. Free to make mistakes that knock me down.
I’m free-e-e-e-e. Free to rise back up or hug the ground.
I’m tangled up with you …you’re tangled up with me, and together we’ll unwind the mysteries.
We’ll unwind Life’s little mysteries.
I’m free-e-e-e-e. Free to search for clues that solve my crimes.
I’m free-e-e-e-e. Free to learn the answers that may bind.
Now I don’t understand love, but I understand you, and that’s close enough
to tangle up with you in this crazy human race. Together we’ll unravel Life’s mysteries.
OOOOH….We’ll unwind Life’s mysteries. OOOOH…. We’ll unwind Life’s mysteries.
I’m free-e-e-e-e, I’m free-e-e-e-e..
I’m free-e-e-e-e. Free to tangle-up in love’s mysteries.
I’m tangled up with you …you’re tangled up with me, and together we’ll unwind the mysteries.
We’ll unwind Life’s little mysteries.
Now I don’t understand love, but I understand you, and that’s close enough
to tangle up with you in this crazy human race. Together we’ll unravel Life’s mysteries
OOOOH….We’ll unwind Life’s mysteries. OOOOH…. We’ll unwind Life’s mysteries..
I’m Free-e-e. Free to tangle up with you in life’s mysteries.
I’m Free-e-e. Free to tangle up with you in life’s mysteries.
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6. |
How Do I Know
04:22
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My skin burns as I face the sky,
but no fire is near…they say that it’s the sun. But how do I know…?
A lone leaf dances , dances ‘cross the ground,
but there’s no partner in sight… they say that it’s the wind. But how do I know…?
I can’t see it… but the vision is clear. Can’t put my finger on it… but I can feel that it’s near.
There’s something there that’s real, I’d bet my life on it.
But how I do really know… how I do really know? How do I really, really know?
Waves crash the shore, rolling in from the sea,
but no boats are making wakes… they say that it’s the moon. How do I know?
After a rain, colors arch the sky,
but there’s no paintbrush around… they say that it’s a promise. But how do I know…?
She flashes a smile… I flush all over, but no fever have I… they say it’s love.
I fall head over, head over heals, but no one pushes me… yeah, it MUST be love.
It must be love. (It must be love, it must be love.)
I can’t see it… but the vision is clear. Can’t put my finger on it… but I can feel that it’s near.
There’s something there that’s real, I’d bet my life on it.
But how do I know… how do I know, how do I know, how do I know, how do I know?
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7. |
Through The Years
02:53
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I’ve loved and lost and then I’ve loved again,
Some have been more than just good friends.
But when it’s over and the loving ends,
I’ll find another and start all over again.
‘Cause through the years, I’ve cried only useless tears,
For the love that’s never come or never been.
But now I hear those bells a ringing in my ears,
And you are where my happiness begins.
Time has flown and I have grown to know you are the one.
And love is something we can share.
Loving you is everything that I’ve never done,
And now I can, ‘cause I know you care. (flute solo)
Time has flown and I have grown to know you are the one.
And love is something we can share.
Loving you is everything that I’ve never done,
And now I can, ‘cause I know you care.
I’ve loved and lost and then I’ve loved again,
Some have been more than just good friends.
But now I’ve found you and the love begins,
We’ve found each other and the need for another’s at end.
‘Cause through the years, I’ve cried only useless tears,
For the love that’s never come or never been.
But now I hear those bells a ringing in my ears,
And you are where my happiness begins.
You are where my happiness begins. You are where my happiness begins.
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8. |
The Story Ends
04:29
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This is where the story ends. This is where the story ends, Ooh Ooh
Mmmmmm.
Close the book, turn out the light. The last of the words disappeared last night.
They took all the words that we can say… they scooped ‘em up and locked them away.
Mmmmmmm.
No more stories ‘bout truth or love. No more songs from the snow-white dove.
It’s all been cancelled… it’s the end. Try to catch the words, they’re blowin’ in the wind.
Mmmmmmm.
This is where the stories end. This is where the stories end, Ooh Ooh.
Mmmmmm.
From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters, no bedtime stories for our sons and daughters.
Someone tried to stop the thieves in the night. But the neighbors didn’t help with a torch or a light.
Mmmmmmm.
They might try to tell us what we can say, but they can’t control what we can hear.
So, harden your mouths and soften your ears, listen to your neighbors and hold them dear.
Put down your pens, put down your knives. An I for an eye leaves everybody blind.
You can’t change a thing if you can’t change yourself. Turn to your sisters and brothers for help.
Is this where our stories end?
Let’s find our words and start again.
Mmmmmmm
This is where the story ends. This is where the story ends. ooh ooh…
Mmmmmmmm, Mmmmmmm. Mmmmmmm.
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9. |
Gently Down The Stream
02:54
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Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.
Row, row, row your boat see the water bubble
Don’t back up or turn around, ‘cause it may cause you trouble.
Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.
Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream
Float, float, float your ship gently to the sea
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.
Sail, sail, sail your boat to the open water
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, all you sons and daughters.
Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream. (sung in a round)
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10. |
Foolish Fantasy
03:41
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It might be a foolish fantasy, It might be a foolish fantasy
It might be a foolish fantasy
A cloud veiled, beholder scene,
But Hollywood would envy
Eyes such as yours upon it’s screen. (a foolish fantasy, a foolish fantasy)
Tho I were an artist of books
And held great fame in plays,
I could ner do justice describing you
In your sweet and lovely ways.
You leave a spot upon my mind
That acid will not wipe,
You’ve been to me an inspiration
These pent up lines to write.
It might be a foolish fantasy
A cloud veiled, beholder scene,
But Hollywood would envy
Eyes such as yours upon it’s screen. (a foolish fantasy, a foolish fantasy)
A mouth that seems to challenge
The first who comes along –
I’ll say no more about you, Wanda,
Lest you dare laugh at this song.
It might be a foolish fantasy
A cloud veiled, beholder scene,
But Hollywood would envy
Eyes such as yours upon it’s screen. (a foolish fantasy, a foolish fantasy, a foolish fantasy)
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Perry Malcolm Jarrell Hico, Texas
Perry Malcolm Jarrell email: pjarrellsr@yahoo.com
Other Fiddy 8 Albums, found in Bob Tupper's Bandcamp
site:
The Cake: bobtupper.bandcamp.com/album/the-cake-fiddy-8
House of Dreams: bobtupper.bandcamp.com/album/house-of-dreams
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