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In
The Early Winter Trees
R. Martin
On the bridge down below us
Lives a forest all in green
Where are the colors red and golden
In the early winter trees?
I don't know why it's hard to say what
We know is right and what is wrong
Can't you see the season's longer
Then it was the year before
This song's for you and me
With the time that's left
Do something
In this other place you speak of
Up above the cloud and sky
What it is that you believe in
What's the use if you deny
All of those you'll leave behind
Some of whom are flesh and bone
Will only know what open space was
From a picture book of long ago
This song's for you and me
With the time that's left
Do something.
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Make
The Days Run Fast
R. Martin
Make the days run fast
Little
brother.
Every given task
Into another
In a distant land
Under desert
Sandy
skies.
You and I
Had walked the fields and forests
With the sounds
of spring
Singing for us
Bound by flesh and blood
And a story
Hand
in hand.
Hold my hand.
In our perfect world
There was
Softness
and meaning.
Up ahead
There was war
And sounds of mortar rounds
Make
the days run fast
Little brother
Every given task
Into another
In
a distant land
Where you’re dreaming
Hold my hand
Whatever lies before
us
For everyone
It is unknown.
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The
Space In a Song To Think
R. Martin
Just when you think
noone's looking
All the eyes are focused on
What it was I meant to say
In
the meaning of a song
What if all I meant to do
Was to clear an open space
In
between the page and ink
There was only you
Only you
I may see a
gold rush
You may see a black cloud
What it is that I see
Isn¹t what
you see at all
What if all I meant to do
Was to clear an open space
In
between the page and ink
There was only you
Only you
Let this be
learning
That we're all allowed
To take what we need
And to give what
is needed
What is needed
We may speak of daybreak
We may speak of
night fall
I will speak of slowness
To be sure we see it all
All it was
I meant to do
Was to clear an open space
In between the page and ink
There
is only you
Only me
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After
Midnight
R. Martin
After midnight in a bungalow
There's
a countdown
To when he's leaving those comrades
On the ground
Hardened faces
Painted green and gold
All that's missing if the truth
be told
Is the will to fight once more
Every thought was of his wife
and kids.
In an order they would
Tear apart what once was sound.
Family
parts left orphans without homes.
Back on the ground
There were parades
Promises and accolades
Every night he's with his wife and kids
At
home the hero's having nightmares
Of all he's done.
After Midnight
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Pieces
R. Martin
At long last he came to me
But in pieces.
Held only
together
By the skin and the bones
And the strongest will I've ever known
And the fear of floating.
Take him fast today
So it's over before he knows.
Close your eyes and remember
The young boy wading
At the bend in
the river
And with your soul on a string
Cast it to the warm wind
This moment means everything
You're forgiven.
Now go.
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To
Prove Them Wrong
R. Martin
There's no need
To prove
them wrong
Just write the words
That come to you.
When your mind
Is a big black box
Filled with ugly thoughts
Be brave and open it.
Don't pretend
That the hungry crowd
Isn't what you want
They've
come for you
So tell the tale
Of a wise old bard
Take them once
around
The block and lead them.
No more questions.
You're beautiful,
Beauty.
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One September Day
G. Klein/R. Martin
Rows of steely windows
Once kept us safe
In
one twisted moment
One September day.
The view from the ledges
All blue
into black into nothing
Take hold a strangers hand
To join the departed
There's
only danger
If we choose to stay
Out from the wreckage
There's only you
And
only me now
It's true that in a moment
A life can flash before us
Where
all the streams and forests
And generations pass us
Take hold a strangers
hand
To join the departed
There's only danger
If we choose to stay
Out
from the wreckage
There's only you
Only me
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Song,
Song
B. Mehldau/R. Martin
Song, song
In my heart a song
Meant only for
her ear
Song, song
When we part a song
To keep her memory clear
My
wish?
A phrase or gentle hand
To keep her from ado
Song, song
Make
her heart a home
For me when I return
There’s no need to fret
Or
speak
It won’t be long my dear
Song, song
Make her heart a home
For
me when I return
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As We Are
B. McHenry/R. Martin
Out in the open
Where pasts are spoken
All
pacts are broken
Yours and mine.
We'll stop pretending
Feigned love
could mend his
Secret thoughts and lonesome words
All of our time spent
Not
in the moment
Miles and miles of lines
That weren't ours
Living like
they were
When they aren't
Bleeding hearts
In need of care
Are red
and soaking
When we expose what
We're most afraid of
We'll move along
just
As we are
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Use Of Light
K. Rosenwinkel/R. Martin
Winters use of light
Casts it's stars
Pale
moon
Frozen lines of railroad cars
Still burn through
The blinding
trail
In her heart
That's restless
And miles away
From the
shoreline
It’s tangled waves
Along the river wild
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A
Million Miles
R. Martin
I asked you how
Your love would change
In a million miles
A
hundred years
A single day.
Gentle and kind
He took my hand,
"This
love is old
Traveled and sewn
What's past
What's forward
My heart
is yours".
The silvery night
Will pass just like
The last one
What's yours is mine
This moon
The sun
And stars
Hang over head
Like an ancient muse.
I don't know why
It took this long
To
find your face
In the crowd
No matter, love.
I found you now.
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Just A Boy
R. Martin
Past the bookends
Stairwells and phantoms.
Faced with
the pages
Of ancients and sages.
Over mines
The writer's blocked.
Overtired
His thoughts are bound and tied.
The mooring passed us
So
our fleet went in search of
Answers to questions
Without Gods
Or fearful
hearts
Just a boy
And his firm belief
That the sun
Is all
he needs.
The beautiful and wide eyed
Are the ones who'll get things
done
There's not a soul around who understands this
Like his mother does
For
us all there comes a time
When the spark
Grows dim
Then dies
Then
change.
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A Place in the Country
R. Martin
Picture minds working for what's good
So that all things
could have a place their own.
If every inch is a concrete box
What's
free is only what you'll buy into.
There's no turning back
Every
garden tilled into another monstrous mess
Birds are silenced by our rude desire.
A weakness is all they need to grow
Our fears so we'll follow.
There's no turning back
One man's vision is not the word
Of all who live
here now
Dressed disguised as one who says he knows.
Ignorant is
the human heart
Consumed by the thought
It doesn't have enough.
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As
For You, Raba
R. Martin
As for you, Raba
Try not to make a sound
The boys in
blue have come for you now.
"We are human! this flesh of mine that you
take
Might mean nothing to you but to me means everything!"
Out on
the corner with all her things in tow
A cold heart to greet hers
She's
used to that.
Just go.
No hope for a future
No help in being
whole
Waiting in the quiet
On her back
While they attack
The beauty
of a woman.
Fields and fences
Watching defenseless
As they take
her down.
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You're Older
R. Martin/Athena/M. Rowe
You might as well embrace it
Autumn shows in your face
And the pointed
direction we're going
Closes a family circle
You're older.
Look
at what you've done now
Children and grandones to dote on
And someone
who'll love you when you call
Through decades of sunshine and snowfall
You're older.
I've never seen such glowing
I've never known such
care
These days were meant to be golden
Dying is something we all
do
Like it or not it's natural
Best that we keep it on the tip of our
tongues
Talking about it might help us
When we're older.
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What
Feels Like Home
R. Martin
Lately I've found that somethings
been unsaid
Forgotten old rooms in my heart and my head
I've thought to
myself all I've ever revealed
Was a perfect invention.
What feels
like home
Is a hole to sink down into
Intimate sharing and inventory
Showing to strangers what friends haven't seen
I'll re-work what is true and
inflate what is me
To keep myself grounded.
What feels like home
Is a hole to sink down into
I've never questioned the words in my head
The ones I can't find and the ones that I meant
The absolute truth is impossible
to tell
And what's true sounds like lies now.
What feels like home
Is a hole to sink down into
Lately I've found that somethings been unsaid
Forgotten old rooms in my heart and my head.
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Oh
Well
R. Martin
All seemed well
In new beginnings
She can't tell
If her luck's ending.
The master plan
Was foiled
by change
The work at hand's
A ball and chain,
Oh well.
Who'll
receive
The wise and candid?
What they believe
Is half it's meaning.
The somber sting
Was just the same
As every year
When noone came,
Oh well.
A song to sing
A game to play
An afternoon
That
slipped away,
Oh well.
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In An Orchard
R. Martin/J. Thornton
In an orchard on a hill
Up above golden castles
Trimming trees and
apple blossoms
With his holy hands.
Torrid rain and summer sun
Start the year for everyone
It was a bitter pill
When the hail came crashing
down.
In an orchard on a hill.
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Free
At Last
R. Martin
What will you do
With the little
bit of time
You have been given?
Can love come back to you
After
being dead
From all those years of taking?
Let the black cloud break
That's hanging over head
A kind word could calm you down
But it's
not enough
To save you from your past
And be free at last.
Your
hands are shaking
Your anger so severe
Will passing awaken you?
Let the black cloud break
That's hanging over head
A kind word could calm
you down
But it's not enough
To save you from your past
And be free
at last
Close your eyes tonight
And tell yourself
Tomorrow you'll
find what's bleeding
Hold it tight I know you'll do what's right
Before
it's time to go
So you can say you've done your best
Honestly
Into the tides receding.
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When
I Was Long Ago
R. Martin
With all the best intentions
He blindly leads
And the
people don't even notice
That his mind and eyes were closed
They
want someone to give them
A simple remedy
Not to lessen their possession
But to dim the cries below.
Trampled down by ancient ties
And years
of wear and tear
Its message takes a slower mind
Perhaps yours if you
dare.
The lights go down in their view
What once was ours is his.
"When I was long ago," I asked,
"were the lessons missed then
too?"
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Out
In The Street
R. Martin
Out in the street
We'll go to watch and wander
In our
heads the music played
To the cities symphony
Everything was beautiful.
There's beauty in everything.
Out in the street
To see the people
passing.
Under clouds set sterling gray
In the glow of moon we'll meet
All he see's is beauty
There's beauty in all he see's.
I wonder if
I'll get to him
Someday.
At the bus stop
You could hear a pin
drop
It's cold and late
Turning to go
Regretful and slow
Home
is where he'll return
Today
All I see is beauty
There's beauty
in all I see.
Thank you.
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