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Music Is My Weapon
03:49
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Music is my weapon
When the bombs are gonna blow
Music is my weapon
Might not seem like it’ll hold
But music is my weapon
Of choice of mass creation
My transportation to every nation
To every heart that pains like mine
To every soul that feels it’s time
To step across the line
With music as my weapon
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Migratory Birds
05:09
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You remind me of the friend I knew quite well
Still captivated by your charm and captive in your spell
And things have changed over the years but one thing’s been insured
I’ve come to know you come and go like migratory birds
I get a feeling when I look into your eyes
And every word I say and hear sounds like goodbye
It might as well be with all that has occurred
I’ve come to know you come and go like migratory birds
Maybe you’ll come back one Spring
You’ll have a family to bring
And we can hold each other’s hands and sink our footprints in the sand
And talk about our strange strange dreams where you fly
So from here on I’ll wait upon a chance to say hello
I’ll watch the skies and point my eyes to where the good winds blow
And you will hear I’m missing you with every single word
And I will hear your need to fly like migratory birds
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Hurricane
04:20
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The hurricane hit a year ago and nothing's been the same
we feel with our mouths we talk with our eyes and we've forgotten each other's names
the kitchen's in the bedroom now and the kids are in the sink
they bath themselves with paper towels and draw their clothes in ink
and we call ourselves a family
Chorus:
I look to the mirror when I kiss your face
I close my eyes and we are traveling through space
Back to Earth the tide of moons and seasons on the brink
Night to blue like I to you revealing shades of pink
there's nothing left for me to say there's nothing left unsaid
you're every song I've ever played, you're every book I've read
And I call this my reality
Chorus
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Traveling Show
06:15
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Strung from one end of the tent to the other
on this side's a friend, on that side's a lover
I can't see clear from way up here
I'm seeing double
Twist of the rope and I'm into the tumble
I perfectly land in a cup full of mumbles
of how I feel and what I said
and what I kept to myself
I am the tight rope walker, I am the clown
I am the elephant train parading around
thinking where do you fall in this?
where do you fall?
You've got the eyes and I keep the secrets' in a box that I've labeled
"believe it or not" could it be simplicity or a pandora
last time I saw you we talked and I said
"you don't deserve all the muck in my head"
but you opened up, and you let it in, and I realized
I am the cannonball hero, I am the clown
I am the Japanese tiger pacing around
Thinking where do you fall in this?
where do you fall?
You'll always be the tear in my pocket
there for me all the times that I lost it
I'll think of you, and when I do I'll feel lighter
I am the cannonball hero, I am the clown
I am the elephant train parading around
I am the Japanese tiger, I am the clown
I am the tight rope walker walking around
Thinking where do you fall in this?
where do you fall?
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Been looking for love I've been searching for it
Been looking all over town
Been looking for love I've been searching for it
For that elusive you, hear me out
Chorus:
Aaah, hey yeah
Done looked up, done looked down
done looked all around
paid my dues to make this sound
so won't you won't you hear me out
Chorus
Would you say you're a needle in a hay stack
or would you say you're a pink elephant?
I can only pray that you're some sort of pay back
for all the precious time I spent
looking for love, searching for it
looking all over town
looking for love I've been searching for it
for that elusive you, hear me out
Chorus
credits
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6. |
Ashes and Wings
04:32
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In a forgotten room
In a forgotten house
In a used up cocoon
will you still love me like you once did?
And I know that it's hard
to forgive what's become of us
but it might be a start
will you still love me like you once did?
I am still a butterfly
flying through your heart
every face is a flower
to love, to love
to love, to love
to love you
I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you too
Ring around the rosie
a pocket full of posie
ashes ashes ashes and wings
credits
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Mark Lipman Boston, Massachusetts
Mark Lipman is a singer/songwriter in Boston, MA. Chances are, if you’ve ever seen Mark Lipman play, your emotions have been
stirred from the moment he opens his mouth to sing. With a voice that comes wrenching from his heart and soul, his powerful sonic presence has left quite a mark on his listeners.
www.marklipmanmusic.com
Photo art courtesy of Neale Eckstein
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