The following lyrics were created for the Musical Stories which were published as our fourteenth collection in 2013 under the title of “Hungry Again.” Simply click on the images below to go directly to the original story, music and complete lyrics along with other related links.
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Hungry Again
The taste of salt remains
On my lips, in my mouth
Yet my tears can’t fill up
The empty places Inside of me
Maybe they soak up
What was there before they fell
So I find once more
That I’m hungry again
My cup was once half full
Then I noticed a break
Where the water leaked through
And slowly dripped out onto the floor
Till not even a single drop
Was left inside
So I see once more
That it’s empty again
We’re at the table
A feast for everyone
Old worries left by the door
Not a single one
Seemed to make it through
All were left outside
It was just my friends and I
Then to my dismay
Something made it through
Took away the mood
From my friends and me
The taste of salt returns
To my lips, in my mouth
Again and again I find
Those places Inside of me
Relentlessly begging to be satisfied
When I find once more
That I’m lonely again
Even though there’s always enough
I’m empty again
Will there ever come a time
I’m not hungry again
Little Things
One by one it’s the little things
That mean the most
Change your life
Break your heart
Make you cry
They add up
All those little things
Like a call just to say hello
Thinking of you
How things are
Do you want someone to listen
When’s the last time
You laughed until you cried
Little things make up each day
Tell who we are
Reveal, give us away
Those little things
Whether done on purpose or happenstance
Planned or out of the blue
Since one thing leads to another
It matters what we do
Keep an eye on all the little things
You know it can make a difference
Take care with what you do
Why not make each one a red-letter day
Day by day it’s the little things
That make a life
Change your mind
Fill your heart
Make you sigh
Aren’t we just
All those little things?
Like sometimes just dropping by
Quite unexpected
To surprise you
Tell you secrets
I’ve been keeping
When’s the last time
We talked the whole night through
Little things make up each day
Tell who we are
Reveal, give us away
Those little things
Tell who we are
Give us away
And lay us bare
Little things, little things, little things
Caterpillar Blues
Caterpillar in grassy
So high that you can’t see his colory face
Nor his body of lace
Lazy la dee dum
Lady typical the sun to take
Beauty to make
Tis’ a blistering day
I’ve got the caterpillar blues
Lawsy me I do
Timepieces
All alone in the tinker’s workshop
Counter scattered with cogs and gears
Watches built to track hours and minutes
But he cannot capture the years
Parts engage, one made for the other
Slide together, then whirl and spin
Morning breaks, finally he sets the hands
And so time begins
Then the hours take flight
While minutes race by
All the pieces and parts
Unique as they are
Work as though they are one
To make up our days
Then those days become years
And the years move to make up our lives
With their pieces and parts
Blending light into dark
Days blur dusk into night
Blurring dusk into night
Dusk into night
Once again in the tinker’s workshop
Endless cycle, yet ceaseless change
Cogs and gears pressed in clocks and watches
Until simply nothing remains
Parts engage, one made for the other
Slide together, then whirl and spin
Evening falls, so the cycle resumes
Set in motion again
Faster year after year
Waning time becomes dear
All our lives and their parts
Unique as they are
Fuse as though they are one
Living straight from the heart
Joys, yearning, and pain
We seem different, but we are the same
With our lows and our highs
Blending dark into light
Nights blur dawn into day
Blurring dawn into day
Dawn into day
Retraced Steps
On a day, years ago
Though it sounds a little strange
Thought I’d go someplace that seemed to call my name
Somehow I knew my life would change
Somewhere only pilgrims go
To retrieve a bit of soul
They’ve sadly lost along the road
All the while they hold desperately to hope
To be whole, once again
Then one day, just weeks ago
Made my way another time
Retracing all the steps that used to call my name
Because I knew my life had changed
All the while completely trusting in the hope
To be whole, once again
Another day
Someplace will call my name
Once again
Wrinkles
Every morning is just the same
Rumpled sheets where I have lain
Corners kicked out to let me move
Edges beg to be smooth
Where to begin, tell me
Where to begin
Pillows scattered around the floor
Worn clothes draped on every door
Blankets twisted into a heap
Where on earth did I sleep
Where to begin
To make my bed
Because it’s such a mess
Then I’ll work on all the clutter inside my head
Unruffle the wrinkles until my mind’s made up
Erase some random thoughts
Sweep away the cobwebs
Then sort out bits of chaos
Putting order where it hasn’t been
By tying up some loose ends
That have raveled free
I can straighten knots and tangles
So it’s time for me to make my bed
After that I can clear my head
Clutter no longer strewn about
Edges finally smoothed out
Time to begin
To make my bed
Because it’s such a mess
Then I’ll work on all the chaos inside my head
Un-ruffle the wrinkles until my mind’s made up
I have had enough of madness and the mess
I will not rest until my mind’s made up
Leave Behind
All the memories we take away
Share and relive
Yet who knows
How, why or when we will return
But in fact, the simple truth is that
All our stories are told
In what we leave behind
Waiting there
Why long for something that we don’t have
When nothing is lost
Instead, why don’t we just remember
Little things that we leave behind
Carefully, secretly
Hidden away
Calling quietly
While waiting patiently
For rediscovery day
Paving our way
Are pieces to be retrieved
Calling quietly
While waiting patiently
For rediscovery day
Paving our way
Are pieces to be retrieved
Waiting there
Beyond the memories we try to make
Times to be saved
Is the unspoken promise we make
To return, because the truth is that
All our stories are told
In what we leave behind
We must return
To retrieve what’s waiting there
A moment of magic that captured
Then spirited our hearts away
Isn’t that always what we leave behind
Secret Passageways
Beyond a closing door
In that moment, though brief as it was
I saw something more
Somehow missed, unseen beforeI saw a shadow cross an old garden bench
As the gates drew closed
Stole a peek of flowers russet and gold
Violet and rose
Brilliant, intensely white they glowedThough always there, I was unaware
Of that secret, veiled passageway
Today fate revealed the passagewayThen suddenly I saw the world within
Never seen before
Since that moment of stealing a glance
I want even more than glimpses
Through a slightly open doorSo much to see beyond those walls
Through gates of a secret
Veiled passageway
Fires of Passion
If you were to ask me
Why the earth spins
One thing I have noted
From places I have been
This great world keeps turning
Because of just one thing
Fires of passion
All over the world
Whether love of beauty
Or loyalty to state
Constant search for spirit
Fuels the fire of faith
Why on earth do we keep
Reaching for the sky
Fires of passion
Are all over the world
Some lament injustice
Others burn with rage
There are peaceful warriors
Led by a sage
Writers create stories
Others mourn a loss
Singers break the silence
Sharing their viewpoints
While liberating all of their passion
Feelings spilling out
All over the world
And so now you ask me
Why the earth spins
This world will keep on turning
Forever to time’s end
Searing, scorching, blazing
A solitary thing
The fire of passion
All over the world
A smoldering passion
Burns within everyone
People blazing with passionate fire
All over the world
Good Intentions
The road to hell
I’ve heard it said
Is on a bed
Of good intentions
Paved and strewn with things
You didn’t mean
Traces left scattered round
I wish I’d never seen
That other side of you
Harsh enough to break my heart in two
How can I return
To those days of who we were
Should I close my eyes
I can almost see who we used to be
When I close my eyes
But that’s not facing reality, so
I must open my eyes
You didn’t mean
What you did or said
I should just forget
Deny or even lie
So, good-bye
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