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Two birdies
02:26
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Two birdies (2-6-2020)
intro: Dm Am Dm
Dm
Two birdies sing, one a song of spring
Am
A song of raging floods
Of flowers cast aside by storms
C Dm
Of storms one pays in blood 2x
Am C Dm
The other sings of springtime past
Am C Dm
A song of what’s now gone
Am C Dm
Of grief for what might have been
Am Dm
If cruel summer hadn’t come 2x
Outside my winter window
Two birds in their own tongues
As different as their feathered wings
That take them when they’re done 2x
To another tree further away
I listen for their songs
Fainter and more mournful yet
I fear for what’s to come 2x
Where birds once dwelt, our walls now rise
Their love songs have gone quiet
My ears no longer gain those sounds
As winter fades to night 2x
Two birdies sing, their songs of spring
Are pressed upon my heart
Of what is gone, what lingers on
From this, I’ll never part 3x
repeat 1st verse with last line 2x (or more)
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2. |
Tempest in our teapot
03:08
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Tempest in A Teapot (2/6/2020)
C F
There’s a tempest in the teapot, vapor erupting from the snout
C G
Hot waters sear what air is left, gasping to get out
C F
The pain’s intense, the shrieking, scalding steam is all one hears
C G C
A frog dropped in this teapot, might die of heat, might die of fear
ch.
F C
A tempest in our teapot, another came on us today
G
Nobody’s come to pour it out, make tea instead of hate
F C
Another tempest in our teapot, our world shrunken to this state
G C
If we could lower the heat in our little teapot tempests might not rule our fates
I’m no Prospero, possessed of wisdom, with what I’ve seen not, i’m not a sage
Though I live amidst my I-land, Caliban’s in better shape
I’ve only those I love, those I haven’t lost, those precious few
Despite loving them as I still can, these tempests rise anew
A tempest in a teapot, perhaps a trifle to those outside
Inside this teapot, it’s all the world, tempests one might not survive
Just evaporate and disappear, delivered unto hell
Little hope that we’ll emerge a rich bouquet of taste and smell
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3. |
Notes of blue
03:24
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Notes of Blue (2-6-2020) capo 5, key C intro G - 4 measures
G
On the furthest side of lonesome there’s a past one can’t undo
(G7) C
There’s caverns into memories, there’s ghosts that call of you, call of you
G
In the deepest notes of blue
Once we tended gardens, we nurtured many blooms
Then watched as winter pulled them back to earth, their beauty bore no fruit
Just deepest notes of blue
instrumental
In the whistle of a passing train, going somewhere we once went
Places I won’t see again, where my debt to you was spent, owed all to you
In the deepest notes of blue
There’s bustle on the road outside, people pass me by
No longer do I travel now, no longer run and hide from what is true
My deepest notes of blue
instrumental
Songs are wisps peering into mists in the echoes of my mind
In times like these, they’re all that’s real, they haunt me deep inside, nothing new
Deepest notes of blue
As years have sank in the wake of loss, each turning adds more weight
No wonder we come to some end, it’s hard to bear such fate as we once knew
In my deepest notes of blue
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4. |
Chronicle of a time
04:14
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Chronicle of A Time (capo 5) C Em F G
Mostly elders who are dying, mostly poor who struggle trying
Mostly workers stretched beyond their means
Parents comfort children crying, some are lonely people pining
For a hug when touch brings risks that we can’t see
It’s those dancers with no partner, it’s those lovers with no other
It’s those friends who worry friends might bring them death
It’s those teachers with no answers, it’s those souls who suffer cancer
Bereft of loved ones who can’t travel to their beds
It’s those who work without protection for feckless leaders with no vision
In a time that asks their help to make this right
We’ll rise or fall on our shared purpose, though the selfish think themselves first
As if deserving more somehow helps them survive
It’s the worry, it’s the anguish, being careful, who should we banish?
Is it those who dare to walk with someone near?
Could be a threat, are you one also? deep in our hearts each of us must know
We could carry harm to those whom we hold dear
It’s not knowing what comes later, it’s someone’s mom on a ventilator
In a sports arena meant for watching games
It’s this sickening aberration scourging all our human nations
As deaths and suffering pile up every day
The fates of all our friends and neighbors, sisters, brothers, even strangers
Are intertwined much closer than we’ve known before
At the same time we’re more distant, even those of us resistant
To believing what fate might bring to our door
Isolation devastation, each unique our situation
But with common hope to ward off this disease
Though we know it’s an illusion, perhaps the ultimate intrusion
Could somehow happen no matter what we’d rather think
Yet beyond this desolation, so much goodness now awakens
Countless people helping others selflessly
Offering kind words to our neighbors, running errands as a favor
Sharing what we have with those who may have need
Someday we trust this will be over, most will live through and recover
but will what remains be mostly joy or fear?
Until it’s lived, we cannot know, how children of these times may grow
As this chronicle of a time haunts future years
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Til All The Grievin’s Done
Once we gathered here to sing
Now we’re gathered once again
Til all the grievings done
Bearing all that we have known
We’ve been tested to the bone
Til all the grievings done
B part
Seems we’ve never known such loss
Death has borne us bitter cost
Grief has sometimes brought us to our knees
now we’ve come with our tears
Some of us no longer here
Til all the grievings done
Light gleams in your misty eyes
Sunshine dances in your smiles
Til all the grievings done
While there’s still more tears to come
We can hold you til they’re gone
Til all the grievings done
Some lost loved ones, some lost friends
Sometimes it felt there’d be no end
Such times as these will haunt us all our lives
Now we’re left here with our songs
With the love that keeps us strong
Til all the grievings done
If I'm not here to sing this song
Perhaps I’ve fallen now I’m gone
Til all the grievings done
May these songs bring you release
In their wake may all know peace
Til all the grievings done
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