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So little time
In crowded spaces
The endless race
Of human rages
I spread my wings
Across the ages
To hear sweet songs
Of minstrel sages
But I'm stuck in this moment
That lasts just a moment
Until the next moment
Dies in the next moment
I'm stuck in this minute
That last just a minute
Alive in this minute
This one human minute
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2. |
When the Trees Grew Back
01:00
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I slip on my shoes
I'm ready to run
But I fall from grace
Before I've begun
I wish I could see
The path they laid down
But I'm off the pace
There's no one around
I traveled the high road, I thought I was free
I could see the forest, but never the trees
I forged my own path but then went astray
When the trees grew back and covered the way
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Summer on the Web
00:56
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White wall behind me
Blue screen ahead
Life in the cloud
Is going to my head
Birds flying on by
As I tweet the hours away
It's summer on the web
It's summer on the web
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4. |
Clean Shaven
01:05
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Six out of ten trended republican
Their ancestors were filthy rich
I knew right then, that I never could win
My positions were far too niche
It would no doubt benefit my numbers
If I were clean shaven
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Gone
01:01
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She whispers sweet nothings
Into my left ear
They work their way out right
There must be something
Going on here
She's lighting fires for the night
But I am gone
Before the feeling can touch me at all
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6. |
An Hour Flew By
01:01
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An hour flew by
I was closer to God
But God was in the details
In the minutes and the seconds
An hour flew by
Aaron threw through down his rod
It broke into pieces
Then particles and essence
An hour flew by
I was stuck in Cape Cod
With a God who was nowhere
In the nothing that beckons
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A tree in the desert
I'm free in my head
A branch goes on living
But the roots are all dead
Leaves stain the pavement
Leaves burn the sky
She left one morning
I sang through the night
She left one morning
Don't know why
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8. |
Sun in The Shade
01:00
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I looked out the window
There was sun in the shade
And fun where they played
The light on parade
Looked out the window
Saw kids in the garden
Life based on carbon
As the sun slowly darkened
Opened the window
A hot breeze scorched my face
Opened the window
But closed the shade
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Lawnmowers singing
Their early morning blues
You’ll soon be leaving
To pay counterfeit dues
Trump loving lady
Out walking her pups
One with a muzzle
And he won't shut up
You hit me with your hockey stick
The neighbors laughed
When I threw a fit
I opened the door for the repairman
Who grabbed his tools from the big white van
That was parked in front
It was parked in front
I am parked in front
We're all parked in front
Of the zoo...
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10. |
Change Your Mind
00:51
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What If I was mysterious on a Monday afternoon
What if I Ringo and sang out of tune
I could be Billy Preston and Beethoven too
Would it really change your mind
Would it really change your mind
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11. |
Days Passed
01:02
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Days passed anxiously
Like they were impatiently
Waiting for the world
To rotate yet again on its axis
The same old same old
Morning, noon and night
Breaking up the eternal
Into semi-manageable parts
I’m waiting for something different to happen
Like, I don’t know, maybe a twenty minute day or something
But it all goes ‘round the same
All comes back the same
All goes ‘round the same
All comes back the same
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Flowers in the Alley
00:59
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There were flowers in the alley
Where we played one on one
When you blocked my layup
And the ball crushed the mums
Our neighbor had planted
To pass the time
Their reason for living
In the dirt and the grime
Their reason for dying
In the dirt and the grime
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Lightning in a Box
00:59
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She keeps lightening in a box
That sits on her dresser
Thunder in the closet
Under some sweaters
She takes a shower
To wash off her troubles
Dries her hair by the fan
To inflate the bubble
She keeps lightening in a box
She keeps lightening in a box
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14. |
The Recitalist
00:50
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So after ten years of 8 hour-a-day practice sessions;
The four-octave scales and arpeggios,
The Chopin Etudes,
The occasional Bach Fugue because you had to
Even the god damn Czerny exercises
Followed by a year of self-doubt
Because the world you live in could care less about your Concertos, etudes, and sonatas
Then 9 months of drinking margaritas and smoking weed with Mariachi bands in border towns in Mexico to quell the pain of indifference to your hard work
(but also to feel like you've finally made a connection to something real)
After all of that, you've come to accept your irrelevance because maybe it's better to do something that is good and outdated than bad and hip...
Or maybe the tequila and pot destroyed the right combination of brain cells so that you no longer care.
Or at least know that you care
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15. |
High Wire Act
01:03
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Power cable running by my window
Coiled black and silver rope
I'll be an acrobat, electrify you
I want to give you some hope
So I open the window
Take the leap
Nearly miss
Cause I'm short on sleep
Doing my high wire act
Gonna win you back
High wire act
High wire act
For You
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16. |
Seven Days
01:03
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Seven Days
Counting like a fool
Trying to keep it cool
Another seven days
Winding up the clock
Going tick tick tock
Another seven days
Grinding out the hours
Holding on to ours
Another Seven days
I'm lost in a cycle
The endless reprisal
Of seven days
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Harvest Moon
01:03
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The harvest moon
Early as usual
Premature loon light
Makes me delusional
Time speeding up
Space falling down
The orange rock bloats
And burns to the ground
Then settles right back
To its default pattern
I pick up the slack
Running rings 'round Saturn
The harvest moon
Early as usual
The premature loon light
Makes me delusional
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18. |
Indian Summer
01:03
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It was Indian summer
I was fearing the fall
Of everything related
To anything at all
Change was coming
The shifting air
That fought the stillness
In summer’s last glare
I held onto that
The last sip of water
If I drank it was gone
But it was gone no matter
So I drank it in
The poison nectar
One last thrill
Of late September
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A year passed rapidly
Like it didn’t have a care
Another trip around the sun
A year splashed randomly
Like sea waves through air
Another trip around the sun
I said oh no
Where did it go
The world is living on the run
I said oh no
Where did it go
We all just living on the run
Another trip around the sun
We all just living on the run
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Peter Saltzman Chicago, Illinois
Peter Saltzman is a composer, pianist, singer, and songwriter residing somewhere near Chicago. His music has been called "brilliant" by the Chicago Tribune, and "powerful stuff" by the Dallas Morning News.
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