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-Perfect Day-
Bells are tollin’
Sunday mornin’
I’m glad I’m up early enough to hear ‘em
I draw back my blinds
There’s no way God’s inside
On a day as perfect as today...
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Nov. 2, 2020 -Arrow-
02:21
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-Arrow-
Imagine sitting in your favorite chair
Cozy as hell as while your family prepares you
For what’s next
Well they bury my body today
But as for my soul
I’ll be riding the blue sky
Just like an arrow
That you shot at the sun
So it ain’t coming back down
And you didn’t see it hit
But you know it did
Am I really gone?
If everything I taught you gets passed on?
Am I really gone?
If everything gets passed on?
Oh, to your children
Oh, to their children
It’s like a big chain
‘Til we link again...
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-Carry the One-
I’ve never really thought myself a smart guy
But I remember mathematics grade 3
Ms. Forderer made damn sure
That we remember to carry the one
Carry the one you can’t live without
Carry the one you’re not sure about
Carry the one who needs help
Carry the ones who help themselves
Carry the one you know is wrong
Even if it takes too long
God knows how many times
We’ve pulled the wool over our eyes
Carry the one you know is right
And back them up in every fight
Carry a stranger
Carry your neighbor
And carry the neighbor three houses down
The one you’re never really sure’s even in town
Yeah, carry them, too
You never know what anyone’s going through
Carry the ones you need around
So they can carry you when you’re down
Carry your whole damn life
As if it were a precious prize
Because it really is
Despite all these politics
Until we can Love freely
There’s so much to carry
So carry the one
And carry on...
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Nov. 4, 2020 -Beehave-
02:46
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-Beehave-
Whoa, dirt don’t care which seed
You decide to plant deep
That’s what’ll grow
Whoa, plenty of water n’ sunlight
Add some bees in flight
And that’s what’ll grow
Yeah, so tie me up with these 6 strings
Roll me up in clay
Fold me into furniture
Comfortable to lay
Whoa, the same goes for the thoughts in our head
And the words we spread
That’s what’ll grow
So please, pollinate with a positive spin
For your fellow human
Because that’s what’ll grow
Yeah, so tie me up with these 6 strings
Roll me up in clay
Fold me into furniture
Comfortable to lay
Bury me under my brushes
Capture me in your lens
If y’all don’t behave I’m goin’ to haunt this place
With all my art that stays
If ya all don’t have I’m goin’ to haunt this place...
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-Catch Me- (An Ode to Crowdsurfing)
Catch me
Because I don’t know the next time I’ll feel this free
In a sea of the audience
My heart beats
With the pulse of the fingers under me
In a sea of the audience
I’m so glad we learned
To prop each other up
I remember a time
When all these oceans were dried up
Catch me
Because I don’t know the next time we’ll feel this free
In a sea of the audience
Our hearts beat
With the pulse of the rhythm underneath
In a sea of the audience
I’m so glad we learned
To prop each other up
I remember a time
When all these oceans were dried up
What a shame..
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-Stay the Weekend-
I’m tired & afraid but I don’t feel that today
Because relief is coming soon
I’ve been working hard all week but I may have hit my peak
Oh, tomorrow I’ll sleep ‘til noon
Saturday can’t come soon enough
& it can stay the weekend if it wants
I know my plans could if the clouds decide to rain
But I’ll still be protected by
Saturday’s shield
That I hope this world can feel
Once this week has been squeezed dry
I don’t know about you but
I’m getting used to turning nothing into something
8 months later
Is anything greater than this Sunday evening mood?
What kind of leader would rather yell “Cheater!!” than honor all the rules?
8 months later
Is anything greater than this Sunday evening mood?
I want the world to feel the
Saturday morning, too...
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Nov. 7, 2020 -Crazy-
04:07
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-Crazy-
I’ve been molding a purpose
Formed around the resurgence of home
That welcome feelings been
Disappearing, you know
Well, we’re all going crazy
If you’re not
You’re crazy
If you’re not
Going crazy
You’re insane
When I follow my inner-child
The leash is long and he’s never tired, oh
Am I even an adult yet?
Ain’t got no certificate to show
I feel like a baby lamb
Licking the butcher’s hand before I go
But the good gets better when you add it up
And you’re happy with
What you counted
Oh, the good gets better when you soften up
And so it often
Or you’ll get stuck like
Or have a heart attack...
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Nov. 8, 2020 -Dream On-
02:03
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-Dream On-
We work so hard keep the dreams going strong
The world needs dreamers just to prove ‘em wrong
Prove ‘em right
When they tell you
Dream on
Prove ‘em right
& Dream on
I go to work six days a week
I got a schedule that works for me
Wake up early and start to write
Sometimes it flows, sometimes the wells dry
So Dream on...
I’ve got a good friend who believes in me
Let’s me live here for practically free
Write in the morning and work all day
Come home at night and the let the songs play
So Dream on...
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-Rising With the Sun-
Rising with the sun
Gets easier...
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-My Own Song- (Follow)
I am an only son from south Ohi’
I sing and play guitar, that’s how I get by
If I get famous, I hope it’s after I die
But if I get rich, I better be alive
Oh, what’s the preacher to think?
‘Cept that my soul is on the brink
My son you’re headed for the seminary
The straight and narrow path will absolve you of your sins
Don’t stray too far from the ordinary
Ask forgiveness and go
They try to tell me
But who really knows
‘Gotta follow my own song
Here’s how it goes, it’s like...
I am an only son from south Ohi.
I sing and play guitar, at least I try
If I get famous, I hope it’s after I die
But if I get rich, I better be alive
Oh, what’s a mother to do?
When her baby-boy is breaking all the rules
Baby-boy you’re headed for the cemetery
Chasin’ down a dream that will chew you up and spit
My only son, I will not bury
You’re always welcome home
They try to tell me
But who really know?
‘Gotta follow my own song
Here’s how it goes, it’s like...
I am an only son from south Ohi.
I sing and play guitar, all day & night
If I get famous, I hope it’s after I die
But if I get rich, I better be alive
Oh, what’s a father to say?
When his flesh and blood refuses to change
Young man you’re headed for the military
Where’s your respect for God & country?
Follow tradition, despite how scary
You’ll make us proud, ya know
They try to tell me
But who really know?
‘Gotta follow my own song
Here’s how it goes, it’s like...
I couldn’t tell you
I don’t really know
‘Gotta follow your own song
Show me how it goes, it’s like...
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-Wheel of Time- (Change of the Season)
There is a wheel, a wheel of time
More like a loop that shapes our lives
I’d like to examine mine
And play back the tape of how I behave
And how I have made every mistake
Just like the first time
I’ve been running in circles and chasing my tail
Under a full moon so close I could wail
I’ve been harvesting the dawdles of Spring
While tightening my belt loop strings
I know I should take my time
And avoid the quick dime like Mr. Shell says
Because advice you should follow
Follows you until you learn and pass it on in turn
The sun goes over the ridge at 5pm
Shivering in the shade I’m in
The leaves from the trees crunch under my feet
That’s the change of the season
That’s the change of the season
In the blink of an eye
Shivering in the shade I’m in
That’s the change of the season
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-No Master-
I was searching high and low
Heard about an old dojo
As unalloyed as remote
Sitting high up in the clouds
2 week climb all the dangers avowed
It’s too late to turn back now
When I finally reached the top
The master was waiting and he hands me a mop
Points to a dirty spot and says
You have to be your own master
I can only try to help you get there faster
So exhausted I dropped my head
Started tuning the mop instead
I was pluckin’ on a soggy string and singin’
I have trekked so far with no master
I’ve become more aware by living through disaster
I convinced him and we started a band
Touring the villages and lowlands
On his death-bed he took my hand and sang
You have shown this old master there’s so much more to master
Than to just prepare for what happens after
I retired to a solemn peak missing my friend every other beat
It’s so quiet I can hear every creak
Then a knock from a visitor surprised my dish to the floor
Grabbed my mop and answered the door...
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-Rude Deficit-
I don’t know what’s gotten into you
But I don’t like the look I get
Look a hungry tigress stalking her target
There’s no need to have to insult my intelligence
Would a not-smart person retort with such elegance?
All you have to do is ask
‘Ya don’t gotta’ be like that
I can see you brought enough
And oh, so kind to share
Do you think I’m gonna’ sip on this
And just let it spill everywhere?
No I’ll slurp it down in front of you
Deep breath, remain calm
And a I’ll turn around with a smile on my face
And do my god-damn job
‘Cause if you’re not taking away
You’re adding to it
The Rude Deficit
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-Giv’m Heck-
When they give you hell
Just giv’m Heck back
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-Arthur Russell (Never Ending Verse)
The world’s so strange, the world’s so cruel
A little lore of both when you make your own rules
You go against the grain
Long enough to drive you insane
In a world so strange
And curse this band inside my ceiling fan
Delusions getting worse
The blessing is a curse
And curse the songs that gleam me on and on
To a never-ending verse
The blessing is a curse
The night-life gives, the night-life takes
It don’t care too much for ranks
You got a hit
But you didn’t even know it
The night-life gives, the night-life takes
And curse the beats between the honks and beeps
Delusions getting worse
The blessing is a curse
And curse the songs that gleam me on and on
To a never-ending verse
The blessing is a curse...
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-Lazy Song-
*lead purr by Kiki
I got a lazy head and I’m nestled in the bosom of my bed
I got lazy thoughts and I’d rather just lay here instead
Oh, I know I should just greet the day
And I will
I just don’t want to do it right now
I got lazy legs and I don’t want to walk and up down this whole place
I got a lazy back and I don’t to pick up this or carry that
Oh, I know I should just pitch-in
And I will
I just don’t want to do it right now
I got a lazy song because the day has up’n gone
I got a lazy mind and it’s past my bedtime
Oh, I know I should just end the song
And I will
I’ll just do it right now
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-Solicitude-
If you’re still holding on, squeeze a little tighter
The sun is getting brighter with no visor
If you’re stocking up get a little lighter
You don’t always have to hide ‘r become a miser
Oh, I see worry and I feel hurried along
Solicitude
In a care-free world
Is like holding up the room
While everyone else twirls
And the lows
Are on the rise
Seems everyone has picked their sides
Oh, I see envy and I see concern and it shows
Oh, I see scarcity, I see fear of the unknown
Solicitude
In a care-free world
Is like holding up the room
While everyone else twirls
And the lows
Are on the rise
Seems everyone has picked their sides
Oh I see judgments, I see reluctance
I see tension and apprehension
I see heart-ache and the same old mistake
Defensive stances, No second chances
(And) I want to make it OK
Solicitude
In a care-free world
Is like holding up the room
While everyone else twirls
And the lows
Are on the rise
Seems everyone has picked their sides
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-Always Wind-Up Blowin’ Away-
Make me a stone, smooth and flat
Skip on the water, Never get me back
Make me a letter that you write
And then burn just to spite
Make me a meal, too big to eat
Leave the left-overs on the seat
Because, Whoa
The sounds that lure me
The feelings that cure me
I always wind-up blowin’ away
Make me a song that you sang
Just one time then forgot the refrain
Make me a book on self-help
That you pass on the shelf
Make me a secret kept close to your chest
Cross your heart, It’s for the best
Because, Whoa
The sounds that lure me
The feelings that cure me
I always wind-up blowin’ away...
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-Loose Ends-
I gotta dull myself down to just know how sharp not to go
And I gotta burn myself out just to know how bright not to glow
(Oh don’t go too far, No, Know how far not too go...)
Oh, No
It’s happening again
Oh, No
I’m loosing all my loose-ends
I gotta sell myself short just to know how much I am worth
And I gotta get knocked-out just to lose my purse
Oh, No
It’s happening again
Oh, No
I’m loosing all my loose-ends
I don’t want it if I can’t have it all
Once I get started I can’t stop at all
I want it all, I can’t stop at all
But it’s not my fault
I just love it
Too much
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-My Own Way-
I thought I was wrong
I thought I was dumb
I thought that I’d never get a job
But then I found my own way
And I’m so glad it’s my way
Because it don’t matter where you start, just stop and everything in the middle
And all those guiding voices in your head
You gotta trust em just a little
Because they can’t be wrong every single time especially that nagging one with the repeating line
All my rays are bright
Reflecting from my line of sight
(Because I found my own way...)
All my steps are in stride
Overwhelming pride
All my interests aligned
Focusing all the time
Because I found my own way...
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-Want/Need-
I held it too close to even know
I was supposed to let it go
Because what you wanted and really needed are not the same...
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-Hootie’s Song-
Well I’ve been logging in the miles
As an imaginary-best-friend-racecar-driver
Grandpa tore the family apart
Running moonshine and breaking bar-maids’ hearts
Daddy grew up mad and earned a Sheriff’s badge
Made damn-sure no more good times were had
Drove my first car at the age of 8
Trying to out run the law and grandpa’s fate
I had my sights on the checkered flag
Became so fast I didn’t even have to brag
I know they can’t see me
Because I’m just too fast
Some say imaginary
If you believe in that
Try to find me in the record books
It’s harder than you even think
When they wrote my official times
Always used invisible ink
I know they can’t see me
Because I’m just too fast
Some say imaginary
If you believe in that
I know there’s more to this life
Than shaving seconds off and winning the grand prize
There’s a boy on the other side of the track
Who’s got a ball and wants someone to toss it back
I know they can’t see me
Because I’m just too fast
Some say imaginary
If you believe in that...
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-Of(f)Course-
Of course you got off course
What the hell you think we’re heading for?
The world’s just one big open-source
Of course you got off course
And what you thought was
The rest of your life
Comes with a lot of
Wondering why
I didn’t think it’d take this long
Of course...
It wasn’t planned but it wasn’t wrong
Of course...
And what you thought was
Forever and more
May have departed
But it’s done that before
Of course you got off course
What the hell you think we’re heading for?
The world’s just one big open-source
Of course you got off course
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-Won? The Fight-
You stand over me like a victory
While a crowd cheers sycophantically
But we haven’t even addressed the point
So why make ‘em feel bad if they don’t really understand
It’s hard pulling punches when somebody’s got heavy hands
They won the fight
But they doesn’t mean they’re right
You go to your after-party
Soaked back-slaps and Bacardi
And we still haven’t addressed the point
Parry the jab, Fake the hook
Make em take a second look...
So why make 'em feel bad if they don’t really understand
It’s hard pulling punches when somebody’s got heavy hands
They won the fight
But they doesn’t mean they’re right
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-Fast Food-
I’m addicted to fast food windows
I pull up and they know how my order goes
I could quit anytime I want
But it turns my car into a restaurant
Cheeseburgers piled miles high
Lots of tots, all potatoes fried
Chicken tenders, dipping sauce
I don’t even care what it costs
Makes life easier
Cheesier & greasier, Yeah
Top it all off with a soda pop and I don’t even gotta get outta my car no more
Any meal on any day
I drive up and we make an exchange
Go so often they know my name
I’m so ashamed, let me explain
I tried to stop, I can’t leave it
It’s just too damn convenient
Open 24 hours a day
I passed 3 on the way...
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-Treat it Well-
Look who’s back again
Dirty dishes on the floor
Clothes all over my bed
When it’s sleepin’ it snores
So I don’t feel rested
Just worry out loud
About things that haven’t happened yet
And things I can’t change now
Treat it well
Treat it like a guest or something that
Gets lonely while it’s giving you a rest
Treat it well
There’s no use in fighting it
It only makes it worse
I’ll add a log to the fire and call into work
Make a meal to counter
The malaise
Spend this uncomfortable day at a comfortable pace
Treat it well
Treat it like a guest or something that
Gets lonely while it’s giving you a rest
Treat it well...
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-Ryan’s Song- (Hairy)
All lyrics by Ryan Kincaid
Hairy Hairy Hairy
I’m a hybrid creature animal
So big and hairy
Running through the forest
Eating twig and berry
Hairy hairy hairy
Some call me Sasquatch
Others call me Ryan
Some call me yeti
My wife just calls me baby
Hairy hairy hairy
Stayin’ in the wild
Livin’ like a forest child
Friend to all creatures
Protector of mother nature
Laws of the land
Protect it with my hand
Better put out your fire
You Don't wanna feel my ire
Forever I will roam
Through nature’s comb
No not alone
As I sit on my throne
Hairy hairy hairy
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Nov. 29, 2020 -Swarm-
02:26
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-Swarm-
Random, mundane everyday
You don’t know what’s in store
Fall into the same routine
Never really sure
Because time
It don’t fly by
It hovers like a swarm
Of memories some not yet even formed
Random, mundane everyday
You don’t know what’s in store
Fall in love with a stranger
Or never make it out the door
Today feels just like yesterday
Have I been here before?
Will I ever return someday
Maybe in a different form?
I’d like to stay in the world
Even after I leave this world
Because time
It don’t fly by
It hovers like a swarm
Of memories some not yet even formed
Random, mundane everyday
You don’t know what’s in store...
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-Last Song-
Well they’ll try to sum it up in a eulogy
Boasting photos of happy memories
‘When you’ve had enough of the florid stories
Remember me in a melody
Because if it’s not forgiven it’s not forgotten
And I don’t want to leave behind
An open tab of all my problems for someone else to find
So if they make last call before all
My ducks are in a row
Please be gentle, mildly confidential
I did my best, you know
If I can’t be there to say Hello
Play my song on the stereo
And if you can’t afford the ticket home
Hum my song so you don’t feel so alone
Because if it’s not forgiven it’s not forgotten
And I don’t want to leave behind
An open tab of all my problems for someone else to find
So if they make last call before all
My ducks are in a row
Please be gentle, mildly confidential
I did my best, you know...
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Adam Flaig Cincinnati, Ohio
Adam is a songwriter.
He enjoys traveling and is easily distrac
*Photo by Lisa Sullivan
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