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My Type of Artist
04:37
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MY TYPE OF ARTIST:
I want to be
Just that type of artist
That stops all my fellow mover-shakers
Dead in their tracks
Cancel all their endless plans
Just to come out and settle down
Deep within my groove of perfect purity
Well, I may not be all that
But that’s who I’d like to be
Singing the songs that save the kittens from the tree
Make a difference to those who make a difference
Soothe the souls of those who ache from all the giving
Penetrate the lives of those who never seem to have the time
If this could only be my living
Well, I’m not in a hurry
But one day before I go
If there’s just one thing for which I’d like to be known
It would be to be or not to be
A speaker of our truths
A giver of some moments that return us to our youths
Well, until that day I’ll keep on trying
Holding the hands of my fellow man
Come rest some night when you’ve put all else away
With backs on beds of strings and heads prepared to sway
Chorus
Bridge:
And I don’t mean to put me down
I value what I bring today
But we must keep our dreams alive
In just about any way
Chorus
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2. |
Telephone Booth
05:59
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Telephone Booth
Has your color faded from the weariness?
Of forever climbing to gaze on the earth
Your constant movement’s left you companionless
Yet you’re swarmed by the men of the hour
These carrion creatures conspire emptiness
They have no regard for your soul
As it hangs from some small star tremulous
Only wanting to conceive of the whole
You’re alone now, but firmly you hold the prize
Awarded with things you’ve come to despise
You gave up happiness in your search for some truth
You’re on Mars boy, looking for a telephone booth
An antagonized artist trudging slowly to a death
Are you another loner in love with its affect?
Are your cheeks pale in revelations?
Of your captors devoid of all respect
Didn’t you lead the search party as you ran away from home?
With only your mind alert and erect
You thoroughly cast the first stone
Leaving your soul shipwrecked
You’re alone now, only to find you missed the point
Needing the escape, but running from joint to joint
You wanted to know heaven, but used all the wrong moves
Now you’re Mars boy, looking for a telephone booth
Stop, look, listen; hold your hands out open
Give til your brow glistens look for no return
Find that inner peace allowing your legs to fall to sleep
Your restlessness has caused such a mess
A squirming nest of unhappiness
Sit down quietly like an old man
Observe your thinking and end this abuse
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3. |
Bathed in Fire
04:44
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BATHED IN FIRE
The place I call home
Is under siege
Everywhere I go
The skies have been darkened
The birds are silent
And mostly gone
It has gotten hard
To simply breathe
Bathed in fire, Bathed in fire
Our land, our homes, and our towns
Bathed in fire, Bathed in fire
It’s hard to believe
How bad it’s become
An entire land
Burned and numb
It’s a seasonal terror
Unleashed in these times
Was it our own doing?
And who will pay for the crime?
CHORUS
Bridge –
Can a phoenix rise from these flames?
Linings of silver to be claimed
Healing for people who have been so pained
How do we even try to explain
…these fires
CHORUS
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4. |
Arizona
04:36
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ARIZONA
By the time I get to Arizona
All the ghosts will have arrived
Even though I tried to leave them
I can’t as long as I’m alive
They’ll all great me warmly
For it’d been so long apart
So red earth, blue skies, and white shadows
Just an American tale played out by so many
Who never tried but still failed to break free from those fine webs
Too fine to see when you are so small
And I guess I didn’t have to meet them
But I didn’t have the heart
I know I’m supposed to care
About others within their wisps
But I didn’t choose them either
I was only but a kid
Caught in the chaos wondering what I did
I was only but a kid
CHORUS
Woven into circles
Too vast to break them all
One or two
Every time seem to make it through
Spiders weave the cycles
Ghosts hover over you
Phoenix, Arizona
And then on to Wickenburg
Where my brother chose to call me
So the ghosts could all converge
Bridge:
Some times I want to damn him
Some times I bless his heart
I can’t blame him for his confusion
I guess it’s right
Let’s go to the start
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5. |
The Beauty
04:08
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THE BEAUTY
The beauty of the world
So often is obscured
By the centuries of thought
In which we become caught
The beauty of the world
Lost to us somehow
Lives on in limitless now
We know but forget how
To gather it in
To our bosoms today
To weave it in
To the things we say
In the moment of death
Some birth is revealed
It’s the ending of all
We think and we feel
But an essence remains
An ever watchful eye
It’s the beauty of the world
In the sea and the sky
Living in everything
It’s me as I sing
I believe in the beauty within
To forget that’s original sin
To forget that beauty
Man’s original sin
And there is no condemnation necessary
The path itself is a truth and a beauty
Equal to and exactly the beauty described
By the sages of ages come and gone by
Acceptance is all that the beauty requires
To open its essence and deliver its prize
Of a peace that lies beyond right and wrong
Would it be that some truth is revealed in the song
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6. |
Alone Tonight
04:19
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ALONE TONIGHT:
Tonight, I'm so alone
Without you I'm dry to the bone
Isn't it sad to be missing you
This separation shouldn't make me blue
I never thought
I'd want to live in your glass house
But if I did
Then what was that punch about
I want in, but then I want out
Let me in, I need in to your house
Within the glass I can swim about
The glass so clear but can't see through
It's so sad that I could miss you
Because, really, in the end
What have you ever done for me
I was a kitten you put in the tree
Crying out, wanting to go home
Splintered Tree tonight, I'm so alone
It used to be a woman
Before you took her place
I took your hand to stop the race
Will I always need that something
To fill the hole then overflow
It's so sad to have this song to sing
needing you is not a pretty thing
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7. |
Pray for Peace
03:08
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PRAY FOR PEACE
We might not all agree
On what’s the right thing to do
Who would cast the first stone?
To get a message through
Who wants to take a risk?
Of being wrong or being alone
We might not all agree
But still this is our home
At the very least
We can pray for peace
There are so many angles
Words they can get tangled
And love become strangled
By fear of change or strife
Here’s a simple contribution
When needing resolution
At the very least
We can pray for peace
Some men may carry hate
But would we really wish to teach
Children now and on the way
Violence as a path to peace
If we believe in peace we must
Disavow the iron fist
Strength is strong but sometimes bends
It’s a subtle twist
Chorus
Bridge:
If we are to share this home
Make a pledge strong as stone
To respect each one with a different view
How else can we get through?
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8. |
Puppet
05:25
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Puppet:
I’m a puppet on a string
And a master of disguise
I’m the master above
Fingers dancing in the sky
But I don’t see me
All that’s left are the fragments
Of me scattered all around
Looking for some solid ground
But this stage is all I find
I hope I play my parts well
With one foot up in Heaven
The other down in Hell
I’m a puppet on a string
And the puppet’s master too
I can see the strings clearly
And some change is overdue
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9. |
Oregon Creek
04:46
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OREGON CREEK:
My heart broke on Oregon creek
Couldn’t stand to leave it all incomplete
Everything I felt came pouring from my soul
And my heart was feeling low
Tears they ran like rivers on ancient granite rock
Nothing could prepare my heart for the shock
Of knowing that loving you meant letting go
And my heart was feeling low
CHORUS:
Oregon Creek, cold waters
Oregon Creek, warm stone
Oregon Creek, did you hold my hand?
As I tried to understand
My face it was cracking like lightning in the night
The heaving and the weeping knowing that this might
Be the end of my time
Basking in your light
It’s hard to accept that this is right
But I couldn’t celebrate you
I was selfish in my ways
Taking us for granted
Even in the early days
A minor miracle
You didn’t just turn away
The truth was my defense
Explanation for it all
But once hearts are intertwined
What’s the use of all these walls?
CHORUS
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10. |
Stay Young Forever
04:32
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Stay Young Forever
Yesterday as I left home
I little birdie told me
Something straight out of the blue
Like the sky in which she flew
Was it words or strictly sensation?
Something tingles with an elation
Finding my inner spirit
A well that won’t run dry
The truth became revealed
In the morning’s light
I’m gonna stay young forever
Feel it each day more than ever
Even though each day I’m getting older
I’m gonna stay young forever
I went straight to your door
As no one’s meaning more to me
I spread a little gossip
A smile rose and shaped your lips
Was it words or strictly sensation?
Or just imagination
But you already knew my oasis
Where you quenched your hungry heart
Now too my thirst can be ending
In this morning’s heart
CHORUS
Bridge:
Will you stay young with me or will we not relate?
Come swim beneath my trees, rivers bend but they do not break
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Godfrey Daniel Oakland, California
Godfrey Daniel is the latest musical creation of Daniel Lippincott. A new name for the next chapter in the long saga that is his musical legacy. This album signals his return to the scene after some years of silence. Interpreting his own material with a fresh perspective, personal maturity, and artistic precision, 'Wounded Moon' stands as an artistic statement with an eye towards the future. ... more
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