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Proof
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PROOF
Pull out your sliderules, uncap your pens,
if x equals dreams to the power of tens,
and the shade of the sky is the value of y,
turns out in the end, to every question the answer is yes.
Take textbooks, computers, theorems and myths,
divide by the square root of old hieroglyphs,
the arc of a ball times the red leaves of fall,
turns out in the end, to every question the answer is yes.
When the numbers line up in some elegant way,
do they add up to truth, fools would venture to say.
When you sum up the breeze on a hot summer day,
it is just you and me,
lying under a tree,
squinting hard, trying to see,
we are looking for proof.
There’s proof in the question you are able to ask,
in the beckoning smile and the well performed task,
in the way things work out and the way that they don’t,
turns out in the end, to every question the answer is yes.
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2. |
Cool
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COOL
Cool, don’t go crying like a fool.
No one cares to hear that you
think that you have got it rough.
Boy it pays to play it Cool,
like the etiquette in school
they were making sure you knew
you were never cool enough.
Never cool enough.
Bruises, hidden by a tee shirt,
don’t let on that they hurt,
try and understand.
This time really ought to learn you.
He was only trying to turn you
into something like a man.
Cool, don’t go crying like a fool.
No one cares to hear that you
think that you have got it rough.
Boy it pays to play it Cool,
He was taking you to school,
making sure you knew
you were never cool enough.
Never cool enough.
Safer not to make a sound
when the old man is around,
don’t you even dare to blink.
Cool it when he’s got his rings on,
remember what it brings on
when he’s had a few to drink.
That’s the recipe for
Cool, don’t go crying like a fool.
No one cares to hear that you
think that you have got it rough.
Boy it pays to play it Cool,
He was taking you to school,
making sure you knew
you were never cool enough.
Never cool enough.
Don’t run hot, never run cold.
Keep it inside so I’ve been told.
Cool, don’t go crying like a fool.
No one cares to hear that you
think that you have got it rough.
Everybody play it Cool,
like the etiquette in school,
till even you believe it’s true,
you were never cool enough.
Never cool enough.
Never cool enough
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3. |
Gone Too Soon
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GONE TOO SOON
You look pretty good in that big wood box.
I Like the chromium handles, like the way it locks.
‘Cause you won’t get out, and that’s a damn good thing.
You were a son-of-a bitch when you took to drink.
It’s whiskey jar, whiskey glass.
Here’s to you, you old pain in the ass.
One for the money ‘cause you never had any,
two for the luck, you were a really bad penny,
three for us brothers, now there’s only two.
We’re down at Wade’s Bar, where the hell are you?
You taught me how to shoot, bought me my first gun.
When there was trouble with the law, you showed me where to run.
You were a real good Brother, you were a better friend.
Now I can’t believe this is where the story ends.
If you’re on the other side, won’t you knock three times?
Let us know if we have to pay for all our crimes.
One for the money ‘cause you never had any,
two for the luck, you were a really bad penny,
three for us brothers, now there’s only two.
We’re down at Wade’s Bar, where the hell are you?
Farewell, and gone too soon.
Still can see you in the shadows of my room,
when the clouds unveil the moon.
Farewell, and gone too soon,
farewell, and gone too soon.
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4. |
Turning Stone
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TURNING STONE
When you come down, we will walk these streets together,
tracing the path over our old reckless days.
We’ll notice how strong the autumn winds have blown,
when we come down to the turning stone.
When you come down, we will shake our heads in wonder,
at all of those foolish deeds both of us survived.
We will remark how much we both have grown,
when we come down to the turning stone.
When the frost lies silver on the barley,
shadows all are leaning to the north.
and the dove sings of her nest so far away,
listen now, so carefully, like a child, upon the knee.
There are stories in the wind of a road that’s bending home.
When I come down, you will not be going with me.
Not till the day when the geese all journey south.
Though I depart for a land as yet unknown,
still we will meet at the turning stone.
I swear by these hands, you won’t have to stand alone,
when we come down to the turning stone.
Turning stone,
who can number the joys of a lifetime?
Turning stone,
every moment these stars have shone?
Turning stone,
who can count up the tears and laughter?
When we come down to the turning stone.
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5. |
Come October
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COME OCTOBER
Whole world’s gone green, everywhere you look,
birds warblin’ in the trees, fish flappin’ in the brook,
but Baby, Baby, everything looks different come October.
Baseball starts in April, fireworks in July,
Corn is ripe in August, September blackberry pie,
just you wait and see, everything looks different come October.
October’s the month my sky turns gray,
watching your plane fly away.
Don’t wanna wait to miss you somehow,
guess I’ll start missing you now.
Gonna miss you bad while you’re still here,
that’s so you can help me cry in my beer,
Take it from me, everything looks different come October.
Just you wait and see, everything looks different come October.
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6. |
Antique Bed
04:35
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ANTIQUE BED
Joseph found the antique bed in a junk shop in Menlo Park.
He often wondered why anyone would choose to part,
of their own free will, with such a wonderful bed.
Maybe someone had been so smitten, so completely in love,
that he couldn’t bring himself to take another risk with his heart,
on that same oak bed after his baby had gone.
Can you fall in love with a girl who you haven’t yet met,
when your dreams fill up with a face you won’t forget?
It’s a question Joseph asks nearly every single night,
when sleep drifts in like a mist on a gray October moon,
and her pale ghost lies down like an old unpaid debt,
or a long forgotten name, somewhere carved on a stone.
A dog howls on the rising wind,
and it carries up over the eaves.
You’d better beware if you dream of a girl
with a snowstorm in her eye,
in the month of the changing leaves,
in the month of the changing leaves.
If you go hiking down the dirt trails in Mr. Cooper’s field,
you can still spot Joseph, searching through the manchineel.
He’ll be so intent, he won’t notice you at all.
And if you look carefully, you might swear you see right through to bone,
while the wild vines wind in and out around his heels,
till his haunted heart becomes forever overgrown.
A dog howls on the rising wind,
and it carries up over the eaves.
You’d better beware if you dream of a girl
with a snowstorm in her eye,
in the month of the changing leaves,
in the month of the changing leaves.
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7. |
I Am The Girl
04:00
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I AM THE GIRL
I am the girl who wore your Gramma’s ring,
since the day I turned nineteen,
‘cause that’s what all the nice girls used to do.
I am the girl who cooked and scrubbed your dishes,
bowed down to all your wishes,
even though none of my own were coming true
I am the girl who bore your firstborn son,
and after that another one,
while you handed out cigars to all your friends.
I am the girl who tended colds and coddled fevers,
read all the happily ever afters,
though you never tried to give me one of them.
Nobody knows the girl who used to run
through the green and amber summer
with her hair all full of leaves.
Nobody knows how she shinnied down the trellis
to the arms of Billy Dare,
kissed all night long beneath the eaves.
I am the girl to whom you never listened,
even when the first star glistened,
as we sat out in the evening on the swing.
My secret heart was miles from here with Billy Dare.
Felt just like you did not care
to ever try and understand a thing.
Nobody knows the girl who used to run
through the green and amber summer
with her hair all full of leaves.
Nobody knows how she shinnied down the trellis
to the arms of Billy Dare,
kissed all night long beneath the eaves.
I am the girl who lies beneath this earth,
to my dying from my birth,
the years went slipping through my fingertips.
I am the girl who had no time for acting silly,
but the memory of my Billy
was the thing that put the last smile on my lips.
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THE TROUBLE WITH BASEBALL
The trouble with baseball is mostly you fail,
only three times in ten can you hope to prevail.
You slide into home, the ump makes the call,
it was close that don’t turn out to matter at all.
The trouble with love is it don’t give a damn
if you pop up, ground out, or hit a grand slam.
There’s ghosts in the outfield, angels there too.
No telling which one will be closer to you.
Closer than blood, closer than bone,
you’re haunted each night, it won’t leave you alone.
Whispering softly into your left ear,
“there’s bound to be trouble here.”
The trouble with pain is the big double play,
both runners get burned, both hearts have to pay.
Whether you’re safe or whether you fall,
any fool who know love knows it’s too close to call.
Closer than blood, closer than bone,
you’re haunted each night, it won’t leave you alone.
Whispering softly into your left ear,
“there’s bound to be trouble here.”
There’s three kinds of trouble in diamonds and dirt.
Three strikes, three outs, three ways to get hurt.
But love leans in close, against common sense,
tells you to swing for the fence.
Closer than blood, closer than bone,
you’re haunted each night, it won’t leave you alone.
Whispering softly into your left ear,
“there’s bound to be trouble here.”
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9. |
Outrun Your Heart
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OUTRUN YOUR HEART
You can duck for cover, you can turn on your heel,
hang onto those secrets you swore not to reveal.
You can fly from my arms just like a bird on the wind,
but you can never outrun your heart.
You can change direction, you can stop on a dime,
leave my door quicker than changing your mind.
Like a roller coaster, you go screaming downhill,
but you can never outrun your heart.
Before the sun goes down,
you will know it’s true.
Sure as this world spins round,
there is a plan for you.
You can jump in your roadster, you can stomp on the gas,
flash your lights wildly till they all let you pass.
You can sprint till your pulse pounds wild in your chest,
but you can never outrun your heart.
You need a faster bike,
you need a bigger car,
you wanna bungee jump,
you wanna close this bar,
you got a restless mind,
you got a reckless streak,
you’re gonna ride this train
until your knees get weak,
you need a smarter phone,
you need a cooler tat,
you don’t feel safe alone,
must be an app for that,
you want to own this town,
you never feel complete,
you need a limousine,
you need a penthouse suite,
Velocity is something you’ve got plenty of,
but nothing moves faster than the speed of love.
Before the sun goes down,
you will know it’s true.
Sure as this world spins round,
there is a plan for you.
You can duck for cover, you can turn on your heel,
hang onto those secrets you swore not to reveal.
You can fly from my arms just like a bird on the wind,
but you can never outrun your heart.
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10. |
Looks Like Rain
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LOOKS LIKE RAIN
There was a flood down in Mesopotamia,
that’s how the story of old Gilgamesh goes.
There was a flood down in Louisiana.
Nobody mentioned that it looked like rain.
Too many tears can make you blind to the sorrow.
Too many heartaches make you numb to the pain.
Too many fears can get you dreading tomorrow,
running for shelter when it looks like rain.
Looks like rain, Western wind keeps singin’.
Looks like rain right outside my door.
Lightning and deluge the storm is bringin’,
woke up this mornin’ and it looks like rain,
woke up this mornin’ and it looks like rain.
Too many clouds cover up the horizon.
Too many ugly lies disguised like the truth.
Even a fool can see the water is risin’
I felt a droplet now it looks like rain.
Looks like rain, the Western wind keeps singin’.
Looks like rain right outside my door.
Lightning and deluge the storm is bringin’,
woke up this mornin’ and it looks like rain,
woke up this mornin’ and it looks like rain.
Even a child knows to come out of the weather.
Even a dog knows when to duck and hide.
Seems like people oughta know better.
Fasten the shutters Baby,
Fasten the shutters Darlin’,
Fasten the shutters and come inside.
Looks like rain, the Western wind keeps singin’.
Looks like rain right outside my door.
Lightning and deluge the storm is bringin’,
woke up this mornin’ and it looks like rain.
Darkness is spreading and it looks like rain.
River gettin’ higher and it looks like rain.
Hold you light up to the window, looks like rain.
So I can see you shining, it looks like rain.
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Dan Hazlett Detroit, Michigan
Dan Hazlett (pronounced HAZE-let) is an accomplished, polished performer who entertains and uplifts his audiences with a blend of his smooth, soulful voice, his finely honed acoustic guitar work, and his arsenal of well-crafted and thoughtfully presented songs. Weaving in and out of folk, jazz and a Will Rogers style of down-home humor, Dan captivates his listeners. ... more
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