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Storyteller
02:57
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Winter has fallen on the town
And with the falling snow all emotion is pouring out.
And maybe for me love is best found in our storytelling.
Springtime is sprouting all around.
Nature is reborn, maturity in the cold hard ground.
And maybe for me love is the sound of the songbirds singing.
Summer brings sunshine through the clouds.
Earth reflects its warmth and joy is heard in every sound.
And maybe for me love is the sight of children playing.
Autumn paints colors on the ground.
Nature sheds its leaves while temperatures are going down.
And maybe for me love is the story of earth repeating.
And maybe for me love is beautiful storytelling.
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The Prince
05:23
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With string I’ve tied to a group of birds I’m off of this planet for an eternity, the rose just doesn’t smell like it did after so many years living in solitary. So I’m into space to find another place, I don’t want to live here again without another friend.
On my journeys I found a man on his own tiny world. He was a big and wealthy king with his big ermine cloak unfurled. He said I was his subject. I object! I won’t be a part of it. Your kingdom is what your eyes can see and only what your ears can hear, watch me disappear.
Soon I met another man upon Asteroid 326. For knowledge’s sake I tried to land just to learn the man was way too conceited. He taught me to clap and admire another for all the wrong reasons, because he said that he was better than me. What he doesn’t know are all the places that I soon will be. Again into space to find another place, I don’t want to go home again without finding a friend.
In short I met many men but in the end they were exactly the same – Toppler, Explorer, Worker, Counter, King – alike with different names. Nothing left of any imagination, I had yet to find a person that remembered what it meant to be young.
When I had all but given up I found hope again in the form of a child, an abandoned pilot surrounded by desert on all sides for miles. I told him we could be adventurous acquaintances. Won’t you be my traveler? And I will be your little prince.
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Father Time
02:51
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The clock is ticking time keeps moving on but I’m sitting singing all my same old songs about depression and I swear this house gets darker every day. Father time why don’t you bother someone else? Don’t need your depressing suicidal thoughts. I’ve got good friends to help move life along when it’s hard to wake up and face a brand new day. Usually I’d have to head out of town to feel the way that I do now but somehow you’ve helped me see life can be okay.
Move over misanthropic lies, I’m replacing you with much stronger ties to the friends helping me become a much better man. These self-destructive tendencies I hate have got no ground to stand on between you and I. It’s no longer worth the pain to try and fight all the people helping me become the best that I can.
Maybe it’s the weather clearing now. Or the chemicals in my brain balancing themselves out. But I’d like to place the thanks on the friends by my side. I’d like to place the thanks on those that never gave up when I felt like I should die, convinced me life was worth a second try. Try as it might the world ain’t got the best of me. I won’t go out without kicking and punching and supporting hands from my friends all around.
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Forwards
04:07
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Looking through the window as the rain fogs up the glass, I can’t help but wonder if you’re listening to the echoes in the room after all’s been said and done. I’ve got the feeling in my heart that something’s missing. Let the quiet music play from the broken radio because even white noise is enough to fade out the tragedies taken place this evening. All that’s left is to pack up and head home.
Now is it too late to take those words I just couldn’t say? Sometimes the unwritten are the hardest things to say. Is it too late?
The car starts as I head back to the place I came and I know I’ve been defeated once again. The soundtrack is progressing but I feel so far away that the words seem just as distant as the rain. The warmth of the memories and the comfort of the dream are not enough to put my chin in the air. Before the words were said, without the impression in my head, was the feeling ever there?
Now is it too late to take back those words that I didn’t say? Behind the conversations that I had to lay to waste is it too late?
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Night Sky
03:25
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Are you still awake? Do you see the same stars I see above my head up there in the night sky? Tonight I am thinking of you. Somewhere in this valley, not too far away, is the friend who taught me it’s okay to be afraid when my heart skips a beat in the way it does when I think of you.
When I’m with you all my thoughts they unravel. Like depression does when I would go travel to distant states to see long lost places and friends. But this feeling with you is something much more than the thrill of standing on some distant shore. It’s the fears and hopes that I may be falling again.
Are you still awake? Do you see the same stars I see above my head up there in the night sky? Tonight I am thinking of you.
Thinking of you I have to admit that I’m scared to death to knock down what I’ve built, that great fortress I’ve locked all my feelings inside. Because these emotions they hit me like hurricane wind when I let them out of my beating chest. There’s just something about being with you that makes me feel alive.
Are you still awake? Do you see the same stars I see above my head up there in the night sky? Tonight I am thinking of you. Somewhere in this valley, not too far away, is the friend who taught me it’s okay to be afraid when my heart skips a beat in the way it does when I think of you. Tonight I’m thinking of you.
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Tribute
02:03
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I’m homesick. That’s what I tell myself.
But sometimes I secretly feel
I’m in love with the place I’m staying
And nothing can take it from my grasp again.
This is my tribute to Great Salt City.
And this view, Ensign where I’m sitting,
Is something I can never explain
Nor forget for the rest of my life.
Won’t you sit with me as we share our stories
Of how we got here and of where we’re going
As we look out upon our city,
Just big enough for all of us.
Ain’t it something such a broken down kid
Can change as much as I know I did
Because of the people I have met.
These last 12 months I’ll never forget.
For many reasons I guess I’m still homesick
But not for Weymouth or for Bloomington
Or for Party Town up in the Northwest,
But for my own place where I can be with my friends.
Salt Lake has never been so good.
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Spobo & the Sing Alongs West Valley City, Utah
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