1. |
These Young Eyes
04:02
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Slow walking tortoise yoke
Oceans of unspoken timeless
Unknown acts broken
How can this be happening to
These young eyes
Weeping age old sighs
In the suns rays
Long days
Walking for a respite
From the old ways
Chestnuts falling under foot
To mark the season’s trees’
Tall canopies
No one ever saw the perfect
Flatland sanctuary
Deep within a bright light
Spinning in the night
Such a sight
For closed eyes
Walking with a spirit rising high
On the mountain of a
Deep etched line
It’s a clear cut sign
That all is well
Even if it only shows through on this
Day of stellar reverberation
And repose
Merrily we roll along (Merrily we roll along, Merrily we roll along)
Riding on a song
In the space in-betweening
The moments that have meaning
Twist your waist
As you walk
Slow your pace
As you talk
It’s a mystery revisited
Again and again
That the lines between families
Won’t let them be friends
Lunch chatter won’t matter
When the year closes down
But the round-eyed bow-tied
Stranger turned riptide
Left with the crowd and
Moved uptown
What’s this
Singer said Oooooh
She never knew how to talk to you
Why now?
(Singer said)
Now is not the time
Play a tune
It’s sublime
Lose your thoughts
In a rhyme
Ok
Take it on a bus no fuss
Keep it quiet
Simply notice he said
Who gets in your head
Take a step
Cross a street
It’s the people you meet
Not the books you’ve read
Who will calm the inner dread
Simply wait instead
No rush to wed an idea
Take it slow
There is nowhere to go
Rug pulled out beneath the
Concrete estuary
They would have been
Old friends by now
Laughing reminiscing
But instead somehow
Their paths never crossed
Not one more time
Play a tune it’s sublime
Lose your thoughts
In a rhyme
Ok
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2. |
The Couch of Joshua Tree
02:34
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Here's a story that I’ll tell you
Well it may not be believed
But it's time for for it to surface
‘Cause the facts have been retrieved
Nothing fancy nothing long
Just the scoop I must relay
If I don’t the world won’t crumble
But the truth would will be delayed
So here it is in full
Nothing hidden or removed
It’s the story of a couch God used
My sister’s soul to soothe
It’s an unlikely story of a couch
That went too far
And it led her in a circle
To the Tree of Joshua
It led her in a circle to the Tree of Joshua
It starts with a couch that went too far
Roy called Marsha
Marsha called Hank
There was a shower and a UPS delivery tank
Paul was agreeable
The realtor complied
And the next thing you know
Aunt Rose’s couch was on a ride
Now Marsha’s happy as can be
She followed guidance to a T
She found a cabin for an ancient couch
In Joshua Tree
It’s an unlikely story of a couch
That went too far
And it led her in a circle
To the Tree of Joshua
It led her in a circle to the tree of Joshua
It starts with a couch that went too far
And in the wee hours of night when the moon shines free
You can hear my sister humming so peacefully,
“Some may go to Mecca some to Galilee
But Aunt Rose’s couch took me to Joshua Tree”
It started with a couch
I thought it went too far
But that couch revealed the pathway
To the Tree of Joshua
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Rockefeller Center in the snow in the snow
Only fifty cents now in the snow in the snow
Went to buy a chestnut
Only had for one
Rockefeller Center in the snow in the snow
Think I'll get a pretzel
Fire in the road
Man inside a Viking suit hello hello
Won't you talk to me New York
The museum is old
Only fifty cents
Just enough to buy Sixth Avenue
The subway's cold and wet today
Central Park's my friend
And if you need a friend today
I will hold your hand
Rockefeller Center in the snow in the snow
Everything's ahead of me
There's nothing that I know
Strangers bob and tread
Paths entwine like thread
Rockefeller Center
One more chestnut
Only one more chestnut today
I think I'll go home now anyway
Rockefeller Center in the snow in the snow
Only fifty cents now in the snow in the snow
Went to buy a chestnut
Only had for one
Rockefeller Center in the snow in the snow
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4. |
Love the Earth
02:31
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When you love the sky
Well then you love the Earth
(Love the Earth, Love the Earth)
When you love the Earth
(Love the sky)
When you love the Earth
(Love the sky)
Well then you love the sky
(Love the Earth, Love the Earth)
Oh when you love the Earth
(I love the sky)
When you love the Earth
(Love the sky)
Well then you love the sky
(Love the Earth)
When you love the sun
(I love the sun)
When you love the sun
(I love the sun)
Well then you love the moon
(Love the moon)
When you love the moon
(I love the moon)
When you love the moon
(Love the sun)
Well then you love the sun
(Love the moon Love the moon)
When you love the sun
(When you love the sun)
(Love the sun)
When you love the sun
(When you love the sun)
Well then you love the moon
(Love the moon)
When you love the night
(Love the night)
When you love the night
(Love the night)
Well then you love the day
(I love the day)
(Love the day)
When you love the day
(Love the night)
When you love the day
(Love the night)
Well then you love the night
(Love the night)
(Love the day)
When you love the night
(Love the night)
When you love the night
(Love the night)
Well then you love the day
(Love the day)
When you love the sky
(Love the sky)
When you love the sky
(Love the sky)
Well then you love the Earth
(Love the Earth Love the Earth)
When you love the Earth
(Love the sky)
When you love the Earth
(Love the sky)
Well then you love the sky
(Love the Earth Love the Earth)
When you love the sky
(Love the sky)
Then you love the Earth
(Love the Earth)
Then you love the Earth
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Rebbie Straubing New York, New York
Rebbie Straubing is an American singer songwriter whose New Age music promotes spiritual awakening and energy alignment.
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