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Come & Play
05:45
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COME & PLAY
Born of the light,
the kind that knows no shadows.
A spark in the dark, you compel
the clouds to draw back their curtains.
By yourself you’re never lonely.
But, together we’ll be unstoppable.
Come and play.
Bathed in glow.
Wrapped like a promise.
Gracefully the purest
form of bliss.
Asleep in your dream.
Awakened by one simple kiss.
Wake, baby,
come and play.
Now that I have grown,
I can lift you from your cradle.
We’ll make our escape,
under tables and behind long curtains.
By ourselves,
we can make believe for hours.
Pretend the mirror’s a window
to another place.
Come and play.
Bathed in glow.
Wrapped like a promise.
Gracefully the purest
form of bliss.
Asleep in your dream.
Awakened by one simple kiss.
Wake, baby,
come and play.
We run circles,
chasing, racing.
Tiny heroes,
we’re the kings and the queens.
Reckless rough house,
collapsing, laughing.
But, what’s that murmur?
I can feel your heart race.
© 2007 Reuben Butchart
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2. |
So Much Soul
04:37
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SO MUCH SOUL
Soft and gentle strong,
light of life, uplift us all.
Kind pushes and a voice
for soothing storms.
Good. Also warm.
First-hand truths inform your gifts.
Words so wise
and honest helping hands.
So much soul you have.
It radiates.
I always feel safe with you.
...everyday.
Song, sing me one.
Quiet grace is what you show.
Age of a spirit so much younger.
Eyes light for me.
Wide awake you seize the day.
Slow, I don’t want you
to break down now.
So much soul you have.
It radiates.
I always feel safe with you...
...everyday of my story.
Everything that you know
I want to know.
And, my life goes on
beyond familiar streets.
Still you’ll always stay
close beside me.
So much soul you have.
It radiates.
I always feel safe with you.
© 2007
Reuben Butchart & Richard Robertson
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3. |
Belle of the Ball
03:49
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BELLE OF THE BALL
Sister, it’s time to get going.
So, what will you wear
to hide all the butterflies?
Sister, your long slip is showing
from under that dress
Grandma made from the last table cloth.
Oh, Princess,
you are the family doll,
our most prized possession,
the belle of the ball.
Sister, if we paint up your nails,
then the dirty won’t show.
Let Grandma pull back
all your pretty hair.
Sister, I know it must be murder
when she tugs much too tight,
twisting tornado turnovers
into your tender head.
Oh, Princess,
you are the family doll,
our most prized possession,
the belle of the ball.
© 2007 Reuben Butchart
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4. |
A Noble Scar
03:04
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A NOBLE SCAR
Bandage hurts
when you peel it gingerly.
Tear it off fast
to reveal what’s underneath.
It’s best to know the truth.
What have we got?
A noble scar
to remind us of past lives –
proof that we’ve endured
once more.
Or, are we nursing
a fresh wound?
Look, Ma. No hands.
I’m riding past impatiently,
heedless of the cliff.
I’ve gotta risk if I’m to succeed.
It’s best to know the truth.
What have we got?
A noble scar
to remind us of past lives –
proof that we’ve endured
once more.
Or, are we nursing
a fresh wound?.
© 2007 Reuben Butchart
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5. |
Northern California
04:12
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NORTHERN CALIFORNIA
I come from a place where
the redwood is taller
than the tallest building.
Giant angels roost there,
roots in the earth.
I once belonged to
Northern California.
I come from a place where
the sun is only overshadowed
by the fog.
Warm in a blanket
fills the forest air.
I won’t be too long from
Northern California.
I live in a place where
the sirens burn a hole
right through my nervous head.
Rotten to the marrow,
Big Apple is sour grapes
sometimes.
Today I long for
Northern California.
You’re my sweet home.
© 2007 Reuben Butchart
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6. |
Bright Boys
04:54
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BRIGHT BOYS
Bright boys,
hiding out under covers,
finding solace in private quarters
and shady corners.
Bright boys whispering
a sweetness in the storm.
Bright boys scream it out.
Release and you’re reborn
again.
Reborn
again.
Bright boys,
licking lips and flashing smiles,
tearing into silence with
the brightest laughter,
and gracing city sidewalks
with steady hipsway.
Bright boys whispering
a sweetness in the storm.
Bright boys scream it out.
Release and you’re reborn
again.
Reborn
again.
© 2007 Reuben Butchart
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7. |
Golden Boy
05:25
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GOLDEN BOY
Hurry, wait.
Must constantly chase carrot.
Build on strength.
One day you will inherit.
Fight for right.
Earn your keep.
Go now.
Don’t pause today for promise.
Good luck, Golden Boy.
The good always win in the end.
Stage a coup.
Step up and step out today.
Your turn.
People please
to ease away the teasing –
that tightening screw.
Their daily machinations
just wear you out.
Get hold of yourself.
Go now.
Don’t pause today for promise.
Good luck, Golden Boy.
The good always win in the end.
Stage a coup.
Step up and step out today.
Your turn.
Stick to your guns.
Do it for love.
Hold on.
Do it for love.
© 2007 Reuben Butchart
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8. |
Flash & Click
02:46
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FLASH & CLICK
You let your presence be known
with a flash of your lashes.
And, you get to give every order
with a click of your fingers.
I see you gotta to make believe
you’re queen of the land
to quell that old cacophony
and come off as grand, my star.
The world is your oyster, ‘cause...
You let your presence be known
with a flash of your lashes.
And, you get to give every order
with a click of your fingers.
But, when we’re in a quiet place,
your head rests on my chest,
and you find a little humility
and forget about all the rest of that mess.
The world is your oyster, ‘cause...
You are so fine.
So, let your presence be known
with a flash of your lashes ‘cause
you get to give every order
with a click of your fingers.
Oh, you never linger.
© 2007 Reuben Butchart
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9. |
Fading
04:10
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FADING
Blessed are the sneezers
and the coughers
and their contraband.
Migraine and eye strain
‘cause of the causes.
Oh, the pauses.
Waving in a truck stop scene –
more like wavering,
waxing and waning.
Slit eye on a cyclops runs.
Tracks are running.
Arms are track stars.
I am fading into a heavy air.
Just a sigh of smoke remaining.
I am fading there.
Hold on ‘til it’s over, dears.
Don’t go head on
into headlights.
Give up on the white puff
and cruel brown stuff
before it is too late...too late.
I am fading into a heavy air.
Just a sigh of smoke remaining.
I am fading there..
© 2007 Reuben Butchart
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10. |
Cartoon Heroes
04:22
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CARTOON HEROES
You get some rocks and I’ll pour the concrete and we’ll make a man-made pond in Grandma’s backyard where Grandpa cannot see us.
Unwind the garden hose and I’ll pour the water and we’ll make a dark lagoon where swans are not allowed and there’s only room for ugly creatures.
It’s nearly done.
But, wait. Something’s missing.
You know what we need?
Skip out. Ditch the babysitter
and ride on to the Russian River.
Come on. Fake out every forest ranger
and steal one tiny baby turtle.
He’s all we got.
You get some fresh worms and I’ll toss a salad out of some leaves and twigs ‘cause Turtle could get hungry on the long trip back to Grandma’s.
Wrap him in your jacket and I’ll grab the bikes. The road’s much to rough to ride with Turtle in your pocket. I guess we’ll have to hike the way back.
We’re nearly there.
By now they should have missed us.
You know what they need.
Skip out. Ditch the babysitter
and ride on to the Russian River.
Come on. Fake out every forest ranger
and steal one tiny baby turtle.
He’s all we got.
There you go,
crying like a little baby.
We’re almost home.
We’re not lost –
I know a shortcut.
Now here we are,
standing on the porch
in moonlight.
Looks like they’ve gone
out for supper.
No one’s here to meet
our new friend.
Skip out. Ditch the babysitter
and ride on to the Russian River.
Come on. Fake out every forest ranger
and steal one tiny baby turtle.
He’s all we got.
© 2007 Reuben Butchart
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ALL THERE IS TO TELL
Last night I had a dream.
We were tied up wrist to wrist.
You were crying. I was shivering
in a faintly fragrant wind.
I was with you all along
on a shore that stretched for miles.
We were smothered by a desperate love,
held hostage on the golden isle.
Come, tell your brother all there is to tell.
Sing from the top of the mountain
and let the river flow.
Terrified of the rapids,
we were frozen on the bank.
Should we dive into the alluring current?
Will it lead us to a waterfall?
We were just us two,
wading in up to our tender necks.
We were laughing, splashing and forgetting that neither one of us
could really swim.
And then that rock approached us.
“Should we reach out for its ledge?
Won’t you let all your secrets bubble up?
I think we can finally come up for air.”
Come, tell your brother all there is to tell.
Sing from the top of the mountain
and let the river flow.
Terrified of the rapids,
we were frozen on the bank.
Should we dive into the alluring current?
Will it lead us to a waterfall?
my baby... my sister...
my heart... my muse...
my laughter... my solace...
my dream...
© 2007 Reuben Butchart
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12. |
Trust Me
06:06
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TRUST ME
You can’t tell – can’t figure out
a way to know me.
Instead of settling for being mystified,
allow me to be revealing.
I’m about true kindness,
generosity, and a little shyness.
You retreat. You’ve got your doubts.
...accuse me of hiding.
Well, check my files. My record’s clean.
I’m an open book for you to write in.
Illuminate your story
with this hero bound for glory.
I’m yours, baby.
Let there be no doubt.
I’m yours, baby.
You can trust me now.
© 2007 Reuben Butchart
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