In October (from Coradoba)
In October
Sweet love was in
With the moon in blue
And turning shadows
My window
Kept the cold outside
Of nearly frost earth
And shivering leaves
The birds have flown
To somewhere
And the bare branches
Are longing for next spring
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Give Me Time
Give me time to be
Give me time to live
Give me time to see
Give me time to give
Let me reach my goal
Let me find my way
Let me have a role
Let me learn today
Give me time to use
Give me time to make
Give me time to lose
Give me time to wake
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These Guitar Tones
These guitar tones,
Singing into the air
With tunes of moonless nights;
I have heard them before,
When a candle light dies
When wind blows out the lights:
These guitar tones,
That make me morn
The days that all are done;
With only memories, to carry on
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Sister Sun - Brother Moon
Sister sun
Brother moon,
It's the summer
Of early June.
Winged across
Spears of thought,
Rainbow flush
Brought to us.
It's for you too
Light our mind,
Of colors true
Our eyes may find.
Sea of touch
That comes around,
That means so much
As lost is found.
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Corners Everywhere (From, The Barka Lyrics - II)
Sit down
Wait your change
Nothing is going forever
There are corners everywhere
To begin your journey
Times are complicated
With too much to do
And nothing to please
In the same way
You can give me this and that
And never give too much
You have your ways to accomplish
What surrounds your thought
And sets your mind
There are corners everywhere
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50 (from, ‘What's Really Happening - In 54 numbers’)
Each love is like racing cars,
Driving through the final line;
Wounds from losing - all its scars,
Shiver up your spine.
You, the driver of speed car,
Formulates through the years;
Rotten deals with feelings are,
Making clouds from tears.
Take the car and steer it well,
To lives fortunes and each fame;
You could likewise drive to hell,
It's a speed life's game.
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Fire Inside (From, The Barka Lyrics - II)
Fire inside
Through the years must glide
Days coming through
Each one is new
Through each life's tide
Stormy weather ride
Gray and darkish hue
Blending futures cue
Fire inside
With fire inside
Heart and feelings bide... Yeah!
Fire inside
With fire inside
Heart and feelings bide
Days are clearing the night
On and on we will go
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Flower Flower
Flower flower,
Seasonal art;
Gracious thing
Glory all worth,
New in each spring.
Beauty you are,
Breaking a heart;
Of you I sing,
With my full breath
And spiritual wing.
Flower flower
Fragile and new,
With summer so sweet;
Beauty beyond,
Tenderly treat.
Forever newborn,
When summer shall start;
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9 (from, ‘What's Really Happening – In 54 Numbers’)
Lust and love is everywhere,
It keeps on burning, in my skin.
I see your face here and there,
But forgetfulness soon shall win.
Treason's for our love begun,
When I found the 'drugs of joy'.
Thereon started lust and fun,
For a party zone driven boy.
If you drift to my cloud one day,
Don't mind, if I've forgotten you.
My ship did leave your 'home bay'
And feelings, we can't renew.
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Let The Joyful Sunshine Come
Let the joyful sunshine come
to the inside little some,
where emotions hide
with our thoughts abide,
- and we don't know where are from.
Summer like a sweetest rose
going through and then it goes,
colored treasures
eyesight pleasures,
- all there in from lightness grows.
Everything is moments new
from the gray and to the blue,
many sunshine days
nothing long though stays,
- for each time is going through.
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