Joy so swiftly’s turned to sadness, now,

what heavy hearts for Liverpool, these days.

Along the Strand I’ve walked with dad,

he loved it there, up Water Street,

pints in pubs, their voices music to our ears,

real wit and wisdom, working folks’ true class:

they’ll never walk alone, those hearts of gold.

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a solo drum
the soft breeze drifting
light reflects from capirihina glasses
vocals awaken
waves waving goodbye for the night
sand resting in it's place
two blocks away 
ganzas begin to shake 
voices whisper
footsteps tap
goodnight sun 
Hello Rio.
 

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I looked at her, her angel voice still playing in the sound room. 

She sat surrounded by the band, just like we always do. 

Her songs were mesmerizing, she had everything to make it,

and in that moment God gave me this truth -

“No matter what, the songs we make are greater than the artists”.

The words came out as if it wasn’t me. 

Then she and I met eye to eye, we knew the t...

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Do you feel the music?

Does it capture in your soul

the feelings that got lost in there

as you’ve played out your role?

Have you ever sat and listened,

let it take you far away?

Well, I’ve done it time and again

and I can clearly say -

that nothing else compares.

It’s like a portal out of time,

where you can let things go and heal,

submerged in the sublim...

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