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Good Old Days
01:57
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Remember that one time
With you and I on a winter’s night
Sitting on an empty bus
Singing Christmas carols for only us
Remember standing there
On the kitchen floor and our feet were bare
Making up some stupid dance
That made us laugh though it made no sense at all
Remember the way we’d sit in your car
And listen to music hour after hour
We’d hit the rewind
And we’d play that part that made us cry
And now we don’t often talk, we don’t keep in touch
We’re not really good at writing much
But I know, my friend
All the memories are on the wind
So if we chance to meet
There’s a chance we’ll find nothing much has changed
And maybe you and I’ll
Be reliving all those good old days
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Walking Wounded
05:33
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Remember when I was a freshman
We jumped into the fountain on the square
One Thursday evening in the springtime
We didn’t take our shoes off, didn’t care
Waded and laughed and acted stupid
Pretending I was walking on the air
I think you thought that I was happy
You thought that I was over all of it
I think I must’ve played my part well
Must’ve had a big smile on my lips
I think that it was my first deep cut
And I just wasn’t healed yet, I’ll admit
How many bodies are walking wounded
How many smiles are disguising pain
If there is so much underneath our surface
Can we be made new again
And life is kind of like a painter
With a palette full of reds and grays
Who fills our youth with fresh new brushstrokes
Of the oranges and crimsons he portrays
Yet as we grow he adds more layers
And turns the canvas rusty in the haze
How many bodies are walking wounded
How many smiles are disguising pain
If there is so much underneath our surface
Can we be made new again
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To the Robin
03:50
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To the sun said the moon
I’d be nothing without you
Shine your light upon me
And illumine endlessly
To the robin said the tree
Come and make your nest in me
Find your shelter in my arms
I will keep you safe from harm
To the ocean said the fish
Could you grant me this one wish
Just to swim in your deep blue
And never find the end of you
To the mountain said the bird
In your heights I’ll be assured
I can see beyond the hills
Into everything that is
You’re the sun and you’re the tree
You’re the mountain and the sea
There’s so much that you could be
You are everything to me
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i recognize myself in the moon
her craters speak to my scars
& her satellite existence
reminds me of my own
invisible cords
i wonder if she also
longs to break away
& go spinning off
to explore the galaxies
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Sabbath
03:46
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So much buzzing around me
Could I ever be still now
Could I ever be still now before the Lord
So much hurry and worry
Could I ever be still now
Could I ever be still now before the Lord
Am I the mover and shaker who makes it all go
Am I the god who is keeping it all in control
Or am I a petulant child who can never be still now
Could I ever be still now before the Lord
Is my life a series of projects
To be checked off some list now
Could I ever be still now before the Lord
Has living my days in this way
Really been so bad til now
Rarely stopping to still now before the Lord
I clothe myself in the thick garment of all that I do
It covers me up like a shield that protects me from who I might be
If I cease the running will my imperfections just spill out
So afraid to be still now before the Lord
If you put holes in this shield what am I
If you take this garment away what am I
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Her Story
04:17
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Life is so very nice
She has a well-paying job
She’s mother and she’s wife
Hello, ducks all in a row
Only were their feathers
Ever ruffled once or twice
Said she got what she wanted
She’s checked all the boxes off
That were in her head
No she’s never been displeased
She knows she’s a lucky girl
But still, nagging regret
Is this it
Is this her story
What’s the point of it all
Where is truth
Where is glory
And what’s the point of it all
How many more days can she
Sustain this temporary definition of
What she was made for
Is she just making mud pies by the seashore
Today might just be the day
Cause the sky’s inviting her
To up and fly away
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In Season
04:19
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A restless heart that longs to chart
Its path through every season
To see the end of curves and bends
With confidence and reason
To have, to keep security
To hold the pen while writing
The storyline it has in mind
To satiate its longing
Breathe in the air that’s everywhere
Of slowness and a patience grand
The lilac tree without hurry
It bears its blooms in season
The fruiting vine in fullest time
It will burst forth in season
Each moment drifts along the wind
That carries us through seasons
These days will fly and pass us by
So do not rush this season
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Hannah Busse Madison, Wisconsin
Folk-pop singer-songwriter from Madison, Wisconsin.
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