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Aucune de Mes Amis
03:10
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Aucune de mes amies
ne m'a compris
quand je pleure dans l'eglise
elle me disent - c'est la vie.
Aucune de mes jours
ne me prend par la main
j'attends en vain,
que je crains, l'amour.
Aucune de mes nuits
ne m'apporte quelque chose:
une tendresse, qui me presse,
un reve, une rose, je n'ose de croire
...que c'est la vie.
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Chance Awakening
03:48
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Waking up, I ask myself if my dream was full of clues?
What seems real is often fake so why does false seem true?
The human eye is deep and round distorting colored images
Refracting white to blue
Can chance produce a masterpiece of deep enduring hues
Coloring each buried thought.
Refrain: Whose dream is it anyway?
With tousled hair and sleepy gaze I look into the mirror.
My half closed eyes so tired and red
My dream so much clearer
The secret eye within my head
Capturing the frenetic pace of unspoken terror
Languishing with sensual grace my romantic fever
Quantifies my fear - desire.
Refrain: Whose dream is it anyway?
Trying to remember what I'd dreamed about
Then I found my dream
The moon took me away to the firmament
And suspended me...
While I sang this song.
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Quelle Desse
02:28
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Quelle déesse, quel dieu
s'est rendu à l'espace,
pour que nous sentions mieux
la clarté de sa face.
Son être dissous
remplit cette pure
vallée du remous de sa vaste nature.
Il aime, il dort.
Forts du Sésame,
nous entrons dans son corps
et dormons dans son âme.
Son être dissous
remplit cette pure
vallée du remous de sa vaste nature.
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Snow Angels
03:37
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I often see the sunlit sky when the gray winter clouds block the light
I somehow feel your warm embrace when the cold wind blows
I often see the moonlit sky when the white snowflakes blanket the night
I sometimes hear you call my name in the silence.
Memories come from places, dark silent melodies
Making deep traces in snow where angels tread.
Memories linger in stages changing with seasons
Spring blooms into summer and
The winter traces
Fall leaves' deep impressions
Bringing you back to me
Soothing my heartache with your shelter from the cold.
See them fly
Snow angels
On their wings
Memories fly.
Memories come from places, dark silent melodies
Making deep traces in the snow where angels
Linger in stages changing with seasons
Spring blooms into summer
and the winter traces fall.
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The Garden
03:07
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There's a song bird on the white fence
and the garden's in bloom
I see you framed by the window
in the sunshine.
In your hands you hold a marigold
and the sky's a pale blue
Can a moment in a memory last a lifetime?
Look away, look again,
there's a change on the wind
and a cloud brings rain to the garden.
Green and blue world ever turning
and the nightingale sings
Vine and arbor silhouettes now in the sunset.
Weeping willows, evening primrose
and the darkness fills my window
Are you standing in the shadows of the garden?
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Water Journey
03:25
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I set my sails on deep blue water
looking for love long lost.
My heart floats on each wave, every beat
every hope in my heart is tossed.
Skyward looking over under
water all around
searching, yearning, aching for my love,
my solid ground.
I stare into the depths in search
of eyes of cobalt blue.
Your empty gaze, my empty days
are spent in search of you.
Skyward looking over under
water all around
searching, yearning, aching for my love,
my solid ground.
Patience now is all I have
A virtue sweet and true
To think of all that's ever been
Some day comes back to you.
I set my sails on deep blue water
looking for love long lost.
My heart floats on each wave, every beat
every hope in my heart is tossed.
Skyward looking under over
water all around
immersed in thoughts of deep blue longing
never to be found.
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Lullaby
05:11
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Mother oh mother, sing to your children
each passing day as they stumble and grow
your tender care as their night long nursemaid
soothes every ache with a song sweet and slow,
...a song sweet and slow.
Mother oh mother sing to your children
showing your love with a song in each word
melody fills every empty passage
warm kitchen stove and a yellow song bird,
...a yellow song bird.
Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
I wish I may I wish I might
Have the wish I wish tonight.
Children oh children sing to your mother
songs of your daydreams with castles and moats
Run through the meadows tugging on kite strings
rising and falling with each tender note.
Monday's child is fair of face
Tuesday's child is full of grace
Wednesday's child is full of woe
Thursday's child has far to go.
Passing of time, melodies linger
binding the souls between mother and child
Mother to son, brother to sister,
Sweet recollections and pain reconciled.
Mother oh mother, sing to your children,
showing your love with a song in each word.
Children oh children sing to your mother
learn and return every song you have heard.
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Guard me while I sleep tonight
And wake me safe at dawn's first light.
Mother oh mother blood ties deepen
Each passing year as our souls sing as one.
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Waiting
02:35
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I hear composer's songs
but my own song is silence
the mute swan sings by flying its wings.
I work through the night
but my own work is stillness
the boatman rows but the river moves the boat.
I've thanked others for their heartfelt kindness
but I never thank my self
for patiently waiting...
Waiting is listening to my beating heart
to act without doing seems awkward and odd
"I'm supposed to, because, the work's never done."
But true work is a heartbeat unbridled by love.
Waiting is lonely and its hard to be alone
My thoughts communing with prospects of home
with my self, my fear, my joy, my tears,
my regret, my dream, my debt ... to whom?
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Barbara Hume Seattle, Washington
Barbara Hume lives in the Seattle area where she has collaborated with composers for the past 20 years including David Paul Mesler, Bonnie Murphy, Paul Lewis and other northwest artists producing original music, set to a rich and varied canon of poetry. In these albums, the weaving of melody and imagery produce songs that unearth the raw senses that nurture the soul. ... more
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