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4/28/22
I'm sure we've all wondered
why we're what we are
why some look just fine
and then others F.U.B.A.R.
When the data falls short
and the logic's not found
it could be the creatures
to whom we are bound.
And so as we wonder
why we're what we are,
well, maybe the answer
is not all that far
-not science, nor chaos
nor astrology.
It could be no more
than the creatures we see. π
For example...
She fights like a tiger
so quick and so sleek
and roars her proud passion
-too fierce for the meek.
But when she's contented
she lounges all week
and she purrs if she likes you
with her eyes of mystique.
While he is as prickly
as a big porcupine
He will not break bread
or offer you wine.
He blows on his bullhorn
that nothing is fine
and he waddles real slowly
like a prick by design.
Some cluck like crazed chickens
and gossip's their trade.
Their feathers are ruffled
no matter what's laid.
Some are chameleons
who play any line
and they argue for nothing
with no faith to define.
Some are like canines
who just love to play
They'll be your best friend
if you pet them all day.
Some are like felines
who might need much less
but just what they're thinking...
is anyone's guess.
(Chorus)
As I am a fish of the 7 Great Seas,
you are a squirrel of the finest green trees.
I swim with the currents or float by with ease.
You jump and you scramble or glide with the breeze.
You juggle those acorns, oh my, what a tease!
Hey, You, way up there! Come swim with me please.π
The rebels are eagles
who aim for the sky.
They spread their wings out
without telling us why.
The nobles are turtles
who take their sweet time.
Their shells are rock-hardened
but their faces sublime. π’
My man is a workhorse
who pulls his own weight.
He bucks off the trifles
and keeps his face straight.
And just like an ant
she can dig, run and climb
You'll see her move one way...
then turn on a dime!
(Chorus)
As I am a fish of the 7 Great Seas,
you are a squirrel of the finest green trees.
I swim with the currents or float by with ease.
You jump and you scramble or glide with the breeze.
You juggle those acorns, oh my, what a tease!
Hey, You, way up there! Come swim with me please.π
...or maybe later tonight when we're catching some Zs!
π π π π π
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2. |
Bean Town Sunday
04:41
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5/10/22
Another day is done
of just wearing out my shoes.
I've passed by a million faces
from a million different places
But nothing new is news.
I'm a king of wishful thinking
and I wish for something more.
I can dig all her high-tech
and her semi-weekly check
But there's more worth living for.
Sometimes when my chin is up or my head is hangin' down
the feeling will play me like a song.
Something about this whole place -with a spirit all her own-
gives me pause before I trek along.
Another day will come
which could outshine the last.
I've taught well and I've learned
I've been soothed and burned
where the future meets the past.
I'm a fish who's outta water
but I know that's best for me
She's small and big enough
She's charming and she's tough
where we all fight to be free.
Sometimes when my chin is up or my face is lookin' down
the feeling will play me like a song.
Something about her embrace - with a spirit all her own-
gives me pause before I trek along.
And there's nothing really like a Bean Town Sunday.
Her shiny glass and faded bricks
all standing side-by-side
Her dark blue skies and the buzz of youth
are calling me outside
Working hard and playing hard,
her wind blows through my hair
and I catch myself marveling
at what's happening out there.
And I always know when it's a Bean Town Sunday.
Another day of thanks
for what has come to be.
I've got my share of pain
which could make all the gain
that I will ever need.
I'm a man for all her seasons
and her reds n' blues n' greys.
I'm ruled by her winter sting
and her birds that always sing
and her crispy Autumn days.
Sometimes when my chin is up or my chips are lookin' down
The feeling will play me like a song.
Something about her fine face - with a spirit all her own -
gives me pause before I trek along.
And there's nothing really like a Bean Town Sunday.
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5/14/22
They feast like hogs, we work like dogs,
but our conscience still is clean.
Keepin' up and screenin' frauds
who don't say what they mean.
Their penny pinchin', corner cuttin'
is right down to a grind.
But thank God Friday's come at last
before we lose our minds!
So...Fire it up! Let's go have a little fun
We can do just what we like and stop having to run
Fire it up! Bring a healthy appetite
Dine or dance or rock n' roll- anything is fine 2 night!
Fire it up!!! ...and feelin' good is good enough!
Meditation and contemplation
help us make ends meet.
But we're alive and kickin' jive
when some drop dead from the heat.
We're so lucky that we can rock
new ways to move our feet.
What goes around still comes around
It's still a 2-way street.
So... Fire it up! Let's go have a little fun
We can do just what we like; it's our time in the sun.
Fire it up! Bring a healthy appetite.
Dine or dance or rock n' roll - it's gonna be just dy-no-mite!
Fire it Up!!! .... and feelin' good is good enough!
Those politicians and statisticians
will never bring us down
Life's too short with lots of gems
so let's go out on the town!
And even if our backs are sore
or eyes are burned with strain,
I believe God put us here
to board that party train!
So... fire it up! Let's go have a little fun
We can do just what we like; no more under the gun
Fire it up! Bring a healthy appetite
Dine or dance or rock n' roll - in the crowd or outta site.
Fire it up! Bring a healthy appetite
Dine or dance or rock n' roll - Life's an apple; take a bite!
Fire it Up! Bring a healthy appetite
Dine or dance or rock n' roll- we'll take the wrongs and make 'em right!
Fire it up!
Now, we don't need perfection, friend
or some high-minded fluff.
Sarge Elias said it best:
"Feelin' Good is good enough!"
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Instrumental
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5. |
Where Did I Go Wrong?
04:21
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5/20/22
Now, I'm not superstitious but I know when somethin's wrong
when sudden thoughts at 3am come hit me like a gong!
I know in spite of all my treks, I feel I'm missing out
and in spite of higher learning don't know what it's all about.
They say hindsight is 20/20, and maybe that it true
but I'm still making old mistakes or playing someone's fool
Maybe one day I'll get wise; I hope it won't be long.
But 'till it comes I'll strum and bumble just like Cheech and Chong!
(Chorus)
So if you say I'm bungling the same ol', silly song
or if you claim I've come up short and just can't get along
or if you think of Heaven as a place I don't belong,
then tell me... tell me...tell me, please. Where did I go wrong?
Is my damage from those edibles, or the bad friends that I made,
or guilt from Johnny's Oreos that I stole in 2nd grade,
or rage from sibling rivalry or my own D.N.A.,
or sorrow from that beauty queen who I let slip away?
Or does it come from that blue jail they called my middle school?
Or is it from too much chlorine in Bobby's swimming pool?
Or does it come from reading crap and all those fairy tales?
Or does it come from any spook who's going through my mail?
(Chorus)
So if you say I'm bungling the same ol', silly song
or if you claim I've come up short and just can't get along
or if you think of Heaven as a place I don't belong,
then tell me... tell me...tell me, please. Where did I go wrong?
Now, if stupid were a Pinto, well, you know I'd slam the brakes
and I would cut my losses now if that's what it would take
You could bring it to my face and I'd take it like a man
'cause I don't care for make-believe and I ain't Peter Pan.
I count the things that I've done right, but only on one hand
Grappling all my damn regrets, I wonder how I stand.
But maybe it's a blessing that pretends to be a curse
I just hope that thanks to love it won't get any worse!
(Chorus)
So if you say I'm bungling the same ol', silly song
or if you claim I've come up short and just can't get along
or if you think of Heaven as a place I don't belong,
then tell me... tell me...tell me, please. Where did I go wrong?
And if my song is truly wrong, then I don't wanna be right!
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6. |
Let Me Count the Ways
04:34
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6/3/22
I love the way you walk
I love the way you talk
I love your easy smile
I love your breezy style
I love your simple clothes
I love your power pose
I love your empathy
I love your honey tea!
I love the way you think
I love the way you drink
I love your politics
I love your Kung-Fu kicks
I love your nifty flicks
I love your guitar licks
I love your Pi Day pies
I love your "Me, Oh, My!" s
I love the way you hold me close
and the way you sing those sweet, sweet, sweet notes
I love the way you dish your kiss
and the way you take care of our biz-niss!
Oh, let me count the ways
and all the sunny days
that I love you!
I love the way you cruise
I love the way you snooze
I love your rosy nose
I love your twinkle toes
I love your optimism
I love your cynicism
I love your knowing eyes
I love your playful lies.
I love the way we pair
I love the way you're there
I love your big bear hugs
I love your awe of bugs
I love your silliness
I love your quick finesse
I love your taste in Bach
I love your choice of schlock!
I love the way you hold me close
and the way you sing those sweet, sweet, sweet notes
I love the way you dish your kiss
and the way you take care of our biz-niss!
Oh, let me count the ways
and all the sunny days
that I love you!
I love your groovy class
I love your lack of sass
I love your give-and-take
I love your year and make
I love your lemon grass
I love your old "Cheers" glass
I love your baggy pants
I love your song and dance!
I love the way you feel
I love the way you're real
I love your confidence
I love your common sense
I love your rock n' roll
I love your jaunty soul
I love just who you are
Yeah, you're my shining star!
I love the way you hold me close
and the way you sing those sweet, sweet, sweet notes
I love the way you dish your kiss
and the way you take care of our biz-niss!
Oh, let me count the ways
and all the sunny days
that I love you!
Oh, my heart is set ablaze
in the never-ending craze
that I love you!
Oh, I hope you feel my praise
and all the endless ways
that I love you!
Oh, I'll always count the ways
and all the sunny days
that I love you!
Yeah, I love you....
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7. |
Lean On Me
05:28
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When the tempest blows above you
and the night around you raps
When your true sense of direction
is no better than "perhaps"...
You can just put out your hand
and you'll find a driven stake
that is made of solid iron
and will neither bend nor break.
Lean on me...Lean on me.
In trouble...Lean on me.
But if all our sorrows cease
and our land should live in peace,
I'll still want you...to lean on me.
If you find you're in a cage
someone made while you were gone
While you count the bars around you
just remember what you've won.
Lean on me just like you should;
I won't crack like rotten wood.
Yes, I still want you... to lean on me.
Lean on me...Lean on me.
In trouble...Lean on me.
But if all our sorrows cease
and our land should live in peace,
I'll still want you...to lean on me.
And when the sun is sinking
and it fills you with regret
My friend, you need not worry
'cause the farm is yours to bet
that I'll be standing by you
in the times you rise or fall.
I'll be your Rocksteady
if you win or lose it all.
When the storm and tempest calm
and the trees no longer crack
When together with our neighbors
we can take our homestead back
We can either limp alone
or hold fast like a stone
So be ready then...to lean on me.
You need not have a doubt
when you're up or down and out
that you can always lean right on me.
And as we March through this hard land
we all could use a hand
And you can always lean right on me!
Lean on me...Lean on me.
In trouble...Lean on me.
But if all our sorrows cease
and our land should live in peace,
I'll still want you...to lean on me.
Yes, I'll still want you...to lean on me.
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8. |
1980s Kid
05:44
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6/20/22
All the years mean different things
to folks all 'round the world
And I've got mine that mean the most to me.
From '86 to '91
that wave I rode was high.
My life has never been so light and free.
From Maverick's dangerous "need 4 speed"
to Arnold's "I'll be back"
I still get the ol' goosebumps every time.
A hundred good "Cheers!" on the tube
and a thousand big hair songs
fit the seasons full of rain and shine.
Camp-outs in the Redwoods
and Zombie 'round the house
Decking all the streets with our T.P.
Nothing beats the first time
that I won at Mario
or the Friday bell that set us loose at 3.
No need for a smartphone
or I.D., card, or keys;
5 bucks and 2 wheels were all I'd need.
Staying up for Mr. Clause
and huntin' Easter eggs
made my world a true wonder indeed.
(Chorus)
In the ever so-called "modern" world
I'm learning bit by bit.
I've got my apps all up-to-date
and I'm glad, I must admit.
And I can hack myself some joy
if I must work the grid.
But in my heart....I'm a 1980s kid!
That old, grey wall was coming down
with a changing of the guard.
A bit more hope was floating in the air.
I was granted everything
and more than I asked for,
though I was always told life isn't fair.
But I won't push a memory
or my bias of the past
or legislate just turning back the clock.
'Cause touting by-gone glory
is the Devil's sales pitch;
to fight the march of time is just a crock.
But I can draw from way-back then
to help me move along
and put it in right where and when I should.
I might not do justice
to the times I've loved and shared,
but if I could you bet I surely would!
(Chorus2)
In the ever so-called "modern" world
some fancy pants do fit.
I've got my apps all up-to-date
and I've got some Google wit.
And I can play the new-age man
and temper my old id.
But in my heart...I'm a 1980s kid!
(Chorus3)
In the ever so-called "modern" world
my motions seem legit.
I've got my apps all up-to-date
and my site just got a hit!
I can fly in cyberspace
and that's just what I did
But in my heart...I'm a 1980s kid!
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9. |
All It Takes
04:51
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9/1/22
I could feel today I've hit the bottom
and landed right on my head
and my friend shows up but he can't help
so he throws me a shovel instead.
I could come home beat n' bruised n' burned
with my senses all but fried
and I'm wishin' all those trolls I got
had crawled somewhere and died!
(Sub-Chorus)
But a smile from you or just a peck
can turn it all around
Or, an "I missed you" or "I'm glad you're here"
can lift me off the ground.
Yeah, just one squeeze or just one note...
You know that's what I love.
I'll take just one, the best you've got
or all of the above.
That's really all it takes
That's really all it takes.
Just a little touch;
I hope it's not too much.
(Chorus)
Lest my poor heart breaks
from it's never-ending aches
But something sweet from you
is really all it takes.
I could be called lots of wretched names
or robbed of my sense of worth
and shake my head at what I've done
in this crazy place called "Earth"
I could lose my cool to play the fool
and make it all real bad
and I'll clench my fist and grit my teeth
when I see that I've been had.
(Sub-Chorus)
But a smile from you or just a peck
can turn it all around
Or, an "I missed you" or "I'm glad you're here"
can lift me off the ground.
Yeah, just one squeeze or just one note...
You know that's what I love.
I'll take just one, the best you've got
or all of the above.
That's really all it takes
That's really all it takes.
Just a little touch;
I hope it's not too much.
(Chorus)
Lest my poor heart breaks
from intangible earthquakes
But something sweet from you
is really all it takes.
I could think that life is mean and wrong
but that I'm the real mistake
and I'll watch my best of efforts dissed
no matter what I make.
I could be a lug who learns too late
I'm my own worst enemy
and still, I know, the lessons go
on and on for eternity.
(Sub-Chorus)
But a smile from you or just a peck
can turn it all around
Or, an "I missed you" or "I'm glad you're here"
can lift me off the ground.
Yeah, just one squeeze or just one note...
You know that's what I love.
I'll take just one, the best you've got
or all of the above.
That's really all it takes
That's really all it takes.
Just a little touch;
I hope that's not too much.
(Chorus)
Lest my poor heart breaks
from all of our mistakes
But something sweet from you
is really all it takes.
Somethin' sweet from you is really all it takes
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10. |
A Life Is Drawn
04:27
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There comes a time when we have to go out on our own
and certaintyβs sure there is more that I have to be shown
Good fortune will shine on all those who open their souls
Like the seeds are sown
and the tall grass grows.
He slips away to the places the fates have him go
The warm summer breeze turns the red autumn leaves, then to snow
The songs of the trees and the winter's reprieve help them grow
Now the birds have flown
and the long winds blow.
Oh, my how they blow...
I want to know if I'll ever surrender to love
Will I remember to honor the one Iβve become?
How many times will life want to know if Iβm strong?
The fates march on,
A life is drawn.
Like the seeds are sown
and the tall grass grows.
And the birds have flown
and the long winds blow.
The fates march on
My life is drawn.... on and on.
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11. |
Dog on a Dance Floor
03:41
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I am tired of complaining
I am tired of explaining
I am tired of restraining my true, weathered self.
I am trying to just sit here
Not trying to fit here
Like a second-hand book on a brand-new bookshelf.
I've run around life like a dog on a dance floor
Unnoticed, unheard, and unseen.
Trying to get from one place to another
Without getting kicked in between.
There are too many reasons
for trials and treasons
and not enough seasons from winter to fall...
for a man in his twilight
with a brain like a skylight
who can look but can't see anything at all.
I've run around life like a dog on a dance floor
Unnoticed, unheard, and unseen.
Trying to get from one place to another
Without getting kicked in between.
I suppose you're gonna tell me
you can buy me or sell me
if that's what I look like to them and to you.
Was it all my delusion
or a young man's confusion?
Was there anything better I could go up and do?
I've run around life like a dog on a dance floor
Unnoticed, unheard, and unseen.
Trying to get from one place to another
Without getting kicked in between.
Yeah, trying to get from one place to another...
without getting kicked in between.
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12. |
Lean on Me...Again
04:38
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When the tempest blows above you
and the night around you raps
When your true sense of direction
is no better than "perhaps"...
You can just put out your hand
and you'll find a driven stake
that is made of solid iron
and will neither bend nor break.
Lean on me...Lean on me.
In trouble...Lean on me.
But, if all our sorrows cease
and our land should live in peace,
I'll still want you...to lean on me.
If you find you're in a cage
someone made while you were gone
While you count the bars around you
just remember what you've won.
Lean on me just like you should;
I won't crack like rotten wood.
Yes, I still want you... to lean on me.
Lean on me...Lean on me.
In trouble...Lean on me.
But, if all our sorrows cease
and our land should live in peace,
I'll still want you...to lean on me.
And when the sun is sinking
and it fills you with regret
My friend, you need not worry
'cause the farm is yours to bet
that I'll be standing by you
in the times you rise or fall.
I'll be your Rocksteady
if you win or lose it all.
When the storm and tempest calm
and the trees no longer crack
When together with our neighbors
we can take our homestead back
We can either limp alone
or hold fast like a stone
So be ready then...to lean on me.
You need not have a doubt
when you're up or down and out
that you can always lean right on me.
And as we march through this hard land
we all could use a hand
And you can always lean right on me!
Lean on me...Lean on me.
In trouble...Lean on me.
But, if all our sorrows cease
and our land should live in peace,
I'll still want you...to lean on me.
Lean on me...Lean on me.
In trouble...Lean on me.
But, if all our sorrows cease
and our land should live in peace,
I'll still want you...to lean on me.
Yes, I'll still want you...to lean on me.
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Nycholas "Nych" Hansen Boston, Massachusetts
Welcome!
Solid rock is my core, tapping various genres. All songs are collaborations with Eric Margan,
musician/engineer extraordinaire from Albany, NY.
9 original rock n' roll albums await you, with bedrock acoustic versions included in purchase. Max & the Feral Kid can take you into my country-driven inspirations.
I hope you enjoy, and stay tuned for more from the New York State of Boston!πΊπΈ
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