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What You Mean to Me
04:21
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1/12/22
What a spark means to a fire in the darkness
What the water means to any rose or tree
What her wings mean to an eagle when she's flying...
That's what you will always mean to me.
What time means to the lady in a hurry
What tides mean to a man working the sea
What summer means to youth in high school cages...
That's what you will always mean to me.
Words cannot express it, and neither can a song.
And though I cannot help but try, I've known it all along.
With every step and every day, I'm withered by the road.
The seconds chip my brittle bones, but one thing won't erode...
and that's what you will always mean to me.
What words mean to a poet who is starving
What praise means to a peasant never free
What cookies mean to a blue and furry monster...
That's what you will always mean to me.
What Springtime means to any frozen soldier
What vision means to those who yearn to see
What victory means to those who live to reach it...
That's what you will always mean to me.
Words cannot express it, and neither can a song.
And though I cannot help but try, I've known it all along.
With every step and every day, I'm withered by the road.
Some dreams fade or grow too old, but one thing won't erode...
and that's what you will always mean to me.
That's what you will always mean to me (x2)
I just wanted you to know....
What you mean to me
What you mean to me!
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2. |
If Wishes Were Fishes
04:30
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2/25/22
I wish that we all had just what we needed.
I wish that we all loved to share it all.
I wish that we all knew the 1-Up games are just for suckers
- like pushing 'round our neighbors to avoid just feeling small.
(Yeah, YOU, Vladimir!)
If wishes were fishes, every day would be a Fry Day,
but what would Fry Day be without all those other days?
If wishes were fishes, they'd be swimmin' up to my ears,
so I guess we need a cold, dark spell to love those better days.
I wish that we all had no need for wishin'
I wish that all the nice dreams would come true.
I wish that all those dreams would never compromise each other
- like making friends with a cobra, and staying friends with you.
If wishes were fishes, every day would be a Fry Day,
but what would Fry Day be without all those other days?
If wishes were fishes, they'd be swimmin' up to my ears,
so I guess we need a cold, dark spell to love those sunny rays.
I wish that I could swim all 'round the ocean.
I wish that I could fly high as the sky.
I wish that I had grown up strong without the growing pains
- like running one, full course of life without having to try... or die.
I wish that we could all just mind our business.
I wish that we'd agree just what that means.
I wish that we could show there's more than enuff 2 go around
- like everyone livin' it up as common kings and queens.
(How sweet...)
But if wishes were fishes, every day would be a Fry Day,
and what would Fry Day be without all those other days?
If wishes were fishes, they'd be swimmin' up to my ears,
so I guess we need a cold,dark spell to sing those "hip horaays!"
I guess we need a cold, dark spell to love those takeaways.
Yeah, I guess we need a cold, dark spell to love those yesterdays.
If wishes..... were fishes.....
Oh, yeah. .
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3. |
Life Begins at 90!
04:04
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I'm just a guy who moves along and fears not growing old
or rocking on the front porch with my stories to be told.
I greet the task of wising up and aging like fine wine
and if I wanna cruise the road, I'll leave behind the signs.
Life begins at 90! Life begins at 90! (and I don't mean miles per hour)
By then I think I will have earned my seasoned lunacy.
By then I think I will have earned the right to set it free!
Life begins at 90!
We do our time and walk the line, concerned 'bout status quo,
worried how they look at us or which way we should go.
But the time will come to call it out and quit that stupid game;
my lazy naps will be just great, though youth will call me "lame."
Life begins at 90! Life begins at 90! (and I LOVE my siestas!)
By then the highlight of my day is when I simply sit.
By then the word I'll use the most is probably "BULLSHIT!"
Life begins at 90!
Now, lots of us will crash and burn or just run out of luck.
One way or another, man, in the end we're all just fucked.
'Till then I'll take it as it comes, and as I turn the page,
I'll know my fun is yet to come upon that golden age!
Hyyyyaaahhh!!!
Now, you might think I've lost my mind, but that's OK with me;
if anything it goes to show I know my destiny!
And I won't fret when I slow down or when I lose my hair,
'cause I can always burn rubber in my electric wheelchair!
So, if I hit the big "nine-oh" with the Reaper at my door,
he won't be a stranger then; I won't fear him anymore.
And I'll just rant and rave all day with bold impunity;
they'll brush me off as just a coot and let me watch T.V.!
Yeah!
Life begins at 90! Life begins at 90! (Turn the channel, please)
By then I'll probably buy into every conspiracy.
By then those little green men will be drinking beers with me.
By then I think I'll take up smoking just to warm my lungs
By then I'll still be raising Hell 'till all my songs are sung!
Life begins at 90!
Take it down! Yeah!
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4. |
A Noble Effort
04:27
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1/1/22 Instrumental
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5. |
Asshole
04:08
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1/24/22
He's an asshole
He's just a jerk.
He loves nuthin'
He hates to work.
He dreads the future
His hopes are dim.
He's got nuthin' he would rather do
than take a cheap, pot-shot at you
and drag you down and out to Hell with him!
You can find him trolling all the time
in a high-rise suite or in the grime
He's everywhere from sea to shining sea.
His misery loves company
It's there for all, it's plain to see
But I'll be damned if he gets a hold on me.
I'll be damned if he gets a hold on me!
He's an asshole
He never smiles
He only gets off
on rage and bile.
He's all self-service
A.S.A.P.
He's got nuthin' he would rather do
than make you mad and rob ya' blue
and drag you down and out to Hell for free!
You can find him trolling all the time
in a high-rise suite or in the slime.
He's everywhere from sea to shining sea.
His misery loves company
It's there for all, it's plain to see
But I'll be damned if he gets a hold on me.
I'll be damned if he gets a hold on me!
God, what an asshole!
He'll never change.
He's been beaten,
pissed and deranged.
He's never sorry
He's always right.
He's got nuthin' he would rather do
than twist the facts and call 'em true
and drag you down and out to Hell all night!
You can find him trolling all the time
in a high-rise suite or 5-and-dime.
He's everywhere from sea to shining sea.
His misery loves company
It's there for all, it's plain to see
But I'll be damned if he gets a hold on me.
I'll be damned if he gets a hold on me!
'Cause I don't wanna be an asshole.
I ain't gonna be an asshole.
'Cause one's enough. That's right.... One's enough!
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6. |
Can't Have It All
04:47
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1/10/22
When I was just a foolish lad, I knew for sure one day
that I'd be the best at and loved for everything.
Nobody would dare me, man. They'd do just what I'd ask
They'd kneel before me and gladly kiss the ring. Ha!
But through lessons learned, I realized that no one is a God
We all can rise but we'd better learn to fall.
'Cause even if we reach the heights, or keep it nice and low
No one in this life can have it all.
You just can't have it all... even those who walk so proud and tall.
You just can't have it all...even those who've smashed a hundred walls.
Some of us might ride up high on the legions of our fans
or rule the clubs that most could never join.
But scores would try to pull us down, or pick us to the bone
The vultures rule the dark side of the coin.
And some of us might have it made in the nice, cool private shade
sampling all the finest wine and cheese.
But we could lose a real good friend or even sense of self
or be stricken with a ruthless old disease.
We just can't have it all...even those who shine most at the ball.
We just can't have it all... even those who've smashed a thousand walls.
I for one sure have it good, and I count my lucky stars
My pals and job and the Treehouse keep me warm.
But tempers flare, the choppers buzz, and the heaters clunk all night
They can drive me nuts and trump the fiercest storm.
And some might take a look at me and then say to themselves
"Now, there's a cool cat doin' well in life!"
Indeed I've got some solid rocks that always build me up
but an empty bed at night cuts like a knife!
I just can't have it all... even if I walk the princely halls.
I just can't have it all... even I've smashed a million walls.
You just can't have it all...even with the finest kind of gall.
We just can't have it all... even if we answer all the calls!
Can't have it all.....
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2013 (by Buff Blunt)
You say that I belong to you
like something in your heart.
That whosoever else is there
I'll always have my part.
You say our love will last until
one of us is dust.
But just because you say it can
does not mean that it must.
Just because you say I can...
What kind of answer is that from a man?
Do you think that I'll stand
with my heart in my hand
just because you say I can?
You say that I can trust you,
you'll be with me all the while.
That if I need a lift from you
you'll go the extra mile.
I know that I can hold to this
just like you say I could.
But just because you say I can
does not mean that I should!
Just because you say I can...
What kind of answer is that from a man?
Do you think that I'll stand
with my heart in my hand
just because you say I can?
Let's go! 🎸
They're many ways of thinkin' things
all over and through.
But it doesn't take much thinkin'
when the subject line is true.
And just because you say I'm yours
doesn't mean we shouldn't part.
And just because you say I can
I'll rest...my head... upon...your...sweet...heart!
Just because you say I can...
What kind of answer is that from a man?
But I guess that I'll stand with my heart in my hand
'cause I'm still your number 1 fan.
Yeah, just because you say I can...
Just because you say I can...
I guess that I'll stand with my heart in my hand -
Just because you say I can.
Just because you say I can!
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8. |
Tombstone
04:42
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1/4/22
One day I looked at an old tombstone
and thought one day that could be my place.
That marble could shine on in glory
or soon crumble without a trace.
One day you might look at that tombstone
and think one day that you could be there
and will people pass by without looking at all
or will they tip their hats and stare?
So, what do you want on your tombstone
if you don't mind that figure of speech?
I'm not out to spook you or judge you one bit
and I'm not out to gossip or preach.
What do I want on my tombstone?
Well, that's mighty kind of you to ask.
Let's start with a carving of my old guitar
and on top - my old whisky flask.
I want a good tale on my tombstone,
though I don't know if it will come true.
But even if one foot is well in the grave
they're always good deeds left to do.
Here's what I want read on my tombstone
"A man who gave more than he took.
"A man who lived life so fully each day -
enough to write the almighty book."
Here's the place I want my tombstone;
nestled amidst the sweet grass
where I'll see the sunrise and bluebirds all day
where the river of my dreams will pass.
But the end of the road ain't my tombstone
and that's why I won't be afraid.
Something real good is just waiting for me
and I'll have it made in the shade!
Yeah, I'll have it made in the shade...
So... what do you want on your tombstone?
I know what I want on my.... TOMBSTONE.
Yeah....
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9. |
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What a spark means to a fire in the darkness
What the water means to any rose or tree
What her wings mean to an eagle when she's flying...
That's what you will always mean to me.
What time means to the lady in a hurry
What tides mean to a man working the sea
What summer means to youth in high school cages...
That's what you will always mean to me.
Words cannot express it, and neither can a song.
And though I cannot help but try, I've known it all along.
With every step and every day, I'm withered by the road.
The seconds chip my brittle bones, but one thing won't erode...
and that's what you will always mean to me.
What words mean to a poet who is starving
What praise means to a peasant never free
What cookies mean to a blue and furry monster...
That's what you will always mean to me.
What Springtime means to any frozen soldier
What vision means to those who yearn to see
What victory means to those who live to reach it...
That's what you will always mean to me.
Words cannot express it, and neither can a song.
And though I cannot help but try, I've known it all along.
With every step and every day, I'm withered by the road.
Some dreams fade or grow too old, but one thing won't erode...
and that's what you will always mean to me.
That's what you will always mean to me (x2)
I just wanted you to know....
What you mean to me
What you mean to me!
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10. |
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I wish that we all had just what we needed.
I wish that we all loved to share it all.
I wish that we all knew the 1-Up games are just for suckers
- like pushing 'round our neighbors to avoid just feeling small.
(Yeah, YOU, Vladimir!)
If wishes were fishes, every day would be a Fry Day,
but what would Fry Day be without all those other days?
If wishes were fishes, they'd be swimmin' up to my ears,
so I guess we need a cold, dark spell to love those better days.
I wish that we all had no need for wishin'
I wish that all the nice dreams would come true.
I wish that all those dreams would never compromise each other
- like making friends with a cobra, and staying friends with you.
If wishes were fishes, every day would be a Fry Day,
but what would Fry Day be without all those other days?
If wishes were fishes, they'd be swimmin' up to my ears,
so I guess we need a cold, dark spell to love those sunny rays.
I wish that I could swim all 'round the ocean.
I wish that I could fly high as the sky.
I wish that I had grown up strong without the growing pains
- like running one, full course of life without having to die...or try.
I wish that we could all just mind our business.
I wish that we'd agree just what that means.
I wish that we could show there's more than enuff 2 go around
- like everyone livin' it up as common kings and queens.
(How sweet...)
But if wishes were fishes, every day would be a Fry Day,
and what would Fry Day be without all those other days?
If wishes were fishes, they'd be swimmin' up to my ears,
so I guess we need a cold,dark spell to sing those "hip horaays!"
I guess we need a cold, dark spell to love those takeaways.
Yeah, I guess we need a cold, dark spell to love those yesterdays.
If wishes..... were fishes.....
Oh, yeah. .
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11. |
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1/30/22
I'm just a guy who moves along and fears not growing old
or rocking on the front porch with my stories to be told.
I greet the task of wising up and aging like fine wine
and if I wanna cruise the road, I'll leave behind the signs.
Life begins at 90! Life begins at 90! (and I don't mean miles per hour)
By then I think I will have earned my seasoned lunacy.
By then I think I will have earned the right to set it free!
Life begins at 90!
We do our time and walk the line, concerned 'bout status quo,
worried how they look at us or which way we should go.
But the time will come to call it out and quit that stupid game;
my lazy naps will be just great, though youth will call me "lame."
Life begins at 90! Life begins at 90! (and I LOVE my siestas!)
By then the highlight of my day is when I simply sit.
By then the word I'll use the most is probably "BULLSHIT!"
Life begins at 90!
Now, lots of us will crash and burn or just run out of luck.
One way or another, man, in the end we're all just fucked.
'Till then I'll take it as it comes, and as I turn the page,
I'll know my fun is yet to come upon that golden age!
Hyyyyaaahhh!!!
Now, you might think I've lost my mind, but that's OK with me;
if anything it goes to show I know my destiny!
And I won't fret when I slow down or when I lose my hair,
'cause I can always burn rubber in my electric wheelchair!
So, if I hit the big "nine-oh" with the Reaper at my door,
he won't be a stranger then; I won't fear him anymore.
And I'll just rant and rave all day with bold impunity;
they'll brush me off as just a coot and let me watch T.V.!
Yeah!
Life begins at 90! Life begins at 90! (Turn the channel, please)
By then I'll probably buy into every conspiracy.
By then those little green men will be drinking beers with me.
By then I think I'll take up smoking just to warm my lungs
By then I'll still be raising Hell 'till all my songs are sung!
Life begins at 90!
Take it down! Yeah!
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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 all-free downloads. 3 more hidden albums are available upon request.
Enjoy, and stay tuned for more from the New York State of Boston!🇺🇸
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