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To: catfish10 who wrote (24800)	1/12/2001 4:28:54 PM
From: AugustWest	Respond to of 49844

Ripple If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine and my tunes were played on the harp unstrung would you hear my voice come through the music would you hold it near as it were your own? It's a hand me down The thoughts are broken Perhaps they're better left unsung I don't know Don't really care Let there be songs to fill the air Ripple in still water when there is no pebble tossed nor wind to blow Reach out your hand if your cup be empty If your cup is full may it be again Let it be known there is a fountain that was not made by the hands of men And there's a road no simple highway between the dawn and the dark of night If you go no one may follow That path is for your steps alone Ripple in still water when there is no pebble tossed nor wind to blow You who choose to lead must follow but if you fall you fall all alone If you should stand who's to guide you? If I knew the way I would take you home

To: catfish10 who wrote (24800)	1/12/2001 4:30:29 PM
From: AugustWest	Respond to of 49844

ATTICS OF MY LIFE In the attics of my life Full of cloudy dreams unreal Full of tastes no tongue can know And lights no eye can see When there was no ear to hear You sang to me I have spent my life Seeking all that's still unsung Bent my ear to hear the tune And closed my eyes to see When there were no strings to play You played to me In the book of love's own dream Where all the print is blood Where all the pages are my days And all my lights grow old When I had no wings to fly You flew to me You flew to me In the secret space of dreams Where I dreaming lay amazed When the secrets all are told And the petals all unfold When there was no dream of mine You dreamed of me

To: catfish10 who wrote (24800)	1/12/2001 4:31:24 PM
From: AugustWest	Respond to of 49844

EYES OF THE WORLD Right outside this lazy summer home you don't have time to call your soul a critic, no Right outside the lazy gate of winter's summer home wondering where the nut-thatch winters Wings a mile long just carried the bird away Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world but the heart has its beaches its homeland and thoughts of its own Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings but the heart has its seasons its evenings and songs of its own There comes a redeemer and he slowly too fades away There follows a wagon behind him that's loaded with clay and the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom and decay The night comes so quiet and it's close on the heels of the day Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world but the heart has its beaches its homeland and thoughts of its own Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings but the heart has its seasons its evenings and songs of its own Sometimes we live no particular way but our own Sometimes we visit your country and live in your home Sometimes we ride on your horses Sometimes we walk alone Sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world but the heart has its beaches its homeland and thoughts of its own Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings but the heart has its seasons its evenings and songs of its own

To: catfish10 who wrote (24800)	1/12/2001 4:32:09 PM
From: AugustWest	Respond to of 49844

BROKEDOWN PALACE Fare you well my honey Fare you well my only true one All the birds that were singing Have flown except you alone Goin to leave this brokedown palace On my hands and my knees I will roll roll roll Make myself a bed by the waterside In my time - in my time - I will roll roll roll In a bed, in a bed by the waterside I will lay my head Listen to the river sing sweet songs to rock my soul River gonna take me Sing me sweet and sleepy Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back back home It's a far gone lullaby sung many years ago Mama, Mama, many worlds I've come since I first left home Goin home, goin home by the waterside I will rest my bones Listen to the river sing sweet songs to rock my soul Goin to plant a weeping willow On the banks green edge it will grow grow grow Sing a lullaby beside the water Lovers come and go - the river roll roll roll Fare you well, fare you well I love you more than words can tell Listen to the river sing sweet songs to rock my soul .

To: catfish10 who wrote (24800)	1/12/2001 4:32:42 PM
From: AugustWest	Respond to of 49844

BOX OF RAIN Look out of any window any morning, any evening, any day Maybe the sun is shining birds are winging or rain is falling from a heavy sky - What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through? This is all a dream we dreamed one afternoon long ago Walk out of any doorway feel your way, feel your way like the day before Maybe you'll find direction around some corner where it's been waiting to meet you - What do you want me to do, to watch for you while you're sleeping? Well please don't be surprised when you find me dreaming too Look into any eyes you find by you, you can see clear through to another day I know it's been seen before through other eyes on other days while going home - What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through? It's all a dream we dreamed one afternoon long ago Walk into splintered sunlight Inch your way through dead dreams to another land Maybe you're tired and broken Your tongue is twisted with words half spoken and thoughts unclear What do you want me to do to do for you to see you through A box of rain will ease the pain and love will see you through Just a box of rain - wind and water - Believe it if you need it, if you don't just pass it on Sun and shower - Wind and rain - in and out the window like a moth before a flame It's just a box of rain I don't know who put it there Believe it if you need it or leave it if you dare But it's just a box of rain or a ribbon for your hair Such a long long time to be gone and a short time to be there .

To: catfish10 who wrote (24800)	1/12/2001 10:02:48 PM
From: SIer formerly known as Joe B.	Respond to of 49844

When the last rose of summer pricks my finger, And the hot sun chills me to the bone, When I can't hear the song for the singer, And I can't tell my pillow from a stone, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own. When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain, And the stars start to splatter in the sky, When the moon hits the southwest horizon, With the scream of an eagle on the fly, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And listen to the ripples as they moan, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own. Black muddy river, roll on forever, I don't care how deep or wide, if you've got another side, Roll muddy river, roll muddy river, black muddy river, roll. When it seems like the night will last forever, And there's nothing left to do but count the years, When the strings of my heart begin to sever, And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears, I will walk alone, by the black muddy river, And dream me a dream of my own, I will walk alone, by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own, sing me a song of my own.

To: catfish10 who wrote (24800)	1/15/2001 10:12:12 PM
From: Estimated Prophet	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 49844

Maybe too late, I've been out and away, but the best for a remembrance is: I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream. I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream. Ah, child of countless trees. Ah, child of boundless seas. What you are, what you're meant to be Speaks his name, though you were born to me, Born to me, Cassidy... Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac. I can tell by the way you smile he's rolling back. Come wash the nighttime clean, Come grow this scorched ground green, Blow the horn, tap the tambourine Close the gap of the dark years in between You and me, Cassidy... Quick beats in an icy heart. catch-colt draws a coffin cart. There he goes now, here she starts: Hear her cry. Flight of the seabirds, scattered like lost words Wheel to the storm and fly. Faring thee well now. Let your life proceed by its own design. Nothing to tell now. Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine.