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Bedtime Stories
Bedtime stories, early mornings, getting you up, seeing you off.
I'd like to be the one that shows you how and tells you when.
But it's not my time yet.
Chasing dragons, living in fragments, always looking forward, looking back.
What about time, is it your friend, or a freight train moving in?
Is it on a B-Line to ya? Is that how ya see it?
Chasing Dragons
Sing me a song, a lullaby, help me rest easy, for the day is long.
Got Perspective?
So you think your happy? How do ya know, if you've never been sad.
You have to go through some bad times, so you can say, indeed these are,
some very good times.
Rebut, regroup, sneeze God bless you
Thank you for some new perspective.
Don't mention it, he thought he had everything, but he didn't.
Got to get down to the nitty gritty, got to have some backbone sweetay.
What makes you tick? Get down true to it. Can't just sit on the dock, with your
feet barely in it. You've got to go deep, get down on your knees and find out
everything you have, is nothing you need, you really need.
Got Church?
Nobody's listenen, it's just me n' the piano, and the dog, but he's sleepin like a log,
cause I wore him out.
I get myself clean while I'm singing, I wash it all away.
Don't need no church to pray, all I do is sing, and I feel better...
I sing in the car, I sing in the bar, I sing to the stars, sometimes, and even me sometimes.
Everybody needs to be sung to sometimes, sometimes, even me.
I can do it for a livin and make a little money, I want to believe.
I want to believe, I can raise a family, I want to believe. I do it all the time, I believe.
Thinker
To put the same amount of energy and passion, in aspiration, to your best you, into something so small, longer intervals, more time, less peripheral.
A bigger breath, a sincere, get ready, one, two, three.
A week of sun, seven moons, my mind is racing.
A week of sun , seven moons, a thinker, thinks it through.
A heave, a shove, push, get ready...
Down to the wire, down to the point, the period, dot, where the next line starts...
Not after, just before...the journey next, you might find it.
Playfully Pushing
Bouncing and billowing in the energy, surrounding...
Like the wind, caught in, a high sail.
Playfully pushing the edges.
Rolling and rolling and rolling...on, and growing...and knowing...(still more growing to come)
Like the wind, caught in, a high sail.
Too much can smother, too little can bore.
Sleeper
Go to sleep now dreamer, doer, believer, seeker.
Your day was long, but now it's time to lye down.
Send me a dream, for those last thoughts, before I fall asleep.
Settle in now, take a big breath, stop all those thoughts from running through your worried mind, the kids are fine.
For the day is long, but that's another song. This is a lullaby, a pillows delight, designed for sending, dreams pending on the edge of your thought, just before you fall asleep.
Sending you a dream.
Lullaby, summertime, warm nights, cool sheets, find a breeze...to whisper you to sleep.
Sending you a dream.
Find you a breeze to whisper you to sleep.
Let your eyes roll, right on back, into the night.
River Song
Headin on down to the waterside,
gonna find a place to rest my mind.
Gonna break there, gonna take care,
for a moment there, I'll sigh.
There on the river, the pices finds, a river tone alone.
Waving Goodbye
You, want it so bad, you live it in your sleep.
All the while, everyone's telling you, quit your dreaming.
How so, when that's all you know.
You get the feeling, that life's got purpose somehow.
When your waving goodbye, but you don't want to leave.
And you want to touch and feel, I'm remembering.
And hope's just a word that you can't grasp hold,
when all the while it's right there waving hello.
How I've Changed ( a letter from Frieda Kipar to Galen Kipar)
Perched between one trunk and another,
I watch the sun descend.
It's silent up here, silent as water freezing.
Feel the air, intoxicating me, the sun is standing, restless.
Red horizon, lingers on long after the sun is gone.
And only begins to fade...
as everything becomes dark, I love how long, it remains.
Keeps me perched, as I await it's desolve.
Descending back into the city, ice breaks...
Chaotic energy returns...
The sun is standing restless.
I am calm though, walking slowly home, recognizing how i've changed.
The sun is standing restless...
Slow Down
Oh slow down, don't dance so fast,
time is short the music wont last.
slow down.
Have you ever watched kids on a merry go round or listened to the rain slappin on the ground?
Ever followed a butterflies erratic flight, or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
slow down.
Do you run through each day on the fly?
When you ask how are you do you hear a reply?
When the day is done do you lye in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head?
Have you ever told your child, we'll do it tomorrow,
and in your haste not see their sorrow.
Have you ever lost touch, let a good thing die,
cause you never had time to call and say hi.
slow down.
When you run so fast to get somewhere, you miss half the fun of getting there.
when you worry and hurry and through your day it's like an unopened gift thrown away.
slow down.
Life's not a race, do take it slower,
hear the music, before the song is over.
slow down.
2008 Release "Paper Sailer"
Between Retreat and Return
Words are unborn actions fraction of a thought.
Words... a pallet of oils
Words... actions too loud
Paint a portrait, a pallet of oils
Secondary colors, a parliament recoiled
There's no time, no time in this moment
No time...
Hope for the Best, fear for the words
A tendency to see things in a negative light
An opportunity to change, an opportunity to recognize.
for Frieda
North western states, Sebastopol
I'm all ready there in my mind
Frieda, your my family
It doesn't get that closer than family.
Our dear mother, you know she'd say
this time 28 years to this day
this hour, this minute, well, you know what she'd say...
Happy birthday
I'm coming to see ya.
I'm coming to take ya fishing with me.
Pack the stove, get some bread out
Oatmeal with honey and brown sugar
I've got your gloves, I know how your fingers get cold.
Good News (there's nothing like it)
Are they planning a missile army?
Should I be worried? Should I be worried!
I could go to the mountains and seek
shelter from the fight,
far from any city,
any major destination to be hit.
And I'd gather things I need, my beloved family.
Travel safe, fly low, put my head between my knees,
carry on, march on, triumphantly, in fear.
There's no news like good news...
Should I be worried? Should I be worried!
I could go to the mountains and seek
shelter from the fight,
far from any city,
any major destination to be hit.
There's no news like good news...
Ebb & Flow
Dance and make romance, don't slip grip
A glance to the distance, raise your hand for assurance
Jump, in a slump, transition your attention
A fixed eye focused on what's yet to come.
Damn Damn Damn... what if it never does?
Speed, sow a seed, find a feeling not so common
Find yourself falling in your dreams
A lucid allusion of what's really happening
A live in librarian feeding inclination
To Know...
Some new stuff, first rough, makes you tough
Each time beat down, get back up, stronger
A new shoe, new route, old blue I saw it too
It's shadow, Oh the moon's influence
Chemical, physical, concentrations, batting eyes
Realize, perspective
Sleepy eyes that wake up, life's in a cup...
Some sip it, some drink it, some gulp it on up
Like a song or a dance or a night of romance
Like a song or a dream or so it may seem
Still Hour
The less is more concept
Sometimes less is more
All the clutter's gone, and I'm glad
It seems the more one has the more one needs
When all I need is a break from this race
That keeps me second guessing on how I spend my days
It turns more profound when it stands alone
Do you ever feel alone?
I chose this path, against the grain, I know it's insane
I put it all on the line, I'm rolling my pennies
For coffee and cream, to stay up with the moon
While the sun's in hiding, shed some memories
Shed some light on me.
When all I need is the underlying white noise that soothes my busy ear
Dreams of water falling, water making love to rocks
Smoothing things over with the river gods
The river gods.
Fisher
Got my coffee, got my rod
Out the door by 6 O' Clock
If ya want to go fishing with me
You've got to get up early.
Early, Early, if ya want to go fishing with me
You've got to get up early.
Like a line cast out, touching the surface
Time and time again
Oh the water's will, grants me yet
Another drift, another gift that I know not yet
On my belly, amongst the ferns
Keep a sharp eye on anything that stirs
Fanning there in the current
Like a scarf in the wind
Riverside, lunchtime, cheese and crackers and makers mark
I sift through the memories
For jewels of thought
Early spring the water's up
Just for now, till summer comes
When it's hot, and hazy, it makes me lazy
A motionless, mummified, tired, fisher
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