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A Hop, Skip, And A Jump
01:11
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2. |
3,000 Miles
05:32
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out across this twisted stretch of highway
that's running east to west
the buildings of these dirty streets are filling up my mirror
until they fade a way
and green grass gives way to fields of space
and wheat as rolling hills give way to mountainsides
and all of this beauty that is surrounding me
I'm welcoming it inside
in my eyes, open wide this tapestry of destination feels my discontent
spread a cross this canvas of illuminated inspiration
I see your fingerprints
and the green grass gives way to magesty of color
as falling crowns give way to sheets of snow
and the tall trees are lonely
swaying in this winters tempest
that only goes to show...what we should know
the skyscape opens up with the reaching of these mountains
as if making their escape
and spreading out over them through vallies without water
a thirsty soul is crying out again
and the green grass has little time for setting down her roots
before the burning wind and sun take her away
and are we too just travelers here in flesh and bone and worry just waiting for the rain....to fall
© 2008 George Christiansen
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3. |
Where Are You?
03:57
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maybe your out on the hills of north dakota
where wind blows through your hair
or idaho I don't know maybe if I would go
I would find your there
or california it's so warm there
I only hope you don't fall into the sea
or out in virginia how long have you been there
and will you wait for me
i just wish I'd figure out which plane to catch
and darling I just wish you'd jump that train
cause I'm so tired of holding out
wishing you were here
to steal my heart away
could it just be that you and me
are on the same street just going in different ways
or love the same place, but I don't see your face
because your there on a another day
or out at the concert your dancing and jumping to the tune of my favorite song
but I lost my ticket
so I'm forced to miss it
and it's just another night alone
I just wish I'd figure out
what it is I want
so maybe then I'd recognize your face
cause I'm so tired of holding out
wishing you were here
so tired of this space...
between us
night comes like a ghost
cold and still and dark
grasping for my hope...
and my heart
i just wish I'd figure out which plane to catch
and darling I just wish you'd jump that train
cause I'm so tired of holding out
wishing you were here
so tired of all this space
so I'll pack up my suitcase
and head out on the road
try to remedy my situation
with eyes open wide
I'll be searching for you smile
I'll be dressed in anticipation
© 2008 George Christiansen
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4. |
God's Country
03:22
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must have been past one a.m.
as we made our way across that bridge
on a highway to a dream
broken window, freezing cold
excited and scared, the truth be tild
chomping at the bit just to leave
highway 80 is rolling out
pushing past the shadows doubt
driving towards the setting sun
running out across the miles
running fast and running wild and run aground when allis said and done
Kansas
would have never crossed my mind
Nebraska
was never even there in this time
of rambling and happenstance
unseen plans......
Wisconsin is still way up there
safe and cold where we don't care to pitch our tent
we'll sleep out in the car
drive across the northern states
into the ground, until it breaks,
but with twenty bucks I don't think that's too far
so it's "Colorado here we come"
said lack of sens to mr. dumd
out on the road without a rhyme
when your trying just to get away
from what you are and what they say
you'll do anything this time
Kansas
would have never crossed my mind
Nebraska
was never even there in this time
of rambling and happenstance
unseen plans......
coal trains and pickup trucks
take us where you may
because the best laid plans
of dogs and men
are in vain...
Kansas
would have never crossed my mind
Nebraska
was never even there in this time
of rambling and happenstance
unseen plans......
© 2008 George Christiansen
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5. |
Home
05:22
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among these ponderings and reconings
of this road you've known
there are miles behind you
and miles left to go
among the travellings of your heart
and the wanderings of your mind
which road do you choose here
given this chance and time
we all need a place to rest our fears
home for weary mind
where the dust is settling
and the past is far behind
far across this wasteland
of mind fields and rust
where we've all gone empty
on love and on trust
home is a who
that's beyond mere geography
waiting for you
to come back home
home is this love
with the longest of memories
quick to forget
you ever were gone
along these darkened highways
and these lonely towns
and with all of our ramblings
what is it we've found
every road leads to here you are
no matter where you go
there's that ache within calling you back to...
home is a who
that's beyond mere geography
waiting for you
to come back home
home is this love
with the longest of memories
quick to forget
you ever were gone
you may be running
as fast as you can
or stranded here
just falling apart
it does not matter
no, not where you have been
home is right where you are
home is a who
that's beyond mere geography
waiting for you
to come back home
home is this love
with the longest of memories
quick to forget
you ever were gone
© 2008 George Christiansen
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6. |
Hard Cover
05:29
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musty pages
and dog-eared corners
of my life
stuck up on the shelf
kept to myself
but not tonight
and there's a thing or two
that maybe i could show to you
if i get over my fears and my pride
don't bend the pages
and don't mind the spaces
if i let you inside
you might find
that there's a page or two
that serves to remind
you of you
now i fancy myself of course
as poetry by robert frost
or maybe that book by thoreau
but reading between the lines
i'm certain that you will find
it's calvin and hobbs that steals the show
now my cover is a little worn
and some of these pages have been torn
and some days my spine feel broke
but there's plenty more pages
and all of the mistakes have been
marked by the editor's notes
you might find
that there's a page or two
that serves to remind
you of you
this much is clear
as i'm standing here
trying to get past this cover for you
stuck up on the shelf
stuck up on myself
afraid to admit the truth
that i'm so damn scared
that i'm not shakespeare
or hemingway
but i'm sure that there
is something in here
worth opening up for anyway
© 2008 George Christiansen
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7. |
Where I Go
03:15
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what has come between us
crept in deceived us
while our promises are lying on the ground in dust
we expected better
should have know better
if we'd taken a good, long look at us
and you
might be the only one to blame here
and i
can't tell if that makes any difference
where i go from here
you said forever
but however
did you find a way to change your mind
with certain pretense
did you mean to pretend
you were giving love while pushing me out the door
and you
might be the only one to blame here
and i
can't tell if that makes any difference
where i go from here
does it matter
if this matter
gets any better or winds up broken on the rocks
of this wasteland
of too much wasted time spent
feeling sorry for myself
and you
might be the only one to blame here
and i just know
i've got to make my way out of here
so i break my chain, blaze my trail,
i'm gone
and i can't tell
and i can't tell
where i go from here
© 2008 George Christiansen
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8. |
Weight Of The Day
04:31
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woke up this morning
to the buzzing of the news
deadlines and obligations
set to motion my shoes
reach for the morning paper
pour caffeine in my veins
shake my head in disappointment
same old same old again
drop into the daily traffic
to get my fill of these fumes
while fumbling with the radio dial
the newsman sings his blues
of war and devastation
of alliances of greed
of my own preoccupation
with these things i think i need
step into the daily grind
where i've got mouths to feed mortgages to pay
and the conscience aroused in the morning drive
is crushed beneath the weight of the day
and a harvest of distraction
sown in justified means
of the everyday trappings
of this life lived for me
© 2008 George Christiansen
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George Christiansen Tampa, Florida
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