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Came out of a troubled time and I lost another year
Lost another friend and I lost another fear
And I was spent to nothingness and I spent in pain
A season spent in solitude
A season spent in vain
Living in those places that angels only know
Far beyond the edge where dreamers only go
Came out of a sleepness night
Weary from the ride
Silence in the dialogue
The ghost is from inside
Holding on to god knows what and only god knows why
Doing things that don’t make sense
And most will never try
Living in those places that angels only know
Far beyond the edge where dreamers only go
Came out of a troubled time and it almost broke my heart
Almost lost my mind and it tore my soul apart
Came out of a troubled time a little less nieve
Older, wiser, eyes wide open
Different I believe
Living in those places that angels only know
Far beyond the edge where dreamers only go
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Aztec feathers, felt fedora, the smell of the avocado wind
I have a million memories, not a single regret
So many places that I’ve been
The poison silence of words unspoken
The pink dolphins of the Amazon
The wings of Baraka, the year of the asteroid
Skeletons are swing the swords
Witches of New Mexico turn into owls
The wind wasn’t howling but it roared
The golden silence of words unspoken
The pink dolphins of the Amazon
The red thunder. Lunar eclipse
Staring at the faces of Mars
Left of Orion Venus turns purple
Laying down and staring at the stars
The joyful silence of words unspoken
The pink dolphins of the Amazon
The healing fragrance, music of the spheres
Rhythms of the river in trance
African drums beating ‘round the world
Slaves ain’t working if they dance
The joyful silence of words unspoken
The pink dolphins of the Amazon
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Your fragile heart
Cannot compete
With your healthy body and your daring mind
Your fragile heart
Just might give out
If you abuse it one more time
Your tender spirit
And your troubled soul
Watch you suffer as you dig your hole
Your fragile heart
Your fragile heart
Cries for compassion
Justification and some sympathy
Your fragile heart
Beats a little harder
Pounding in your chest, trying to set you free
Your tender spirit
And your troubled soul
Watch you suffer as you dig your hole
Your fragile heart
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Lot of lonely people gather over by the mission hall
Ain’t got no money but they got a lot of blues
Over by the mission hall
Aristotle, Sister Carolina, Jesse James, Dracula too
Shakespeare’s talking like some hipstreet poet
Millionaire Lucky Laroo
Lot of hungry people gather over by the mission hall
They give them free soup and they give them free break
Over by the mission hall
Paul Ravere scaring all the babies and Hitler’s trying to tie his shoes
Captain Blye he said to Mr. Christian, baby have you heard the news
He said you’re not crazy, you’re not lazy
You’re not weak you’re strong
Everything you do is right and it’s the world that’s all wrong.
Mama said now don’t play babies over by the mission hall
Daddy said now don’t go running over by the mission hall
Human dreams on the brick wall screens and foggy eyes full of pain
Jeronimo was shooting at the sun and he said it going bring the rain
He said you’re not crazy, you’re not lazy
You’re not weak you’re strong
Everything you do is right and it’s the world that’s all wrong.
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Seems we’re living on the edge of a shadow,
Seems we’re living in the colder times
When the truth becomes a point of view and the law becomes a crime
In the crossfire of opinion when all virtue turns to sin
Swim against the raging river
Fly upon Apache Wind
When the holy ones are laughed at
When the old ones go to sleep
When the buildings start to crumble and the trees begin to weep
When the birds are lost in winter, and don’t know where they’ve been,
Swim against the raging river
Fly upon Apache Wind
To reward with fame and fortune when an artist sells his soul
When it’s time to bury magic in some long forgotten hole
When the eagles become portraits or sculptures made of tin
Swim against the raging river
Fly upon Apache Wind
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The lines on my forehead are deeper today
The clock keeps ticking away
Tested by fire and molded by clay
I don't really have much to say
Been there, done that
Seen it, felt it
And I've heard it all before
Can't get enough,
Please give me some more
Testing my miracles, testing my faith
Trying my patience, fading away
Aiming my answers, drawing me out
Tempting my senses, making me shout
Biting my tongue, eating my words
Making my changes, my thoughts overheard
Edit my feelings for peace in the home
Always improving, always alone
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Whatcha gonna do when the sun goes down, and you’re all alone,
and you need a friend?
Whatcha gonna do when your lover goes away?
And whatcha gonna do with your angel eyes, and your healing touch,
and your lilac breath?
Whatcha gonna do with your thoughts of paradise?
Don’t bend my virtue
Don’t whisper in my ear,
Don’t take me down with you
I’ve done this dance before
Whatcha gonna do when the lights go out, and the fire burns
and the cold winds blow?
Whatcha gonna do when you need someone to hold?
And whatcha gonna do if you work too hard, and you need more dough, and you’re burning out?
Whatcha gonna do if you ain’t got time to play?
Whatcha gonna do with your purple pride, and your deep concerns,
and your high ideals?
Whatcha gonna do with your ever-changing mood?
I remember when your hair was long, and your mind was strong,
and your heart was clear,
And I remember when you actually used to laugh.
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Huckleberry Winter
01:52
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Sanctuary
03:58
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Donnie died with poison in his veins
Wally died with a bullet to the brain
Bobby drowned in the middle of a lake
Bruce was running for a little more jake
David died hanging from a tree
Willie smoked himself to death, it was no mystery
Angie died from a rare disease
Sherry stopped eating, praying on her knees
Sanctuary, sanctuary
So many friends aren’t here no more
Cadillac died on the barroom floor
Sanctuary
Craig flipped over in a speeding car
Harry was shot in a downtown bar
Chuck was buried when his heart just quit
Maria left a note when her wrists were slit
Henry left, he died of the AIDS
Mustafa burned up in the Philadelphia raids
Cathy closed her eyes and she never woke up
Eddie drank the liquid in the poison cup
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Who'll call you baby
When your hair gets grey and your body sags
When your steps get slow and tend to lag behind you
Who'll call you baby
when your children grow and leave the nest,
the years you gave them all your best
When the mirror says stop, but the mind says go
And the old eyes shine, and the spirit glows inside you
I'll call you baby
From now until forever more, I'll call you baby
Who'll call you lover
When your soft side yields to passing years
Wisdom grows from all your fears
Who'll call you lover
When you don't feel pain from circumstance
And the things you've seen have built a wall around you
When your arms are weak, but your passion's strong
And you still need love, but you're sick and tired of asking
I'll call you lover
From now until forever more, I'll call you lover
Who'll call you always, when the days go on and the nights are long
Time slips by and all your friends are gone
Who'll call you always, when memories of your younger days
Shine through the curtains like sunrays
When your mind is wise, with your failing eyes
And your wits are sharp, but you seem a bit forgetful
I'll call you always
From now until forever more, I'll call you always.
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If you have some time to spend and want to go to anywhere
Pack your mind up, close your eyes and feel the sun and salty air
All the ladies on the beach have sunlight in their hair and, ooh, they look so sweet
Chicago, the winter night chill
L.A., those Hollywood Hills
I loved you forever, and I love you still
I’ll buy you Brazil
If you have some time to spend and want to go to anywhere
Close your eyes and hold my hand and darling I will take you there
All the ladies on the beach have sunlight in their hair and, ooh, they look so sweet
New Orleans, on Mardi Gras night
Manhattan, those big city lights
I loved you forever, and I love you still
I’ll buy you Brazil
London, Paris and Rome
All over the world, it’s always your home
I love you forever, and I love you still
I’ll buy you Brazil
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Every time I laugh, I feel the light
Every time I cry, I blur my sight
Every time it’s dark, I feel the night
Every time I breathe, I feel alright
A ship was sailing through a perfect typhoon
A wolf was howling that primal tune
And a man was staring at the hungry moon
And the will of the spirit is the will of the strong
And the will of the right is the fuel of the wrong
Manipulation, destiny, manifestation
Internal silence, divine expression
A ship was sailing through a perfect typhoon
And the wolf was howling that primal tune
And the man was hiding from the hungry moon.
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Candles at nighttime, stars in your head
Bet you can’t get me into your bed
Messing with magic, messing with love
You shouldn’t play with someone like me
‘Cuz if you lean on me I’ll lean back
It ain’t that I’m angry, ain’t that I’m bad
Saxophone playing, blowing that jazz
You can’t beat me cuz’ this guitar is all that poor boy has
Voodoo on Monday, business been bad
Think you’re so clever, you just been had
Woman be careful, woman beware
Don’t make me crazy, don’t make me mad
Know what you’re doing, you’re gonna get burned
Fire gets hotter the more that you learn
Dealing your cards and playing your hand
You can’t beat me ‘cuz this guitar is all that poor boy has
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I got a little crazy and I drank too much
I felt like a fool when I couldn’t stand up
I sound so foolish and I talked with a slur
And the whole night was like some crazy blur
I lost my dignity
I lost my head
Ain’t no excuses for the things I said
I’ll take the consequences
And I’ll take the blame
And in the morning I will walk
That walk of shame
I didn’t drive and I’m still alive
I stared at the moon but I saw five
And I hope I didn’t hurt you with my vicious tongue
I hope I didn’t hurt you with my vicious tongue
I’m really not a fighter, I’m a happy drunk
But if I was the skipper then that boat would’ve sunk
But I’ve got a lot of friends who seem to understand
My friends, they understand
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Lonely,
Lady lonely
Laughing,
Playing the fool
I know what you’re feeling
‘Cuz I’ve been lonely too
Late night,
Sister temptation
Shake me, oh
Gimme your love
Crazy,
From the quiet
Shadows
On the wall
Silence, like your best friend
Hold you up when you fall
Take me,
Sister excitement
Shake me, oh
Gimme your love
Maybe,
Tomorrow,
Wiser,
Safe from your dreams
Stronger, a little bit stronger
So different than it seems
But shake me,
Sister persuasion
Take me, oh
Gimme your love
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MichaelOnFire.com
From his beginnings as a songwriter working out of Detroit’s famed United Sound Studios, to his recordings with the Muscle Shoals Rhythm Section, to the progressive jazz of Prismatic, to the years in L.A. and Nashville, making records with Stephen Stills, and Joe Vitale, to the nonstop touring, Michael On Fire has been relentless in his commitment to creative expression and musical performance. ... more
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