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A Slumbering Moment
01:11
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An Awakening Moment
04:23
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In a town, there lived Old Bill
Annoyingly witty, he had a skill
With puns and quips, he'd fill the air
In response to all, with a sly flair
He'd make them smile, but inside seethe
His antics tested patience, people'd breathe
Yet they tried to endure, keep their cool
For Bill's jests were the town's oddball rule
But one fateful day, it all came to a head
A lady's patience snapped, words left unsaid
She slapped Old Bill, a resounding sound
An awakening moment all around
A lesson that he would finally learn
Without anyone saying a word
Stunned and silent, Bill took the blow
His puns and quips no longer aglow
In that humbling moment, he could see
How his humour affected those near and dear
Now Bill's a changed man, his heart is true
His puns more measured, less askew
Learned the value of thoughtful speech
To lift others up, not just to reach
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3. |
Some Birds...
03:05
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Some birds might fall down from their nests
Some birds are caught by men's nets
But some can leave without a trace
You wonder where they've flown to next
Some birds they fly so very fast
They leave their mark when they hit the glass
But some sail on winds that lead them away
You wonder how long you'll be apart
Some birds are made
Of porcelain and clay
They never leave the nest all day
Cause if they try
For once to fly
They'll only fall straight down and hit the ground
Like birds, we can either be alone
Or venture so very far from home
The fragileness that living birds may claim
Is also true of those made of clay
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This old house was standing here long before
We first stepped inside, stepped inside
Many others have eaten here, and slept in there
Where they lived and died, lived and died
We don't plan on going anywhere, maybe neither did they
But something must've changed all their plans and then they moved away, moved away
We don't own homes, they just let us stay
We don't own homes, they just let us stay
I guess I've added something here and something there
Unlike all those before, those before
Does that mean that I've got staying power
A better track record, track record?
Just keep us safe from the bitter cold and the rain, cold and the rain, cold and the rain
All the memory of the sadness from before, we'll try to erase, we'll try to erase
We don't own homes, they just let us stay
We don't own homes, they just let us stay
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5. |
Gotta Move On
02:50
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Well, I've hung around until I have found
That the longer I stay, I will never rebound
If I never get up, burden's will never let up
But I'm gonna move on and keep looking up
Been keeping company far too long with misery
I've gotta move on, time to think about me
The road lies ahead, green lights no red
Well shake out the lead, cause it's time to move on
Leave all of my problems far behind
Start living, let go of the grind
Let go of my worries, put them where they belong
Cause it's time, time, time to move on
No looking back, just start making tracks
You've gotta move on, you'll never lose what you lack
Brighter days are in view, well I believe that's true
I need to shake loose, its time to move on
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6. |
Mouse House
04:18
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In the dead of night, I lay in my bed
But sleep won't come, there's fear in my head
Tiny feet scurrying across the floor
A chilling presence, that I can't ignore
In this game of hide and seek, I'm the one's who's lost
As the mice invade, my nerves are shot
Welcome to the mouse house, where dreams go astray
In the darkness, they creep, causing fright and dismay
I'm tossing and turning, in this sleepless fight
Haunted by their presence throughout the night
I pull up the covers, seeking a little peace
But they're scurrying paws increase my heartbeat
Every squeak and rustle, opens my eyes
In the mouse house realm, ruling the night
But I'll find my courage, face the fear that's inside
No longer fear what's hidden behind
Traps and barricades, will keep them at bay
Reclaim my sleep and drive the mice away
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7. |
Fingerprints
04:36
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In shadows, fingerprints dance unseen
A criminal's power, a twisted scheme
With touch transformed, he weaves deceit
Shoplifting gains, others take the heat
A silent game of stolen goods and lies
His fingerprints shift, the truth denied
Yet murder's edge, he dares not to tread
A line he won't cross, no soul is shed
Now who but he could live an untruth?
How can he do what no man can do?
And wear at will another man's fingerprints
And swapping his prints around when he sees fit?
In petty theft, he finds his thrill
Manipulating prints at will
But deeper crimes, he shuns the night
His conscience still guides him, keeps him aright
Who but he with nothing to lose
Would live by morals he'd pick and choose?
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All the pieces composed
All the paintings and brush strokes
Shared by the genius of your mind
Your hands gracefully toiled
You were ardently employed
In masterpieces for us to enjoy
That have stood the test of time
But you were not around
To see how wonderful and profound
Your works would become after your span of time
When you were in your prime
Surely you'd be surprised
If you were still alive
And able to witness and realise
Your value and worth to the masses
All the classic treasures
That have brought us such joy and pleasure
As time slowly passes
Back then you were not appreciated
Like you are now for all that you created
You would only become after your span of time,
When you were in your prime
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9. |
Sally's Spectacles
05:26
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Sally, Sally's spectacles
Through shattered lenses, she yearns to see
What her life could mean
Sally, Sally's spectacles
In her quest for vintage frames she finds
Inner peace
Sally's on a quest, a collector of the past
Hunting through stores, obsession's unsurpassed
Old style glasses, her treasures so rare
Like a magpie drawn to shine, she seeks them everywhere
But sometimes the shelves are bare, her heart beings to ache
Tissues soaked in frustration, as dream's starting to break
Frames from eras lost, she cradles them with care
In her room they line the walls, a spectacle affair
A symphony of shapes and hues, a testament to time
Yet an elusive, perfect pair remains her uphill climb
Finally a gleam of hope, a frame that steals her heart
Excitement courses through her veins, she can't stay apart
In trembling hands, she hold them far too tight
With a snap, they break, and dream's lost from her sight
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10. |
Laughter Can Be Mean
04:36
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In a realm beyond the stars, a visitor arrived
An alien in human form, with curious eyes
Seeking understanding, exploring Earth's terrain
But little did he know, he'd find it hard to remain
He observes with fascination, their peculiar ways
But their sense of humour falls short, causing disarray
A constant barrage of puns and gags that lack appeal
Leaving him bewildered and seeking something more real
Oh, this world of jest and wit, where laughter fills the air
But the humour here on Earth is shown with little care
So he blends into the crowd, cause their jokes just feel obscene
He realised there and then,
Laughter can be mean
Laughter can be mean
One day, a pranksters folly, an act he can't erase
Someone tried to mock him, put adhesive on his face
A third eye taped in jest, a gesture deemed so strange
For humanity's comedy, it just won't make him change
With each passing day, he studies comedy's art
Analyzing puns and word play, seeking to impart
He learns the subtle nuances, the timing and the cues
Discovering the power to uplift, to heal the sorely bruised
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11. |
The Sky's The Limit
04:43
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I once dreamed of the moon, that beacon of white light
Ever reaching, soaring above, in the velvet of the night
I trained for the stars, gave it my all, my heart and soul
But my body betrayed me and took its heavy toll
So they said, 'Sorry my son, your health just wont permit
You wont see those polar caps, the moon's not your orbit'
The doctors words cut deep, denied my cosmic flight
Now I'm grounded here on Earth, drowning in the night
I dreamed of seeing the North Pole, floating from so very far
Instead, I'm watching the ice cubes floating inside my glass
My orbit's to the tavern, that how it tends to be
The future was bright till it faded
The sky's the limit for me
I'll be thinking of lunar dust and that celestial sight
Though I'll never leave this earth, I'll keep dreaming of that flight
The tavern's my launchpad, the bottle's my rocket fuel
I've lost the stars that I used to chase, now just some earth-bound fool
The stars in my glass, they twinkle so bright
But they'll never replace the dream of that flight
But dreams can be cut short when they're only sky high
So here's to the dreamers, not matter if we fly or fall
Sometime's life's gravity eventually gets to us all
As many stars I've counted seems to be the amount that try and fail
Just another loser sitting at a bar telling tall tales
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Fox Piano Australia
This is my growing collection of piano based music. I hope you enjoy these albums.
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