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CLOSER TO THE MUSIC Music &Lyrics: Bill Candy Sometimes the words just don’t come easy,
I know, sometimes I just don’t try.
Sometimes the ways of God unease me.
I know, Sometimes I cry.
I said good-bye to a friend of mine
He took the glory road, left his music behind.
Showed me my dreams, shared his time.
And I believe that when I wrote this song
I could feel him near even though he’s gone to be
Closer to the music, where the voices blend,
Closer to the place where we begin and we all end.
I can remember the days of glory,
As seen through the eyes of a boy of ten.
Reading each day just like a story
With no beginning and no end.
If what you’re looking for you can’t find,
Just remember we’re all just a moment in time,
Passing the flame along the way.
We’re all born to let the music play,
It’s always near, just a heartbeat away,
Closer to the music, where the voices blend.
Closer to the place where we begin and we all end.
BABY YOU MEAN SO MUCH Music and lyrics: Bill Candy Baby you mean so much, I need your smile beside me,
I need your hand to guide me over the road again with you.
Baby I need your touch, I can’t live without you,
And I’ve just got to say, I’m with you all the way,
‘Cause every day there’s a change in me,
A change in my life my whole direction,
With your love and affection here in my home,
And Baby you mean so much to me.
Baby we have so much, More than I ever hoped or dreamed of,
I’ve looked at life and seen love through the children’s eyes with you.
Whatever lies ahead, wherever life has planned to take us,
We’ll find the road that’s right, just like we always have,
We’ll cry and laugh and carry on,
On to another day together,
There’s nothing we can’t weather, we can be strong,
And Baby you mean so much to me.
Like a man who walks the tightrope,
Looking back but pressing on,
I’m standing at the crossroads of my life.
Can it be the mystery of living that I see?
Half the way between my father and my son.
Baby you mean so much, I can’t live without you,
And I’ve just got to say, Baby you mean so much to me.
COMMON GROUND
Music and Lyrics: Bill Candy
Copyright Candycon Music 2002 SOCAN
- There’s nothing we can’t do or we can’t be
If I believe in you and you in me
It’s in our hopes and in our dreams
Sometimes the fear is not quite what it seems
2. There’s a longing for a spirit free and wild
In the unspoiled imagination of a child
Who takes your hand and simply stands
Face to face, heart to heart on common ground
CHORUS:
We all stand on common ground
And with a voice that’s clear and strong
We can sing most anything
And share a common bond
3. As sure as there’s tomorrow and today
As sure as people smile and children play
There’s those who laugh and those who cry
Underneath a universal sky
4. We are all the future and the past
We’re all the answers to the questions we all ask
Reach out a hand so we can stand
Face to face, heart to heart on common ground
CHORUS
SLIPPING THROUGH THE CRACKS
B. Candy
1. LIKE THE SALT OF THE EARTH SPILLED UPON A WORN AND WOODEN FLOOR
FALLING THROUGH THE CRACKS TO A PLACE WHERE YOU CAN’T FIND IT ANYMORE
YOU COULD TAKE A PINCH OF IT AND GIVE A LUCKY TOSS
SMILE AT THE MADNESS AS YOU IGNORE THE LOSS
PAPER BAGS AND MEMORY LAGS PUT THOSE DREAMS OF FLYING ALL TO REST
NO HE JUST CAN’T PUT HIS FINGER ON THAT FEELING THAT HE LACKS
A SPIRIT TOO DISPOSABLE RECYCLED AND CUTBACK
FROM TRADITION TO SUBMISSION HE’S A GRAIN OF SAND JUST SLIPPING THROUGH THE CRACKS
SLIPPING THROUGH THE CRACKS
2. WE’RE WORKING IN THE BIG TIME GOT SO MANY IRONS IN THE FIRE
THERE’S A RESERVOIR OF ANGRY CARS
DROWNING IN A HIGHWAY OF DESIRE
THERE’S A WEALTH OF INFORMATION DOWN
THAT ROAD THEY SAY WE NEED
IT’S PREYING ON THE SELFISHNESS AND
IGNORANCE AND GREED
LOOKING FOR DIRECTIONS ON A COURSE THAT
OFFERS LITTLE GUARENTEES
HE LOOKS OUT AND WONDERS IF HE’LL EVER BE
A PART
IS HE THE HUNTER OR THE HUNTED CONFUSION
IN HIS HEART
TEARS OF DESPERATION JUST GET WASHED
AWAY THEY’RE SLIPPING THROUGH THE CRACKS
SOLO
3. LIKE THE SALT OF THE EARTH SPILLED UPON A WORN AND WOODEN FLOOR
FALLING THROUGH THE CRACKS TO A PLACE WHERE YOU CAN’T FIND IT ANYMORE
YOU COULD TAKE A PINCH OF IT AND GIVE A LUCKY TOSS
SMILE AT THE MADNESS AS YOU IGNORE THE LOSS
PAPER BAGS AND MEMORY LAGS PUT THOSE DREAMS OF FLYING ALL TO REST
NO HE JUST CAN’T PUT HIS FINGER ON THAT FEELING THAT HE LACKS
A SPIRIT TOO DISPOSABLE RECYCLED AND CUTBACK
FROM TRADITION TO SUBMISSION HE’S A GRAIN OF SAND JUST SLIPPING THROUGH THE CRACKS
SLIPPING THROUGH THE CRACKS
HE LOOKS OUT AND WONDERS IF HE’LL EVER BE
A PART
IS HE THE HUNTER OR THE HUNTED CONFUSION
IN HIS HEART
TEARS OF DESPERATION JUST GET WASHED AWAY
THEY’RE SLIPPING THROUGH THE CRACKS
SLIPPING THROUGH THE CRACKS
SLIPPING THROUGH THE CRACKS
SLIPPING THROUGH THE CRACKS
HIGHLAND LULLABY Mauric H. Park [1889-1973] / George Coutts [1888-1962] Sleep softly my bairnie in your lowly wee bed, While falls the night gently a round your dear head, The stars in the heavens shed light through the gloom, While flows the wind sighing with faint hushing croom, The dear lord will guard you through darkness of sleep, Till the morning sun wakes you from slumber so deep. The lark from the meadow with carol so sweet, Will soar through the sun light the new day to greet May angels come swiftly with you to a bide, To keep you from danger ever close by your side, May you smile in your sleeping as you lie there so still, To show that your dreaming tell of joys to fulfil. May your future be free from all travail and woe, God bless you forever where e’er you may go, Now rest you my sweeting so free from all care, Till the radiant morning brings new joys to share
IDLE NEVER MORE Music and lyrics: Bill Candy Copyright Candycon Music 2013. SOCAN The Talking Stone The Raven Steals The Night The White Panther Tale The Song Of The Hermit Thrush These are the words of the Elders, keepers of the land From the Eastern Woodland Nation, to The Northern Yukon Clan They echo all the stories, in dances and song That we’re all one with nature, but there’s something that’s gone wrong The time is upon us, we all must take a stand For our brothers and our sisters, in our home and native land Take me down to the river, where the sacred waters flow And my heart will be idle never more Frozen tears, all those stolen years She can’t take it anymore Tore up inside, all alone then One more suicide, God help us all to Heed to the calling , the writing’s on the wall It’s a cry of desperation, a message to us all We must stand and deliver, to the people of the land And listen to the voices, try to understand The road is before us, we all must take a stand For the Sons and the Daughters, of our home and native land We’ll go down to the river, where the mighty eagles soar And our hearts will be idle never more We will all stand together, when we reach the other shore And our hearts will be idle never more May your hearts be idle never more