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Miracles ...and other works of heart |
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Song List |
1. |
Twenty Questions |
5:00 |
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Miracles |
* 4:39 |
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Almost Home |
6:59 |
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Forgiveness |
5:39 |
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I Choose Love |
5:31 |
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Om Namah Shivaya |
6:06 |
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Oil Can |
7:14 |
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Love is a Work of Art |
4:24 |
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Cell Phone Blues |
6:10 |
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Here We Are |
* 5:36 |
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11. |
Namaste |
4:57 |
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12. |
A Life in the Day |
6:34 |
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*free download of entire song! |
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Twelve original songs straight from the heart, about love, life, family, community, and pondering our purpose on this earth. |
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$12.00 ( shipping and handling cost will be added by shopping cart* ) |
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Also available at cdbaby and iTunes |
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Musician Credits |
Mark Sloniker lead and background vocals, piano, keyboards |
Colleen Crosson lead and harmony vocals, acoustic guitar, additional percussion |
Eduardo "Bijoux" Barbosa acoustic and electric basses |
Mark Raynes drums |
Gayan Gregory Long djembe, backgournd vocals on Om Namah Shivaya |
Anthony Walker electric guitar, electric sitar, background vocals on Cell Phone Blues |
Andrew Vogt soprano and alto saxophones |
Terry Meyer background vocals on Om Namah Shivaya |
Tina Marx background vocals on Cell Phone Blues |
Frosty Horton background vocals on Here We Are |
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All songs written by Mark Sloniker except Namaste, written by Colleen Crosson |
All songs arranged by Mark Sloniker and Colleen Crosson, except Forgiveness instrumental section arranged by Myles Sloniker |
©® 1998-2008 Mark Sloniker Music (BMI) |
® 2009 Mark Sloniker Music/DMS Records |
All Rights Reserved. |
Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws. |
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From left to right: Colleen Crosson, Mark Sloniker, Anthony Walker, Frosty Horton |
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Recorded by Anthony Walker at Perspective AudioVisual, Fort Collins, CO |
Mixed by Colleen Crosson, Frosty Horton, Mark Sloniker, and Anthony Walker at Perspective AudioVisual, Fort Collins, CO |
Mastered by Erik Wolf at Wolf Mastering, Nashville, TN |
Produced by Mark Sloniker and Colleen Crosson with invaluable assistance from Frosty Horton |
Graphic Design by Christina Gressianu and Dolphin Feet |
CD cover photo by Colleen Crosson |
Back cover photo by Charles Schinner |
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THANKS |
Deep gratitude and love to our families, friends, and our Unity community for your suport and inspiration in creating and sharing these songs! This recording is especially dedicated to our children, Myles and Emma, and to our parents, David and Barbara Crosson, and Mark and Ruth Sloniker. |
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Special thanks to Amanda Griffith at www.DolphinFeet.com for transforming Mark's Poetry into artistic affirmations that you can take with you anywhere! |
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Visit us at www.marksloniker.com and www.colleencrosson.com for the complete collection of DolphinFeet and for full lyrics and inspiration behind the sngs in this recording. |
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Mark Sloniker Music
PO Box 633
Fort Collins, CO 80524 |
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Twenty Questions - words & music by Mark Sloniker ©2005 |
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Who in the world do you think you are? |
Where did you come from? How did you get this far? |
What in the world are you here to do? |
And when you’re done here… |
Where are you going to? |
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Was the sailing smooth on the journey here? |
Were the waters rough? Did the stars shine clear? |
Have the storms, on the sea, helped you tame your fear? |
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What in the world are our lives made of? |
Are we on a secret mission, to turn all things to love? |
When in the world will this journey end? |
Is there a final answer waiting around the bend? |
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Could it be there’s a place, far beyond our sun? |
Where the human race could embrace as one? |
If we could see it through is the journey done? |
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Where in the world can a soul find peace? |
When in the world will the violence cease? |
Why in the world would a soul choose fear? |
Who can decide how heaven might appear? |
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If I choose the light, will this new path start? |
If I lose my mind, can I find my heart? |
Letting kindness steer, drawing ever near. |
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Who in the world do you think you are? |
Where did you come from? How did you get this far? |
What in the world are you here to do? |
What is this presence? |
Guiding me and you? |
What is this presence? |
Guiding me and you? |
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Miracles - words & music by Mark Sloniker ©1999 |
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He sees miracles in the dawn's early light |
He sees miracles in the first star at night |
He sees miracles in the simplest of things |
In a butterfly's flight, in a hummingbird's wings |
In the magic that each moment brings |
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She finds miracles in the thunder and rain |
She finds miracles in a fire fly's flame |
She makes miracles with a hug and a kiss |
In just holding hands through moments like this |
She finds miracles in such bliss |
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When did I go so far astray, |
That I stopped running wild, that I stopped playing free? |
Searching in hopes I'd find my way |
I found a child of three, with so much to teach me |
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'Cause he sees miracles in the marching of ants |
And she sees miracles in a honey bee's dance |
They see miracles in the simplest of things |
In the first winter snow, in the blossom of spring |
In the magic that each moment brings |
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She finds miracles on the string of a kite |
And he finds miracles in a moment's delight |
They find miracles on a warm summer breeze |
In a puddle of rain, in the climbing of trees |
They find miracles in moments like these |
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Where in the world did I lose track, |
When the wonders of life, lost their wonder to me? |
It's time that I found my way back |
There's a child in my heart…'n' |
She yells…"allee allee in come free" |
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Then we'll find miracles, whether young or old |
We'll find miracles in each story told |
We'll see miracles when we laugh or we cry |
Through all of our lives, 'til the day that we die |
There's a miracle, even in goodbye |
For we're miracles…You and I |
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Almost Home - words and music by Mark Sloniker ©2003-2004 |
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“Look there,” he said from the bow of his boat |
He was long overdue; he’d been given up for lost at sea |
The tear in his eye saw a sea gull fly over |
He said, “Where did you come from? Is it land, could it be?” |
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“Could I be almost home?” said the way weary sailor |
“Could I be almost back, from a journey to eternity? |
I feel almost there, back to right where I started, |
From when I first parted, to see what I could see |
Now in some strange way, it feels almost like home to me.” |
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He grabbed his spy glass and climbed up the rigging |
High on the main sail to have a look-see |
There was a fragrance of flowers and the smell of the mountains |
And on the horizon, was it land? Could it be? |
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“Could I be almost home? These waters feel familiar to me |
Could I be almost free from the storms on the sea? |
I feel almost back to the place where I started, |
And though I don’t feel this feeling could be wrong, |
Could it be, in some way that perhaps I've been home all along?” |
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High on a cliff lived a luminous lighthouse |
She was shining her light, in hopes to show the way |
She said, “Keep to deep water. Steer clear of the rocks here, |
Until the green current pulls you into the bay.” |
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She said, “You’re almost back |
We wondered what became of you |
You’re almost here,” beamed her light across the sea |
“You’re almost there. Take your time, what’s your hurry |
On a journey through eternity, |
You know each storm and each calm |
Are what brought you back here to me.” |
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There in the village was an old woman waiting, |
Waiting there for her son to come home from the sea |
She was so close to dying, wanting just one more visit |
Before heading home on her voyage so sweet |
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“Could I be almost home? These waters feel familiar to me |
Almost back, in a journey through eternity |
I feel almost home, from a sojourn so long |
And while I don’t feel this feeling could be wrong, |
Could it be, in some way, that perhaps |
I've been home all along?” |
Thru each note in this song, could it be |
We've been home along…? |
Always Home. Always Home. |
Welcome Home! |
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Forgiveness - words and music by Mark Sloniker ©2006 |
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Sometimes I lose my cool, sometimes I lose my head |
Sometimes I can’t believe some of the things I've said |
Sometimes I get riled up, sometimes I just see red |
Sometimes I’m like a child that chooses fear instead |
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Sometimes my words run wild, I don’t mean what I say |
And like that little child, I’d like to run away |
Sometimes I get confused, misunderstand your words |
Sometimes my point of view is strictly for the birds |
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Please forgive me! Please forgive me! Please forgive me! |
Forgive the things I do…and next time, I'll forgive you |
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Sometimes I shut you out, sometimes I turn you down |
Sometimes I'm filled with doubt, like I'm about to drown |
Sometimes I just lose hope; I don’t know what to do |
And when I just can’t cope, I take it out on you |
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But now the time is right, I want to make amends |
Do what it takes to heal, and start anew as friends |
So now I’m standing here, ready to find a way |
To break this chain of fear, begin a brand new day |
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Please forgive me! Please forgive me! Please forgive me! |
Forgive the things I do…and next time I'll forgive you |
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So now I know it’s time to make a brand new start |
It’s time to change my mind and listen to my heart |
Please look into my eyes, if you could stand right here |
I know you’ll realize that I am most sincere |
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Please forgive me! Please forgive me! Please forgive me! |
Forgive the things I do….and the next time, I’ll forgive you |
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I’ll forgive you, you forgive me |
Walking this walk, setting us free |
Turning to love, learning to live |
Until there’s nothing to forgive |
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I Choose Love - words & music by Mark Sloniker ©1998 (2000) |
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All of my life comes down to one decision |
All of my life – one choice |
There is only now |
And in this moment two things to choose from |
And I choose love this time; I choose love and each time |
That I choose love, then there is only love |
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Sometimes, I walk in the canyon |
I call out in one voice |
And what comes back from each reflection |
Makes this seeker's heart rejoice |
For I seek love this time, and I find love each time that |
I choose love, for there is only love |
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'Cause I can choose fear and get a little scared if I choose to |
And I can feel lost and feel separation |
I can feel trapped and get real mad and loose my temper |
Sometimes there's so much anger deep inside of here |
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Sometimes, I need to let go and roll with the punches |
Sometimes, I need to be still and listen to my heart |
And in time, I learn to let go and grow in the silence |
And in time, I find the peace that lives in the moment |
In peace, I honor my path and walk a little stronger now |
And in strength, I help someone and help myself out |
And inside it dawns on me there's a choice I'm making |
'Cause I know there's only right now, just this moment and |
I have the power inside to choose, to choose, to choose |
And I choose love this time; I choose love and each time |
That I choose love |
then there is only love |
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This life has just one lesson |
And it's learned through an open heart |
Each moment is our classroom |
Let the lesson start |
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I choose love this time; I choose love and each time |
That I choose love,then there is only love (chorus repeats) |
There is only love, there is only love |
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Om Namah Shivaya - words and music by Mark Sloniker ©1998-2005 |
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Om Namah, Om Namah Shivaya |
Om, Om sweet om |
Om Namah, Om Namah Shivaya |
Home, take me home |
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Om Namah, Om Namah Shivaya |
Om, Om sweet om |
Om Namah, Om Namah Shivaya |
Home, take me home |
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Love is now, love lives in this moment |
Life loves us now |
Essence lives deep inside this moment |
To love we bow |
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Chorus |
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Mother, father, birth us in this moment |
In love right now |
Home is here, right inside this moment |
In love we bow |
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Chorus |
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With each breath, life gives us this moment |
Don’t ask me how |
So this path is our blessed journey |
To it we bow |
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Chorus |
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We live here riding on this moment |
In love’s sweet flow |
Spirit guides us in each loving moment |
In love we grow |
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Chorus (Home, I am home) |
Chorus (Home, I am home) |
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Repeat last verse |
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Chorus 3x (Home, I am home) |
Home, I am home |
Home, I am home |
Home, I am home |
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Oil Can - words and music by Mark Sloniker ©2000-2002 |
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At the end of “The Wizard of Oz”, the Tin Man said, |
“I know I got a heart now" (he said) |
"I know I got a heart now, ‘cuz I can feel it breaking" |
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And at the end of "To Kill a Mockingbird" |
Boo Radley finally comes out (yes he does) |
Boo Radley finally comes out, and he saves the day |
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Well, I know that my life is not a movie |
And I know that I'm not Boo Radley |
But I know…I know I got a heart now |
I finally got a heart now |
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At the end of "Casablanca", Bogie says, |
"It's the start of a beautiful friendship" |
He says, “It’s the start of a beautiful friendship" |
As if nothing else even mattered |
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And at the end of “The Velveteen Rabbit", |
That Rabbit becomes Really Real (yes he does) |
That Rabbit becomes Really Real |
Even though he's old and worn and tattered |
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Well, I know that my life is not a story book |
Yet I know, sometimes life doesn't get good |
‘Til the shiny part wears off |
Then I know what makes us really real then |
Is that we're shining on the inside |
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‘Cuz life's gonna break your heart |
It does it ‘cuz it loves us |
Life's got to break our hearts |
To let the love flow through the cracks |
Thank you for breaking my heart |
Now everything is new again |
And everything is true again |
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At the end of “The Wizard of Oz", Glenda says, |
"You coulda got home all along” |
She said, “You can always get home all along, when in |
your heart you’re really trying” |
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At the end of “The Wizard of Oz", Dorothy says, |
"You all look so familiar to me” |
“You all helped me find my way home, |
Even when I was cryin'…" |
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Well, now I know that my life IS a movie |
And now I know that we're ALL Boo Radley |
Ready to save the day! |
And I know…I know I got a heart now |
I know I'm really real now |
Well, it’s a brand new start now |
Because I know that I can feel now |
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At the end of “The Wizard of Oz”, Dorothy says, |
"Our love can take us anywhere” |
So click your heels together three times with me |
And say 'There's no place like home, there's no place |
Like home, there's no place like… " |
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At the end of “The Wizard of Oz”, Dorothy says, |
"Don't forget your oil can”…so don’t forget your oil can |
Don’t forget your oil can, don’t forget your oil can |
Don’t forget your oil can… don’t forget! |
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(The End) |
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Love is a Work of Art - words & music by Mark Sloniker ©2000-2002 |
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Take Heart, let her find her song |
We are soul survivors, in a Love so strong |
So amazing our creation, how it pulls us all along |
Love calls us now |
Love calls us now |
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Give us this day, a sun so warm and bright |
We'll find our way; compassion shines its guiding light |
Let's close our eyes, and we’ll behold through shear delight, |
That Love calls us now |
Love calls us NOW |
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Love is a work of art; love is a work of play |
Love is a dance of stillness |
Stillness while we swing and sway |
A Play is a made up story |
Where characters find their way |
Love is a work of art, and art is the love of play |
Love calls us now |
Love calls us now |
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Take heart, and there she'll find her song |
Her voice strengthens now |
Courage makes her vision strong |
Time and space are just illusions, we knew it all along |
Love moves us now |
Love proves us now |
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Love is our work of heart and Heart knows the art of play |
Love is a dance of stillness, stillness while we swing and sway |
A Play is a made up story, where characters find their way |
Love is a work of art, and art is the love of play |
An artist is anyone who loves to play along the way |
Love is a warm sun rising, calling us to a brand new day |
Calling us to this moment |
With only one thing to say, and She says… |
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"I'll help you work things out… |
If you'll come out with me and play!" |
"Will you come out with me and play?" (repeat) |
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Cell Phone Blues or Googling for God - words & music by Mark Sloniker ©2007 |
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(Prelude) |
I came to this earth to find goodness and God |
And to live those Golden Rules |
Just me inside this human space suit |
Oh, and I brought some simple tools |
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Got my cell phone on my hip here |
Got my beeper over thar |
Got super instant text messaging |
And a fax machine in my car |
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There’s a TV in the back seat |
It’s a wide screen plasma thing |
Got a GPS that insures success |
So I’ll never turn up missing |
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Got a computer in the dashboard |
And another one under the hood |
Got a micro-chip implanted in my head |
So I can keep texting you even after I’m dead |
Boy ain’t technology GOOD! |
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But right then an angel called down at me |
In a voice all sweetness and bliss |
She said perhaps I need to heed her words |
And her words, they went something like this… |
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Turn off your cell phone |
Turn off your TV |
Turn down your pager |
Turn off your MP3 |
You got to turn off your fax machine |
Turn off your car |
You got to turn ON your HEART Light |
If you want to find out where you are |
Do the low-tech with me baby! |
If you can go NO-tech that’s the best |
And let your heart light shine up to the heavens, friend |
And the Divine’ll do the rest |
(Yea, the Divine’ll do the rest) |
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You got to get off of the internet |
Turn off your computer |
You got to log off, check out, turn down, exit |
Every thought polluter! |
It’s not how big your hard drive is |
Or how big your TV Screen |
You get to shut down, power down, |
Time out, turn off, hang up Everything!!! |
Do the low-tech with me baby! |
If you can go NO-tech that’s the best |
Just let your heart light shine up to heaven, friend |
And the Divine’ll do the rest |
(Yea, the Divine’ll do the rest) |
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Now when Jesus went into the wilderness |
To confront that slippery stranger |
He left his cell phone with the Philistines |
He left his lap top in the manger! |
He didn’t need no instant messaging |
He didn’t need no GPS |
Jesus let his heart light shine |
And rose above that whole big mess |
He went low- tech just for starters |
Then he went no-tech just for grins |
Why, with the unlimited power of the SOUL phone |
You can wash away your sins |
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When Buddha sat under the Bodhi tree |
He freed himself of technology |
His suffering was abated |
And his spirits were elated |
Do the low-tech just like Buddha |
See how low-tech you can go |
Buddha took it down to nothin’ babe |
Now there ain’t nothin’ he don’t know |
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So turn off your cell phone friend |
And listen to me |
I said, turn ON your SOUL phone |
No worry, it’s toll free |
There’s a message inside the silence |
There’s a healing there within it |
You can talk to God any time you want |
You were born with unlimited minutes |
Do the low-tech with me baby |
If you can go no-tech that’s the best |
Just let your heart light shine up to heaven friend |
And through your soul phone you’ll be blessed |
Just let your heart light shine up to heaven |
And the Divine’ll do the rest! |
(Yea, the Divine’ll do the rest) |
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Here We Are - words & music by Mark Sloniker ©2001 |
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It’s ever near, it’s never far |
Have no fear, for here we are |
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Here we are, dancing on one speck of dust |
Alive for this moment in time |
Until this fine speck turns to rust |
Ah, but for now there's still time |
Just time enough for today |
Just time enough for a dance in the meadow |
A picnic, a rain storm, a play |
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Here we are, all dressed up with no place to go |
We're messed up yet each day we grow |
Though sometimes when I see a wreck |
It feels like we're going to heck |
I wonder could anyone out there be driving this speck |
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But then comes a feeling inside |
It comes as a gentle guide |
Saying in every moment |
Our love can turn wreckage to gold |
And in this moment now |
I am choosing that feeling to hold |
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Perhaps there's a steering wheel |
That guides us through how we feel |
Steering us, from a place both inside and above |
Steering us home in the general direction of love |
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Here we are, playing to an audience of one |
Part of the cast which includes |
Everything under the sun |
To be or not to be, to see or not to see |
That all of the world is a stage |
And we are the ink of a playwright |
Embracing each page |
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Perhaps we write our own part |
And then learn our lines by heart |
As the plot thickens each beating heart quickens |
As the playwright keeps writing |
From a place both inside and above |
Steering us home in the general direction of love |
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Perhaps there's a steering wheel |
That guides us through how we feel |
Steering us, from a place both inside and above |
Steering us home in the general direction of …. |
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It's ever near, it's never far |
Have no fear, for here we are |
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Namaste - words & music by Colleen Crosson ©2005 |
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Namaste , I honor that place in you |
Namaste, I honor that place in me |
Where the entire universe resides |
That place of love, of light, of truth, of peace |
Where if you are in that place in you |
And I am in that place in me |
Then there is only one of us |
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Namaste-hey,hey |
Namaste-hey,hey |
Namaste-hey,hey |
Namaste |
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Namaste, I honor that place in you |
Namaste, I honor that place in me |
Where we remember our divinity |
That we are bound in love to all, |
Seen and unseen |
And when you are in that place in you |
And I am in that place in me |
Then there is only one of us |
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Chorus |
Chorus |
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A Life in the Day - words & music by Mark Sloniker ©2000 (2004) |
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The dawn breaks, the moon quakes, |
The sun wakes up the morning star |
The night surrenders to the day in a silent bow |
The dew shakes into clear lakes, forgives all past mistakes |
Last night was a distant then; this morning is our only now |
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Love is a sweet surrender, love is a deep surrender |
Love is time’s secret mender, love is our choice alone |
And in the act of choosing, we pass beyond win or loosing |
Into this moment where love welcomes us home |
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The sun climbs into the noon sky |
A bell chimes, echoes its own reply |
While people take their noon repast in a courtyard in the shade |
It’s busy, yet lazy, part dizzy, half crazy |
As morning surrenders to the afternoon that she surely made |
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Chorus |
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The field mouse surrenders to the falcon |
The pollen surrenders to the bee |
The raindrop surrenders to the stream, |
Which surrenders to the river, which surrenders to the sea |
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The warm light of this late day |
Shadows grow tall then fade to gray |
A breeze blows; the sun grows sleepy in its slow decay |
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A bird sings a vespers tune |
This day will take its leave so soon |
Her song is like an offering |
As day surrenders into evening |
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The sun sets, the night falls, the sun has no regrets, |
None that the night recalls |
A star shines, the moon glows |
The earth takes off her daytime clothes |
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Someday the sun will set upon its last day |
It’s had a great life, and now it’s time to fade away |
And in its last act of making light of everything |
I think I know just what the sun might sing |
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(She sings) Love is a sweet surrender, love is a deep surrender |
Love is time’s secret mender, love is our choice alone |
And in the act of choosing, we pass beyond win or losing |
Past any why or how, into the ever present now |
Past any there or here, beyond any doubt or fear |
Into a timeless space, a spaceless time of endless grace |
It was our choice to wander; it was our choice to roam |
And by our choice we now return |
Where love welcomes us home |
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