Just added lyrics to the player

The lyrics on the player are small, hard to read and  since I don’t know now how to enlarge the view of them, I put the songs’ lyrics in posts. A couple people told me that they had trouble hearing the lyrics because of their computer sound. This will help.

Please let me know if you have any trouble reading this, if you catch a typo, and so on.

Lyrics of “The Forest and the Mist”

I chanced to wake early this morn,
I looked outside, I drank the sight.
There night had left its memory,
lingering thought, mist in the woods.

Through sturdy boughs and over ground,
caressing all, forgotten tryst,
the mist to me more deeply true
than trunks concealed in foggy hue.

More woods than the very woods itself,
mist more real than forest caught
within its glowing, hovering soul,
soul of the woods, tales to unfold.

The mist to me revealed its heart
and I could see; it concealed not
but stirred abroad its melodies…
deepest songs of misty me.

For I did live and then I died.
Another morn, I started new.
Like forest steeped in evening’s dew
and lightly posing on my mind.

Have we wandered? Have we wondered?
Have we lingered on the thought?

Nudged now by vague or firm recall,
familiarity warms and beckons all.
Mist of my lives stirring the mind…
this isn’t the first and only time.

I hear my songs from deep the mist
clear ringing forth with certain bliss!
More me than what we merely see,
I am, as you, what can only be.

The voice you know before you hear
once rang through other throat and chest,
a voice you’re sure is kind and dear;
you loved so then, you loved it best.

Immediate foe! Immediate friend!
We resume the plot where it seemed to end;
yet, endings are but pause for breath
and deeds now done do outlive death.

Have we wandered? Have we wondered?
Have we lingered on the thought?

How is it that we run the track,
ignoring that we’ve trod before?
So many times calling back
people, purpose, port and shore.

I chanced to wake early this morn.
I looked outside, I drank the sight.
There night had left its memory…
lingering thought, mist in the woods.

© 2013 by Evan Symonds. All rights reserved.

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Lyrics of “Up the Scale”

This is a song that I hum and I sing
when I bring myself right on up the scale.
And it is the truth, oh, for sooth,
that it isn’t the song but it’s me
that goes up that scale.

When I’m a’down, I decide not to frown
but to smile and a’sing it right from the heart!
And its’ more than miracle, decide you’re up here
and you’ll see you’ve got wings
and you’re up the chart.

This is a song that I hum and I whistle
when I sing myself right on up the scale.
We bypass fear — and my dear, who needs fear? —
and we find ourselves soaring with open sail.

If I’m a’down, I decide, no frown
but a’giggle and sing it right from the heart!
And it is the truth, yeah, for sooth,  
that it isn’t the song that makes me but it’s me makes the art.

I am my art.
You are your art.
We are our art.

I am my art.
You are your art.
We are art.

The old man said “Be!” Just be, you’ll see
it’s so easy when you bring yourself uptone.
Why waste all the fun? C’mon everyone,
make it simple and put yourself in that zone.

Now if I’m down I decide to admire it
and that admiration soars me upscale!
And gone is the tear, it’s affection up here,
and I whistle a tune with a happy tale.

(Interweaving of singing with words, whistling, etc., to the end)

© 2013 by Evan Symonds. Al rights reserved.

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Lyrics of “A Bird”

Dum badabadada, dum dum bada!
etc.

Imagination is a bird.
Wings are meant to soar.
Music only you have heard
are songs abroad to pour!

Set it free, set it free, set it free!
Imagination is a bird.
Set it free, set  it free, set it free!
Imagination is a bird.

Wings are meant to fly. 
Wings are meant to lift.
Don’t bother finding reasons why.
Revel in creative gift!  

And set it free, set it free, set it free!
Imagination is a bird.
Set it…free!
Imagination is a…bird on the wing.
Let it fly, let it sing!

Wings are meant to beat.
Imagination is a bird.
We are lifted off our feet.
All is life! All is stirred! 

And set it free, free, free! 
Imagination is your bird.
Set it free, free, free! 
Imagination is a…
bird on the wing… 
let it fly, let it sing!
Is a bird on the wing,
let it fly, let it sing!

Dum badabadada, dum dum bada!   etc.

Be the bird; be the wind.
Be the wave; be the shore. 
Leave below sanction and sin. 
Forever’s what we’re flying for!

Set it free, free, free!
Imagination is your bird.
Set it free, free, free!
Imagination is a bird…free the bird!
 
Free the bird! Sing a song!
Free the bird! Sing a song!
Free the bird, sing a song, etc.
[overlapped with the Dum dum bahbabada’s ….]
 
Imagination is a bird.
Wings are meant to soar.
Music only you have heard
are songs abroad to pour!

Set it free, set it free!
imagination is a bird.
Set it free, free, free!
Imagination is a bird on the wing… 
Let it fly, let it sing!
Is a bird on the wing…
let it fly, let it sing!
Is a bird on the wing… 
let it fly, let it sing!   

Set a word on the wind…
set it free, free the word!
Set your mind on its wing,
let it fly, let it sing!

Set a word on the wind…
set it free, free the word!
Set your mind on its wing,
let it fly, let it sing!
Set a song in a bird…
set it free, free the bird.

© 2013 by Evan Symonds. All rights reserved.

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Lyrics of “In My Life”

In my life,
I’ve sung and I’ve sighed,
sighed and I’ve danced,
danced and I’ve loved,
loved and I’ve died,
died and come alive,
come alive one more time
to try again. 

In my life,
I’ve taught and forgot,
forgot and forgived,
forgived and I’ve learned,
I’ve learned and I’ve lied,
lied and rethought
the way that I live
to try again.

In my life,
cared more for my kids,
my kids than myself,
myself I’ve hurt and helped,
helped and I’ve played,
played hard and lost —
dice that I’ve tossed
to try again.

In my life,
I’ve won and I’ve gripped,
gripped and let go,
let go and denied,
denied and I’ve claimed,
claimed and I’ve dreamt,
dreamt, then decide
to try again.

In my life,
I’ve wanted what’s gone,
what’s gone of a laugh,
a laugh and a strong arm.
I’ve missed yet I’ve seen,
I’ve seen and I’ve known,
known that no love
can ever be gone.

In my life,
I’ve turned down the road,
a road never known,
known and I’ve held,
held and I’ve cried,
cried for the day,
the day yet to come
to try again.

In my life,
I’ve sung and I’ve sighed,
sighed and I’ve danced,
danced and I’ve loved,
loved and I’ve died,
died and come alive,
alive one more time
to try again.
Alive one more time
to try again.

© 2013 by Evan Symonds. All rights reserved.

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Hello!

Welcome to my music site!

I’m so happy to say that to you. 

The website is in its infancy. It’s got a look and some songs…that’s a start. Now it needs you. I want to greet you and let you know how blown away I am to exist here like this, where we can talk and share.

And ya, I am a few years older than in that photo. 😉  Until I get a more current image up, my music introduces me to you with what matters.

Let me hear from you. I mean, that’s what it’s all about. In fact, I can’t wait to hear from you, so hit those keys and say hi! Tell me about yourself, what you do, what inspires you. 

I’ve got several more songs done and only need to record a couple more for my CD. Let me know how you like the songs that are here, OK?

Evan