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FROM MY BOOK
02:55
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Tear me another page,
from a book that I am making
Blue adventures, yellow day dreams,
in the rain, eating chocolate ice cream .
The Circus was another strange thing.
The clowns waiting in the wings.
Cotton candy, the kids from Harlem,
we both got sick on a ride that day.
And sipping wine in Italy,
after playing on the stage.
Me and our band toured EU
After dark, Milano art shows .
All the lovers I have known,
Such kind people everyone
And the friendships on the road
Carried me where I would go
Tear me another page,
from a book that I am making
Blue adventures, yellow day dreams,
in the rain, eating chocolate ice cream .
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2. |
BIG CITY SONG
04:14
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All of the clouds in the a blue and white sky.
Songs of today and tomarrow pass by.
Rene goes walking down the sidewalk.
Looks in windows ..what wll he buy
Something shines and something sparkles
Something cries but makes Rene smile
La la
All of the lives that we see around us
All of the songs that we sing about them.
Jay drinks coffee at the cafe.
Jay is walking down the sidewalk
Something shines and something sparkles
Something cries but makes Jay smile
La la
Saturday trains travel to Manhattan
We spent the day at the Metropolitan.
I am walking through the galleries .
Famous names and pictures smile at me
Something shines and something sparkles
Something cries but makes me smile
La la
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QUEER STREET
03:53
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Saturday night light, in the garden
The Summer rain falls, on my old hat
Through the gate a man is walking
With a cane, I am singing
An old song , I learned in childhood
About the rain, and Saturday night life
Through the gate a man is walking
in night light, I am crying
—I stood on Queer Street, with my hands on my face.
The decision was mine but you always got your way,
On the day that I left, I rememberd your name .
On the day that you died, I was far away.
Through the gate a man is walking
With a cane, I am singing
Don’t cry T. don’t stop dreaming
Cause I’m a singer, I don’t stop singing.
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LOVE SONG
03:35
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My old flash light, makes the path bright
But I never walked the straight and narow.
The distance from here, that takes me you
I’ll make a love song. And id’e like to screw you.
A river of dreams but all that crap seems’
The stuff I imagin. Makes me want to scream,
The winter is cold, Summer is hot
And you are hot. id’e like to hold you.
And my old flash light, makes the path bright
And I can imagine another boy in another life
So lets have a beer and lets have a life
I’ll kiss you hello, and say good night
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MYSTERIOUS NIGHT
06:18
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,,what’s it like, to carry a poem, into the twilight,
All The way home.
I liked to climb apple trees, when I was a child
The sky through the leaves, was the first song I rote.
…… mysterious night, fell on me suddenly,
the comfort of darkness, that I always liked
And in the evening i’de hop on my bike
And watch the sun set, over Long Island soundDES
When I was in high school, my mom got a sails job
She bought a piano, so I could play piano
I played piano, all day i’de play piano
I played piano, all day i’de play piano
But what’s it like, to carry a song, into the twilight,
All The way home.
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Ed Askew New York
The singer-songwriter / painter moved to New York for a few months in 1967 where he met Bernard Stollman of ESP-Disk, who offered him a contract. Between 1968 and 1986, Ed lived, mostly, in New Haven; doing occasional shows with his band, and later doing solo shows there. Around 1987, Ed moved to New York City, where he continues to write and record songs, and occasionally perform. ... more
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