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Why I Belong Here
02:58
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I was feeling kind of bad
so I wrote a nasty note—
stuck it in your coat.
And your coat is corduroy.
And it's 35 years old.
Oh, but you're an old soul.
Wrap your red scarf around my neck.
Wrap that coat around my back.
That's why I belong here.
That's why you send for me.
That's why I belong here.
Carved my name in wet cement
out front the house you live in.
Oh, won't you just give in.
Combed my fingers through the flowers.
Made an ass of myself.
I couldn't get a laugh
from anybody else.
That's why I belong here.
That's why you send for me.
That's why I belong here.
That's why you won't let me be.
That's why I belong here.
I know it takes a little time.
I'm gonna try to lift you up.
I know it takes a little time.
I'm gonna try to lift you up.
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2. |
The Easy Come and Go
04:59
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This is who I am.
This is who I want to be—
a piece of mom, piece of dad,
put 'gether
trial and error.
This is all my time.
This is how I pass it by.
I figure out
stuff about
what it takes to make me me.
On a Friday day,
a fais do-do;
Saturday's so-so.
Cause it's easy come
easy come
easy come and go.
Sometimes I get so—um—
forgetful—
whatever I said before—I dunno—
you know what I mean.
I haven't called home in a while.
My solitude's sorta rude—
they're the ones who made me me.
Sometimes I get so indecisive;
I can't decide if I'm a grown man
or a little boy.
And I think I've got what's going round.
Easy up and down.
It's so easy.
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3. |
April Showers
03:34
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I have a seed
and some April showers.
I have a seed
and some April showers
and a sharp mind—
I'm never drunk nor high.
I want some weed
to help me rest, unwind,
and watch the sky.
When I'm upset,
I sing my scales.
It's my FU
to the alpha males.
Though Makers Mark
can make my friends get tight,
it never fails
that their mood's too dark
without a light.
Someone bring me brownies and champagne.
Cheers to April showers.
Here's to happy hours
listening to jazz on THC
just to cure what ails
it's my FU
to the alpha males,
If I just breathe
that air inside of me,
it's so serene—
there's a side of me I've never seen.
Everyone's in on the joke but me.
Everyone's in on the joke but me.
And I have no sense of time.
And I have no sense of time.
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4. |
The Town of Opportunity
04:08
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Well I wonder what philanthropy
the town of opportunity can do.
There's the architecture from the past
and acupuncture after yoga class.
There's my best friend Evan
and people of every style.
There's that magic in it—
music in it—
and I love to love my town.
I've got a secret passion—
one of a kind.
Between all my books and covers,
it is matter over mind.
I've got a best friend Evan.
I love him so.
I've got a best friend Evan and we put on a little show.
I've been taking liberties with ladies' sensitivities
a lot.
I quote my soliloquies from 'Sense and Sensibility'.
A latte or hot toddy.
A Hudson or Brooklyn girl.
I throw my time
out
the window of the world wide web
and see how far it flies.
There's that magic in it—
music in it—
and I love to love my town.
I've got a
secret passion—
one of a kind.
Between all my books and covers
it is matter over mind.
I've got a best friend Evan.
I love him so.
I've got a best friend Evan and I ain't ever let him go.
I've got a best friend Evan.
I've got a best friend Evan.
I've got a best friend Evan and we live in a little
town town town town town town town town town town town town town town town town town.
I'd like to be less selfish.
I'd like to be less selfish.
I'd like to. I'd like to. I'd like to.
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5. |
My Beautiful Boy
08:02
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A joy to live,
a joy to be
in your company—
in your company here
down on South 11th Street,
my brilliant boy.
Every Sunday, count our dimes,
buy the New York Times,
only read the Arts and
work more on your PhD
to NPR and BBC—
my beautiful,
my brilliant boy.
I wanna be in love forever.
I wanna stay in every night
talking to myself,
and you can listen if you want—
this is what I tell myself:
look alive.
I think a lot of my sugar plum.
My sugar plum yeah yeah yeah.
I think a lot of my sugar plum.
My sugar plum yeah yeah yeah.
My sugar plum.
Every day I'm thankful I'm:
- not in high school anymore
- meeting people I adore
- kicking habits I abhor
- getting groceries at the store
- dressed from last millennium's drawer
- making memories for my hit memoir
This is what I tell myself.
This is what I tell myself:
look alive.
I pull up the sheets
exposing my feets.
Sometimes it really scares me how fast my heart beats.
I hear "tick tock," I check the clock;
it's 4 a.m. but my heart won't stop,
so I tip tip toe toe across the floor
out of my sheets of silk to get a little milk.
My brain is singin' "Ding Dong the Witch is Dead,"
so I put some melatonin in my cerebellum.
I've got a big dream in front of me
I've got a big heart inside of me
I've got a big dream in front of me
I've got a big heart inside of me
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Life is very short,
and I have a little secret.
I
made it out of my own image.
All this drama, I'm given to it,
so I want to
give into it.
I've decided to tell you I love you.
I've decided to show you I love you.
When I walk out,
somebody's watching.
When I whisper,
somebody's listening.
As I love you, somebody loves you.
But I want you.
It's so hard
to find the right word and courage.
It's so hard
to think of us growing older
without loving.
Maybe it was before,
but now it's not enough,
and I wonder what could I
be so frightened of?
Is it living
and dying
or feeling
and crying?
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Guardian angels,
make the most of me.
Guardian angels,
make the most of me.
Show my strength.
Hide my weakness.
Don't let go
til everyone agrees
you've made something of me.
Every time
my mother prays
to Saint Francis
of Assisi
to make something of me,
I feel a little glow
cuz I know
that I've got
his attention.
I feel a little glow
cuz I know
how to give
my affection.
But I don't look so much to a
book of story heroes
granting wishes here and there
like magical miracles.
Because
I know
everything's divine.
I just
have to
look inside
you and me.
Every time
I chat with you
and we share something nice about our lives,
I feel so warm.
I feel so tender.
I feel a little glow
cuz I know that I've got your attention.
I feel a little glow
cuz I know that I've got your attention.
I
feel a little glow
cuz I've got
your attention.
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8. |
My Old Friends
02:42
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Some people’s faces give off a glow.
They’re in the know of some light.
A gentle presence can melt the snow
and make a brooding room bright.
Learn how to turn on
and be a light to lean on.
Learn how to turn on
and be a light to lean on—
thinking bout
my old friends.
I truly love humankind.
It’s easy to find a grace.
Whenever I see someone I love
I plant a kiss on their face.
Learn how to turn on
and be a light to lean on.
Learn how to turn on
and be a light to lean on—
thinking bout
my old friends.
With the right friend
I feel enlightened.
Memories fade but I still save them.
It’s all right and
don’t be frightened—
they still have what you once gave them.
Learn how to turn on
and be a light to lean on.
Learn how to turn on light.
My old friends.
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Stephen Bluhm Hudson, New York
New orchestral pop album coming April 19!
A synth and orchestra chameleon. Instantly lovable songs
combining a myriad of styles.
"Seemingly born to command a stage"
At the Bell House in Brooklyn: tinyurl.com/492jevxr
At Club Helsinki in Hudson, New York:
tinyurl.com/46sn4xjm
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