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Undone
words by David Vanderpoel, music by sundays child.

when by now and tree by leaf - she laughed in his joy, she cried in his grief - yours is mine, mine is done - set aloft we are fingers and thumbs

come undone

little by little and was by was - the sorry stars fall by us - bird by song and stir by still - rush up to greet you, and take a spill - come undone - the wonders, the flowers, goodbye columbus - i'm undone

Red Flags *
words and music by Rhythm of Life

what has happened to the chemistry between you and me - how do we keep this love alive - what has happened to the tenderness where there used to be a gentleness there - now everything's so heavy, like bricks on our backs - and baby, like a shot falling from an airplane, i think i've seen the red flags

and there has been some motion, but i'm not ashamed to say - it's a spiritual thing when you're one - you can't deny the hunger, but you can't ignore the truth - i don't want to learn about loss like that - and baby like a shot, butterflies can kill you - i think i've seen the red flags - and baby it's a lot - the undefined reactions - i think i've seen the red flags

and when you find your love is true, you find a sacrifice - you know that we can work it out - you know that we can work it through - and baby like a shot, sometimes a kiss is everything - i think i see the red flags - and baby it's a lot - the undefined reactions - i think i've seen the red flags - and baby like a shot, sometimes a touch is what you need

i think i've seen the red flags

Cramp t
words by Hurst Peacock and David Vanderpoel, music by sundays child. a few lines stolen outright from t.s. elliot

they planted digger the graveyard boss on a friday in june - i grow old - i shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled you mention the saviour - i brush the side of your apron - i grow old - i shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled i have measured out my life in paper plates and coffee stirrers, marriage sequels, gingivitis, alka-seltzer and idle words there's a rhythm inherent in barefoot children - there's time allotted in jackson for a smoke - there's an awful lot of narration in the background - there's almost enough here for a rope

Now Then
words by David Vanderpoel, music by sundays child

well the plane touched down on highway 91, over everything, and anything, and no one - held a pair of bullets, rolled the cats eyes - the strip was exactly as advertised - now then, you've got a little problem - and this time ...

spun into minsky's sky bar for a wink - "with the best of burlesque and cheap drinks" - you know, the big room - it ain't exactly what it used to be - but they'll let you stay there just as long as you can keep it green - keep it green - and now then, you got a little problem - and this time, i don't think i can solve them.

i remember the way that buster keaton shivered when the house came down - you and i beg to be delivered

Grace Whispering
words and music by sundays child

come on home, little angel, come home - can you hear me?

The Story of Victor Silas So Far
words by David Vanderpoel, music by sundays child.
words and melody imcriminatingly similar to David Baerwald's "All for You."

victor silas left for vegas from a quiet southern town, where the men were named like men, had a child, and settled down - took his jet across the country, built a palace of his own - came home late every morning just to stand there all alone - he'd say, "can you hear me? say you do. can you see me? i been looking for you."

one night in minsky's bar he met a ragged army man with mossy, murky eyes and tumbling high stakes hands - while victor silas slept, there crept the shadow of a vet on the door as victor silas fell yet deeper into debt - the man said, "can you see me? say you do. can you hear me? i've been looking for you."

victor silas met a girl who said, "you're fighting much too hard" - nobody saw the guardrail, nobody saw the falling car - when victor silas woke up, soaking wet inside his bed, a VA nurse came down and pronounced him not quite dead - victor said, "do you love me? say you do. and do you love me? i've been looking for you."

Grace
words by David Vanderpoel, music by sundays child
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grace is back in town - grace is all around - grace is, grace is, grace is resurrection

grace says i could collapse here - grace says i have followed fear - grace says, grace says, grace says resurrection here

grace is sweet storm clouds - grace is blushing in her blouse - grace is, grace is, grace is - grace says the river's gonna rise - grace says no more lullabies - grace says, grace says, grace says she can fly.

resurrection

Mercy Fall Down
words by David Vanderpoel, music by sundays child

anyway, the days of my youth are gone, gone - yesterday, i went down, down - to the river and baptized my soul

anyway, it's just me saying i like the way she wears her hat - it's just me, saying she is amber with a green bag - mercy come down

it's today, let's leave these stupid, stupid words - it's today, let's ride downtown and watch mercy come down

see the tears on my face - falling down - falling down on my face - falling down - jesus, would you let me just walk away - i'd walk away

Coming Home
words by David Vanderpoel, music by sundays child
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when i return, will i see you paper plain and tall - if you inquire from the shoulders of giants - if i say nothing at all, would you forgive me?

the things i fear have become my gods - torn apart and ready to fail - when all you've got is a hammer, babe, everything else is a nail - could you forgive me?

can you see me through the rubble? - can you help me lay it down? - and now you've lost another three minutes to these crazy dying sounds, would you forgive me?

Such a Sight
words Horatio G. Spafford, music by sundays child

when peace like a river attendeth my way - when sorrows like deep billows roll - whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say, "it is well with my soul." - it is well with my soul


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