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Will The Storm Be Over?

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Will the storm be over?
When will the storm be over?

Looking out a dirty window
Watching as the clouds roll in
Blinded by a flash of lightning
Deafened by your thundering
Wondering if the world outside is
Angry as the world within
Hoping that the world we live in
Sees a brighter day begin

Will the storm be over?
When will the storm be over?

And I’m looking at the broken branches
Wondering should I take my chances
Turning heads and sideways glances
Do I stand a chance?

Will the storm be over?
When will the storm be over?

Picking up the morning paper
Pages full of hurt and pain
Horoscope says “better days” but
Weather page says “chance of rain”

Will the storm be over?
When will the storm be over?

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Won’t Be Long

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One day I won’t be my mother’s baby.
“Won’t be long,” she said. “Won’t be long.”
One day I might be a grownup, maybe.
“Won’t be long,” she said. “Won’t be long.”
Maybe I will go to Paris and raise a kid.
Maybe I will love somebody the way that she did.
The way she loves me now.

One day I will tend my mother’s garden.
“Won’t be long,” she said. “Won’t be long.”
And take my children out into the flowers.
“Won’t be long,” she said. “Won’t be long.”
“The cats will play outside all day.
The kids will run me ragged.
But then they’ll go to bed.”
That’s what she said.

How long will we have to be together?
“Won’t be long,” she said. “Won’t be long.”
How long will it be until forever?
“Won’t be long,” she said. “Won’t be long.”

When will we see each other again?

“Won’t be long,” she said.
“Won’t be long.”

Addendum:

This was written for my mom, the day after she died in 2003.
I played it at her funeral.

Here’s the obituary:

Of Mansfield formerly of Hyde Park, Randolph and New Hampshire March 25, 2003. Beloved wife of Joseph S. Tedeschi Sr. Devoted mother of Joseph S. Tedeschi Jr. of Mansfield, Paul C. Tedeschi of Brooklyn, Conn. and Elizabeth A. Mohan and Lisa J. Cohen both of Norton. Dear sister of Frances Grube of Lempster, New Hampshire, Alice Needre and Evelyn Sweeney both of Raynham and the late Alfred Krastin and Mildred Laiweneek. Also survived by her loving 8 grandchildren and many nieces and nephews. Funeral from The Sherman & Jackson Funeral Home, 55 North Main St. MANSFIELD, on Saturday March 29th at 8:00 A.M. followed by a Mass of Christian Burial celebrated at 9:00 A.M. in St. Mary’s Church, 330 Pratt St. (Route 106 ) Mansfield. Relatives and friends are cordially invited to attend. Visiting hours Friday from 5-8 P.M. Burial will be in Getsemane Cemetery, West Roxbury.

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I’m A Humble Raindrop

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I don’t want to see through your eyes / I want to get behind / And swim to your source / Flow with your river / And melt in your ocean / I know someday you’ll see my world / Wrapped all around yours / On the edge of your ripples / Silent but steady / I’ll be your echo heartbeat / Whenever you’re ready / You’re too busy to notice me / But I’m in every space / And in every breath / Don’t you worry / No need to hurry / Rise / One day you’ll rise to find / That’s there’s more to know / Than what you can see / More than science / More than nothing / More than rain / More than rainbows / Hallelujah / I’m a humble rain drop / A gift to your ocean / I have seen the world through your eyes / It’s time to get behind / And swim to your source / Flow with your river / And melt in your ocean / Hallelujah / I’m a humble rain drop / A gift to your ocean / by Paul C Tedeschi

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Monkey Music

I take requests.


I take requests.

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The Tree Sees
What The Sea Knows

The Tree Sees

The tree sees what the sea knows
The birds sing as the breeze blows
The fish swim when the stream flows
And I just want to get home

Outside a feeling
A road that leads where no one goes
Got me believing
That I should take it slow and

Don’t think about it
Don’t think about it
Don’t think at all

Don’t try to change it
Don’t try to change it
Change doesn’t need your help

The seas rise and the trees grow
The leaves fall and the seeds sow
We live and die, but what do we know?
We all just want to get home

Looks are deceiving
And labels never tell
Signs worth believing
Lie deeper down the well

Don’t think about it
Don’t think about it
Don’t think at all

Don’t try to change it
Don’t try to change it
Change doesn’t need your help

The tree sees what the sea knows
The parasuits in the nice clothes
Can’t stop the sun
So steady as she goes
We’re all gonna get home

The tree sees what the sea knows

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Stripped Down
and Searching

Stripped Down


My chance has come again
A rush of wind that’s blowing
A clear November in
A place that I’ve been without knowing
The bare trees above me
They don’t have a thing to hide
They may have lost all their leaves
But they still have their pride
And somehow I found mine
Stripped down and searching
Stripped down and searching
The more that you give away
The less you have to lose
Your life isn’t what you make
It’s what you choose
Not Madison Avenue
Stripped down
Stripped down
Stripped down
And searching
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Monkey Drummer

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My Book of Matches

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You give me life when I strike you
You give me heat when I light you
We’re dangerous, my book of matches
Together we burn
We’re careless and compulsive fools
Pour gasoline on our wounds
Incendiary words ignite
Another fight
It’s you I love
The passion fills me
It’s you I hate
The jealousy kills me
We’re dangerous
My book of matches
When will we learn
We’re fearless and forgetful fools
Pour gasoline on our wounds
Incendiary worlds ignite
Another fight
Underneath the fire
We’re all the same
Matches
Enjoy the flame
Ashes
Start again
I give you life when I strike you
I give you heat when I light you
So dangerous
Living in a book of matches
Underneath the fire
We’re all the same
Matches
Enjoy the flame
Ashes
Start again
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On The Beach

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Here on the beach on the edge of the sea / I disappear into you into me / Four eyes / I’m watching you watching me / Here on the beach on the edge of the sea / No land just drifting and shifting sand / Can’t see me watching you watching me / Hear me and feel forever / me watching you watching me / Hear my song in the waves / Baby you can bring me to another key / Your siren softly singing / fancy like that I like that / You are my undertow / a strange melody / by Paul C Tedeschi

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Breathe It Out

I was lost in the forest
I was lost at sea
I was lost in my own mind
Trying to break free
Knew I wasn’t who I was
Or who I’m supposed to be
Just a voice in a head
Who looks a lot like me
(sayin’)
Breathe it out
Breathe it in
Release that doubt
Breathe it out
Breathe it in
Release that doubt
Eleven mystics and a moron
On the edge of being
Drawn together in space
Silent seeing
The circle is strong
The daughters of the ray
The mothers of the monkey
Turned away (sayin’)
Breathe it out
Breathe it in
Release that doubt
Breathe it out
Breathe it in
Release that doubt
Gotta let go of something
And get back to nothing
Cause nothing’s what you need
Someone told you something
You believed it once
But now it’s gotta leave
You need not know
Just let it go
You need not know
Gotta let go of something
To grab hold of more
Lock the monkey in the minivan
Clawing at the door
You know this is the truth
You want to believe
Fantasy is real
Just harder to conceive
Breathe it out
Breathe it in
Release that doubt
Breathe it out
Breathe it in
Release that doubt

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