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A bird's advice
05:14
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Look up to me, in the sky I'm flying free
flapping my wings, with my family
we do not reap we do not sow
but even baby ravens know
that God provides everything we need...
...to eat.
So why do you worry about what shall you eat
I'm just a bird and you were to his image made...
Oh-oh, you little faith
why can't you rest in his embrace?
Oh-oh, you little faith
why can't you rest, rest, in his embrace.
Consider too, the lilies in the field
better dressed than any king or queen
they do not labor they do not spin
yet every spring, God clothes the grass
with beautiful gawns.
So why do you worry about what shall you wear
it's just a lily and you were to his image made...
Oh-oh, you little faith
why can't you rest in his embrace?
Oh-oh, you little faith
why can't you rest, rest, in his embrace.
Fly and fly, leave worry behind
fly and fy, this is a bird's advice
fly and fly, seek his kingdom first
and all these things will be given in the way
and all these things will be given you aswell.
So why do you worry about what will come next?
I'm just a bird and you were to his image made
why do you worry about what will come next?
if i'm just a bird, if i'm just a bird, i'm just a bird and you were to his image made...
Oh-oh, you little faith
why can't you rest in his embrace?
Oh-oh, you little faith
why can't you rest, rest, in his embrace.
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Hans
04:31
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Er ist Hans, holds a coffee in his hands
wears brown shoes, glasses, black tie with dots, that are white
he always seats in the same arm chair of the same cafe
i met him one day... and i said:
We are two strangers in a cafe
what a funny coincidence
i didn't know you, you didnt' know me
but that will never be the same
Hans is old, seventy-nine years old
he still loves the wife he lost thirteen years ago
there's a brown case right next to his feet
contains a violin he says: " i play since i was a kid"
Oh, just like me
We are two strangers in a cafe
what a funny coincidence
i didn't know you, you didnt' know me
but that will never be the same
why don't you tell me your story?
you could be one of my songs
Outside it's cold and I've got time
my coffee will be warm a while
Young and proud solos played in the philarmonic
round the world but now he's old he just plays in the streets
"Oh I miss those days but they replaced old men
with young boys they do not know the older the violin better the sound"
I wrote that down
We are two strangers in a cafe
what a funny coincidence
i didn't know you, you didnt' know me
but that will never be the same
why don't you tell me your story?
you could be one of my songs
Outside it's cold and I've got time
my coffee will be warm a while
And i don't know cannot say how
but when i say goodbye to Hans
I had his violin, in my hands
Hans violin in my hands
felt like Christmas, though was not
but still a present of God...
We were two strangers in a cafe
i'm so happy we have met
i didn't know you, you didnt' know me
but that will never be the same
cuz every time that i play, i will remember your name
every time that i play i will remember your face
every time that i play I will remember...
...this funny coincidence in this
cafe where Hans holds a coffee in his hands...
...Hans.
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I'm sorry bees
03:48
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Sweeter than honey are your words
sweeter than the honey from the honey comb
bees would be so jealous if they Knew
you wrote them purposely for me...
//SO HIGH, SWEET, DEEP AND WIDE,
ITS HARD TO UNDERSTAND
BUT MAKES ME HAPPY ALL THE TIME//
Deeper than the ocean is your love
deeper than the deepest deepest sea
fish would be so jealous if they knew
//SO HIGH, SWEET, DEEP AND WIDE,
ITS HARD TO UNDERSTAND
BUT MAKES ME HAPPY ALL THE TIME//
Higher than the mountains is your grace
higher than the highest everest
birds would be so jealous if they knew
they could never fly above the peak...
//SO HIGH, SWEET, DEEP AND WIDE,
ITS HARD TO UNDERSTAND
BUT MAKES ME HAPPY ALL THE TIME//
I'm sorry fish, i'm sorry birds
i'm sorry to the bees...
...but I'm his masterpiece.
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Elliott
03:40
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Bright green eyes
Two teeth missing in his smile
Always wears, his orange globes
And his long and warm brown coat
Music makes with a bucket, stick and rope
While a cigarette he smokes
Close your eyes and you will hear a funny contrabass
Than when he plays, stops people in the streets
Who put some coins in the case at his feet
And who take photographs and videos
With their cameras and phones.
Dear Elliott, wherever you go
Please know, you can always go back home.
Il parle francais trois bien mesier
Par-ce que he grew up there
But he runaway from France with his bucket and his bike
‘i want to be free’ he says, dont belong to anything
Hit the road, travel the world, just be myself and me.
Dear Elliott, wherever you go
Please know, you can always go back home.
//If in all this runaway you lose your way, I hope
That you can hear this song someday, so I can remind you again//
Dear Elliott, wherever you go
Please know, you can always go back home.
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Wasteland Pines
05:22
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Goodbye
03:16
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Goodbye, is not just a word
because, it means much more
it means you won't see eachother anymore
and only God knows, only God, when you will say hello.
Hello, is not just a word
because it means much more
it means you can see eachother once again
and only God knows, only God, when you will say goodbye
And it hurts, and it's sad
breaks my heart, but it's time to say
Goodbye... goodbye, bye, bye, bye...
Goodbye, can be just for now
we may, meet again if there are crossroads in the way
but it can also, be forevermore
cuz only God knows, only God, when we will say hello
And it hurts, and it's sad
breaks my heart, but it's time to say
Goodbye... goodbye, bye, bye, bye...
and only God knows, only God, when you will say hello
and goodbye.
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Keila Olmo Barcelona, Spain
“The second Keila begins playing a song, whether it be in a small café or a church, the whole atmosphere changes. Her cheerful, light-hearted music brings instant smiles and makes you want to hear more & more of it!''. Both music and art are part of the spanish songwriter's life. Her inspiration? people, love, travels, God, cafes, you. Everything ends up in a song, a violin melody, a drawing... ... more
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