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Walk On
03:17
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I wonder where this dusty road will lead.
Do you know you’ve got the world at your feet?
Just walk on.
I’ll teach you to tie the laces of your shoes,
Fold your collar down, walk you to school.
I’ll show you how to dream.
When you stumble, even if you fall, pick yourself back up stand tall.
Don’t let your shadow block your view.
Despite the wind upon your cheeks,
Don’t turn back, don’t blink!
No, just walk on.
Though their words try to cut like knives, you’re beautiful.
Don’t give into their lies. Hold your head up high.
Oh child, keep your eyes on the sky!
When you stumble, even if you fall pick yourself back up stand tall.
Your shadow will remain two steps behind as your doubts fade.
Let them fade away.
I wonder where this dusty road will lead.
Oh you’ve got the world at your feet.
Just walk on, on.
Just walk on, on.
Just walk on, on.
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2. |
Merci Bien
04:11
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In the shadows of the corner your hands found mine.
Your eyes, they told me “You’re mine for tonight.”
With a smile you promised “après le deuxième.”
We both knew we’d never meet again.
“Viens” you said, “Viens avec moi,”
As we followed the winding path under the lights.
Just a few words you whispered leaning towards me.
So quiet and shy, kept me wondering:
“Was this just part of the game you played?
Set. Pause, or is it first to engage?”
“Viens” you said, “Viens avec moi,”
With each step further that we walked. Oh, we didn’t look back.
Against the wall you spoke to me, took my face in your hands so gently
Oh those words you said, they play over and again in my head, and…
Against the wall you spoke to me, took my face in your hands so gently
I tried to pretend that this night would never end, oh but then
You walked away just as fast as you came, early on that Sunday.
You asked me to write and I said, “OK,” but I knew, Oh we both knew “Plus jamais.”
In the shadows of the corner your hands found mine.
Your eyes, they told me “You’re mine for tonight.”
With a smile I whispered, “Merci bien.”
I knew, we both knew, oh we both knew
We’d never meet again, no no no.
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French words:
1) "après le deuxième": after the second one
2) "viens, viens avec moi": come, come with me
3) "plus jamais": never again
4) "merci bien": thank you very much
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3. |
Grand Street
04:15
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Don’t hide your eyes
Please steal another glance.
This might be our last chance before those sliding doors beckon you.
Our eyes meet, I blush and look away
And pretend to read the words on my page,
As your eyes linger.
I wanna be lost in the labyrinth of those blue eyes,
No need to be found.
Don’t put a ransom on my name. I need no rescuing tonight.
Her voice, her interruption-
An unwarranted abduction.
Suddenly, you’re gone.
And two words are all I hear
As they, they echo in my ears,
Her voice lingers.
“Grand Street” the mosaic reads
“Grand Street,” it’s not so grand to me, no no.
All I need is to drown in the ocean of your gaze.
Let’s escape, let’s escape to the maze.
To be lost in the labyrinth of those blue eyes,
No need to be found.
Don’t put a ransom on my name.
I need no rescuing tonight, no
I need no rescuing tonight.
“Grand Street” the mosaic reads
“Grand Street,” it’s not so grand, not so grand.
Don’t hide your eyes, no. Don’t hide your eyes.
Don’t hide your eyes, please steal another glance.
That was our last chance.
My heart lingers.
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4. |
Crossing the River
04:38
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A thirst for change, desiring to be free
Crossing this river will lead me to my liberty
My brothers and my sisters, could your lives be like my own?
It’s worth finding out across this river into the unknown.
What if I decide to go, desert my country, betray all I’ve known to live shackle-free?
I know our clothes are different and our lives are not the same, but one day,
One day soon that will change.
Oh change!
A thirst for change, desiring to be free
Across this river, I can dance in my liberty
My brothers and sisters, our lives will be the same
Oh, across this river, it’s time for change. You’re gonna know my name.
The sun is shining down, warming up my face
And I can’t turn back, no not even to see the shadow left in my place
One last look, the last picture in my head:
My country starving for liberty, filled with walking dead.
One last look.
A thirst for change, desiring to be free
Across this river, oh I can dance in my liberty
The sun is shining down warming up my face
With my brothers and my sisters I will dance because of His Grace.
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5. |
'Til Then
04:35
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I’ll always remember the lullabies you sang to me as I fought off sleep.
When you didn’t know the words, you’d just hum along.
Oh, what beautiful songs.
I’ll hold onto these memories and keep smiling
‘Cause I know you’ll always be with me.
“’Til then” is all I’ll say for I know this isn’t “Goodbye”.
We’ve had so many days but time never seems enough;
It always slips away from us.
And so I’ll hold on to our memories of yesterday
And keep smiling despite the rain.
I know wherever I go you’ll be with me.
I know wherever I go you’ll be.
Forever I’ll remember those last words you saved for me.
“’Til then” is all I’ll say. I know this isn’t “Goodbye”.
I’ll sing you, I’ll sing you lullabies
‘Til we meet again at the gates of Heaven.
Daddy, I promise to hold onto the memories.
And, when I’m missing you I’ll close my eyes
And hum along with lullabies.
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Elizabeth Moreau Kallop New York, New York
Elizabeth Kallop is a Brooklyn-based singer/songwriter who tells her stories through weaving together her words with lively piano playing - and on occasion, acoustic guitar - from lullabies to belting ballads. When not at the piano bench, Elizabeth can usually be found on the dance floor! ... more
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