LET IT BREATHE

let it breathe, let it go

is there anything left to know?

fighting the flow

let it all go…

let it breathe, let it move

in the tides or with the moon

feeling the flow?

let it all go…

how much is enough to get me thru?  

how long can I wait to get to you?

let it breathe, let it grow

who’s down with movin’ slow

we ebb and flow

we touch and go…

how long can I wait to get to you?

how close will be close enough to you? 

>>>>interlude<<<<<

let it breathe, let it be

as we learn to believe

a brighter day

a softer way

I have run too long to give in to  

the 3 am alarm that we pulled through

let it breathe, let it go

is there anything left to know?

©hank barbee 2010

CAN WE GO AWAY?

can we go away just me and you?

can we run away in the night?

trade in our troubles for a different view

leave the worldly worries behind

 

lets take a ride just me and you

where the road never holds us in time

maybe a rock is harder to roll

with one chance to give your goodbye
 

can we go away just me and you?

can we run away in the night?

trade in our troubles for a different view

leave the worldly worries behind

 

let’s hop a freight to the end of the line 

with the hobos, the bums, and the freaks

this time I may, this time I might

find a place where these old bones can sleep
 

can we go away just me and you?

can we run away in the night?

trade in our troubles for a different view

leave the worldly worries behind

leave the worldly worries behind

 

can we sail away to the end of the earth

to the other side of the moon

where a warm wind blows across lazy eyes

can we sail away, me and you?

can we go away, me and you?


© 2012 hank barbee, liz hargett

OUR TIME

maybe its not the time that we dreamed of

maybe its not the time that we want

maybe its not the time that we think that we need

but this is our time

our time

 

there was a time of civil wars and dark ages

this is the time of tv shows and webpages

now is the time to work for our future, unseen

this is our time, our time

our time, our time

 

these are the worst of times with the best of plans

here are the photographs of a long lost romance

those are the things we thought we wanted so badly

in our time, our time

our time, our time

this is our time, our time

this is our time, our time


©hankbarbee 4.7.2012

FALL

come to me my queen

leave your blues in the night

waste out this room on love and light

as we fall in the quiet between

 

descend your wishing tree  

new to the sound and sight 

finding the glare too much, but it’s right

if you draw in closer to me

 

how were we not gonna fall?

tell me how were we not gonna see? 

the answer, so plainly drawn

that you are what I need

 

sit close, out of sight

forever, you’ve laid on my mind

sweet to touch, I am burning and blind

singing out to your cues of delight

 

old trust, frozen in kind

a pickup that never would leave

connecting the dots with complicity

soul to soul this is our only crime

 

how were we not gonna fall?

tell me how were we not gonna see? 

the answer, so plainly drawn

that you are what I need

 

climb off your starry ride

spin on a wind and a wheel

stepping away, she is stunning and real

left alone with the stone inside 

 

how were we not gonna fall?

tell me how were we not gonna see? 

the answer, so plainly drawn

that you are all I need

 

how were we not gonna fall?

tell me, how were we not gonna see? 

the answer, so plainly drawn

that you are what I need
 

© HB.11.25.11

BANJOLINA

Moving like an angel dream

Dance across the evening scene

Banjolina

 

Auburn hair and eyes of blue 

The kind a boy can lose to

Banjolina 

 

If I could make you smile

Or make you see

Get down on my bended knee

Beg for you to be my queen

I would be your king

I would give you everything 

 

Hold my heart and hear it beat

Pluck it like an unwound string

my Banjolina

 

Twangy voice a lullaby

Candy apple lips on fire

Banjolina 

 

If I could make you smile

Or make you see

Get down on my bended knee

Beg of you to be my queen

I would be your king

I would give you everything 

 

a starry night that captivates

a freedom like the ocean tastes

Banjolina 

 

© hank barbee 12.30.2013

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