"LIKE AN OLD SONG"
M. Cvetanovich - c May, 2006

In my mind, your voice spoke to me,
like a soft whisper across a raging sea.
Yet, as I stood and listened, heard that old wind blow,
it played against my heart so soft & low.

A tune so dark - and as old as time,
about those sweet things we got to leave behind.
It sang so true, thought I heard it all before.
But you just can't admit it - until you're miles away from shore.

It's like an old song waiting to be written.
Like an old song waiting to be sung…
Like an old song waiting to be written,
Like an old song waiting to be sung …

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I turned to look, nothing could I see,
empty space staring back at me.
The Clouds, the Winds
The Waves, The Deep.
The wild power of the Sea
alone, asleep.

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In my time of dying, I'll probably think of you.
When a mind gets to wandering, there ain't nothing you can do.
I can only watch the pictures as the Time it moves on slow.
But, I'd rather hear the music when I've got no place to go.

You can hear it in the wind, through the rustling of the leaves,
Or, when a child's at play, doing what they please.
A sound so soft can put your mind at ease,
Other times, you hear it … it can bring you to your knees.

Like an old song waiting to be written
Like an old song waiting to be sung…
Like an old song waiting to be written,
Like an old song waiting to be sung…

Like an old song waiting to be sung…for you.

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Blackstrap Molasses
By Michael Cvetanovich c2005

When I was…just a mere Lad,
I’d climb up in the cupboard to see what momma had.
I’d try to find the stuff with the sweetest style;
White powered sugar always brought me a smile.
Now, if I got caught she’d end my fun real fast.
But those things in momma’s cupboard,
I could reach at last.

So, I held a confection election, … and voted only for me.
A bag of brown sugar was my only plea.
I stuck my finger in the sprinkles for those X-MAS trees,
of the cutout cookies from our yearly deeds.
Then I tried something…thought it make me glad.
It was a dark black syrup that tasted oh so bad. It was…

Molasses, Molasses.
Blackstrap Molasses in an old fruit jar.
Molasses, Molasses.
Blackstrap Molasses in an old fruit jar.

Don’t even bother to ask me why,
Some people put it in their pastries, and put it in their pies.
How something so bad, could taste so good.
If it were up to me, I don’t think I would.
So, if you ask me over for dinner, don’t tell me your tips.
‘cause, if there’s Blackstrap Molasses,
it won’t pass my lips.

CHORUS

Now, when I came home 35 years late.
All momma wanted to know was what I ate.
She said, "You looked too skinny son,"
And handed me a plate.
When I saw what was on it, my knees began to quake.
So, I ran to her cupboard, opened up the door,
And saw that same jar of molasses
From those years before!

Molasses, Molasses.
Blackstrap Molasses in an old fruit jar.
Molasses, Molasses.
Blackstrap Molasses in an old fruit jar.

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Heart Beat In ¾ Time
By Michael Cvetanovich c2004

I saw you walk in
From across the room.
You were wearing that dress
When I first met you.
How I wished
I could dance with you.
Started thinking those thoughts
I ought not to.

(chorus) 'Cause every time I see you
I wish you were mine,
We'd dance a slow dance,
& whisper sweet rhymes.
Like two lovers entwined,
I wish you were mine.
You make my
Heart beat in ¾ time.

Later that night
The moon sat just right
I saw you holding his hand,
You were holding it tight.
For he spun you around
Like a flower he'd found.
I just stood in the corner,
And did not make a sound.

(chorus)

At the end of night
With the stars shinning bright.
I took one last look
Before you left my sight.
But I turned away,
When I heard him say,
"I love you," as he
Kissed you goodnight.

(chorus) 2X

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Off In The Distance
By Michael Cvetanovich c2002

I don't know, where should we go from here?
You know we've been down this road before,
And I hate to say it
But, we both seem to play it...
Those ruinous games that try upon our souls.

(chorus) And off in the distance
I hear that old chapel bell sing,
It reminds me of when we put on those rings.
And just then...you ask me, "what will tomorrow bring?"
How could I know?
We can't see ourselves grow,
But how could we ever stay the same.

We've worked so hard to come this far,
But where have we really come at all?
Cause things seem the same
Only rearranged,
And we wake up and do it over again.

(chorus)

But they're just questions
Endless questions
About what it means to last.
I just want you to know
That I will always love you,
And when all things come to pass...
Then we'll know, yeah then we'll know
as we both grow old and fade away.

Off in the distance, I hear that old chapel bell ring.

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Song For Erin
By Michael Cvetanovich c2000

There's no time like the present
To give yourself away.
And there's no reason, to worry about perfection.
'cause it was right there from the start.

You got what it takes.
You got what it takes.
Create a new reality.

There's no kind, like "The Lovers"
Who will live through all of time.
So, there's no reason, to worry about rejection,
…from those who don't understand.

You got what it takes.
You got what it takes.
Create a new reality.

And, if you look into the future,
You'll see a path well worn.
I hope you find in consolation
That it was started by you!

You got what it takes.
You got what it takes.
Create a new reality.

Yes, there's no time like the present
To give your love away.
There's no reason, to worry about perfection.
'cause it's right there in your heart.

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