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Happiness
03:26
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I love you more than
You’ll ever know
I know how you feel when
You’re all alone
I am here
And you are fine
I’ll be here
If you don’t mind
Happiness
I can tell how
Hard you are trying
Everybody in this world knows a darkness
Can you feel the sun
Shine on your shoulders
I am here
And you are fine
I’ll be here
If you don’t mind
I’ll be here
Happiness
Sometimes there's just
No good reason
Just a feeling
Or belief
But if it’s light in
Your own lantern
May it guide you through
The darkness of grief
I never meant to
Leave you so soon
We’ll meet again ‘neath
The Harvest Moon
Whatever you need
Whatever you’ve done
Forgive yourself
Step out into the sun
I am here
And you are fine
I’ll be here
If you don’t mind
I’ll be here
Happiness
Happiness
Happiness
Happiness
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2. |
Love Always, RFK
03:57
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Once I was a sailor
Just an old man and the sea
I fought off a few demons
Till I could rest my head and dream
Once I was a writer
Longing for the naked truth
I’d known of kinder brothers
Far beyond the crooked roof
I learn more and more
About myself each day
I have never loved goodbyes anyway
We turn, turn, turn
The pages every day
Of a never-ending story
Love always, RFK
Once I was a soldier
And a lover just before
The bombshells left me dreaming
And a prisoner of war
Love Always
Love Always
Love Always
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3. |
Glow
03:26
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You were loved, I can tell
From the way they speak your name
And seem to know you well
So loved, So farewell
Everything will change except the stories that we tell
All your stories that we tell
Let us glow in the darkest days
Whenever we want to
We know we are the spark it’s
All that’s left to do
Remember you
And the way that you loved me too
You were loved, Remember when
She plays for us the world’s saddest violin
So loved , So missed
The void left in this world reminds us all of this
There’s an edge to heartfelt goodness
I remember loving you
And the way that you love me too…
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4. |
My Father's Guitar
04:23
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The wood is hard The wood is old
Stories told of a magic dragon
And a heart of gold
For my brother, my sisters and me
For as long as we
Can remember
And long, long before, my father’s guitar
We’d follow him to church
Through the broken mornings
Mom siting in the front row
Making sure we smiled while we sing
But I never smiled in my Sunday clothes
Still the notes and chords,
Rocking hymns
And how proud
Playing this old Guild of his, my father’s guitar
In a little northern town
Just outside the world
Backpack full of notes and poems
On Sugar Mountain humming words
Cause I never took to college or the books
I walked the woods, just to listen
For a song waiting to be written
On my father’s guitar
The worn out bar songs
Have worn down these frets
Worn down by all the nights, cigarette smoke, beer and sweat
Still I get high off the music, off the crowd
Then I come down
The working days get long
I’m growing harder and older in the bars
With my father’s guitar
This Wood is hard
This wood is old
And I tells stories of you father
and your heart of gold
For family, my daughters and my wife....in my life
The notes and chords
I have lived and I have played
On our guitar
On my guitar
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5. |
The Windmill
03:20
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These dark days I wear a blank disguise
But it all still hurts like hell
With all the rain and tears I’ve cried
It’s no trouble to fill up the well
But what’s the use in an old broken windmill
That no longer frees water from the ground
I feel everything
But no longer sing
Even when the wind comes around
My glory days are somewhere framed
In a black and white photograph
There are fragments of me
Buried so deeply
And the seasons sing my epitaph
So what good is an old faded photograph
Our lives framed in shadows and lines
I can’t break through the frame to you
Even with my hot hands on the glass
I feel everything but no longer sing
Even when the wind comes around
I have loved a string of scattered things
Odds and ends that won’t reform
Around the yard lie broken wings
Of a wheel that just helps me mourn
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6. |
Unbecoming
03:10
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I will revel in the darkness
Unbecoming of me
I will revel in the darkness
Unbecoming of the old me
As long as nobody
Who knows me can see
I will revel in the darkness
Unbecoming of me
It is always the night
Of my last cigarette
It is always the morning
Of my very last regret
I long to be sober
But I ain’t ready just jet
It’s always the night
Of my last cigarette
As long as nobody
Who know me can see
I will revel in the darkness
Unbecoming of me
I will revel in the darkness
Unbecoming of me
I will revel in the darkness
Unbecoming of me
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7. |
A Simple Song
03:30
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It’s hard to know
When to free a bird
The freest birds
Are still longing to be heard
It’s hard to say
What is even wrong
It’s ok to be ok
And sing a simple song
When it don’t come easily
Especially when it don’t come easily
Woooo There’s more than enough time
Woooo
Woooo So say what’s on your mind
Woooo
Don’t waste it waiting on the chimes
Been a long time
Since I kept my word
With all that’s happened
I feel a bit obscure
It’s hard to say
Where the love has gone
It’s ok to be ok
And sing a simple song
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8. |
Healing Bridges
03:41
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From my healing bridge
It is painfully clear
More beauty and light
Has vanished from here
I miss the sound
Of your voice the most
Your records and words
Feel like relics and ghosts
My healing bridge
The delicate arch
Each stepping stone
Onto the other side
We walk in the sun
Till the end of my dreams
Through the Badlands together and the Glaciers forever
Above a Rocky Mountain Stream
My healing bridge
From the head to the heart
Either carries the weight
Or washes away in the landslide
I cry, I cry, I cry
It’s alright to cry
Peace flows like a river
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Brian Koenigsknecht Kalamazoo, Michigan
Brian Koenigknecht is a Michigan treasure, that rare breed of singer-songwriter who can make you feel every human emotion – every tear, every smile – so intensely that you feel he’s written his songs about you. – John Sinkevics, LocalSpins.com
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