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Women Be Wise
04:35
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Women Be Wise, keep your mouth shut.
Don't advertise your man.
Don't you sit around, holding no conversation,
Explaining what that good man can really do.
'Cause there's women out there; they ain't no good.
They'll laugh in your face, and then steal that man from you.
Women Be Wise, keep your mouth shut.
Don't advertise your man.
You know your best girlfriend, she might be a high brow.
Don't you know she's changing her clothes
three times a day.
Well, what do you think she's doing now,
while you're so far away.
I believe she's loving your man in your own damn bed.
You better call the doctor, honey, and investigate your head.
Women Be Wise, keep your mouth shut.
Don't advertise your man.
There you go again, telling me all your secrets
About what that good can really do.
You talk about your baby, tell me he's so fine.
I just might sneak up behind you, try to make him mine.
Women Be Wise, keep your mouth shut.
Don't advertise your man. Don't be no fool.
Don't advertise your man.
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Alice in Wonderland
04:01
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Alice in Wonderland, how do we get to wonderland?
Over the hill or under land, or just behind that tree?
When clouds go rolling by, they roll away and leave the sky.
Where do they go beyond the eye, that people cannot see?
Where do stars go?
Where is that silvery, crescent moon?
They must be somewhere, in that sunny afternoon.
Alice in Wonderland, where is the path to wonderland?
Over the hill, or here, or there, I wonder where.
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Isadora
04:33
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A lark in your ear whispered so clear:
If you're not yet complete, please follow your feet.
And I'll be here for you, whenever you're blue.
My Isadora, find your dance.
Mercury will be your silvery guide with freedom by your side.
From the battlefields of Mars, to the core, from afar.
And I will go with you; I'll sound the call for you.
My Isadora, find your dance.
With Love.
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When Sunny Gets Blue
03:08
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When Sunny Gets Blue her eyes get grey and cloudy.
Then the rain begins to fall.
Pitter patter, pitter patter, love is gone so what can matter.
No sweet lover man comes to call.
When Sunny Gets Blue she breathes a sigh of sadness,
Like the wind that stirs the trees.
Wind that sets the leaves to swaying, like some violins are playing
Sweet and haunting melodies.
People used to love to hear her laugh, see her smile.
That's how she got her name.
Since that sad affair she's lost her smile, changed her style.
Somehow she's not the same.
But memories will fade and pretty dreams will rise up
Where her other dreams fell through.
Hurry new love, hurry here to kiss away each lonely tear.
And hold her near when Sunny Gets Blue.
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I'm as restless as a willow in a wind storm.
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string.
I'd say that I had Spring fever;
But I know it isn't Spring.
I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented,
Like a nightingale without a song to sing.
Oh, why do I have Spring fever,
When it isn't even Spring?
I keep wishing I were somewhere else,
Walking down a strange, new street.
Hearing words that I have never heard
From a man I've yet to meet.
I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams.
I'm a giddy as a baby on a swing.
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud, or a robin on the wing.
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way.
That It Might As Well Be Spring.
It Might As Well Be Spring.
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Imagine
03:18
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Calling You
05:01
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A desert road, from somewhere to nowhere,
Someplace better than where we've been.
A coffee machine that needs some fixing
In a little cafe just around the bend.
I am Calling You.
A hot, dry wind blows right through me.
The earth (baby) is crying and I can't sleep.
But we both a change is coming.
Coming closer, sweet release.
And I am Calling You.
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Sweet Inspiration
04:09
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I need your Sweet Inspiration.
I need you here on my mind every hour of the day.
Got to have your Sweet Inspiration.
The lonely hours of the night just don't go my way.
A woman is love needs Sweet Inspiration.
And, honey, that's all I ask from you.
Got to have your Sweet Inspiration.
You know there just ain't no telling what a satisfied woman might do.
When I call you Baby, you're such a Sweet Inspiration.
And when I call you Darling, you set my heart a skating.
And when I'm out in the rain, baby, and in a bad situation.
You know i just reach back in my mind and get me some
Sweet Inspiration.
Inspiration, a whole lot of power.
And I've got the power every hour of the day.
I need your Sweet Inspiration.
To go on living, to keep on giving this way.
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Night in Tunisia
05:40
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The moon is the same moon above you,
Aglow in this cool evening light.
But shining at Night in Tunisia
Never does it shine so bright.
The stars are aglow in the heavens.
But only the wise understand
That shining at Night in Tunisia,
They guide you through the desert sands.
Words fail to tell a tale too exotic to be told.
Each night's a deeper night in a world ages old.
The cares of the day seem to vanish.
The ending of day brings release.
This beautiful Night in Tunisia,
Where the nights are filled with peace.
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Pure Imagination
04:51
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Come with me and you'll be in a world of Pure Imagination.
Take a look and you'll see into your imagination.
We'll begin with a spin, traveling in a world of our creation.
What we'll see will defy explanation.
If you want to view paradise, simply look around and view it.
Anything you want to, do it.
Want to change the world? There's nothing to it.
There is no life I know to compare with Pure Imagination.
Living there you'll be free,
If you truly wish to be.
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Abigail Lumsden New York, New York
Abigail Lumsden is a pianist, violinist, vocalist, composer, arranger, studio musician and choir conductor. Since 2003 she has been performing her show, "Heart's Journeys" throughout the Holland and the US. Her double album, "Imagine Your Heart's Journeys", represents Abigail's lifelong and inspired journey as a multifaceted musician. ... more
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