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This is Our Time (From, Moderate Tempers)
This is our time
Into each everything
Now's today's prime
Life's a real thing
Going to get along
On every cornered street
Somethings going wrong
With its rigged offbeat
This might go sleazy
Turning upside down
Someone to speakeasy
In this crowded town
Forward motions turning
Rising above ground
Today is not learning
To build on what it found
Temperatures and heartbeats
The feelings really are
Copestones and concrete
Slumming houses abattoir
Everybody is to go
Into their own emptiness
Nobody does reslly know
Partings are less and less
Peter S. Quinn
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Thoughts of the Moments (from, Bob's Buttercups Songs)
Taking the day in its wildness
Ongoing town of love's caress
Thoughts of the moments and their amass
Sweetness of time through the fresh
Longing and dreaming of nothing there on
Always the going and drifting high
Yesterdays in moods of forgotten
Laden in time nowhere found
Sunshine of this and everything else
Longitudes there right from the start
Driven like spears in to the heart
Of what has been said and given around
Strictly to ways that are right bound
Love songs in air on to the old
Flickering way to every song
Rocking and living and on to hold
What dreams in reelings do long
While they are here untold
Whispering ways finding each other
Searching around and giving of its fire
What has been done sisters and brother?
Finding the way to the stage once more
Love song of sound and inside desire
Coming around to build everything here
What has been played or many times said
With inspiration moments to go
Giving and finding the inside job done
Like garden of pleasure found only ones
Where everything twist into its own
Growing of blossoms nowhere else shown
That comes to leaves like breezing blow
After a hanging around deep forest
Love thoughts of whisper in the fields
Where nothing is desperately going to rest
But show only moments of own yields
Find every fountain that comes through here
With what is lost to be found
Instance in tempo be everywhere
Where there are feelings that go again around
Yesterday living never was easy
Came out of luck from walking about
With something to share a little bit breezy
Hold on to mornings that sun warms in
Rising to bridges that gross over rivers
Everything worthy in its own spin
And a heart of the content again delivers
Through every ocean that rises again
Moves every rock to its state and its grain
*These are around 500 songs
Peter S. Quinn
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Tomorrow It Might Be You
Sky is blue and gray
In all our dreaming
Something for today
Might be only seeming
Light your way in light
From your wishing star
This day could be right
To reach to the afar
Every opportunitys giving
To go and make reality
Dreams in their living
Reaching out to be
Simple dreams and clever
All they come around
Reach to us together
Until their day is found
Just you find your way
It΄s all inside here
Clearing up another day
For the world to share
Tomorrow it might be you
That is getting wings
To reach a dream true
That inside to you sings
Sky is blue and gray
In all our dreaming
Something for today
Might be only seeming
Every opportunitys giving
To go and make reality
Dreams in their living
Reaching out to be
Tomorrow it might be you
That is getting wings
To reach a dream true
That inside to you sings
Tomorrow it might be you
Peter S. Quinn
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Trails of Life (from Trails of Their Own)
So many hours have gone
Into the moments lost
Each their way's drawn
To time's brightness glossed
Through days and years
That we became to know
With each one their piers
Of expectations and glow
Follow your gut feeling
To find new-fangled road
With corners out and ceiling
To catch your weary load
Never become too stuck
To what you need to be
Struggle on with lady luck
To make you worth to see
With sunshine and its rain
Everything comes and goes
The struggle settles pain
To directions the wind blows
Nothing is ever too hard
To become or keep effective
Each trail of life scarred
Of personal hope subjective
Peter S. Quinn
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