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Iced Tea
02:37
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ICED TEA
(words and music by E.P. Schwartz)
I'm just sittin' out here in the sun
nothing on my mind
my troubles behind me
I've got no reason to run
I swat a fly
off the rim of my iced tea
I've neglected to give myself
a day like this for too long
Now it' here
and it's clear
this is where I belong
I'm just sittin' out here by the street
working on a song
and thinking about breakfast
I've got no reason to run
all of my tasks
are avoidable tasks
If Heaven exists
it can't feel better than this
I've got a lay of the land
I've got time on my hands
this is my summer jam
The smell of fresh mown grass
is in the air
the buzz of life
suspended in time
is simply everywhere
Do you want to get something to eat?
Someone's been grilling
and I could go for a gyro
don't worry it's my treat
and if he gets it all right,
this waiter's my hero
Days like this
aren't what you'll remember when you go
so while it's here
hold it dear
before you let it go
The smell of fresh mown grass
is in the air
the buzz of life
suspended in time
is simply everywhere
Let's find a really long road
drive it 'til we see
something we've never seen
Listen to tunes and take it slow
we can eat our gyros
underneath a willow tree
The gray of the road
against the green and summer blue
one iced tea for me
one for the sun
and a lemonade for you
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2. |
We Shared A Touch
03:26
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WE SHARED A TOUCH
(words and music by E.P. Schwartz)
I don't know where we were going
We were on the highway
I was driving, my wife in the passenger seat
my son, much younger was in the back...
I had a phantom from my past
pass me in the outside lane
and I guess memories of her
brought a smile to my face
my wife turned to me and goes
"Who was that?"
I thought back and said
"We shared a kiss
we shared a touch
saw the end
of an undending love
we wore down walls
built up thrones
choked some flowers
and watered some thorns
we held attention
we held hands
kicked up dirt
and trashed the promised land
we gave it a try
we played the game
but to save my life
I can't remember her name."
And we drove on.
I had a phantom from my past
pass me in the outside lane
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3. |
Unmade
04:14
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UNMADE
(words and music by E.P. Schwartz)
Call the preacher, ma'am
Tell him I am being unmade
Call the preacher, ma'am
Tell himI am being unmade
Tell him to hurry now
I ain't got long to be saved
The devil found a loose thread
gonna unravel my soul
The devil found a loose thread
gonna unravel my soul
He's gonna take all my good deeds
and throw them in a deep, dark hole
Ring the doctor
tell him I gotta heart to loan
Ring the doctor
tell him I gotta heart to loan
all my bright things are ashes
and my love has turned to stone
Call the undertaker
tell him I'm a little wide
Call the undertaker
tell him I'm a little wide
salt the earth where you bury me
then shove my body inside
Call the preacher, ma'am
Tell him I am being unmade
Call the preacher, ma'am
Tell himI am being unmade
Tell him to hurry now
I ain't got long to be saved
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4. |
The Cold Spot
02:50
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THE COLD SPOT
No sunrise, no dawn
just the endless night
I walk through this aimless world
searching for a light
This damn Earth won't let me go
Heaven and Hell won't take me
all there is is this empty room
this room is home to me
Another time, another place
I had substance
a life I could call my own
now I find
I haven't got a home
calamity, catastrophe
a cool, condescending cadaver for me
now I find
I'm waiting for the ascension climb
No sunrise, no dawn
just the endless night
I move through this aimless world
searching for a light
but for now I wait in the darkness
in the shadows behind the door
I'm that little bump,
that little scrape at night
the cold spot on the floor
You move right through me...
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5. |
Days To Come
03:12
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DAYS TO COME
(words and music by E.P. Schwartz)
Autumn's perched high in my ancient oak
spilling out
sprinkle red and gold
Autumn eases Summer to the ground
kisses her cheek
says "I love you but sleep now"
Grass turns to glass
underneath my feet
the sun pales
and chill tells tales
of days to come
Autumn leaves apple on my lips
harvest moon fall in love
frost sweetens every kiss
Autumn is the sound of the wind
applauding leaves up the street
say what they need before Winter moves in
Autumn is the gloaming of the year
Warm arms wrap around
and smoke salts the air
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Eric Peter Schwartz Aurora, Illinois
Acoustic rock and some instrumental rock. Where heart and quirk collide.
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