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SHAWN
DALE BARNETT'S
LYRICS PAGE 2.
Its cloudy outside,
rain is coming soon...
Wind blows a little harder
and im lost in the memory
of
you.....
Sweet nothings
have never been heard
in these silent ears
of
mine......
Instead,those sweet
spoken words,
were said in
beautiful sign....
And now that your gone,
i write this song
in hopes that maybe baby,
you will be headin' home
soon....
Im a mess dear,
tears is where i live.....
Im a cesspool of emotions,
spilling across this broken
heart
of mine...
Cause,when it comes to you,
my heart just wont hush...
Seems when it comes to you,
my heart just wont hush......
I have pleaded, i have cried,
thrown away my pride,
fell to the floor
and begged you to come back
into my life.....
Seems when it comes to you,
my heart just wont hush.....
No,It just wont,oh......
Well,theres a full moon
out tonight......
A river of tears
flow from
mine own eyes.....
Im screaming in my head,
and im signing what i said
in ASL.....
Im fighting to express
everything i have
to show and tell......
Cause,when it comes to you,
my heart just wont hush...
Seems to me,
when it comes to you,
my heart just wont hush....
Cause,when it comes to you,
my heart just wont hush....
Seems to me,
when it comes to you,
my heart just wont hush.....
No,it just wont.......
Well,Its cloudy outside,
rain is coming soon...
Wind blows a little harder
and im lost in the memory
of
you.....
Sweet nothings
have never been
whispered
in these silent ears
of
mine......
Instead,those sweet
spoken words,
were said in
beautiful sign....
And now that your gone,
i write this song
in hopes that maybe baby,
you will be headin' home
soon....
Oh,im a mess dear,
tears is where i live.....
Im a cesspool of emotions,
spilling across this broken
heart
of mine...
Cause,when it comes to you,
my heart just wont hush...
Seems when it comes to you,
my heart just wont hush......
I have pleaded, i have cried,
thrown away my pride,
fell to the floor
and begged you to come back
into my life.....
Cause,when it comes to you,
my heart just wont hush.....
Seems when it comes to you,
my heart just wont hush.....
It just wont,oh no......
Well,theres a full moon
out tonight......
A river of tears
flow from
mine own eyes.....
Im screaming in my head,
and im signing what i have said
in
ASL.....
Im fighting to express
everything i have
to show and tell......
Cause,when it comes to you,
my heart just wont hush...
Seems to me,
when it comes to you,
my heart just wont hush....
Cause,when it comes to you,
my heart just wont hush....
Seems to me,
when it comes to you,
my heart just wont hush.....
No,it just wont.......
WRITTEN BY PROFESSIONAL DEAF
DRUMMER,SONGWRITER,EDUCATOR SHAWN DALE
BARNETT,COPYRIGHT 2000,ALL RIGHTS
RESERVED.
"WHEN ANGELS SMILE"
I did my very best
and left all the rest
to the wide world
gone insane...
Gave to charity
and hugged my family
and allowed the rest
to take care of itself....
Its never easy,
and theres no other alternative
but to be free and singing
when the angels smile....
Now it is another day,
making my way across
this wide open world
Sing the blues
to my favorite girl
on the other side of the
world.....
She's never here but,
always there
and yet so far away,
like when angels smile...
Neon lit nights,
stars fallin' from the sky,
theres a winner in every soul.
you just gotta let it flow...
I did my very best
and left all the rest
to the wide world
gone insane...
Gave to charity
and hugged my family
and allowed the rest
to take care of itself....
Its never easy,
and theres no other alternative
but to be free and singing
when the angels smile....
Now it is another day,
making my way across
this wide open world....
Sing the blues
to my favorite girl,
on the other side of the
world......
Never here but,
always there
and yet so far away
like when angels smile...
Neon lit nights,
stars fallin' from the sky,
theres a winner in every soul.
you just gotta let it flow...
It will make all the angels smile......
WRITTEN BY;SHAWN DALE BARNETT,COPYRIGHT
2000 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Theres something magical
happening right
now.....
Theres a spook staring
me down,
but it looks mighty proud.....
So i says a prayer
and turn and to say hello.....
It smiles,its ghostly smile,
and says to me,
"Your doing well..."
Now come to think of it,
that ghost i call "it"......
Looks allot like
my musical uncles,
on the other side,
of the great divide.....
And in my heart,
i see the glowing words,
as if typed by ghostly
finger burns.......
And it says to me......
"I wish you well,
cant
cha tell?"
"God speed on your
trusty stead,
May it never fail....."
"I wish you well,
cant cha tell
im still around?"
"God speed on your
trusty stead,
may your success
touch other souls,
in ways so
profound....."
And theres something magical
happening right
now.....
Theres a spook staring
me down,
but it looks mighty proud.....
So i says a prayer
and turn and to say hello.....
It smiles,its ghostly smile,
and says to me,
"Your doing well..."
Now come to think of it,
that ghost i call "it"......
Looks allot like
my musical uncles,
on the other side,
of the great divide.....
And in my heart,
i see the glowing words,
as if typed by ghostly
finger burns.......
And it says to me......
"I wish you well,
cant
cha tell?"
"God speed on your
trusty stead,
May it never fail....."
"I wish you well,
cant cha tell
im still around?"
"God speed on your
trusty stead,
may your success
touch other souls,
in ways so
profound....."
I wish you well........
(Ghost fades away...)
WRITTEN BY DEAF DRUMMER SHAWN
DALE BARNETT,COPYRIGHT 2001,ALL RIGHTS
RESERVED.
"THOUEST SMACK OF DARLING SIN"
Theres a theater
down by 63rd street.
Where winter winds blow
thru the bedroom doors,
along with the summer
heats,
fantasying pimp
la sweets.
Its now or never,
however,whenever.
Its making love
in your sleep,
as you silently weep.
Broken window panes
and trash can alley ways....
Spew mother nature,
spew upon this human matter,
spew upon this soulful
poetic blather.
Heat and light,
cold and white.
These are the days
of golden lights....
Shining........
Shining......
And its only a matter
of time when,
thouest smack of darling sin.
Kicks you in your
bottom rear end
and sends you to
the land of elusive
goodbyes.
And so,
once again.....
Theres a theater
down by 63rd street.
Where winter winds blow
thru the bedroom doors,
along with the summer
heats,
fantasying pimp
la sweets.
Its now or never,
however,whenever.
Its making love
in your sleep,
as you silently weep.
Broken window panes
and trash can alley ways....
Spew mother nature,
spew upon this human matter,
spew upon this soulful
poetic blather.
Heat and light,
cold and white.
These are the days
of golden lights....
Shining........
Shining......
And its only a matter
of time when,
thouest smack of darling sin,
kicks you in your
bottom rear end
and sends you to
the land of elusive
goodbyes.
Aw my darling sin,
your looking mighty pale
right now....
FROM AMERICA
WRITTEN BY SHAWN DALE BARNETT,COPYRIGHT 2001,ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
"MY COLICKY BABY (ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON)"
Budweiser beer
and a ham sandwich
on a sunday afternoon,
well,oh well,oh well.....
Football on the brain,
wives gone insane,
papa bear drinks
till "Doc pass
out"
brings Pa back home.....
oh no,woe is me,
woe is you.....
Well,oh well,oh well,
who knew,who knew?
Well,oh well,oh well,
who
knew,who knew?
Hock spitty wicky,
wacky colicky chew,
double mint twins
and a buddy named
"dude"........
oh,Well,oh well,oh well,
who knew,who knew?
Budweiser beer
and a ham sandwich
on a sunday afternoon,
well,oh well,oh well.....
Football on the brain,
wives gone insane,
papa bear drinks
till "Doc pass
out"
brings Pa back home.....
Oh no,woe is me,
woe is you.....
Well,oh well,oh well,
who knew,who knew?
Well,oh well,oh well,
who
knew,who knew?
Hock spitty wicky,
wacky colicky chew,
double mint twins
and a buddy named
"dude"........
oh Well,oh well,oh well,
who knew who knew?
WRITTEN BY SHAWN DALE BARNETT,COPYRIGHT
2001,ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Fame and fortune's
all mine for the taking....
Now its all been
took.....
Born with da skills,
zero on in
for da kill....
I Got no qualms
on being the big man
on da hill.....
But jealousy of lesser fools,
their insecurity,
has made them lose
their cool....
Aw such wee little fools....
Hey,hey you
internet stalker!
(little jealous punk hiding
behind a silver
screen).
I grabbed
the
golden ring
and left
you weeping
like a lil' cry baby!
Its not my fault,
ya got no pride
or dignity!
We all got
one life to live
and im the chosen one!
Im always one step
ahead of the
"Same old,same old",
broken down
joe.....
Your boring angry,
mentally confused,
your just another
silly headed
lil' whiny dude!
Fame and fortune's
all mine for the taking....
Now its all been
took!!!
Born with da skills,
zero on in
for da kill....
I Got no qualms
on being the big man
on da hill.....
But jealousy of lesser fools,
their insecurity,
has made them lose
their cool....
Aw such wee little fools....
Hey,hey you
internet stalker!
(little jealous punk hiding
behind a silver
screen).
I grabbed
the
golden ring
and left
you weeping
like a lil' cry baby!
Its not my fault,
ya got no pride
or dignity!
We all got
one life to live
and im the chosen one!
Im always one step
ahead of the
"Same old,same old",
broken down
joe.....
Your boring angry,
mentally confused,
your just another
silly headed
lil' whiny dude!
WRITTEN BY SHAWN DALE BARNETT,COPYRIGHT
2001,ALL RIGHTS RESERVED,2001
Whirlpool,
suck me down your drain....
Im the rain,
to your bath water
that washes away
the pain.....
Whirlpool,
suck me down your drain.......
Im your evening paper,
with all the latest
news....
Whirlpool,
suck me down your drain....
Im the rap to your
rhymes,
im your favorite song
that makes you cry.....
Aw,whirlpool,
suck me down your drain....
Suck me way down low,
oh,whoa,oh,oh....
Aw,whirlpool,
suck me down your drain....
Im the rain,
to your bath water
that washes away
the pain.....
Whirlpool,
suck me down your drain.......
Im your evening paper,
with all the latest
news....
Whirlpool,
suck me down your drain....
Im the rap to your
rhymes,
im your favorite song
that makes you cry.....
Aw,whirlpool,
suck me down your
drain....
Suck me way down low,
oh,whoa,oh,oh.........
WRITTEN BY DEAF DRUMMER SHAWN
DALE BARNETT,COPYRIGHT 2001,ALL RIGHTS
RESERVED.
"THANK YOU FOR THEM BLUE SKIES"
Its been raining
way too long....
Im tired and weary, i been living
in this a sad,sad song for months now......
Im lost in its the
wilderness,but im way too proud
to shout it out.....A
pioneer on four wagon wheels,travelin' right along....
I have seen the east, now Mr
West,do your magic on me,play your song......
And is there really gold
in them hills?Is there really such a thrill?
Oh,im so tired.....Treadin'
them creek banks on leather solesand leaves
for softness of sorts....And
hunting game from the wildwest from the
north comingfrom the east....Its Bagged me a wild boar.....
But when it stops
raining....Thats when i thank you for
them blue
skies....And thank you for the gift of life,oh lord....Your
my
'time of need",my
hope, my belief......Thank you for them blue
skies....
And white clouds passin'
me by....Thank you for them blue skies
and the privilege to live
this life.....Oh,Its been raining way too long....
Im tired and weary, i been living
in this a sad,sad song for months now......
Im lost in its the
wilderness,but im way too proud
to shout it out.....A
pioneer on four wagon wheels,travelin' right along....
I have seen the east, now Mr
West,do your magic on me,play your song......
And is there really gold
in them hills?Is there really such a thrill?
Oh,im so tired.....Treadin'
them creek banks on leather solesand leaves
for softness of sorts....And
hunting game from the wildwest from the
north comingfrom the east....Has Bagged me a wild boar.....
But when it stops
raining....Thats when i thank you for
them blue
skies....And thank you for the gift of life,oh lord....Your
my
'time of need",my
hope, my belief......Thank you for them blue
skies....
And white clouds passin'
me by....Thank you for them blue skies
and the privilege to live
this life.....
WRITTEN BY SHAWN DALE BARNETT
COPYRIGHT 2001,ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
"SILENTS GREAT EXCEPTIONS"
Evening comes and the wind blows....the
curtains move in the evening
snow....im a windfall, passing
you by.....a soul on the run,tears in a
soulful eye.....a river that floats,
a human spook with wonders beyond
the average man drifting across
lifes great divide...
And you know......
Im the man of great exceptions.....move
your hand and im your magic
wand.....Im a man of certain wonder.......Move
your love and im your
sun.....Im the man holding your
upper light.....Move your dream and i
will be by your side,ever disappearing......
And you know,
how that goes.....
And the evening comes and the wind
blows....the curtains move in the
evening snow....im a windfall,
passing you by.....a soul on the
run,tears in a soulful eye.....a
river that floats,a human spook with
wonders beyond the average man
drifting across lifes great divide...
And you know......
Im the man of great exceptions.....move
your hand and im your magic
wand.....Im a man of certain wonder.......Move
your love and im your
sun.....Im the man holding your
upper light.....Move your dream and i
will be by your side,ever disappearing...
And you know,
how that goes.....
Cause im the man of silents great
exceptions....Im the man of certain
wonder....Drift off the shoreline
and im hovering....In my silence i am
loud....I am felt thru the eyes
of millions in a way so
profound....Touching souls from
off the ground....Kissing blue eyes
floating in the sky....
And you know how that goes.....
And so you know how it ends....
WRITTEN BY;SHAWN DALE BARNETT,COPYRIGHT 2001,ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
"FOR ALL THE WORLD"
When the sun linesup with the 7
moonsof Jupiter......
And a golden river flows
thru the stars....I will still be loving
you,
long after im
gone....And when a shooting starpasses you by....
Know its just me,saying helloand
goodbye....For im only here,
until its my timeto die.......And
in a thousand years from now....
My spirit will still
be shouting out loud.....And touching future
souls.....Thru
the worki have done here on earth long ago....
And may they catchmy soul inthe
palms of theirhands....And make ittheir own.....
Make it their own....And when the
skycomes falling
down....
In some far off futuristic
land.....Where the sea speaksand the birds
fly without wings....I will continue
to teach...I will continue
to teach.....Cause
what i have taught hereupon this big blue marble....
Is here to stay....And in what
i have got to say in this here and now.....
In this here and now......Will
be whatyou learn from
me someday.....And when you do......Thats whenyou will feel me
nearby you....And thats also whenyou will know.....Thats also when
you will know.....That my soulsis
laying at thefeet of eternity.....
For all the worldto learn from
and grow .......For all the world....
For all the world....For all the
world to know and grow.....And its all
in what i do right now,that
will secure my place in history......
WRITTEN BY SHAWN DALE BARNETT,COPYRIGHT
2001,ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
"SOULFUL DEEP"(THE CLEANSING SONG)
Cleanse me of this world.....Bring
on
my lovely girl....Jump
over the moon and singa lullaby....Either way,
it don't matter to me.....It
don't matter to me.....
Cause i know im right......Cause
i know im right......So lay there,
and lie to them...Sigh
and lie now, all you crying people.......
Cause i know i touched
your soulsand made you cry...Made you think....
Made you think....And oh....As
piano vibrations wauf o'er me.....
Spreading the music,far
and wide and soulful deep.....It says that
"Im the king at what i
do....."Theres no doubtabout it but what about you?"
What about you?And in
your surely ways,you say" I disagree...."Hey,now,
come into view.....Hey,now,come
into view....Say the dumbest things,
like you always
do......You only sproutunintelligent things....
Unintelligent things,
towards the intelligent few....And in the end....
The world
thinks of you,as a soulthat got away......Thrown away....
Oh,cleanse me of this world.....Bring
on my lovely girl....Jump over the
moon and singa
lullaby....Either way,it don't matter to me.....
It don't matter
to me.....Cause i know im right......
Cause i know im right......So
lay there, and lie to them...Sigh and lie now,
all you crying
people.......Cause i know i touched your souls
and made you cry...Made you
think....Made you think....And oh....
As piano vibrations
wauf o'er me.....Spreading the music,far and wide
and soulful deep.....It
says that"Im the king at what i do....."
Theres no doubtabout it but
what about you?"What about you?And in your surely
ways,you
say" I disagree...."Hey,now,come into view.....Hey,now,
come into view....Say the dumbest
things,like you always do......
You only sproutunintelligent
things....Unintelligent things, towards us,
the intelligent few....And in
the end....The world thinks of you,
as a soulthat
got away.....And thats your price youhave to pay.....
For being dumb in
your ways.......WRITTEN BY SHAWN DALE BARNETT
COPYRIGHT 2001 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.WRITTEN
BY SHAWN DALE BARNETT
COPYRIGHT 2001 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
"MUSIC UNTO DEATH"
At 7:42 in the evening,
in 1882......
Music from room 402,
drifted
from the rafters
in sad lullabies.....
As Mary shed a tear
and played the violin
for her dear departing
John......
And there
she struggled to play
each note
in the tune of
"Goodbye"........
As each note
fled from every stroke
of Marys sorrow filled
crying hands.....
She wept
for the future
nigh on hand,
never to be......
And cried
for the light
in Johns soul,
ever fading.....
Left to hover
in the fields of never....
She sheds the tears
of a crying violin,
for her dear departing
John......
As music from room 402
drifted from the
rafters
in sad lullabies......
Each note she
struggled to play
in the tune of
"Goodbye"........
As each note
fled from every stroke
of Marys sorrow filled
crying hands.....
She wept
for the future
nigh on hand,
never to be......
Never to be.....
And now she crys
for the light,
every night,
in Johns soul,
ever fading.....
Ever fading.....
And some nights
as you lay in
silence....
You just might feel
or see Mary
playing her violin
in the morning
twilight......
She weeps
for her dear departed
John,
in silence......
An eternal song,
never ending.....
Loves music
unto death,
forever heart rending......
And when it comes to
Mary playing for
her
dearly departed John.......
Her dearly departed John.....
Time has no meaning
as Mary and John,
walk hand in hand
in deaths lonely
stupor,
never to depart......
Never to depart.....
Its loves
classical music
unto death......
An eternal
musical sleep,
that never dies
but only
weeps.......
WRITTEN BY DEAF DRUMMER,SONGWRITER,EDUCATOR
AND INTERNATIONAL RECORDING
STAR SHAWN DALE BARNETT,COPYRIGHT
2001 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
At 7:42 in the evening,
in 1882......
Music from room 402,
drifted
from the rafters
in sad lullabies.....
As Mary shed a tear
and played the violin
for her dear departing
John......
And there
she struggled to play
each note
in the tune of
"Goodbye"........
As each note
fled from every stroke
of Marys sorrow filled
crying hands.....
She wept
for the future
nigh on hand,
never to be......
And cried
for the light
in Johns soul,
ever fading.....
Left to hover
in the fields of never....
She sheds the tears
of a crying violin,
for her dear departing
John......
As music from room 402
drifted from the
rafters
in sad lullabies......
Each note she
struggled to play
in the tune of
"Goodbye"........
As each note
fled from every stroke
of Marys sorrow filled
crying hands.....
She wept
for the future
nigh on hand,
never to be......
Never to be.....
And now she crys
for the light,
every night,
in Johns soul,
ever fading.....
Ever fading.....
And some nights
as you lay in
silence....
You just might feel
or see Mary
playing her violin
in the morning
twilight....
She weeps
for her dear departed
John,
in silence......
An eternal song,
never ending.....
Loves music
unto death,
forever heart rending....
And when it comes to
Mary playing for
her
dearly departed John.......
Her dearly departed John.....
Time has no meaning
as Mary and John,
walk hand in hand
in deaths lonely
stupor,
never to depart......
Never to depart.....
Its loves
classical music
unto death....
An eternal
musical sleep,
that never dies
but only
weeps.......
WRITTEN BY DEAF DRUMMER,SONGWRITER,EDUCATOR
AND INTERNATIONAL RECORDING
STAR SHAWN DALE BARNETT,COPYRIGHT
2001 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
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