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 ;void(0)) June 2009 - theresa halfacre promotions ... After a two-year sebaticle, it's almost time for the concert series to begin again! STAY TUNED FOR THE SCHEDULE OF PERFORMERS AND SHOW DATES. living for peace, theresa halfacre :) PLEASE SEND COMMENTS, QUESTIONS OR ANSWERS (!) TO theresa.halfacre@att.net I’m moving to a calmer state of mind Above the oceans; where the world is blind No more black and no more white No less peace on earth tonight I’m moving to a calmer state of mind I’m moving to a clearer state of mind Above the mountains, where my heart can find Dreamlike imaginations, quieting the night Effortless affections, an impressive honest lie I’m moving to clearer state of mind Chorus I’ll meet Jesus in the air With all the screw-ups I met down here Fannie and Freddie and Mercury the cat I'll take DC's painting to hell and back And meet Jesus in the air With alll the screw-ups I met down here Passing the hat to the boys in band Yeah, I’ll meet Jesus in the air Jesus, in the air I’m moving to a freer state of mind Away from bullshit wrapped up in disguise No more decisions about what to decide No less truth to complicate the lies I’m moving to a freer state of mind I’m moving to an endless state of mind Beyond reality, where my free will never dies Infectious beauty, inspiring words collide Faithful companions, all the bloodshed set aside I’m moving to an endless state of mind Bridge There’s a countryside surrounding me There’s one less darker dream A promised land for all God damned If God really damned anything We’re unforgiving, unforgiving Side by side So I think I’ll step aside and... chorus 2008 Please send questions, comments and answers to: theresa.halfacre@att.net  With a stone cold face she left the room Thought about home and sleeping ‘til noon Grabbed the paper and her coffee cup Walked to her car parked by the garbage truck She got in her car, drove ten miles or so Thought about home and letting things go Rubbed her head ‘cause you know a head aches When the wheels keep turning after you hit the breaks She thought about little boys and girls Living in ghetto’s and tripping on pills She could free her guilt if she was willing To be seen through eyes as the villain It’s a cold, cold day But I’m not cold enough to leave you this way It’s a cold, cold day The blackbirds are flying, the winter is here Most days I think it’s been a pretty good year But on this cold, cold day I’m not cold enough to leave you this way No I’m not cold enough today But, I might be … come May With a stone cold face she put the car in reverse Thought about home and a spiritual nurse Glanced at her paper and her coffee cup Drove back to that broken down garbage truck She got outta her car, walked ten steps or so Looked at Maria in her soil-soaked clothes Rubbed her head ’cause you know a head aches When a fire is burning to take what it takes She thought about little boys and girls Living in ghetto’s and tripping on pills She could free her guilt if she was willing To be seen through eyes as the villain It’s a cold, cold day But I’m not cold enough to leave you this way It’s a cold, cold day The blackbirds are flying, the winter is here Most days I think it’s been a pretty good year But on this cold, cold day I’m not cold enough to leave you this way No I’m not cold enough today But, I might be …. come May Just when she thought Maria wouldn’t speak Maria smiled and said, in a voice soft and weak “I’ll give you a bible if you give me a dream, One of my family and my horse, Melody.” “I’ve got applesauce in a McDonald’s cup,” “Mary told me it would bring good-luck, It’s been three days since I’ve had a nap I’m going to sleep; I won‘t be back” With a stone cold face, Maria drifted to sleep Grabbed a dream and one taste of freedom She left me the bible ’cause I gave her a dream If I live long enough, I just might read it Four girls walked to the garbage truck Three looked down; one spoke up “You can’t wake-up Maria She’s won’t be giving away bibles She’s won’t be tripping on pills You can’t wake-up Maria If her eyes open on the dark side of hell Only God can tell her what she’s done 2009 | Artists and Their Music | Antje Duvekot | Todd Snider | David Childers | Storyhill with Ellis | Andy Friedman | The Unnofficial Half | Pictures | In Memory of David Stewart | Theresa | Return Home | |
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