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It’s all about the words
Lost Maps
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California
Chasing the sun to California
Tired of the rain
Sunday mornin’ people in their best
lost souls sleepin’ off the pain
Oregon coast line
walkin’ on the shore
Can’t tell raindrops from the waves
California
Still in love with you
Blue skies whisper
California dreams come true
Rain erased my message in the sand
California take my hand?
Lead me back through
sun kissed golden gate
poppy orange and redwood state
California
Still in love with you
Blue skies whisper
California dreams come true
If i'd known the outcome
I never would have left
I lost the sun. I lost myself.
Night sky sunshine, California daze
I'm home. I'm here to stay
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Utah Winter Morning
Utah winter morning
Snow topped cardinal peaks
clouds float by like whipped cream
past this Sunday Christmas creek
Flaming rocks are reaching
to the heavens for a sign
the burned red clay is preaching
boulders paying their tithes
breaking with tradition
no need for hymnal songs
I'll spend my Christmas morning
crimson temple of the gods
Utah winter morning
snow drifts without end
Christmas visions waiting
'round the back of every bend
I know the family's waitin’
Christmas ribbons to untie
my heart and mind are healing
I'll be back with you in time
silence those jingle bells
and stop the reindeer games
oh Tanenbaum, oh Tanenbaum
you're spruced up waiting for me
breaking with tradition
no need for hymnal songs
I'll spend my Christmas morning
crimson temple of the gods
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Sunny Perfect Day
Mornin of the 17th
your flip flops on the back seat
Zuma in the rear view
our secret spot, me and you
Salty kiss in the mornin’ sun
you grab my hand and run
burning sand between our toes
cooling tides down below
Breakers take your gaze
splashing sunshine
on a sunny day
Want to live in that day
The 17th, miles away
you were mine, in the sun
our story just begun
Tidal waves in my heart
lets go back to the start
burning sand between our toes
Zuma, don't let go
Breakers take your gaze
splashing sunshine
on my face
Mornin of the 17th
your flip flops on the back seat
Zuma in the rear view
our secret spot, me and you
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Siesta Key
Took the red eye
in a straight line
from golden gate
to sunshine state
taking a Siesta
on Siesta Key
Gulf coast
therapy
Everybody's
got a
Mother-in-law
in Florida
My
Mother-in-law
is in Florida
Left the white capped
under toe
foggy shore
vertigo
Calm clear water
powder sand
blinding sun
flip flop tan
I didn't know
I could love
another coast
such a gracious host
My
Mother-in-law
is in Florida
Left the west coast
for the west coast
from golden gate
to sunshine state
My
Mother-in-law
is in Florida
My
Mother-in-law
is in Florida
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Holding Sunshine
Your smile
Lights my Sundays
Makes my Mondays
Fade away
Banjos
on our front porch
we hold sunshine
in our hands
Let’s talk about Monday tomorrow
It's Sunday… I'm here with you
I'll be
on the highway
in the morning
when you wake
keep that
banjo strummin'
hold our sunshine
in your hand
Lets talk about Monday tomorrow
It's Sunday… I'm here with you
You asked me how
i could leave you
it breaks my heart
to say goodbye
another other girl
is holding sunshine
in her hand
she'll soon be mine
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Salty Saturday
Starboard crest
windward bow
Compass West is
Southern bound
Sun bleached blonde
Saturday
sailing on
Tomales Bay
Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey
Raise the jib
and anchor up
let the wind find
the setting sun
solo journey on
Saturday
sailing from
Tomales Bay
Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey
On the shore
friends await
Hog Island
I'll be late
Solo journey on
Saturday
sailing to
All Saints Bay
Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey
Solo journey
on Saturday
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Laurel Canyon Blues
I went down to Sunset
Need to be inspired
I went down to Sunset
I need to be inspired
Looking for a good line,
Hollywood and Vine
Baby you don't belong here
we are not your kind
They said, Babe you don't belong here
we are not your kind
Go to Laurel Canyon
seek what you desire
I traced their footsteps
Crosby, Stills and Nash
I traced all their footsteps
The Doors and Mama Cass
Joni Mitchell beckoned
to a fine house with two cats
I brought them home to Berkeley
They're all livin’ in my mind
I brought them home to Berkeley
They're all livin’ in my mind
My writer blood coursing
with Laurel Canyon vibes
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Special Thanks!
I would like to thank my good friend Herb Toor of the Herb Toor Blues Band for adding the guitar love to “Laurel Canyon Blues.”
I would also love to thank my very talented Sister Suzan Strong Dunbar for joining me on “Salty Saturday.” Her beautiful voice blows me away!
Finally, I would love to thank Isabella Calderon. She provided the background vocals and keyboards. More importantly she got my “vibe” and produced my album in that easy 70’s laid back style.
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