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The happiest day, the happiest hour
that my poor broken heart has ever known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel has flown. I feel has flown.
Oh power, said I? Yes! Long at last;
But it has vanished so long, ago!
Visions of my youth I let them pass.
Where did they go?
Where did they go?
The happiest day, the happiest hour
. My poor and weary eyes have ever seen
The brightest glance of pride and power, I feel have been.
I feel have been.
And, pride, what have I now with thee?
That venom you poured out on me
Another brow may it inherit
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I say to me, be still, my spirit!
The happiest day, the happiest hour
. That my poor weary eyes have ever seen
The brightest glance of pride and power, I feel have been.
I feel have been.
But were that hope of pride and power
Now offered to me, along with the pain
Even then I felt, -- that brightest hour
like I would never live again.
For on its wing was dark alloy,
and, as it fluttered, on down it fell
A powered essence, to destroy
A soul that knew it oh so well.
The happiest day, the happiest hour
That my poor broken heart has ever known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel has flown. I feel has flown.
Words by Edgar Allen Poe
Music by Mike Lawson
Copyright 2019 - Psychotronic Music - BMI
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Time You Go
04:51
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Is she patient? Is she kind? Is she a jealous one, does she mess with your mind?
Is there pretention, an ongoing tension; that no pretty face can ever erase?
Is she real proud, talking long and loud, is her big obsession over all your possessions?
If that’s how it feels, that love it ain’t real, it’s time that you go.
Does she cause scandal? Does she cause shame? In all that she’s doing, is she hurting your name?
Is she self-serving, make you feel undeserving, spending your time like you ain’t worth a dime?
Does she get really angry, over nothing at all, and you’re at the end, can no longer pretend?
If that’s how it feels, your love it ain’t real, it’s time that you go.
Does she keep a list of the things you’ve done wrong?
Bring them up to you to make herself strong?
Keeping you always, walking on shells, afraid of them breaking, unleashing all hell?
Does she cause you worry, trouble and doubt? And you got the feeling that your time has run out?
I know how it feels, that love it ain’t real, it’s time that you go.
Love it is patient, love it is kind. Love is not jealous, it don’t mess your mind.
Love doesn’t brag, love is not proud, it never hurt others alone or in crowds
Love isn’t angry, keeps no record of wrong, rejoices in truth that fills you with song
Love always protects you, will never neglect you, it’s time that you go.
Words and Music by Mike Lawson
Copyright 2019 Psychotronic Music - BMI
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Alone
03:58
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From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
Words by Edgar Allen Poe
Music by Mike Lawson
Copyright 2019 Psychotronic Music - BMI
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El Dorado
03:38
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With gaily bedight,
An old gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.
But soon he grew old—
This knight oh so bold—
And o’er his heart a shadow—
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.
And, then as his strength
Had failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow—
‘Shadow,’ said he,
‘Where can it be—
This land of Eldorado?’
‘Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,’
The shade it replied,—
‘If you seek for Eldorado!’
Words by Edgar Allen Poe
Music by Mike Lawson
Copyright 2019 Psychotronic Music - BMI
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How do I , show you I’m sincere? Show you without fear?
Show you that I’m strong?
And how can I, prove that I’m ok? Not living yesterday?
Prove I moved along?
I had a lot of dreams once too, we’re not so different me and you
I knew I had to let them go, when I awoke and now I know that it’s true
Dreaming only makes you blue
When do you tell me what you need? What your soul to feed?
Tell you I can be?
Everything, you’ve been looking for, standing at your door
Tell me what can be?
I know he hurt you long ago, you know she hurt me, we both know
But we’re not living in the past, tomorrow’s always coming fast and its true
Dreaming only makes you blue
So come around, and listen to the beauty in this song
Hold me closer don’t let go, this feeling that ain’t wrong
How can you, tell me I’m not right? In what I feel tonight?
And you don’t feel it, too?
Take my hand, show you understand, I’m that kind of man
Tell me what to do
It’s easier to let it go, if you don’t hold on tight you know
The hardest part was just the fall, it wasn’t landing after all, we both knew
Dreaming only makes you blue
Words and Music by Mike Lawson Psychotronic Music BMI
Copyright 2014 All Rights Reserved
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The Conqueror Worm
04:29
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Lo! 'tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.
Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly-
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
Invisible Woe!
That motley drama- oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore,
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.
But see, amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes!- it writhes!- with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.
Out- out are the lights- out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"
And its hero the Conqueror Worm.
Words by Edgar Allen Poe
Music by Mike Lawson
Copyright 2019 Psychotronic Music - BMI
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Alone (Reprise)
03:59
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Is she afraid to tell me, is she's afraid to say
Is she worried that she'll break my heart or I'll beg for her to stay
Maybe she’s afraid to show me that she's not that into me
Maybe she don't really know me, so tell me how much can she see
It ain't nothing but confusion when you don't know what to say
Maybe this is an illusion. And it all just fades away.
But I swear that I don't feel that now, its not for me to say
She could be waiting for tomorrow to say what she thought yesterday
All alone in the same room with her, looking in her eyes
Waiting for a sign to happen, a little something that belies
This feeling that I’m hoping is just me being insecure
Are we a little bit nervous, maybe we’re both just a little unsure
It’s hard enough to put your heart out there, oh it takes so long
Without wondering and worrying if you’re doing it all wrong
Hard to read the body language, when you both feel a little scared
When you’re carrying the battle scars from some one that never cared
Should I tell her that I’m sensing she just wants me for a friend
Or will she tell me that I’m just the man that she’s wanting in the end
Of a long, slow and painful search, that we both had to start
After marching up and down this road, with a weary, broken heart
Maybe I should keep this to myself, never let her know
That I carry with me doubt and fear; that I should never show
Show her that I’m really truly glad that we’re both just sitting here
Even going through the motions, I’m just happy when she’s near
Words and Music by Mike Lawson
Copyright 2019 Psychotronic Music - BMI
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Why don't we do it in the road?
Why don't we do it in the road?
Why don't we do it in the road?
Why don't we do it in the road?
No one will be watching us...
Why don't we do it in the road?
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Mystery Train
05:02
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Train I ride, 16 coaches long
Train I ride, 16 coaches long
Long black train took my baby and gone
Train, train, comin' 'round, 'round the bend
Train, train, comin' 'round the bend
Well, it took my baby, but it ain't coming back again
Train, train, rolling up and down that track
Train, train, rolling up and down that track
Well, it took my baby, but it ain't coming back
Train I ride, 16 coaches long
Train I ride, 16 coaches long
Long black train took my baby and gone
By Sam Phillips / Herman Parker
Mystery Train / Tiger Man lyrics
© Unichappell Music Inc.,
Reservoir 416,
Mijac Music,
Hi-lo Music Inc.
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I Choose Blues
02:47
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I choose to be happy. I choose to be free
I choose not to live my life in fear and misery
I choose not to worry, I choose to be fine
I choose to do anything but sit around and whine
I choose to be comfortable, living in my skin
I choose to be satisfied with the place that I am in
I choose to be upbeat, I choose to kind
I choose not to let somebody else make up my mind
I choose to be careful; I choose not to fall
I choose the direction that I’m going after all
I choose to be confident, and to never live in doubt
I choose to be satisfied when I do without
Ain’t giving that power to nobody else but me
Ain’t never gonna let nobody else do that you see
I choose to be faithful, I choose to be good
I choose just to live my life in the way I know I should
I choose to surround me with good people I know
I choose to be satisfied and to let it show
I choose to be honest, sober and sincere
Ain’t nobody mess my mind and make me live in fear
chose my destination and choose my when and how
I choose to be satisfied in the with the man that I am now
Words and Music by Mike Lawson Psychotronic Music BMI
Copyright 2014 All Rights Reserved
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Mike Lawson & Friends Nashville, Tennessee
Mike Lawson has, over 30 years, recorded and/or performed together with Merl Saunders, Vince Welnick, Vassar Clements, Pete Sears, Gary Talley, John McEuen, Bob Welch, Dennis Robbins, Joe Louis Walker, Jorma Kaukonen, Phil Keaggy, Jack Casady, Scott Guberman, Dianne Davidson, Noah Wall, Tyra Juliette, Bill Vitt, Rob Wasserman, Michael Cleveland, Phil Madeira, and a host of other amazing friends. ... more
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