Find Your Way Back Home CD

Dawn and Dave Kimble
2010-01-12
David M. Kimble

Story

This is a song about remembering that we're more than the chaos that fills our lives.

Lyrics

It's not too late. Your heart is waiting for you To take a breath, take a break, and find out who you are. It's very clear The answer's here in you. So, take a breath, take a break, and find out who you are. You'll find your way back home. You'll find you're not alone. You'll find your way back home. And you'll see that this can be what you dreamed it could be. Remember to remember, and let go. Life is so short. It's so important for you To take a breath, take a break, and find out who you are. We never know When this little show will be through. So take a breath, take a break, and find out who you are.

Dawn and Dave Kimble
2010-01-12
David M. Kimble

Story

This is a song about a woman who realizes it's time to go.

Lyrics

I don't know what you want from me, But I'm starting to see it can't be given. If I spend all my life trying to make you happy, Well, that's not really livin'. Problem is that I've loved you since the day I first saw you, But I can't take the pain anymore. So I'm packin' up My Blue Suitcase, And I'm shufflin' out the door You work so hard for your misery, It'd be a shame for me to deprive you of it. I've known a lot of folks with a lot of sufferin', But you're the first I've seen that really seems to love it. Problem is that... You've got a hole in your self-esteem that I can't begin to fill. You've got a rough road 'til you get over that hill. Hope you will, but still... Misery loves company, but it's a love that's unrequited. All I can do with my feeling for you is use all my strength to fight it. Problem is that...
Dawn and Dave Kimble
2010-01-12
David M. Kimble

Story

Somewhere deep down I knew the day that each of my children were born that I was agreeing to love them unconditionally with full knowledge that they'd one day fly off into the world.

Lyrics

We always knew someday you'd be goin'. It comes as part of the package. It's always there lookin' back at you. It's not made easier with the knowin'. It didn't help me remember to count each day, count each crescent moon. How could it come so soon? How could you be grown? How could you be goin', ready to leave home, to start a life out on your own? I still can picture your tiny face. So alive and full of the moment. So clear on what was important, too. The fearless love of a child's embrace. You have so much still to teach me. Your growing up is so inopportune. How could it come so soon? How could you be grown? How could you be goin', ready to leave home, to start a life out on your own? My life, the world, is a better place with you in it. It's been such a miracle just to watch you grow. It's hard to let go. I guess it's natural to cling to it. But that's just not how miracles go. I should know. We know full well we'll see you again. And yet the feeling has caught me the child that leaves here will not return. A funny mixture of joy and pain. I celebrate your becoming. The butterfly must leave her cocoon. How could it come so soon? How could you be grown? How could you be goin', ready to leave home, to start a life out on your own? We always knew...
Dawn and Dave Kimble
2010-01-12
David M. Kimble

Story

This is a song about a love that had to be left behind, but that survives the time and distance of the separation.

Lyrics

You’ve been absent from my life for years, yet you linger in my mind. I can’t believe that you won’t leave my heart. Yet I haven’t cried a thousand tears. It’s not a love of that kind. There’s just an empty ache that we’re apart. And I know that it makes no sense. But it makes no difference -- Love plays by it’s own rules. And I know that this is only a fool’s heart feeling lonely. Well, count me among the fools. One of love’s lost and lonely fools. So I try a million clever ways to think of something else. But my heart has seen it all before. ‘Cause it only takes a word, a phrase, and I’m lost inside myself With your memory, with your allure. And I know that it makes no sense. But it makes no difference -- Love plays by it’s own rules. And I know that this is only a fool’s heart feeling lonely. Well, count me among the fools. One of love’s lost and lonely fools. You’ve been absent from my life for years, yet you linger in my mind. I can’t believe that you won’t leave my heart.
Dawn Kimble
2010-01-12
Dawn Kimble

Lyrics

The River. The water of life goes on and on, on and on. We can't stop it and we can't know it. Can we trust it? Thoughts fade and forms die. Passions rise and fall. The waters sweep it all away. We could lose it all. The River. The water of life goes on and on, on and on. We can't stop it and we can't know it. Can we let go? Breathe it and dance it. We watch our concepts fall away. There is no ground to stand on. For every thought, we pay The River... We dive into the current, Abandon that which shored us up. Now we trust or die Aware of the water, the moment, this note... The River, the water, the moment.
Dawn and Dave Kimble
2010-01-12
Dawn Kimble

Lyrics

“Those who don't feel this love pulling them like a river, those who don't drink the dawn like a cup of spring water or take in the sunset like supper, those who don't want to change, let them sleep.” – Rumi (13th Century poet) Rumi, Rumi, Oh Rumi, please, don't let me sleep. Wake me up. Wake me up, Rumi. Make me strong enough to be vulnerable. Make me solid enough to be open. Make me brave enough to surrender. Make me wise enough to be simple. Make me holy enough to be in my body. Make me present enough to be cosmic. Make me empty enough to be full. Make me loving enough to be peace. Make me powerful enough to be grateful. Make me connected enough to be one. Make me calm enough to be clear. Make me still enough to be joy. Make me holy enough to be in my body. Make me present enough to be cosmic. Make me empty enough to be full. Make me loving enough to be peace.
Dawn and Dave Kimble
2010-01-12
David M. Kimble

Story

This is a song about a young girl, not unlike young daughter...

Lyrics

She is young and free with time to wander on the shore. How I wish that it were me, but I can't do that anymore. I hurry on, no time to heal. She walks along the beach to feel The silence before the storm. So filled with wonder, she kneels to touch the sand. She can't hear the distant thunder, she's molding castles with her hand. The angry clouds, the powerful sea, The winds, they struggle to break free. But there is silence before the storm. Her hands are swift and learned beings building towers to the sky. The grains of sand are given meaning, she doesn't seem to need to try. The rain begins, she homeward runs. It seems that now, the end has come To the silence before the storm. She breathes a fog against the glass, a simple pain pulls at my heart, That as the rain and lightning pass, her sandy kingdom falls apart. But in her eye no tear has been. She's waiting there to feel again The silence before the storm.
Dawn and Dave Kimble
2010-01-12
David M. Kimble

Story

This is a tribute to the rhythm of the dance that men and women share.

Lyrics

Close the window, bar the door, the moon come ‘round again. No more the bane of all existence, I’m now more like a long, lost friend. I must admit to some anticipation. You don’t know how long it’s been. So close the window, bar the door, the moon come ‘round again. Sometimes a crescent wrench can’t save me, or chasing down bumps in the night. I once was cute and brave and smart. Now I can’t do anything right. What kind of system set things up with the scales of desire so skewed? Between testosterone and estrogen, testosterone is screwed -- or not... Close the window... Oysters are out, she’s vegetarian. Forget Viagra, it doesn’t last. And I’ve thought of slipping her some steroids, but then she’d prob’ly kick my ass. It seems the only aphrodisiac that ever really can deliver Is when the big ole full moon shines down on that great hormonal river. Ah yes… Close the window... Now, whether there’s a powerful magician living up beyond the sky, Or whether it’s Darwin helps us understand why we try and try and try, It makes no never mind at all. You see, I’ll tell you why: As long as that great Diana dances on, As long as that moon keeps on to fly. You know… If there’d been a new moon in the garden, that serpent wouldn’t o' had a prayer. There’s no way in hell an apple would have gotten him anywhere. You see, there’s no magic potion, or strong elixir with power so profound As when that certain time of that loony lunar cycle comes around. Close the window...
Dawn and Dave Kimble
2010-01-12
David M. Kimble

Story

This is a song (from personal experience) about how hard it is to remember the magic that children are.

Lyrics

Little child, so full of life, dragged along he's got no choice, Bored silly by a man who likes to hear his own voice. So the boy slides down and off the pew, Crawls beneath, behind, for a diff'rent view. He wants to show his mom what he can do, Only, momma can't see the angel. All she sees is that he's doing something wrong. Momma can't see the angel 'Til he's all grown up and gone. Daddy sits, hands on the keys, you know piano was his dream. But in his crazy, busy life can't find the time like it would seem. He works so hard to let his music flow. His little girl, she wants to join the show. She pounds a chord, sings out, her face aglow. Only, daddy can't see the angel. All he sees is that she's doing something wrong. Daddy can't see the angel 'Til she's all grown up and gone. You know a parent's job is hard, a tiny life trusted to you. But just remember long ago, we all were tiny angels too. Don't beat yourself up with each new mistake. You gotta try to give yourself a break. And for your own and for the angel's sake, please: Struggle to see the angel. Though it's been hard since the whole damn thing began. Struggle to see the angel, And know you're doing the best you can.
Dawn, Dave, and Salem Kimble
2010-01-12
David M. Kimble

Story

This song was written when Reagan was waging the Contra war in El Salvador. It struck me that he called the Contras "Freedom Fighters" and the opposition "Terrorists". The sad truth about this song is that here we are, over 20 years later, and we had to change a one phrase in the lyrics (the original "safety of our money" is changed to "safety of our oil supply") to bring it into the present.

Lyrics

I'm in a small town. I'm in a state of confusion. I'm in a country that doesn't seem to give a damn. We are responsible for so much pain and destruction. Did we not learn a thing from Viet Nam? And yet we claim to be supporting democracy. So many freedom fighters to be freed. But to the powerless, it's just hypocrisy. We import their cash crops, export our greed. What have we come to when the safety of our oil supply Becomes more important than the sanctity of life? We say freedom is the principle we're fightin' for. But when we make war, how can freedom survive? And yet we claim... We're not a small town. We're not a State or a country. We are travelers on this little ball of mud. And our passport gives us just the right of passage. We have no right to enslave or shed blood. And yet we claim...
Dawn and Dave Kimble
2010-01-12
David M. Kimble

Story

A song about the pain of breaking up.

Lyrics

You want to leave. You want to stay. You want to understand how love can fade away. You're telling me you think your love is gone. And I can see it's up to me to try to carry on. I don't understand. I've got so much confusion here. What once seemed like forever didn't last the year. It's not clear to me what it was all about. But I know leavin' seems a lousy way to try to work things out. I don't know what it is that I should do. I just can't picture me without you. I wish that there was something I could say. I guess it wouldn't matter, anyway. 'Cause you're going to do what you think you have to do. And you're leavin', that's what all the signs are pointing to. And it's time for me to start to face the fact That it's a hopeless dream to think you're ever coming back. I don't know what it is that I should do... You wanted out. You were looking for a smoother ride. Well, smooth can only come if you have distance. It wasn't always easy, living closely side-by-side. But we only will get stronger with a little resistance. You say goodbye, and I watch you go. And you take more of me with you than you'll ever know. You say time will heal, and life goes on. But I can feel, it's very real, some of the hope is gone. I don't know what it is that I should do...
Dawn, Salem, and Dave Kimble
2010-01-12
Dawn Kimble

Lyrics

Strength of the buffalo, be in my body. Spirit of the songbird, soar in my heart, (2X) And I shall be free. And I shall know of freedom. Radiant warmth of sun, relax my body. Wisdom of the flower, bloom in my soul, (2X) And I shall be free... Spirit of burning fire, teach me how to focus. Movement of the water, teach me to surrender, (2X) And I shall be free... Ever present air, teach me to be everywhere. Nourishing mother earth, teach me interbeing, (2X) And I shall be free... Peace of this moment, fill my awareness. Love of Great Spirit, make us as one, (2X) And I shall be free...
Dawn and Dave Kimble
2010-01-12
David M. Kimble

Story

The phrase "falling" in love is so apt. It can feel like you dropped...

Lyrics

Did the sun come out today? Why should I care? What does it matter, If I can’t see it on your face? Is the spring on its way? How would I know when the warmth of your presence Is nowhere near this place? I claim no rational thought here. It makes no sense at all. Look at the havoc you’ve wrought here. My heart has taken the fateful fall. What am I supposed to do? I don’t understand it, I sure can’t control it, I’m in uncharted terrain. I guess I’m obsessed with you. Your lingering image, your flavor, your essence Washes over me like rain. I claim no rational thought here... Did the sun come out today? Is the spring on its way?
Dawn and Dave Kimble
2010-01-12
David M. Kimble

Story

This is a song about the unlikely I was 13 when I met Dawn. With what any 16-year-old knows about love and relationship, our 35-year relationship and 30-year marriage is truly a miracle.

Lyrics

I can't believe my life has brought me here to you. And I can't believe your life brought you to this place too. It was too much to hope for, with so much to fear. We've got a miracle alive and well, right here. Is there a master plan of which we play a part? Or is it a game of chance -- we gamble with our heart? I don't think it matters, as long as you're near: We've got a miracle alive and well, right here. Were we just lucky? Were we just blessed? We were just children. Who would have guessed? Who could have guessed? Love is a paltry word worn thin with overuse. And joy sounds so puerile that it just serves to confuse. Still I continue, trite but sincere: We've got a miracle alive and well, right here. Where do we learn to love someone our whole life through? And how could I know for me that someone would be you? Time passes quickly, but year after year: We've got a miracle alive and well, right here.
Dawn and Dave Kimble
2010-01-12
David M. Kimble

Story

A song in search for the meaning of life...

Lyrics

What is this life, if not to live it fully with feeling? What are our dreams, a glimpse beyond what now is known. What is the pain if not the proof that we are healing? What is the love, a sign that we are not alone? We get no second chance to live this life we're given. Remember every precious day It's in the feelings that we know that we are living -- all the way. Don't you hear what I say? What is this life... Nobody else can make you realize your dreams. Don't ever let them fade away. Hold on no matter how improbable it seems -- start today. Don't you hear what I say? What is this life... The pain of grief means that you gave your heart completely. Don't have it any other way. Sadness prepares a space for joy to enter sweetly -- it's okay. Don't you hear what I say? What is this life... Sometimes it feels we're born, we live, we die alone. Don't let that lead your heart astray. All that we leave this world is how much love we've shown along the way. Don't you hear what I say? What is this life...(2x)
Dawn and Dave Kimble
2010-01-12
David M. Kimble

Story

This song takes on the logical flaw that "someday" has any value.

Lyrics

Someday's always just around the corner. Someday never knocks upon your door. Someday never visits you at tea time. But you're convinced you need to wait a little more. Someday never shows up on your back porch. Someday never calls you on the phone. You can wait for it forever, it's the day right after never, Someday's a place that time can't ever go. You always wanted to write poetry, But long ago somebody told you yours was dumb. And some part of you laid buried deep believed that it was true. And the spark of muse inside of you went numb. Still, every now and then you feel the urge. But with your schedule it’s so hard to find the time. So you make yourself a promise that you doubt you will fulfill, That someday you’ll return to words and rhyme. Someday's always... You know your current job is killing you With all the hours and all the energy it takes. It seems your life is nothing more than eating, sleeping, work. And you dare not think how little sense it makes. But, periodically, you glimpse the dream That you can have your life, and still afford to eat. So, with your best determination, you insist that someday soon You’ll finally get the nerve to hit the street. Somedays always... Now it's just fine to make your future plans. And it makes sense to plant your seeds and push your plow. But, if you lose today in hopes of some tomorrow still unseen, You've forgotten that the only time is now. Somedays always...
Dawn and Dave Kimble
2010-01-12
John Bucchino

Story

We've loved John's music since we first saw him in Des Moines in the early '90s.

Lyrics

In a restaurant by the sea, On a liquid afternoon, For a moment eyes collide And the world's periphery. Now your pupils learn the sun To reflect it brighter back. In a moment I'll come to And retrieve a sip of wine, But for now, I drink you in. Inches separate our hands. When I move to close the gap, You won't clutch or draw away As too many have before. For a moment eyes collide And reality's the dream, With the wine wet on your lips And a tear moist in my eye. In a restaurant by a sea, On a liquid afternoon... For a moment...
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