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The Beginning of a New Day - Lyrics
© Steve Unruh

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Square 1
Bach
Returning
Nighttime for a While
Flute and Rain
The Beginning of a New Day
Reaching for the Sky (the Lawn Chair song)
Lotus' Land



Square 1 Ė 4:26

They send the letter and the next day youíre out on the highway
They send the letter and the next day youíre out on the road
They send the letter and all semblance of sanity flies away
Pick up the letter and you carry the load

They send the message and the next day youíre up at the daybreak
They send the message and the next day youíre up at the dawn
They send the message and itís back to your own private earthquake
Got a day to decide what is right, what is wrong

And they send you down the river
And youíre sailing toward the falls
And youíre screaming to the sky
And thereís no reply at all

They send the letter and itís back to their down the wire
They send the letter and itís back to their tricks of the mind
They send the letter and you try to get truth from a liar
And the dreams of the heart are so far down the line

When they send you down that river
And youíre sailing toward the falls
And youíre screaming to the sky
And thereís no reply at all...

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Bach - 1:33

(instrumental)

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Returning - 10:38

I canít remember, maybe ten years old
But itís all blurred like a life
that flew by in front of an eye with a shutter speed way too slow
The memoryís there, but clouded
A crowded way of life shut the memories out
And who you knew before becomes irrelevant
A crowded way of life shut the memories out
And what you knew before - all forgotten

Another empty day, another silent hour
We have machines now to prove we have no messages
Another bill to pay, another office tower
Comes between us

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, discussing philosophy
Amazingly on top of it for a ten-year-old
I had the bright idea, I had the philosophy
That maybe what we had was all we needed
A little time, a little care
It seems a million miles ago
And I know I canít preserve it
It seems a millions miles away
And I know I canít remain

Sitting alone on the floor
Singing softly to myself
Trying to justify my own existence
I feel that bitter melancholic mood, pretentiously outlining
the applications of modern philosophy to my current
position

It seems a million miles ago
And I know I canít preserve it
It seems a million miles away
And I know I canít remain

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, discussing philosophy
Amazingly on top of it for a ten-year-old...

Life is a beautiful thing
Itís just a shame it holds so many tragedies
You have to go on with the hectic routine
Ignoring whatís knocking at your door

So here I am some years later, watching the embers glow
The image is there still engrained in my vision, but the fire is gone
Gather branches off the ground and set the sticks to burn
Strike the match upon the rock and feel the warmth return
Gather thoughts from years ago and lead them out from shelter
As I am trying to return

I could remember when I was ten years old
But it got blurred in life
It flew by in front of my eyes while I was blinking
Somehow my life got crowded
A clouded way of life shut the memories out
The search to find yourself becomes more relevant
A clouded way of life shut the memories out
But they canít be forgotten

So now I find Iím trying to hold on to yesterday
And the philosophy of a ten-year-old
Return to finally find myself
Fifteen years ago

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Nighttime for a while Ė 8:10

The morningís filled with lullabies
The nights are mostly silent
And I lie awake, saying...
Where is my home?
I canít even see it from here
Every day I just stray farther and farther
I turn on every light in this house, until they shine so bright itís blinding
But my way is not so bright, not like my mother and my father
Iíve nothing to fear, (at least nothing more than at day)
But itís at nighttime I just canít seem to keep my demons at bay
So many storms in my head, until my sanity spins away

Every day begins just as the day before
Drive down the freeway in the new black four-by-four
Leave behind houses that all look the same
Start the commute and try to stay sane

The last time you thought about home you thought about flying
Decided philosophyís not worth the pain
The last time you thought about life you thought about dying
And let the truck drift over in the wrong lane

And hopelessness surrounds you like the morning fog
And sounds you cannot recognize distract you and youíre frightened
And you feel the sticky helplessness as if youíre barely breathing
And youíre seething underneath and unenlightened
Direction comes so slowly if it ever comes at all
And you canít decide if you should drive the truck into the wall
And you wonder if thereís anyone whoís felt this same appalling sense
of being so small

And itís during these times that dying seems like heaven
And youíd love to be anywhere but here
But you finally get back at half past seven
And all you wanna do is just lay back and disappear

Philosophyís not worth the pain

Then sleep overtakes you like the kind and generous curtain
And somehow youíre back home
Seated at the table, pass the bread if you are able
Holding hands with all the loved ones never known
You dream of mother, you dream of father
You dream youíll get to dream again
You dream of lovers, you dream of laughter
You dream of one true friend

And itís alright, sleep tight, itíll stay nighttime for a while
And itís alright, sleep tight, itíll stay nighttime for a while...

Every day ends just as the day before
Fasten the locks, collapse on the floor
Living in houses that all look the same
Set the alarm and try to stay sane

But after all is said and done and hours of thought pass by
Weíre still left with moving on, apart, alone
And knowing thereís a place out somewhere I can never be
In a house that I will never call my home

But itís alright Ďcause itíll stay nighttime for a while
And itís alright Ďcause itíll stay nighttime for a while
And itís alright Ďcause itíll stay nighttime for a while
And itís alright... for a while...

The morningís filled with lullabies
The nights are mostly silent
And I lie awake...

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Flute and rain - 1:33

(instrumental)

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TheBeginning of a New Day - 26:20

PART I

I walk in a fair-line file, never ask never answer
You show me the way to turn, Iím new here
I come from a land far off where I once was a dancer
I guess thatís over now.

I walk in a fair-line file, never touch never talking
You show me the way to learn, Iím new here
I come from a land far off, with the door never locking
I guess thatís over now.

How do I feel? the voice asks from far away
The message floating through the air waves
I feel alone, so very very much alone
I guess youíre over me

ďBut, no (know), my son,Ē cries the voice from far away
ďThis is only temporary, this too will pass away
ďWe are here, so try not to be afraid
ďHold on, soon weíre coming
ďYou were always going somewhere
ďYou have always known this
ďYou were always more than you have been
ďEverything in circles, now itís time you were beginning
ďNow that youíre here, now that youíre hereĒ

Nevermore shall we carry the weight of our captors on our shoulders
Swim to shore, for there is more to living life than getting older...now

Open up your eyes, see the sun shine down
Feel the warmth given you for free
yourself, and free your heart
See the thin curtain fall
Hear the lies fed to us all
Listen to the sky
See the sun shining, shining

Donít cry mother, I am coming
Donít cry father, I can hear
I can hear the voices calling, ďRemember dear, remember dear, rememberĒ
And the time is quickly passing
Soon the moment will arrive
I can hear the calling asking ďRemember, rememberĒ
I have heard, my brothers I have heard
With greater clarity than words
Could it be, could it be
I have been set free?
From somewhere deep inside I rest assured
I see the thin curtain fall
I hear the lies fed to us all
I listen to the sky
And join the sun shining, shining

Iíve walked in a fair-line file never touch never talking
But youíve shown me the way to turn Ďtil Iím through here
Iíve strayed to a land far off, with the door ever locking
I guess thatís over now!

Donít cry mother, I am coming
Donít cry father Ďcause I can hear
I can hear the voices calling, ďRemember, remember...Ē
We are.

PART II

And now the time has come to move beyond those childhood ways
And how the visions of the future slowly fade
Stay! nothingís what it would have been
And everything is missing from this dream
Except this pale charade that others call reality

Images fleeting from my sight
Gone from the daydreams they once occupied
Clarity confused with blurs of color
Each the other, streaks of paint, or dust, or chalk upon the wall
Clarity fleeting from my grasp
I fall back in the mold where I was cast
Everything I thought was broken, everything I thought was wrong
Rose again, together now, to end the war that I had started

And now the time has come for all good men to gather up their arms
And summon all their courage for itís off to go to war

Every human being has its rights
But the world doesnít give a damn tonight
Sisters wanting something more worthwhile for them to do
Brothers waste their lives in line for corporate fools
Freed from chains by capitalist tax
We pay the price of freedom with our backs
The soul is lost, the soul is gone, we send it off by courier
To the nearest economic trading post

And who is she? who is she? sheís nobody of consequence
And who is he? who is he? well heís only one of many
And who are they? who are they? they are guardians and the pullmen
They are anchors of the corporate machine

Empty-souled and pigeonholed we dedicate the framework
Stereotype the neophyte and put him in a box
Wither in that cubicle!
Incarcerate the wildman!
Who is HE to say heís so complex?

And the dream spills over on my restless flight
And the night is over as the morning meets the modern dreamer
And my dream shall not die waking

We were always going somewhere, we have always known this
We were always more than we have been
Everything in circles now, itís time I was beginning
Now that I find myself here again

And the dream spills over on my restless flight
And the night is over as the morning meets the modern dreamer

And my dream shall not die waking as I see the morning sky
Over evergreen comes sunlight that the mountains cannot hide
Hear the crackling in the distance of an ever-stronger fire
See the sun rise in the eastern sky as the flame is lifted higher

High in the sky the song is flying above the eager waiting
Ten thousand strong all one in song illuminate the shading
Of city lights below us
Of thousands more unknowing
Down in the street cafť the jazz manís playing
A crowd has formed to watch and pour out heart and soul
They drink and talk about the dayís transactions
Is anybody listening?

Is anybody listening?

Applause, they hear the thunderous roar of thousands far away
Singing from their choir loft high above
Gazing high and wondering at this feeling they are missing
But the music only plays when someoneís listening
The music only plays when someoneís listening

(Gather branches off the ground and set the sticks to burn)

So who is she, who is... sheís a poet and a dancer
And who is he, who is he... can sing and play guitar
And who are they, who are they make beautiful creations
But the music only plays when someone listens

Who is she, who is... sheís a poet and a dancer
(Nowís the time for all good men)
And who is he, who is he, he can sing and play guitar
(To summon up their courage)
And who are they, who are they, make beautiful creations
(And gather up their arms for now)
But this song is not received by many ears
(Itís time to go to war)
Nowís the time for all good men to summon up their courage
Gather up your arms for now itís time to go to war

PART III

Nevermore shall we carry the weight of our captors on our shoulders
Swim to shore, for there is more to living life than getting older
Weíve been chained by beliefs of those who have come before us and
have chained ourselves by believing what they have told us
And now...
Your fatherís father on a boat escaped a captorís pen
He landed in America to find that heíd been jailed again
Hatred doesnít seem to die until we see the worth of women and men...
ALL women and men.

Break the chains of beliefs of those who have come before us
and release ourselves from believing what they have told us
And then
Nevermore shall we carry the weight of our captors on our shoulders
Swim to shore, for there is more to living life than getting older...
Now.

And the war, my friends, is in the soul
And the journey is the drive to gain control
And the war, my friends, is in the head
For there are those whoíd take freewill and lay it dead
And the war, my friends, is in the heart
And the strength of soul to finally make a start
And the war, my friends, is held within
Yet the answers will not come Ďtil we begin

And so youíre needing some conviction
A little something to get by
A little private revelation or inner motivation
Or elevation to the sky

This modern world has never cared about you
This modern world means nothing when you die
But underneath the earth has always held you
And there has always been a clean and open sky
And all the while the clock is ticking
Count all the hours we waste away
Another day, captivity
When all the while we should play...

So how many times have you stood in the middle of a field?
Smelled the flowers around you, heard a rushing brook?
And how many times have the flashing lights distracted you?
You could have seen the world around you, but you didnít take a look
And how many times did you lay the thought aside?
Put the poetís pen away Ďcause you couldnít find the paper?
And how many lies have you listened to today?
How many sunsets have you seen?
We should play...

Donít turn you back on what weíre given
Donít close your eyes, fall in line and fall away
Just take the time to feel the earth beneath you
And find a meaning to the dawning of the day.

Running down the river, echo in the canyon
Whisper on the highest plain
Singing in the desert, ebbing in the wetland
Everything is new again

Itís so easy living lies, and itís so hard to break away
But creationís here beginning her new day
Donít turn away.

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Reaching for the Sky (the Lawn Chair song) - 3:48

Well my friend youíre welcome to this lawn chair
And hereís an extra fishing line
Well we can waste the day just waiting for the sunset, I donít mind
My friend why do you call me crazy
Just Ďcause Iím staring at the wall
Imagination leaving for the blue sky, hereís the boarding call

And now Iím sitting at the edge of the ocean
Watching all the seagulls passing by
The turning tide can set the sails in motion
Reaching for the sky

My friend you try to understand me
With textbook psychotherapy
Might I suggest itís probably easier to interview a tree
And hey friend why do you look so frightened
Do you not want to come along?
Hey, all you need is one good friend, five minutes, and a song

And now Iím sitting at the edge of the ocean
Watching all the seconds passing by
The turning tide can set the sails in motion
Reaching for the sky

So my friend before you call me crazy
Pick up and heed the boarding call
Imagination see the blue sky just get staring at the wall
And my friend youíre welcome to this lawn chair
And hereís an extra fishing line
Well, we can waste the day just waiting for the sunset
I donít mind.

And now weíre setting at the edge of the ocean
Watching all the seagulls passing by
The turning tide can set the sails in motion
Reaching for the sky

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Lotusí Land - 3:26

(instrumental)




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Special thanks to Christopher Frick for the transcript.