Steve Eulberg
2007-07-10

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Steve Eulberg
2007-07-10
©2005 Steve Eulberg & Jeff Lilley

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Inspired by the words of William Shedd, it took a boatbuilder's love and experience of the craft to finish this beauty up right.

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1.A ship may be safe in a harbor, At anchor close to the shore Yeah, a ship may be safe in a harbor, But that ain't what ships were made for. A child may be safe in a mother's arms, There may be safe from harm A child may be safe at home But that ain't what a child was made for. Chorus: Ships were made for sailin' across the high seas More ships and sailors rot in the port, Than ever are drowned in the sea. (x2) 2.When you’re riding the anchor, and the shore is alee and you smell a storm on the breeze, Call up the captain, shorten the sail, Seek safe harbor, or run to the sea. Chorus 3. Help your children to lay a strong keel, Teach them to loft a fair line They’ll build their vessel with beauty and care, And launch on the rising tide. Chorus 4. A ship may be safe in a harbor, At anchor close to the shore Yeah, a ship may be safe in a harbor, But that ain't what ships were made for. That ain’t what a child was made for That ain’t what you were made for.
Steve Eulberg
2007-07-10
©2006 Steve Eulberg

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patriotism for grown-ups, i gotta be the change i wanna see

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There once was a land where a lady would stand With her lamp raised at the golden door Saying, “bring me your huddled masses, tired and poor” Now that welcome don’t seem so welcome any more O—I miss America. There once was a place where the whole human race Could yearn to breathe free—haven of liberty— Land of the brave, home of the free Today the fearful forfeit freedom for a lock and key O—I miss America. O say, can you see me, I’m your neighbor Like you I struggle and labor I pull my own weight and do my share And believe, yes I dare That though we may differ Together we are stronger than apart E pluribus unum O¬—we are America. There once was a time where speaking your mind Was a sign that you stood up like a grown man And the strong one protected the weak one Now the self-righteous belittle the meek one O—I miss America. Oh what do you do when the red, white and blue Become a cloak to hide dirty laundry And a muffle to choke those who disagree And the emblem no longer serves to set us free? O—I miss America. Have you ever heard of a high-flying bird Who can soar the sky with one wing missing? Today I stand in my native land Turn off the TV and I step out my door To neighbor and stranger I offer my hand Saying, “this land it is your land…This land it is my land” E pluribus unum O¬—we are America. O¬—we are America.
Steve Eulberg
2007-07-10
©2002 Steve Eulberg

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Remember those hot summer nights when you swung forward and back for miles going nowhere?

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The mail man’s come and gone Brought a letter from my old Mom ¬Still singin the same ol' song, just like this porch swing, swingin' forward, swingin' back Just like this porch swing, Her train never jumps the track. So reliable, Undeniable, Certifiable .....Porch swingin' I sit here wonderin’ why I bother to reply Can I take a chance And learn some brand new steps In this Old Time dance Or am I just caught up in a trance? My old dog’s sittin’ here Seems there’s nothin’ he do fear Just stick his nose into the air And take a whiff of what’s over there And then he lay back down I wonder where it will end? Too tired to break Unwilling to bend No more tears will I weep Got my soul to keep Rock myself to sleep The mail man’s come and gone Brought a letter from my old Mom.
Steve Eulberg
2007-07-10
©2002 Steve Eulberg

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inspired by a quote from Erasmus of Rotterdam, humanist philosopher of the Reformation era.

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Growing up in an uneasy time, with blue stars on the windows Some sons had enlisted, others had to go Some others said their conscience wouldn't let them carry a gun Still others left for Canada and were soon forgotten Looking for some guidance from the fathers of the town The doctor said, "just bomb 'em to hell", the preacher said, "let's pray." Another standing silently, torn by memory He shook his head and shuddered, mumbling he said, "These eyes of mine have seen what these lips can never tell the bloodrush of the battle the agonies of hell-- "War is sweet to those who never taste it Life is cheap when it ain't yours you're wastin'." Everyday he threw the papers, read headlines in the rain He opened up the magazines, saw photos of the slain Each night the news at six-o'clock brought pictures of pain The flag had been unfurled, but with wounded blood was stained Images of shame, confusion and blame Heroes fighting, heroes falling, heroes marching to bring them home. Hawks and doves in battle, wherever people meet Ten thousand, thousand voices chanting in the streets:
Steve Eulberg
2007-07-10
©2001 Steve Eulberg (inspired by Martin Niemöller)

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It took many years to set this inspiring quote to music. In March 2006 I was able to sing it at all my concerts in Berlin, Germany, most notably St. Annen Kirche, the church from which Niemöller was arrested in 1937, and which refused to accept the replacement pastor sent by the Nazis.

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When they first came for the Communists I said nothing.... When they came for the union workers I said nothing.... Nothing, I said..... Not a word did I speak Nothing, I said..... Not a word from me. When they next came for the Gypsies, I said.... When they came for all of the Jews, I said... When they came for the Catholics, I said.... I was a Protestant, who did not protest, I said nothing.... When at last they came for me, There was no one, they said.... When at last they came for me, There was no one, they said.... Nothing, they said.... There was no one left to speak Nothing, they said.... There was no one left for me...
Steve Eulberg
2007-07-10
©2002 Steve Eulberg

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Here's why I do what I do! For the beauty of it....

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Rippling wave of a bounding squirrel Jumping rope of a knee-socked, little girl Waving bounce of an ebony curl I'm grateful for beauty in the world, I'm grateful for beauty in the world. The wounded soul, now re-made whole Tattered heart, no longer torn apart The clasping hands of long-time enemies, A healing sight for those with eyes to see. Breath of lavender in the Spring Honey-suckle whisper as the crickets sing Scented touch that rose petals bring I'm grateful for beauty in the world, I'm grateful for beauty in the world. The wounded soul.... Purple heather on the mountainside Tender glance 'tween an aged pair of eyes Giggle of a growing infant child, I'm grateful for beauty in the world I'm grateful for beauty in the world
Steve Eulberg
2007-07-07
©1998 Steve Eulberg & Jeff Lilley

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There's nothing like the sound of a woman There's nothing like the sound of a woman There's nothing like the sound of a woman in love When she's in love with you. 1. When she is searching for someone to blame; When "Honey" falls from her lips in the shape of your name. When she finds no words, just breathes a sigh When she bids you a tearful "goodbye." 2. When she brings your children into the world, When she asks you to do once more, what you didn't do before. When her eyes are ablaze in passion’s fire When she purrs, content in her desire.
Steve Eulberg
2007-07-10
Steve Eulberg (1997, adapted from a poem by Felice Holman)

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The trees ask me, And the sky, And the sea asks me Who am I? The grass asks me, And the sand, the rocks ask me Who I am? The wind tells me At nightfall, And the rain tells me Someone small. Someone small Someone small But a piece of it all.
Steve Eulberg
2007-07-10
Steve Eulberg ©1990

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First written in 1987 while visiting the veincidades being rebuilt by hand after the earthquake in Mexico City. I was working in an inner city church and building brick patios and wooden decks 1/2 time...but here I smelled no diesel and could hear the birds sing! I keep singing it, after the San Francisco earthquake in 1989, September 11th, the New Year's Tsunami, Hurricane Katrina...rock on rock.

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Rock on Rock, We build up the ancient rubble Block on Block, We shall restore the former ruins. Stone on Stone, We reconstruct the broken walls Brick on Brick, We resurrect abandoned homes. We shall repair the ruined cities The devastation Of many generations. So let the famine come The floodwaters flow The earthquake roar its mighty roar The rumble and grumble and tumble of war Crackle of fire, munch of the termite The tinkle of shattering glass; the wheeze of the plague's last gasp...
Steve Eulberg
2007-07-10
Steve Eulberg ©2003

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My dad always said he chased mom until she "caught" him. Many times it takes a change in perspective to truly see.

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At the age of two, he didn’t know the word “escape” But when he found the playpen had a missing slat He calmly climbed outside and ambled down the street ’Til his frightened mama pulled him to her side: He didn’t know he was lost until she found him Didn’t know how far away he strayed Didn’t know he was lost Didn’t know he was lost He didn’t know he was lost until she found him Coming back home from a camping trip He was glad the town survived The big storm, the fire, the flood last night Searching for his dad he was startled to be Wrapped up in his sobbing father’s arms He didn’t know he was lost until he found him… Her blue-eyed smile and tender, thoughtful ways Led him down a long-forgotten trail He was surprised by the tears in his eyes When he saw her behind the wedding veil, He whispered, I didn’t know I was lost until you found me Didn’t know how far away I strayed Didn’t know I was lost Didn’t know I was lost I didn’t know I was lost until you found me Until you found me.

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Steve Eulberg
2007-07-10
Steve Eulberg ©1983

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You and I agree We should live apart But the miles that lay between us now Are tearing up my heart So as I “now I lay me down” And pray your soul to keep Don’t think I can take the ache within So I begin to weep I feel sad, so sad To be here without you I feel sad, so sad To see that I’m alone Though I look at you And I’m glad That you like to live your living Still I feel so sad When I cannot come along And the miles may be blessings Wrapped up in newsprint grey The whole thing looks exciting In the light of day But now, the daylight sun is stepping out And the darkness elbows in And I feel sad I like to be my own man And you desire your freedom So far I see it working out For the best for you and me But what can I do with my heart So full of confusing feelings? My guitar’s sitting here with me We sing this memory: BREAK And the miles…
Steve Eulberg
2007-07-10
Traditional American Tune

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Love, O Love, O careless love! (3x) O look what love has done to me! Once I wore my apron low (3x) You'd follow me thru wind and snow Now my apron strings won't tie (3x) You pass my cabin door right by. You pass my door, you pass my gate (3x) But you won't get by my "38" What O what will Mama say (3x) When I come home the family way? She'll tear her hair, she'll bide her tongue (3x) She did the same when she was young What, O what will Papa say? (3x) He ain't my real pa anyway.
Steve Eulberg
2007-07-10
©1998 Steve Eulberg & Jeff Lilley

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Ch: Set your back to the setting sun Leave behind you what's left undone. Lay your head down, your rest is won Set your face to the place where you'll see tomorrow come Set your back to the setting sun. V1 When your day ends dark & stormy And a hole's worn through your soul Turn loose your hold on the burdens that you carry & Fix your sight back on your journey's goal. Instrumental V2 When you’re weary from pulling in the harness You’re shoulders chafed & sore Tend to your wounds and soothe your aching muscles & heed the words of one who's gone before: