Neal E. Winblad, LMFT (CA License No. LMF 28183)

Lyrics

"That I Would Be Good"

by Alanis Morissette

that I would be good even if I did nothing
that I would be good even if I got the thumbs down
that I would be good if I got and stayed sick
that I would be good even if I gained ten pounds

that I would be fine even if I went bankrupt
that I would be good if I lost my hair and my youth
that I would be great if I was no longer queen
that I would be grand if I was not all knowing

that I would be loved even when I numb myself
that I would be good even when I am overwhelmed
that I would be loved even when I was fuming
that I would be good even if I was clingy

that I would be good even if I lost sanity
that I would be good
whether with or without you

The Balance
by Graeme Edge

After he had journeyed,
And his feet were sore,
And he was tired,
He came upon an orange grove
And he rested
And he lay in the cool,
And while he rested, he took
to himself an orange and
tasted it,
And it was good.
And he felt the earth to his spine,
And he asked, and he saw
the tree above him, and
the stars,
And the veins in the leaf,
And the light, and the balance.
And he saw magnificent perfection,
Whereon he thought of himself in balance,
And he knew he was.

And he thought of those he angered,
For he was not a violent man,
And he thought of those he hurt
For he was not a cruel man
And he thought of those he frightened
For he was not an evil man,
And he understood.
He understood himself.

Upon this he saw that when
he was of anger or knew hurt
or felt fear,
It was because he was not understanding,
And he learned, compassion.

And with his eye of compassion.
He saw his enemies like unto himself,
And he learned love.
Then, he was answered.

 

Travellin' Prayer
by Billy Joel

Hey Lord, take a look all around
And I'd a-find where my baby's gonna be.
Hey Lord, would ya look out for her tonight
'Cause she is far across the sea.
Hey Lord, would ya look out for her tonight
And make sure that she's gonna be alright
And things are gonna be alright with me.

Hey Lord, would ya look out for her tonight
And make sure that all her dreams are sweet.
Said now, would ya guide her on the roads
And make them softer for her feet.
Hey Lord, would ya look out for her tonight
And make sure that she's gonna be alright
Until she's home and here with me.

Hey, Lord would ya look out for her tonight
If she is sleepin' under the sky.
Said now, make sure the ground she's sleepin' on
Is always warm and dry.
Ummm, don'tcha give her too much rain,
Try to keep her away from pain
Because my baby hates to cry.

Hey Lord, would ya look out for her tonight
'Cause it gets rough along the way.
Said now, this song seems strange is just because
I don't know how to pray.
Ummm, won'tcha give her peace of mind,
And if you ever find the time
Won'tcha tell her I miss her everyday.

Hey Lord, take a look all around
And I'd a-find where my baby's gonna be.
Hey Lord, would ya look out for her tonight
'Cause she is far across the sea.
Hey Lord, would ya look out for her tonight
And make sure that she's gonna be alright
Until she's home and here with me.
With me.

 

When I Paint My Masterpiece
by Bob Dylan

Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble,
Ancient footprints are everywhere.
You can almost think that you're seein' double
On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs.
Got to hurry on back to my hotel room,
Where I've got me a date with Botticelli's niece.
She promised that she'd be right there with me
When I paint my masterpiece.

Oh, the hours I've spent inside the Coliseum,
Dodging lions and wastin' time.
Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see 'em,
Yes, it sure has been a long, hard climb.
Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory,
When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese.
Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece.

Sailin' 'round the world in a dirty gondola.
Oh, to be back in the land of Coca-Cola!

I left Rome and landed in Brussels,
On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried.
Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin' muscles,
Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside.
Newspapermen eating candy
Had to be held down by big police.
Someday, everything is gonna be diff'rent
When I paint my masterpiece.

 

Ready for the Times to Get Better
by Crystal Gayle

I've got to tell you I've been rackin' my brain
Hopin' to find a way out
I've had enough of this continual rain
Changes are comin', no doubt

It's been a too long time
With no peace of mind
And I'm ready for the times
To get better

You seem to want from me what I cannot give
I feel so lonesome at times
I have a dream that I wish I could live
It's burnin' holes in my mind

It's been a too long time
With no peace of mind
And I'm ready for the times
To get better

 

If I Were a Carpenter
by Bobby Darin

If I were a carpenter
And you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway
Would you have my baby

If a tinker were my trade
Would you still find me
Carrying the pots I'd made
Following behind me

Save my love through loneliness
Save my love for sorrows
I've given you my onliness
Come give me your tomorrows

If I worked my hands in wood
Would you still love me
Answer me babe say "yes I would
I'll put you above me"

If I were a miller
At a mill wheel grinding
Would you miss your colored blouse
Your soft shoe shining

If I were a carpenter
And you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway
Would you have my baby

Would you marry me anyway
And have my babyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Broken Glass
by Claudia Schmidt

I was walking through the broken glass last night and thought of you,
and I wondered where your reckless ways had brought you to?

My memories of you whorled me back to boilin’ blood and wrath,
and I wonder if you’ve stumbled on a lighter path?

Did you go out to the desert with the sun hot overhead?
Did the dry and the dusty heat make you wish you were dead?
Or, did the stark and the open spaces ease your urge to roam?
Did it make you feel at last like you were home?

Or, did you go out to the woods where the silver poplars sing?
Did the quiet rustlin’ take away the city’s sting?
Did the white birds like suspended lightning strike the autumn glow,
and touch your heart with tenderness so you could grow?

I was walking through the broken glass last night and thought of you,
and I wondered where your reckless ways had brought you to?

A fiery mass of untapped power surgin’ in your breast,
I hope it found its way outside so you could rest!

Or, did you go up to the mountains where the air is clear and cold?
Did they give you back your tears; save you from growing old?
As hands and feet fought gravity all up the ancient wall,
I wonder, did you lose your ancient urge to fall?

The last time I saw you, you were strung dangerously high.
All your movements stiff and frightened and you could not cry;
suspicious of an honest mile, and looking for a fight;
the lonesome street your home, your only friend the night.

Now, wherever you may be tonight, I hope you’re pleased and calm;
that the air around you soothes you like a holy balm;
that your lonely anger hasn’t turned your insides inside out;
that you found the place some of us still dream about.

I was dancing through the broken glass last night and thought of you,
and I wondered where your reckless ways had brought you to?
All my memories of you whorled me back to boilin’ blood and wrath,
and I wonder if you’ve stumbled on a lighter path?

Oh I hope, perhaps, you have stumbled on a lighter path!

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