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Prelude
00:28
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2. |
Kinzua, Here We Go!
02:04
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Twenty miles – Here we go!
We are on the open road
We are going, we are going, to Kinzua
Where the great bridge once had stood
Now a pile of iron and wood
We are going, we are going, to Kinzua
Fallen trees cover the ground
A tornado knocked them down
In the valley, in the valley of Kinzua
The eighth wonder of the world
Tumbled in a windy whirl
In the valley, in the valley of Kinzua
Here we go! Here we go! Here we go, go, go!
Through endless mountains we wander
Such sights we will behold
On the road! On the road! On the open road!
Beware the Nittany Lions
Black bears, bobcats, and toads
In just ninety-four work days
Forty men the bridge did raise
In the valley, in the valley of Kinzua
They built Tracks Across the Sky
Three hundred and one feet high
In the valley, in the valley, of Kinzua
Through the Pennsylvania Wilds
This great track had run for miles
‘Cross the valley, ‘cross the valley of Kinzua
‘Neath the arches, I was told
A bank robber hid his gold
In the valley, in the valley of Kinzua
Here we go! Here we go! Here we go, go, go!
Through endless mountains we wander
Such sights we will behold
On the road! On the road! On the open road!
Beware the Nittany Lions
Black bears, bobcats, and toads
Here we go! Here we go! Here we go, go, go!
Through endless mountains we wander
Such sights we will behold
On the road! On the road! On the open road!
We'll search for buried treasure
We'll find our weight in gold
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3. |
Cloud 9
03:25
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Sunbeams are filling the sky
It’s got me wondering why
My days are so blue
When you would be true
To me, We could be on Cloud 9
You look at me, and you say
‘I’ll love you through all my days’
I know that it’s true
But I’d rather be blue
My love for you I can proclaim
You are frustrated and sad
Only when we touch are you glad
But that’s not my style
I wish that you’d smile
And tell me it isn’t so bad
That’s not your job, this I know
But I wish your mean words would go
I know that you’re sad
But it’s all not that bad
And you are the star of your show
Our love flows even and calm
It’s not like passion, so strong
This could be healthy
Are we meant to be
Happy ever after all
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4. |
Going Nowhere
03:14
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I am riding my bike
I will do what I like
I am going nowhere
I will climb the glass stair
If I drop my burden
I will be a-hurtin’
For that stair will crumble
In a mighty rumble
I, I, I! Me, Me, Me!
I can sing Do Re Mi
I must be entitled
Come to my recital
I will sign a contract
Then I will be paid back
For this heavy burden
Boy, am I a-hurtin’
Persistent integration of what he gives to you
Just swallow what is given, or else define the food
No one can take this from me, and put it on the shelf
I must walk the valley. There is nobody else.
I am riding my bike
I will do what I like
I am going nowhere!
Why does nobody care?
Someone must repay me
For the weight I carry!
So I walk my glass stair
Stamp my feet without a care
Any way the wind blows
You can see through my holes
Fame, it blows my hair back
I am on the fast track
Oh! Dear me! You haven’t heard?
Crystal steps I do deserve
I proceed hastily
So no one can catch me
When I lay down to sleep
All my fears, they grow deep
With no one to impress,
My life seems a strange mess
The stair grows slippery
Won’t somebody help me
Try on my fancy dress
To escape this duress
Consistent degradation of what was once held true
Just swallow what is given, or else define the food
Examine my denial of that beyond myself
I will stand my trial. There is nobody else
I am riding my bike
I will do what I like
I am going nowhere!
Why does nobody care?
Someone must repay me
For the weight I carry!
I’ve broken my glass stair
Stamped my feet without a care
credits
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5. |
He Cannot Heal Her
03:48
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He cannot heal her
He cannot heal her
She will not believe the hurt
He cannot heal her
Why does my mind work to tire me?
Why am I always trying to be
Something beyond what is near to me
Who has programmed me?
She learns to feel the hurt
She yearns to heal the hurt
Tries to conceal it in turn
He cannot heal her
Who forged the knife that created me?
Who has decided that I must be
Stuck here? My race feeds on infamy.
Who has programmed me?
She turns and faces the hurt
Vows to reclaim what was hers
She learns to carry the work
He cannot heal her
He cannot heal her
He cannot heal her
She will reclaim what was hers
He cannot heal her
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6. |
Truth Surrounds
03:53
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O, human!
There stand you
bent
but yet not
broken
A lightning rod of energy
Imperfect arc of light and dark
Diadem duality
The night will come
and it will die
Transformed
once more
to that which we have
Lost
Desired,
longed for
until, once again it
Changes
into
that which we have
Now
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7. |
Intermission
04:23
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8. |
I Had Waited
05:11
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I had waited for someone like you
All of my life, I had waited for somebody who’d
Show me the way, not lead me astray
Someone to teach me, he who could reach me
I had waited for someone like you
All of my life I’d been longing for someone, it’s true
I had been looking and longing for somebody who'd
Help me to find my own peace of mind
Seek out the path, the one that could last
I had waited for someone like you
And I believe it is time now; Our moment is through
I’ve got to stand on my own now; Alone without you
The light’s inside me, you cannot guide me
I’m filled with fright but I know my own might
I’ve been waiting to pull myself through
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9. |
Thanksgiving Hymn
05:29
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Thank you for our mountains, their peaks so tall and fair
Thank you for our prairies, their dusty golden air
Thank you for our waters, the rivers, lakes and streams
Thank you for our smoothing sands and for the deep blue sea
Thank you for our forests, the maples pines and more
Oaks and birches tower above the mossy floor
Thank you for our tundras, those lichens clinging long
The rain, the snow, the lightning bolts, that shine from heav'n above
Thank you for our cities, those points of metal gleam
Thank you for our railroads; electric, diesel, steam
Thank you for our airplanes; those grand jetliners soar
The thinking, dreaming, weighing mind; creating ever more
Thank you for our bounty: our veggies and our meats
All the living creatures; our friends and noble feast
Thank you for our laughter, our tears and furrowed brows
Thank you for the strength to love, the courage to know how
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10. |
Central PA
02:49
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Pack up the car
Prepare to drive far
We are northwestern bound
Through coal mountain towns
Stay up all night
When there's no moonlight
And see the galaxies
Unfolding for thee
Set up the scope
We can only hope
There are no clouds tonight
Just galactic light
A shooting star
There will be much more
Here in the joyful dark
Astronomy Park
Jupiter's moons
The Pleiades swoon
Here in the joyful dark
Pennsylvania Park
Andromeda
Cassiopeia
Here runs the Milky Way
In Central PA
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11. |
Journey Celeste
02:12
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12. |
Postlude
11:50
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Erica Corbo Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Captain E. Corbo 022487, is a human being hailing from the Earthly metropolis of Philadelphia. Capt. Corbo composes and performs her original music with the aid of Berta, the time machine, and her brave and loyal crew: trusty co-pilot: Pietra Piano, adept maintenance woman: Flora Flute, and Erica’s very own alter ego: Viva Voice. ... more
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