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Many Voices
03:29
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Words and Music by Greg Kelly
He wandered along by the side of the road
Looking like the weight of the world was on his shoulders
I asked him what his troubles were
As he looked at me with vacant eyes
He was young but he seemed much older
He told me he’d been thinking ‘bout all he’d lost
By making the wrong choices
He sat with me and talked and talked and talked
In many voices
Measuring words by the pound it seemed
He tried to be much stronger than was needed
He looked into his troubled heart and he told me
He had finally conceded
He could no longer be the man he was before
He couldn’t stand the noises
He talked and talked and talked and talked and talked and talked
In many voices
Hold on to the dreams you have
Don’t let them go or you will be forgotten
Step inside the whirlwind of your heart and dream the dreams
Yet to be gotten
You can be the one you want if you choose
To walk to what is joyous
And give yourself permission to talk and talk and talk
In many voices
And give yourself permission to talk and talk and talk
In many voices
In many voices
In many voices
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2. |
Broken Voices
03:14
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Words and Music by Gibson Himbeault and Greg Kelly
When broken voices fill the air
With empty pockets of despair
Vacant eyes get lost among the lies
We cannot find a reason to
Make sense of all the things we do
Do you think we even ought to try?
When all we want is someone else
To lean on for our troubled selves
And give our broken voices a home
And give our broken voices a home
Broken voices brilliant lies
Is it truth or some disguise?
Open hearts don’t mean an open mind
Can we find a reason to
Try and find a reason to
Do you think we even ought to try?
When all we want is someone ese
To lean on for our troubled selves
And give our broken voices a home
And give our broken voices a home
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3. |
Tattooed Heart
03:38
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Words and Music by Greg Kelly
Taking a moment and going within
Searching for some kind of meaning
Closing my eyes to open my heart
Finding a thought and keep gleaning
There’s a whole world beyond; it invites me
Wanting me to be a part
Inside of me is a map of my world
Tattooed into my heart….
Shining a light on my shadows
To see what is hiding within
The more that I show, the more I can see
And the silence breaks through the din
There’s a whole world beyond; it invites me
Wanting me to be a part
Inside of me is a map of my world
Tattooed into my heart….
Looking straight in the mirror
Hungry for the reveal
The more I can see, the more I can show
And the sooner exposed wounds can heal
There’s a whole world beyond; it invites me
Wanting me to be a part
Inside of me is a map of my world
Tattooed into my heart
Inside of me is a map of my world
Tattooed into my heart…..
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4. |
Into Your Mirror
03:39
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Words and Music by Greg Kelly
We went down by the water last night
To catch reflections of the old moonlight
And wish upon a star
if there happened to be one
So many wishes do not come true
But if I had a wish, I’d wish you
Would hold me in your arms
At least until the sun came up
Watching the river flow to the sea
Watching the world rolling right through me
And into your mirror
Holding a moment that won’t stand still
Holding a memory, I probably always will
As I keep looking deeper
We strolled over to a little café
Had a glass of courage and started to say
Every little thing
that must mean something
Little inhibitions attempt to hide
Words that are there but can only describe
The feelings that we hold
Hey they gotta mean something
We went down by the water last night
To catch reflections of the old moonlight
And wish upon a star
If there happened to be one
And hey, there happened to be one
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5. |
Sometimes a Phone Call
04:14
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Words and Music by Greg Kelly
Sometimes life will get me down
And I feel there’s no way to explain
What I’m feeling in my soul
As I try to work through all the pain
Sometimes I need a little nudge
To help to get me through these times
Sometimes a phone call from a friend
Makes all the difference in the world
It doesn’t matter where I am in life
Old friends help to make things right
Sometimes it takes a word or two
Or maybe sit in silence for a time
Perhaps I’ll start to write a song
Or stop making music for a while
Sometimes it takes a little nudge
To stop from thinking ‘bout myself
Sometimes a phone call from a friend
Makes all the difference in the world
It doesn’t matter where we are in life
Old friends help to make things right
Sometimes I need a little nudge
To help to get me through these times
Sometimes a phone call from a friend
Makes all the difference in the world
Sometimes a phone call from a friend…..
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6. |
When I Found You
03:56
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Words and Music by Don Bray and Greg Kelly
While I was waiting on a corner for the light to turn
Scanning the streetscape unaware
I was looking for an answer, but I kept stalling
I was trying to find something to compare…to
I swear the answer came in just an instant
A lightning bolt straight out of the blue
An affirmation right between the eyeballs
That’s what I found when I found you
That’s what I found when I found you
While was looking for a reason I kept rolling
Driving to a landscape quite unknown
As I tried to find an answer, I kept stalling
I didn’t recognize what I’d been shown
I swear the answers came in just an instant
A lightning bolt straight out of the blue
An affirmation right between the eyeballs
That’s what I found when I found you
That’s what I found when I found you
There’s so much to keep our eyes on
As we ride straight on through
Once we looked to the horizon
That’s when I knew we’d follow through
While we were looking for a reason to quit stalling
From heading to a landscape quite unknown
As we tried to find an answer we kept rolling
'Til we finally recognized what we’d been shown
I swear the answer came in just an instant
A lightning bolt straight out of the blue
An affirmation right between the eyeballs
That’s what I found when I found you
That’s what I found when I found you
(repeat last three lines, then repeat last two lines)
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7. |
What The Hell
03:15
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Words and Music by Greg Kelly
Morning sky is heavier today
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you say
I’m not sure it matters anyway
What the hell
My mood is heavier today
Like the clouds, it really is quite grey
Morning sun stays out of the way
What the hell
What the hell? What the hey?
What the fuck? Who’s to say?
Ain’t no difference if I pray
What the hell…
I would like to see you face to face
I would like to know just where I place
Besides last, in my fall from grace
What the hell
What the hell? What the hey?
What the fuck? Who’s to say?
Ain’t no difference if I pray
What the hell…
Time to change the rhythm of my life
Time to find what’s wrong and make it right
Time to face whatever is my plight
What the hell, heh, what the hell
What the hell? What the hey?
What the fuck? Who’s to say?
Ain’t no difference if I pray
What the hell…
(…Yet I still pray)
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8. |
South Saskatchewan
04:57
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Words and Music by Christina Marchant
Well the angel of death, he hovered o’er your bed
And the circle of women chanted and rattled in prayer around your head
And I felt your sweetheart reach out his arms to you
Now you follow the flow of the swollen South Saskatchewan
Merge with the wild roses and red clover
Maybe dance again in the gardens of your dreams
I know we’ll meet again, when it’s all over
Do your demons rest softly on the other side of time?
Or does time accuse you of waiting and wanting and holding to what you had?
Can you feel eternal summer warming you now?
Now you follow the flow of the swollen South Saskatchewan
Merge with the wild roses and red clover
Maybe dance again in the gardens of your dreams
I know we’ll meet again, when it’s all over
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9. |
Hearts Collide
03:28
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Words and Music by Greg Kelly
There are dreamers just like you and me
There are schemers, who won’t give things for free
There are poets with verses taking flight
There are humans standing for their rights
These are moments when hearts collide
There are countries fighting never ending wars
There are students shouting out “No More!!”
There a movement with fire in its soul
Make a difference, and gain control
Take this moment, hold on for the ride
Cuz in this moment Hearts collide
You can take them to the limit
You can take them to the edge
Take them to the mountains
To the moment they fledge
There’s a silence
That helps us realize
That in this moment
Hearts collide
There’s a silence that breaks through all the noise
There’s a thunder, that shatters the poise
There’s a moment when you cannot run or hide
There’s a moment, we can’t deny
That’s the moment, hearts collide
You can take them to the limit
You can take them to the edge
Take them to the mountains
To the moment they fledge
There’s a silence
That helps us realize
That in this moment
Hearts collide
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10. |
Is This The Way
03:00
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Words and Music by Ingrid MacDonald and Greg Kelly
Young tree in a muddy brown field
Blue sky turning golden
Is this the way that spring should feel
Half melted, half frozen
Is this the way, is this the way. is this the way it feels?
Is this the way, is this the way, is this the way spring feels?
Is this the way?
My old dog, my very best friend
What we shared went unspoken
She went to heaven, leaving me
Half broken; half open
Is this the way, is this the way. is this the way it feels?
Is this the way, is this the way, is this the way grief feels?
Is this the way?
I don’t know where it’s coming from
This mix of joy and mourning
One life gone, one brand new
World forever forming
Don’t know where I’ve been before
Don’t know about tomorrow
All things change, don’t stay the same
We all keep moving forward
Young tree in a muddy brown field
Blue sky lost to evening
Good friends here to hold me strong
Half jaded, half believing
Is this the way, is this the way. is this the way it feels?
Is this the way, yes it’s the way, it’s the way to heal
Is this the way?
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11. |
Bloodshot Breath
04:28
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Words and Music by Greg Kelly
Whiskey breath and bloodshot eyes
Mirror shows his cheap disguise
He’ll search his soul for signs of life
Search his heart for wrong and right
He had it all now nothings left
But whiskey eyes and bloodshot breath
He heard the thunder, Touched the rain
Cleansed his soul, But he kept the pain
Saw the damage He had caused
Faced the truth, And all he saw
Was just a shell A man bereft
With whiskey eyes and bloodshot breath
Whiskey breath and bloodshot eyes
Mirror shows repeated lies
Felt the poison in his veins
There’s no way that he can explain
He watched his passions as they left
With whiskey eyes, and bloodshot breath
He had it all, now nothing’s left
But whiskey eyes and bloodshot breath
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Words and Music by Greg Kelly
Rainbows come, rainbows go
From the darkness, they are born
Brilliant light, darkened skies
No way forewarned
No protection from the storm
Rainbows come, rainbows go
Back to nothing, I suppose
Just a mystery, no pot of gold
No release from the norm,
No protection from the storm
Shine on you brilliant light
Wishes are made with innocent eyes
Wishing for something that may not arrive
Shine on, you brilliant light
Grant me the wish that I wish tonight
Protection from the storm
Rainbows come, rainbows go
Back to nothing, where they’re born
Still a mystery, no pot of gold
No release from the norm
No protection from the storm
Shine on you brilliant light
Wishes are made with innocent eyes
Wishing for something that may not arrive
Shine on you brilliant light
Grant me the wish that I wish tonight
Protection from the storm
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13. |
I'll Be Here for You
05:38
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Words and Music by Greg Kelly
I held you in the morning light,
After talking with you half the night
About what’s wrong and what is right with the world we live in
You touched my naked heart when you awoke
After giving me that sleepy look
I am but a page in your life’s book that I keep reading
You could walk away, or maybe you could stay
You could take my hand, you could learn to stand
You can learn to fly, you just have to try
I’ll be here for you, I’ll be here for you
I looked into your eyes and sang a song
A simple melody, you sang along
When something’s perfect how can it be wrong, when you believe it?
I will comfort you if you should fall
Lean on me, I will be your wall
Before you stand you must learn to crawl, learn to receive it
You could walk away, or maybe you could stay
You could take my hand, you could learn to stand
You can learn to fly, you just have to try
I’ll be here for you, I’ll be here for you
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Greg Kelly Ottawa, Ontario
Ottawa based singer -songwriter, performer and promoter, with 4 albums (Broken Windows, Slow Horses, Ghosts and Hearts Collide).
Songs of introspection, songs of life, songs of love, delivered from friend to friend.
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