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In the Nick of Time

by Jim Haptonstahl

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We cannot be late Must be on the dime We’ll avoid our fate In the nick of time Casual stroll under the sun Nowhere to go just to have fun It’s not the way, the way Casual stroll under the sun Nowhere to go just to have fun It’s not the way, the way to get things done . . . Rush to cross the street Tardy is a crime We’ll get on the beat In the nick of time Casual stroll under the sun Nowhere to go just to have fun It’s not the way, the way Casual stroll under the sun Nowhere to go just to have fun It’s not the way, the way to get things done . . . Nick of, the nick of, in the nick of time Nick of, the nick of, in the nick of time We don’t play fair (we just don’t care) It’s in the air (we’re on a tear) We don’t play fair (we just don’t care) It’s in the air (we’re on a tear) Mille-seconds pass Wallow in the grime Stepping on the gas In the nick of time Casual stroll under the sun Nowhere to go just to have fun It’s not the way, the way Casual stroll under the sun Nowhere to go just to have fun It’s not the way, the way to get things done . . . Nick of, the nick of, in the nick of time Nick of, the nick of, in the nick of time We don’t play fair (we just don’t care) It’s in the air (we’re on a tear) We don’t play fair (we just don’t care) It’s in the air (we’re on a tear) We scored a run (or was it none) The battle’s done (and no one won) We scored a run (or was it none) The battle’s done (and no one won) We cannot be late Must be on the dime We’ll avoid our fate In the nick of time
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Yes I Know 03:39
You’ve gone away like a child Far away in the wild Here I stay down here In the heartland, dear Put away my fear Know that you’ll appear For I know, that you’re comin’ back to me Yes I know, that you’re comin’ back to me Yes I know, that you’re coming back to me Yes I know, yes I know Touchin’ base with your brother Showin’ face to your mother Here I am alone I’m a man all grown Fighting the unknown Till you come back home For I know, that you’re comin’ back to me Yes I know, that you’re comin’ back to me Yes I know, that you’re coming back to me Yes I know, yes I know Since you’ve gone away Every night in bed I lay Thinking ‘bout you where you are And I see you, you’re a shining star Yes I know, yes I know You’ve gone away like a child Far away in the wild Here I stay down here In the heartland, dear Put away my fear Know that you’ll appear For I know, that you’re comin’ back to me Yes I know, that you’re comin’ back to me Yes I know, that you’re coming back to me Yes I know, yes I know Yes I know, yes I know Yes I know, yes I know
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Pulchra 04:27
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In the middle of the night You awaken with the fright of your dreams In the shadows and the light You float upstream beyond the windows past the doorway And as the rainy skies pour down Your vision falters as you stare at passing headlights You seek a love to hold you near You seek the silence and the calm of the starlight You are the apple of my eye You have a disposition warm, and sweet, and sunny Your shape endures within the dark Your eyes become like jewels aglow with milk and honey And as the rainy skies pour down Your vision falters as you stare at passing headlights You seek a love to hold you near You seek the silence and the calm of the starlight of the starlight In the middle of the night You awaken with the fright of your dreams In the shadows and the light You float upstream beyond the windows past the doorway And as the rainy skies pour down Your vision falters as you stare at passing headlights You seek a love to hold you near You seek the silence and the calm of the starlight of the starlight of the starlight of the starlight
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Lost in a Sunday, hear the earth sigh Sense a quiet sadness Lights on the window, moon in the sky Fret about my madness Nubile virgins in dreams left behind Sing like the winds on the sea Caught in the unconscious seams of my mind Can’t seem to set myself free Lines in the woodwork, lines in the streets Lines that lead to nowhere Jobs in the daytime, jobs for our eats Jobs that get us nowhere Nubile virgins in dreams left behind Sing like the winds on the sea Caught in the unconscious seams of my mind Can’t seem to set myself free . . . myself free I’m wholly wholly wholly blind Take my eyes but not my mind, I plead Kyrie Eleison, the lord is dead and so’s the son indeed…indeed Kyrie Eleison – Christe Eleison Kyrie Eleison – Christe Eleison Kyrie Eleison – Christe Eleison Kyrie Eleison – Christe Eleison Jets in the starlight, streams through the moon Shadows of the dying Cracks in the sidewalk, rain to come soon Sounds of children crying No time to sing for the sake of the fees No time to lay down and die Time for the spirit to take on the seas Time for the courage to fly . . . to fly . . . to fly . . . to fly
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Winds on the water, Winds on the water Flowing . . . Flowing Winds in the blue sky, Winds in the blue sky Blowing, blowing, blowing See from my window light through the tree See through the shadows all that can be Snow on the cold ground, Snow on the cold ground Gleaming . . . Gleaming Snow in the sunlight, Snow in the sunlight Beaming, beaming, beaming See from my window light through the tree See through the shadows all that can be Caught in the moment Timeless enrapture Spellbound and speechless Entranced in the capture Winds on the water, Winds on the water Flowing . . . Flowing Winds in the blue sky, Winds in the blue sky Blowing, blowing, blowing See from my window light through the tree See through the shadows all that can be See from my window light through the tree See through the shadows all that can be
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Live alone in a cave like a hermit Feed myself like a dog – I deserve it Go to work every day to preserve it now Write a song, can’t be long Seems so hard to do Spend my time drinking wine Down enough for two…or three I’ll be a star, you’ll see, you will see Dirty socks on the floor at my bedside Dishes lie in the sink where the bugs hide Sit in peace in the tub left with no pride now Write a song, can’t be long Seems so hard to do Spend my time drinking wine Down enough for two…or three I’ll be a star, you’ll see, you will see, you will see Write a song, can’t be long Seems so hard to do Spend my time drinking wine Down enough for two…or three I’ll be a star, you’ll see, you will see Met a girl in the park, she heard me playin’ Talked about how my long hair’s a’grayin’ Growing up by myself’s got me prayin’ now Write a song, can’t be long Seems so hard to do Spend my time drinking wine Down enough for two…or three I’ll be a star, you’ll see, you will see, you will see You’ll see, you will see…

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Songs written and recorded just in the nick of time - before the electoral apocalypse...and the coming revolution of compassion.

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released November 28, 2016

All music and lyrics by Jim Haptonstahl. Jim Hap on vocals, 6-and-12 string acoustic guitars, electric guitar, bass, drums, percussion, bells, theremin, claps, sound effects, whatever seemed right for the song. Cover photo: Jim Hap

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Jim Haptonstahl Oak Park, Illinois

Singer-songwriter Jim Haptonstahl creates a swirling tapestry of sound, evoking images of prairie land and sky-scapes mixed with voyages into deep recesses of the soul. With an assortment of six and twelve string guitars, vocal harmonies, percussion, and myriad other instruments, Haptonstahl explores a wide and eclectic sonic spectrum...from the meditative to the edgy, and always heartfelt. ... more

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