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BEING SOME EXCERPTS FROM RAMBLINGS OF THE VARIOUS CHARACTERS WHO LIVE, VISIT, OR WANDER WHERE THEY WILL GO TO WRITE
LETTERS TO STRANGERS


[ FROM THE ORLANDO SONGS EMAIL GROUP ]
(among others listed below)

Hi... between sorting through the clothes on wash day... I'm sending this message to some of the online groups I've been reading, so if you're seeing it again we've chosen similar groups and may have similar interests and may even be friends, so I hope that'll inspire a smile and you can forgive and just delete the duplicates :)

I've been here before, I'll be here again, but for the moment I'm just briefly passing through... I've been reading for some time and I stopped in to let you know I've been applauding silently here at my computer... I haven't had time to visit clubs for a lot of reasons (like being between phone lines since December and just generally living in limbo since... ummmm... more than a few years now)... I just want you to know I appreciate what I'm reading here and miss sharing creativity, so I'm sending some tonight...

due to many reasons (from living in a car with a broken radio to having my thousands of recordings and equipment in storage up north... not to mention being blown to bits and left for dead in the street and inside... and so much has been lost along the way, but that's another story and we can all get over it) there's been a lack of music in my life lately... I'd like to change that... music is the fluid carrying my spirits through my souls... music is the rain that feeds everything that grows... music is the bath I need to cleanse my weary mind... music is the one thing I could never leave behind... if anyone would like to help me immerse myself in music again, you'll be forever appreciated (I'm in Orlando, FL and my website is one way to get to know me)... and then I thought...

lost and lonely child
wander the night with me
rivers running wild
the dark and the light are free

can we remember the dreams
that kept us awake each night
when we were too young to know
what was wrong or right

can we make a dream come true
is it there inside of you
tell me what you want me to do
and dare to be true

lost and lonely child
share all your dreams with me
passions running wild
your choice to be caged or free

just remember the dreams
that keep you awake each night
and rise above the judgments
for there is no wrong or right

when you want to make a dream come true
just trust the dream inside of you
tell me what you want me to do
and dare to be true

you can fool anyone you choose
you can even fool yourself
but the story of your life will be
written on your shelf
so you might as well come down to Earth
and share something real
let's start by sharing an embrace
and tell me how you feel

lost and lonely child
dare to share your dreams with me
excitement runs wild
when you dare to set yourself free

just open the door to the dreams
that keep you awake each night
and do what you want to do
believe you have that right

when you want to make a dream come true
remember that it's up to you
tell me what you want me to do
and dare to be true

and remember the dreams
and believe in your dreams
and believe in you

Remember The Dreams
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sometimes I am just words seeking music... sometimes I am writing the soundtrack of my life... sometimes I just want a friend who understands... sometimes I just want to hold hands... I'm not always a lost and lonely child... but I am usually considered a strange one (written with a playful, but serious smile)... and whenever I am not working, I am looking for music and friends and creative sharing (especially offline in Orlando)...

"music was his life
it was not his livelihood
and it made him feel so happy
it made him feel so good
he sang from his heart
and he sang from his soul
he did not know how well he sang
it just made him whole"

from "Mr. Tanner" by Harry Chapin

(home on the web)
(more email groups)

this message was actually inspired as a thank you to Nikki who created the THE ASPIRING SINGER SONGWRITERS EMAIL GROUP

  other related groups include...

THE ORLANDO MUSICIANS EMAIL GROUP
THE SONG-WRITER EMAIL GROUP
THE ALL ARTISTS EMAIL GROUP
THE LIFE RHYMES EMAIL GROUP
THE WIZDUM EMAIL GROUP

[ THE ORLANDO SONGS EMAIL GROUP ]
[ is for anyone in Orlando or the Central Florida ]
[ seeking to share words and music ]
[ or anyone who just loves songs ]

to subscribe, send a blank message to:

orlandosongs-subscribe@egroups.com


... a friend is a stranger waiting to be met ... a friend is a stranger wanting to be met ... a friend is a stranger willing to be met ...
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