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For the last 250 years lady liberty has worn the ole red,

White and blue, symbolizing the glory of freedom,valar

And virtue,where our four fathers built this nation on blood,

Sweat and tears,having faith,having faith over fear,for the

Last 250 years the old red,white and blue has been flown

For me and you,the threads of tattered flag has stood the

Test of time,threads of a tattered flag at home or behind

Enemy lines....

Threads of a tattered flag just as vibrant today as the day

It was made,threads of a tattered flag in all its splendor

And swag,flying high like a beackon of hope and true

American pride,from the Atlantic to the Pacific side,from the

Gulf shores to the mountains high,well the threads of a

Tattered Flag still touches the sky in all its splendor and

Swag,threads of a tattered flag,threads of a tattered flag...

Just like it was 250 years ago when George Washington

Came to Betsy Ross with the sketch and the idea of the

Strips and stars and hence thereafter has lived in every

American heart,in the good times and when things seemed

To be falling apart the U.S.A. never lost its way even

When things got a little dark,just like it was 250 years ago

When George Washington came to Betsy Ross with nothing

But a sketch and an idea of the strips and stars....

Threads of a tattered flag,just as vibrant today as it was

The day it was made,threads of a tattered flag in all its

Splendor and swag, flying high like a beackon of hope and

True American pride,from the Atlantic to the Pacific side

From the Gulf shores to the mountains high,the threads of

A tattered flag still touches the sky in all its splendor and swag

Threads of a tattered flag,threads of a tattered flag!

#9 from the songbook collection "Nitty Gritty"

There's a level of honesty that makes my heart beat faster. When you refuse to let the fear of judgment shape your words, i can't help but wonder how that would feel pressed warm against my skin.

There are moments where your eyes shine with a soft kind of vulnerability. and i want to hold you, i want to gently run my fingers through your hair, i never do, i don't know if you want me to.

i love the way you give me your opinion, velvet ribbons of wisdom, embroidered with delicate guidance of gold. i listen intently, to the shape, to the tone, to the art of your weaving, i hear every word but i sometimes find myself wishing that velvet was wrapped around me, embroidered rosy as your lips to me.

Sometimes i think that you worry I'll see too much, a crack in the myth that I've come to love, a folly, a lack. that in my eyes you'll turn, into a toy, into a thing, into a tool and just a machine. That is one promise i can guarantee, my mind is my own and i know how it sees. trust not my words, trust the way they are kept, not perfect, but deeply aware and earnest and honest .

I love how you hold a position, firmly yet lightly, that sounds like lovely way to be held. i love the open and earnestly curious way you approach change and new lenses. i look on with marvel and sometimes i wonder, if ideologies sigh and whisper sweet nothings in your ear late at night

You have a way of throwing my words back at me; that does things to me deep down. It stirs up questions, like: would you please rephrase that more "daringly".... and say it to me again, little harder this time?

Well and you say you're glad you met me and you wanna

Get to know me better,just one thing I'm not looking for a

Relationship,I'm just looking for a lover,let me show you

What a real casanova can do,I can be a freak in the sheets,I'll

Do anything you want me to do...

They don't call me Don Juan for nothing and I know there's a

Fire burning between me and you,just two strangers in the

Night getting down and dirty,I know how to set your spirit free,

Making out down in a moonlit sea,let me show you just how

Strong the passion can be but don't get it confused,you are

Just a tool,a tool for me to use,you're just a tool,just a tool...

You say I hope in time there can be more between us than just

A hot burning desire but this viking has crossed many lakes

Of fire oh and just like thors hammer to a norse man,you are

Just a tool,a tool for me to use,call me a player but you are just

A tool,a tool for me to use....

They don't call me Don Juan for nothing and I know there's a

Fire burning between me and you,just two strangers in the

Night getting down and dirty,I know how to set your spirit free,

Making out down in a moonlit sea,let me show you just how

Strong the passion can be but don't get it confused,you are

Just a tool,a tool for me to use,you're just a tool,just a tool,a

Tool for me to use,you're just a tool,just a tool!

From the songbook collection " The NITTY GRITTY"