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Your Linguistic Profile:

60% General American English

25% Dixie

10% Yankee

5% Upper Midwestern

0% Midwestern

What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

If Love Should Count You Worthy

I didn't write this song, and I don't know who did, but it's one of my favorites:

If love should count you worthy, and should deign
One day to seek your door and be your guest,
Pause! ere you draw the bolt and bid him rest,
If in your old content you would remain,
For not alone he enters; in his trainare angels of the mists, the lonely quest
Dreams of the unfulfilled and unpossessed,
And sorrow, and life's immemorial pain..
He wakes desires you never will forget,
He shows you stars you never saw before,
He makes you share with him, for evermore,
The burden of the world's divine regret.
How wise you were to open not! and yet,
How poor if you should turn him from the door!

Untitled

This might become the subject of a song. I'm really uncomfortable with all the talk today about Iran and nuclear weapons - are we about to invade again!?

Untitled

copyright 2005 Jenni Jamison & Ed Priest

You add up your numbers in neat little columns
You make sure they balance at the end of each day
You plan out your schedule right down to the minute
And when it's accomplished you kneel down and pray

I laugh at irreverent stories and jokes
I revel in questions and cynical prose (I question and doubt and love cynical prose)
I'm indifferent to rules with amazing precision
I'm delighted to be a late Autumn Christian

chorus:
We have the same history and both believe in Christ
We're both judgmental, but proud of our quirks
We're always at odd, who's wrong, who's right and does it even matter in the end

bridge:
What difference does keeping rules make when Jesus gave us grace
Why not do our best because Jesus gave us grace

Montecatini

copyright 2005 Jenni Jamison

Where is he going, the grocery, running errands
The corner store for tobacco and stamps
Then home where his wife is reading her favorite book

Where are they going, to high church, tour a museum
Meet friends in the square and feed the pigeons
They don't even see me here reading my favorite book

chorus:
People in fast motion, where do they go when they're alone
The look but never see, then off again
In a blind commotion, staring through what they might be
Pretending to be free, then off again
Leaving me to my long way home
Leaving me to my long way home

Where am I going, a coffee bar I'm just missing you
Maybe green tea with milk and sugar
Then down to the water's edge _____________

Where are we going, a traffic of people in the night
The town square in Montecatine
We talk with unclear words like a misprint in a book

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copyright 2005 Jenni Jamison

He looked around, a broken world was all he had
He made a sound, it came back to him just as sad
He don't know what happens now, he just knows

chorus:
He come running up from Austin to the new life he had found
To the lonely days that haunt him, and his voice, the only sound

Now all his days are spent with nothing to ammend
Each morning's thoughts just bring him closer to the end
And the days will roll by, and still he knows

What he prefers is to pretend there's no regret
And day by day he's busy enough to forget
Underneath his consciousness the knowledge stays

To look for life would mean to open all the wounds
The search and fight would chase away the empty rooms
But the pain will stay low, the fear inside

Galveston Island

copyright 2005 Jenni Jamison

Down on Galveston Island, a breezy November day
The autumn waves are rising, the ocean cats at play
The sun pierced the gray-blue of sky & wave & cloud
The bright sand blinding, a single man stands proud

chorus:
His flag was waving in the breeze
With all the passers cheering
Silhouetted by the sea
The symbol of their freedom

A land ravaged and torn, as winds of sorrow blew
It's people still to mourn, but hope is breaking through
The future still in sight as light & love are dawning
A single man stands proud, _________

My plan

I plan to post lyrics to songs I'm in the process of writing. I welcome comments and suggetions.