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We *
03:22
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She is free
But she does not know the price she has to pay
And he could be
A lover in the life she leads throughout the day
And they both could live together
They both could live in peace
They both could be in love together
And make the world at ease
Floating through a sea of troubles
That the world around them makes
And it really doesn't matter when you know love's patter
'Cause you know that is all it takes
And she could be
A mother and a daughter at the same time for a man
And he could be
A father and a son for her future family plan
And they could raise a lot of healthy children, yeah
Bring 'em up in harmony
And teach them all the good things in this life
But most important teach them how to be
To be open and attentive and loving
When the world around them shakes
And it really doesn't matter when you know love's patter
'Cause you know that is all it takes
She is me,
She's every woman that's living in the world today
And he is thee
And I'm looking for the man that tells me he is free
And we all can live together
We all can live in peace
We all can be in love together
And make the world at ease
Working through a sea of troubles
That the world around us makes
And it really doesn't matter when you know love's patter
'Cause you know that is all it takes
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Spirit of the Heart
04:16
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Mama Don't Sing No More
03:58
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Mama Don’t Sing No More
©1987 Ronnee Stolzberg
I remember when we used to live on the street with the candy store
Carry my books from school, I had a key to get in the door
Mama worked hard all day, she’d be tired when she got home
My Daddy had a day and a night time job, and we’d be left alone
Mama was always such a pretty sight, to my eyes
She was everything. Comin’ home tired and worn,
Climbing the stairs she could still find words to sing
But my Mama, she don’t sing no more
No stairs to climb to the second floor
And there’s no lock my key is gonna turn
‘Cause they don’t keep locks on the great outdoors
Ain’t no stairs to the concrete floor
And this street’s the only school from which I learn
Well my Daddy, he lost both his jobs and my Mama, she took ill
Then a man came for the rent, but we couldn’t pay the bill
And the next day I come home from school, but I can’t unlock the door
This key I keep around my neck, it just wouldn’t fit no more
Then we lived for awhile in a single room
With no heat, but we couldn’t stay
So Daddy came home drunk one night,
And he packed his bags and said he’d be on his way
And my Mama, she don’t sing no more
No stairs to climb to the second floor
And there’s no lock my key is gonna turn
‘Cause they don’t keep locks on the great outdoors
Ain’t no stairs to the concrete floor
And this street’s the only school from which I learn
Now it’s been three years we’ve been on the streets and
We’ve been living from day to day
And my little sister don’t understand
The stories that I tell of yesterday
‘Cause I remember when we used to live
On the street with the candy store…..
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Without a Dime
03:28
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Without A Dime
©1987 Ronnee Stolzberg
You’ve seen ‘em every day out on the curb
And you’ve tried not to catch their eye as you go by
Well, there’s bound to be some problems in this world
But this ain’t your problem now and so you turn and close your eyes
And walk on by. But don’t you hear them cry?
How can you say it ain’t your problem
When it’s only a matter of time
You think those men and women you’re ignoring
Ever dreamed they’d be out on the road
Without a dime
And the old lady’s eyes say 'Can you help her?'
She’s got nowhere to go since they had to close the shelter
It was too overcrowded and they didn’t have the funds
Once just like you she had a future
A home and a family, she was safe and secure
But times got hard and the next she knew
Her man had lost his job, and the rest you know
‘Cause that’s the way it goes
And as you sit there on your sofa
With a drink in your hand and your feet up on the chair
You won’t escape from their faces
‘Cause their eyes burn like fire with the pain and the sorrow and despair
You can say a prayer, you can say a prayer
But don’t you say it ain’t your problem
‘Cause it’s only a matter of time
One of those men and women you’re ignoring
On the streets may resemble yourself
In another time
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Changes Never Come *
03:54
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Born on the South Side
04:41
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Born on the South Side
©1987 Ronnee Stolzberg
Cory was a schoolgirl.
She lived in the city where the streets aren’t so pretty
But for Cory it’s the only life that she had ever known
Born on the south side, and folks there never get ahead
So her mother said to put away your foolish dreams, girl,
‘Cause you ain’t goin’ nowhere
Straight home from school you’ll come.
Watch your brother, I’m a working mother
And so Cory saw her neighborhood from a windowpane
Down on the corner another junkie dies from the monkey while
The little boys are selling crack cocaine, and they ain’t goin’ nowhere
Reach for the sky, reach for a star
Dreams can come true, no matter who you are
So dream, Cory, dream, dream of another day
You know in your heart that your dreams
Will take you far away
Cory used to daydream
There’d come a day when she would move far away
And maybe folks won’t care what clothes she wears
Or the color of her skin
Her Mama said, “You’re dreamin’, girl, and it
Won’t do a lick of good so start acting like you should
You know your just a ghetto child,
And things ain’t gonna change
Four generations
And year after year it never changes, dear
And don’t you think I know that it ain’t fair,
But it’s the best that we can do
‘Cause when you’re born on the south side
There ain’t much hope between the guns and the dope
And it’s a chance in five just to stay alive
And some things never change
Still, Cory dreamed of a life far away
From the poor inner city streets she knew
But the day Cory had a child of her own
She could hear all her mother’s words ring true
Cory is a working girl.
She works in the city and it seems such a pity
That the life that she once dreamed of has faded away
But late in the evening, she hopes that maybe
There’s a chance for her baby girl
To grow up believing things are gonna change
Reach for the sky, reach for a star
Dreams can come true, no matter who you are
So dream, Cory, dream, dream of another day
You know in your heart that your dreams
Will take her far away
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8. |
Dreams and Philosophies
05:22
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Dreams and Philosophies
©1999 Ronnee Stolzberg
Years ago I heard the music
Hour after lonely hour in my room
Played the records over and over
Until I knew every word to every tune
Those were the words of a dreamer and philosopher
And I felt his pain as he spoke of the loss of our
Ability to love one another
The joys to be discovered in this world
And through the years I heard the music
Speaking out the answers to the questions in my mind
When I was *LOST AND LONELY*
You could always show me the way to love mankind
You speak the truth of a dreamer and philosopher
And I share the pain that you feel in the heart of a
Society that runs for the money
People think it’s funny how we live
Listen to the man when he tells you to *BELIEVE IN LIFE*
*EARLY MORNING HOURS* will show you the way
I look outside my window and I see
*MOONSHINE* on the water
*DO YOU (ever) WONDER* what *WE* will be *TODAY*
Years to come we’ll find the music
A universal language of a peace undefied
If we can teach our babies
To *SHARE THE WEALTH* of a love that man denies
Then we’ll move on to new dreams and philosophies
Or simply drown in the wonder of
The liberty that we have created
Anticipated for so long
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Samantha's Lullaby
02:52
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Ronnee Stolzberg Rhode Island
Singer/songwriter Ronnee Stolzberg began playing guitar at age 16, through the musical influence of artists such as America,
Paul Simon, The Beatles, Shawn Phillips, Carole King, Harry Chapin and The Eagles.
She has since been performing in clubs and coffeehouses throughout southern New England, and her live solo performances include a mix of original and cover material.
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