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While I'm Here
04:13
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While I’m Here - Tina Ross
While I’m here
I will listen to the cackle of the geese as they land
While I’m here
I will notice the lightness of the dandelion in my hand
As I blow my wish to the wind.
While I’m here
I will welcome the sweat that comes with giving everything
While I’m here
I will search in earnest to help you grab that brass ring
When hair is in my eyes,
I’ll sweep it aside to see you clearly.
Burdens we bear must be burdens we share
That’s how we’re sure to get by
Taking turns to take the lead
One goose alone might never make that flight.
While I’m here
I will raise my voice to the mountains when it’s needed
While I’m here
I will witness the truth and stand for your safe keeping
Cause we know our breaks are so uneven.
Burdens we bear must be burdens we share.
That’s how we’re sure to get by
Taking turns to take the lead
One goose alone might never make that flight.
While I’m here
I will listen to the cackle of the geese as they land
While I’m here
I will notice the lightness of the dandelion in my hand
As I blow my wish to the wind.
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A Life I Am Forging
04:04
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A Life I Am Forging - Tina Ross
I dreamt I disappeared into the wood
Dense air around me, moss underfoot
The leaves were whispering, the mood a silent blue
And I wished I knew.
Longing hovered like a hawk circling prey
Moth-eaten wishes lay in my wake
I saw footprints, too small for my shoes
How I wished I knew.
Is this my path, is this my vision?
Expectation is a cage I live in
It may be hard to see, but night bows to the morning
I’ve got my hammer, my tools
It’s a life I am forging
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
The mist was ghost gray and clung to the trees
Found my way out tracking the sounds on the breeze
A nightingale’s welcome song offered clues
How I wished I knew.
Is this my path, is this my vision?
Perfection is a cage I live in
It may be hard to see, but night bows to the morning
I’ve got my hammer, my tools
It’s a life I am forging
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
I’m giving back your compass, I must follow mine.
Cause, it’s my path and it’s my vision
Hesitation was a cage I lived in
It may be hard to see, but night bows to the morning
I’ve got my hammer, my tools
It’s a life I am forging.
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Artemisia
03:23
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Artemisia - Tina Ross
My dress shimmers green, an emerald drape
Its edges scratch from grainy lace
My eyebrows curious and arched
My patience worn, my patience parched.
I mix my pigments, crush them with stone
Truth ground into savage tones
I choose to draw a bloody knife
Highlighting dark is always mixed with light.
Damn this 17th century
I face a faceless enemy
Trying to steal what’s real for me.
I am Artemisia.
Vindicated, I left my father’s home
Wrapped up my brushes, will and shadows
With brazen strokes my heroines are freed
I paint their prowess, wounds and stories.
Damn this 17th century
I expose absurdity
I will prove an artist’s mastery
I am Artemisia, I am Artemisia.
I hear the call of this stretched linen
It cannot speak, but I listen
I wield this dry dye and oil to be defiant
We will not be silenced.
And I’ll beat this 17th century
I carry letters from Kings and Queens
Patrons see my creativity
Painting as a woman’s allegory
I am Artemisia, I am Artemisia.
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4. |
It Doesn't Bother Me Now
04:05
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It Doesn’t Bother Me Now - Tina Ross
It doesn’t bother me, it doesn’t bother me now
I tried to swallow the tears as they burned their way down
The blur of voices and cutting words
A closed bedroom door dampened the judgement I heard
Maybe it should bother me,
but it doesn’t bother me now.
What you said to me, what you said to me then
Was a boomerang thrown over and over again
What a child hears a child believes
It takes years to undo the impression it leaves
Maybe it should bother me,
but it doesn’t bother me now.
Time and time I tried to let this go
As bitterness melted on my tongue
My lips parted to forgive
But the words awaited my permission.
What I didn’t know then, and what I’d know in time
Your pain would glance off me
and I would look you in the eye
With enough distance I’d see your struggle
And your influence would lose all its muscle
It used to bother me,
but it doesn’t bother me now.
Mmmm…
Even with that distance and the years we’ve been through
Last night I dreamt I carried a young me away from you
So maybe it still bothers me, a little bit now.
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Make It to the Other Side - Tina Ross
The weather’s changing, the sky vast
Clouds cover then the sun comes back
The sable night sky soon will pass
And we will cherish each other at last.
Tender hearts will hear the cry
Though some will choose to pass it by
It’s not my trouble you say, but please know why
It’s got to matter, so we all fly.
I wish I could see through your warm eyes
Let’s clear a path, put your hand in mine
And we’ll step into the fire / And lift each other higher
And make it to the other side, we’ll make it to the other side.
When our silence shouts our work’s undone
Hear the call of the talking drum
Bare hands on hide rough with blood
Can we come together as one?
I wish I could see through your warm eyes
Let’s clear a path, put your hand in mine
We’ll step into the fire / And lift each other higher
And make it to the other side, we’ll make it to the other side.
Walk with me, we’re not alone
When I walk with you it gives me hope.
I wish I could see through your warm eyes
Let’s clear a path, put your hand in mine
We’ll step into the fire / And lift each other higher.
I wish I could see through your warm eyes
Let’s clear a path, put your hand in mine
We’ll step into the fire / And lift each other higher
And make it to the other side
We’ll make it to the other side.
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6. |
Dawn Redwood Winter
04:19
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Dawn Redwood Winter - Tina Ross
We used to walk the public gardens
I’d wrap your hand in mine
We always stopped at the dawn redwood
With her swirling bark, creeping roots entwined.
I’m letting go, letting go.
Last winter early in December
They cut the roses down and left a mound
I knew in April they ‘d be uncovered
Along with the plants wintering in the greenhouse.
I’m letting go, letting go.
This is my dawn redwood winter
I stand firm against the wind
I’ll drop my weathered leaves
And more will grow again.
It’s autumn and the redwood’s trunk has grown
She’s tossed her cones to the ground
A willow’s bough dips down to test the waters
I thought I saw you in the crowd.
I’m letting go, letting go.
This was my dawn redwood winter
I stood firm against the wind
I dropped my weathered leaves
And more will grow again.
I dropped my weathered leaves
And more will grow again
I know they’ll grow again.
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Night Thoughts Speak
03:30
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Night Thoughts Speak - Tina Ross
I wake alone / Tangled in sheets
The curtains wind-blown / Time slows then creeps
You’re in my head / With the shadows and doubt
What have I said? / Does it matter now?
These thoughts they linger / In my morning room
They gather and whisper / Knowing I’ll be there soon
I dream dressed in sackcloth / With ash on my skin
I try to climb out / Of the regret I’m drowning in.
It’s a dark light / that shines from the hall tonight
It’s a dark light
Can I find my way and make things right?
If I could say the words
In my mind and my heart tonight
Would they find you?
Night thoughts speak, night thoughts speak,
night thoughts speak
And devour my sleep.
I’m wide awake / As dawn streams in
Chest feels air’s weight / Ground me in this tailspin
I’ll put things right / Without excuses
Let’s not waste our time / We know what the truth is.
It’s a dark light / that shines from the hall tonight
It’s a dark light
Can I find my way and make things right?
If I could say the words
In my mind and my heart tonight
Would they find you?
Night thoughts speak, night thoughts speak,
night thoughts speak
And devour my sleep.
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8. |
Hold The Door
03:58
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Hold The Door - Tina Ross
It was hard to listen / And face the unknown
Feeling her heart quicken / She hangs up the phone.
She leans against the bathroom sink
And wipes the mirror clear
The dripping of the faucet / Is all she hears.
A quiet moment and there are few
As her children sleep
Thinking ‘bout the promises / She may never keep.
Hold the door / Hold the door
Don’t let it close / She only knows
She wants more time / Not only in her mind
Hold the door.
With arms full of the day’s clutter
Gently stepping down the weary stairs
Making tomorrow’s lunches
She slips in love notes, her evening prayers.
So many questions
Will she leave some life unused?
But she cannot give in right now
She hasn’t finished what she came to do.
Hold the door / Hold the door
Don’t let it close / She only knows
She wants more time / Not only in her mind
Hold the door / Hold the door
Don’t let it close / She only knows
She wants more time
Hold the door.
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9. |
Summers Like These
04:06
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Summers Like These - Tina Ross
Summer opens your heart to me
July feels like a century / Heat bakes, love awakes
And I hold on to you.
Fireflies sail above the pond
Peepers sing as lights flash beyond
Life stirs, edges blur
I hold on to you, and you hold me.
And in the heat of this August night
Tempered by a breeze
Summer senses etch into my mind
So I’ll remember summers like these.
Somehow older now, a whole lot wiser
Suspended here as if time was a miser
Time creeps, flowers weep
Can’t I just stay here with you?
Labor Day brings with it an end
Sweet lessons stay, our love we will lend
Autumn won’t wait, our hearts break
I can’t hold on to you, I want to stay here with you.
And in the heat of this August night
Tempered by a breeze
Summer senses etch into my mind
So I’ll remember summers
When love was soft and new as it gets
The gentle clumsy embraces.
In the heat of this August night / Tempered by a breeze
Summer senses etch into my mind
So I’ll remember summers,
summers, summers like these.
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10. |
Catching Up
03:19
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Catching Up - Tina Ross
In a meadow there’s no wasted space
Each flower knows when to claim its place
Then they offer their seeds for the taking
In concert, in time with nature’s pace.
Is it ever too late, is it ever too soon?
Am I the oldest one in the room?
Can I catch up? Will I catch up?
Venue lights show wrinkles, my storylines
Etched clearly in these songs and rhymes
My tempo now is double time
I’m in full bloom, I’m in my prime.
Is it ever too late, is it ever too soon?
Am I the oldest one in the room?
Can I catch up? Will I catch up?
I’m gaining on time
She turns and smiles
Her voice is getting clearer
I can feel her
Drawing nearer.
Is it ever too late, is it ever too soon?
Am I the oldest one in the room?
Can I catch up? Will I catch up?
I’m catching up, watch me catch up
I’m catching up, I’m catching up
Catching up.
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Tina Ross Warwick, New York
Tina Ross is a NY based Singer Songwriter. A quiet, elegant fierceness runs through her songs, speaking to wonder, humility, doubt and defiance. She’s been recognized by the UK Songwriting Contest, The International Acoustic Music Awards and The International Blues and Roots Radio Contest as a finalist, and the John Lennon Songwriting Contest as an Honorable Mention. ... more
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