Robby Berman—lead and background vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitars, drums, cymbals, bell tree, triangle, fretless bass, Rhodes, glockenspiel, flutes, and organ
(All instruments in italics are software instruments played from a keyboard.)
© 2009 Robby Berman
Waves roll in
And sweep the shore
And what lay there
Is there no more.
The lovers’ names
Cannot be found
The castle walls
Come tumbling down.
Deep within the crimson
In the setting sun
So tender a moment
So magical love.
And children that morning
Made fortresses strong
They laughed and they screamed
As each wave came along.
Anything we make or do
Must be its own reward
In the end the act alone
Is what we do it for
If time erases everything
And no one’s keeping score
Then every single thought and deed
Means ever more and more.
Beautiful
The works of art
By holy men
With patient hearts
In colored sands
They work for days
And when it’s done
It’s swept away.
Knowing is the hand
That makes the color fall
In shapes and in symbols
As goodness is called
An act of devotion
So peacefully done
In hopes of a healing for everyone.
Anything we make or do
Must be its own reward
In the end the act alone
Is what we do it for
If time erases everything
And no one’s keeping score
Then every single thought and deed
Means ever more and more.
Songs survive
For just as long
As someone can
Recall the song
And when the day
Should come along
That no one can
The song is gone.
Searching for a melody
And words to sing
They come when they come
And from places unseen
And when they arrive
I can sing them for you
And we come together
As long as we do.
Anything we make or do
Must be its own reward
In the end the act alone
Is what we do it for
Since time erases everything
And no one’s keeping score
Every single thought and deed
Means ever more and more.
Every single thought and deed
Means ever more and more.