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A warm hello from chilly Cape Cod.
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I hope you're safe and warm this holiday (and every) season.
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I'm dusting off my booking agent hat once more in the New Year and reaching out to you ~ my secret agents ~ to solicit some grass-roots help for 2-3 more dates around a trip to New Jersey.
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Specifically, I'll be playing at the Troubadour Acoustic Concert Series in Morristown, NJ on Friday March 3rd and I'm working on adding a few more appearances (as long as I'm driving down your way) on
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These are all contenders for anything from a concert series to a coffeehouse to a church (including a sermon-in-song service in the AM), house concert, sports stadium, special event...kindly get in touch if you can hook me up to a possibility...I've been practicing!
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Innocent Place © 2022 David Roth ~ County Clare, Ireland
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There’s nothing like taking a trip far from home
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And seeing the sights with your friends
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There’s no greater learning than tromping about
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On a highway with turns and with bends
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It’s the wrinkles and detours that come to the fore
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Unexpected and full of surprise
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And just when I think that I’m filled to the brim
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There’ll be something to open my eyes
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Thank you for showing up, thank you for ease
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Thank you for patience and grace
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Safe going forward, may all that you see
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Bring you back to your innocent place
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To come to my senses I must lose my mind
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And surrender the counting of days
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The busy-ness certainly adds to the stress
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Of attempting to manage my ways
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There’s only one family, there’s nothing on Earth
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That can hold back my soul to forgive
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A song or a poem, a story in prose
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Can move mountains as sure as I live
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There’s nothing like taking a trip far from home
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And seeing the sights with your friends
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Remember the past but don’t rest in that picture
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For I just might see you again
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And when that day comes there won’t be any words
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That could capture this feeling and time
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So we’ll dive off a cliff and jump into the present
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The dwelling of all that’s divine
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