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Lovely Little Victory

by Tyler Stenson

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Ramblin Kind 04:04
Ain't it like the wind to never want to stay; Something finally touches down And all at once a gust comes and takes it away. That old wind is here- then it's gone. That old wind is hell-bent on moving on. So, let's just say She knows how to go away; How to keep from standing still Just like a river, fast cars, birds and trains. Let's just say She's sailing as we speak. Let's just say She's fading by degrees. Showing tell-tale signs that She's alive, Everybody is leaving something sometime. Always leaving or being left behind, We're infamously all the Ramblin Kind. Some would say I roam and that I'm made of stone But they don't know what I know-- I know once you're in my heart, there is no getting out. Some would say I'm planted in the ground. Some would say I'm impossible to pin down. Showing tell-tale signs that I'm alive, Everybody is leaving something sometime. Always leaving or being left behind, We're infamously all the Ramblin Kind. It's a lonely road I'm speaking of and These are lonely lyrics rolling off of my tongue. But there's a tell-tale truth in between the lines: Everybody is leaving something sometime. Always leaving or being left behind, We're infamously all the Ramblin Kind.
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I was born on a Monday In the thickening snow So, it's safe to say that hard work Is a habit that lives in my bones. But, there are times when it seems A million miles to go And I know that I'm not alone. Monday and a starting line-- Monday and a mountain to climb. It's like when Mamma was a girl With a red-letter chest And Pappa was a teenage father Who would never know rest. No rest. Yeah, they were in love (But the world had expensive style) So, they sold the keys to the car Cause the cash would let them breathe for a while... But just a weekend-while because Monday is like a bank robbed blind-- Monday and a mountain to climb. Monday is a fruitless rind-- Monday and a mountain to climb. Now, every time I look to find There is a Monday and Mountain to climb (And I don't know if my legs are going to follow my feet), I'm reminded there's a fighter that resides in my heart And he's been knocking out years, In the face of defeat, And that's a lovely little victory. There is a girl with a smile That could light up a room But, she lives for the weekend, Just to find that it flies by too soon. So, she holds on to Friday (Like it's the last of its kind) And, in the blink of an eye, Her Saturday is a Sunday night. Damn Sunday night. Monday after a weekend of wine-- Monday and a mountain to climb. Monday and a struggle to shine-- Monday and a mountain to climb.
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Someone lost an awful lot when the West was won-- Someone had to leave it all behind. They had to turn their back on the best coast line, The one that hugs right up to the mountain's spine And where the waves all gather Like children at a story time Told by The Pines. Yeah, someone lost an awful lot when the West was won-- Someone, but not I Because I come from a long, long line of open spaces And I was born where the river traces All of the not-so-subtle graces Of The Pines. I often dream of a crooked stream; It calls to me with a melody That makes me want to cry-- Or fly. There is an orchestra hanging on the breeze And the Mountains rise like tympani, Always keeping time To the Opus of The Pines. I stare at stars when I hear it most And all of my questions find time: How do foreground fields fade to background mountains? How does that moon hang when there is just sky all around it? And what is beyond that? No one knows-- Except maybe The Pines. I often dream of a crooked stream; It calls to me with a melody That makes me want to cry-- Or fly. There is an orchestra hanging on the breeze And the Mountains rise like tympani ... always ... Everything is always. I feel it always. ...Keeping time... We are always keeping time To the Opus of The Pines.
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As far as I can tell, There are three kinds of stars: One is up in space, Where only rocket ships are. One of them is in Hollywood, Addicted to fame. The other crossed my path, To leave me not the same. I'm one part star-- It's the best part of me. I'm one part scar-- That part reminds me that I bleed. All we are is the makeup of our hearts. All our hearts are Stars and Scars. In every drop of my blood There is a piece of the past; Long forgotten films Of love that did not last, Where every star in the credits Has faded away (But still finds a way to hurt you Every time it plays). I'm one part star-- It's the best part of me. I'm one part scar-- That part reminds me that I bleed. All we are is the history of our hearts. All our hearts are Stars and Scars. I'm one part star-- It's the best part of me. I'm one part scar-- That part reminds me that I bleed. All we are is what happened to our hearts. All our hearts are Stars and Scars.
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So, you've fallen behind— Oh, no, not again. And you can see that you are Hard-pressed against a wind That hits just like a hammer On a nail that's bent— Oh no, not again. Oh no, not again. Oh, I know these days are hard And I know it’s hard to last But, believe you me, Just sturdy up your heart And this too shall pass. If there are wars being waged But they're not your voice And if good love has gone away But it wasn't by choice— If it's out of your hands But you just can't let go And if there's a whole lot on your mind But a whole lotta no one to show... Oh, I know these days are hard And I know it’s hard to last But, believe you me, Just sturdy up your heart And this too shall pass. So, you’ve fallen behind— Oh, no, not again. And you can see that you are Hard-pressed against a wind That hits just like a hammer On a nail already bent— Oh no, not again. Oh no, not again. Oh, I know these days are hard And I know it’s hard to last But, believe you me, Just sturdy up your heart And this too shall pass.

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After remixing 'This Too Shall Pass' for a private project, producer Max Keene then asked me, "Do you have any others?" The result of my answer is this lovely 5-track EP. A slight departure from my traditional sound, this fresh collaboration features the aforementioned remix and four other songs of both universal and individual triumph.

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released June 29, 2013

All songs written by Tyler Stenson © 2013 (ASCAP).
Engineered & Produced by Max Keene - Seattle, WA.
Mastered by Nettleingham Audio in Vancouver, WA.

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Tyler Stenson Portland, Oregon

Tyler Stenson is singer/songwriter in Portland whose music is elegant at its core. Twice-named Portland's "Songwriter of the Year" by the Portland Songwriters Association and recently named "Best Male Artist" at the Portland Music Awards, Stenson's music is refreshingly reminiscent of classic singer-songwriter greats such as James Taylor and Cat Stevens. ... more

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