Ambrosia And…

But if you can want love

You can hide

All the memories inside

And It won’t take more

Than you can give

Just to find a way to live

And as soon as you

Can look around

There’s a new love to be found

Ambrosia Feelin’ Alive Again

When I can’t count on no one else and nothin’ seems true then I begin to doubt myself and I come to you

You’ve cried with my disappointments

And laughed at my lies

Showed me the way to live again and I realize

I realize

That I’m feelin’ alive again

Feelin’ like a real man

Feelin’ alive again

Feelin’ like a real man

Babe, tell me what you do

To make every single dream come true

You give it all and now I’m givin’ it back to you

Wherever we may choose to live the rest of our lives

If this is the best that we can give you know it’s all right there may be expectations that we hold inside

As long as we live up to this love we’ll be all right

‘Cause I’m feelin’ alive again

Feelin’ like a real man

Feelin’ alive again

Feelin’ like a real man

You know that I do feel about you

You know that I do feel about you

Maybe it’s all behind us now, we’re not so far

To find everything we need somehow right where we are there are no hesitations, only the way

To live inside your love again

And here I will stay

Here I will stay

‘Cause I’m feelin’ alive again

Feelin’ like a real man

Feelin’ alive again

Feelin’ like a real man

Ambrosia Make Us All Aware

Pale to the mountains my existence seems

Sad as the cry of my unanswered dreams

Long have I waited for time to make clear

All of the reasons that I must be here

But I won’t care

If you are there

Make us all aware

Drawn by the river we watch as it flows

Wanting to taste of the wisdom it holds

Knowing that somewhere our fortunes we’ll find

But fortunes are something we hold in our minds

We could share

All that’s there

Make us all aware

Seeking an answer yet harboring fear

That the day that it comes I’ll no longer be here

But I won’t care

If you are there I won’t care

Make us all

Oh, I won’t care

Make us all aware

Ambrosia Endings

The season of life is here

And the reason to live is clear

We’ve waited ’till who knows when

For the time to begin again

It’s more than the change of time

It’s something that’s in all our minds

That no matter where or when

For endings are only

Places where all things begin

And the end is near

Of things we have grown to fear

We worry and reason why

With the times that change our lives

But more than the changing time

Is the image in all our minds

Of where it should be or when

For endings are always

Places where all things begin

Oh, look at the sun

On every stage, in everyone

Ah, stand in the light

As we get on, we will put up a fight

(places where) all things begin…

Ambrosia Mama Frog

The clock gets to be such a bore

What’cha livin’ for

Though I can’t explain, being sane’s

Just a dreary chore

I’d like to go fly past mountains

See Mama Frog at her fountain

She’ll be there in her golden frog

Sequined uniform

Golden chair, three trained human clowns

Who will soon perform

Balancing books with their heads

Trying to recall what they’ve said

Past the gate you will soon be in

A garden paradise

Don’t be late there, the shining jewels

Sparkle in your eyes

All waiting there for your pleasure

What’s keeping you from this treasure?

[Narration of “Jabberwock” from “Alice In Wonderland”:]

‘Twas brillig and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch ?Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumlous Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought ?So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” He chortled in his joy.

‘Twas brillig and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble In the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves And the mome raths outgrabe

The clock gets to be such a bore

What’cha livin’ for

Though I can’t explain, being sane’s

Just a dreary chore

I’d like to go fly past mountains

See Mama Frog at her fountain