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When Rock Went To School

When Rock Went To Schoolby Michael DoyleSometimes there is thunder in a perfect mind.There in that place we have left behind.We wonder why it is that we all can’t walk away.We’re still mesmerized by the songs they used to play.Every … Continue reading

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America Unbroken

America Unbrokenby Michael DoyleTime comes at us with brutality,Not caring at all about our humanity.Every second comes with its own rush.The weakest of us feels the crush.Cutting through the skin to the inside,Until it takes every part of our pride.That’s … Continue reading

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Turning Points of Resolution

Turning Points of Resolutionby Michael DoyleWithout having so much as a college degree,Charlie offered the ideals of American philosophy.Bringing truth to the street of clever error,It’s more than 7 years of bad luck from this broken mirror.Touching hearts and guiding … Continue reading

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All the Days Are Gone

All The Days Are Goneby Michael DoyleListen a little closer to the song,Tell me, does it somehow belong?It’s not a case of stump the band,But it’s a memory of favorites across the land.Standing ready across this promised land,What you want … Continue reading

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The Rock of Life Still Rolls

The Rock of Life Still Rollsby Michael DoyleThere’s something across the river.A sense of magic that makes me shiver.Shiva dances and plays in a spin,It’s as if it’s yesterday again.None of us really knowsBefore the glory of our best shows,What … Continue reading

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Hula Memories

Hula Memoriesby Michael DoyleThe modern age has its share of complexity.But not enough to warrant Hawaiian anxiety.The sacred duty held with great veneration,Is the sacred duty felt by each generation.Hula is the language of the Hawaiian heart.It has remained so … Continue reading

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The World Changes (Waiting On You)

The World Changes (Waiting On You)by Michael DoyleThere’s no doubt about it,Whether we whisper or shout it.It’s always so good to be home,Even when we’re there alone.You share your love among fans and friends,Quietly or loudly until the music ends.You … Continue reading

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Voice Sang Soft

Voice Sang Softby Michael DoyleYour voice sang softly like a melody.It’s hard to say what it did to me.Then and there from the very start,Your love was gentle, blooming in my heart.Your smile might be your special power,As it captivated … Continue reading

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Real Without Regret

Real Without Regretby Michael DoyleYou started realAnd sold out for a mansion.It’s the corporate feel,Soulless suits were never in fashion.Life is raw,And only sometimes pretty.Singing about what you sawIn every man’s town and city.This world can be strongly frayed.You hear … Continue reading

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Something Beyond Beautiful

Something Beyond Beautifulby Michael DoyleWhen the hurricanes pass me by,And I realize that I did not die.I go to the place where the river flows,That quiet place where nobody goes.I find that passion has ruled my game,And my character has … Continue reading

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