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You Don't Have to Cry (sing/inst, mod lyrics)
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Cover of the Crosby, Still, and Nash song, with modified lyrics you_don't_have_to_cry_sing_and_inst_03b
progressive rock acoustic instrumental sing 1960s
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Here, I create cover songs while I wait for humanity to adopt the Philosophy of Broader Survival.
Play it LOUD and through a good audio device (anything but cell phone speakers, which I did not mix to). Cover Songs on Soundclick: https://www.soundclick.com/numiwhocreativecovers Writing: https://allpoetry.com/Mr._Numi_Who- Books: Numi Who? on Amazon (books) Art: http://wbiro.deviantart.com Early Art: http://www.flickr.com/photos/38154648@N00 Music Videos: http://www.youtube.com/user/wbiro Self-made Music Catalog (to 2016): http://numi-imagination-creations.me/01-art-catalog/wbiro_artistic_catalog_1967-2016_update_34.html Original Music on Soundcloud (more complete list there): https://soundcloud.com/wbiro Cover Songs on Soundcloud (more complete list there): https://soundcloud.com/user-288568536
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Cover Songs
Charts
Peak #1
Peak in subgenre #1
Author
Crosby, Stills, Nash; wbiro
Rights
2013 this version by wbiro
Uploaded
May 05, 2013
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MP3 8.4 MB • 192 kbps • 6:06
Lyrics
In the morning, when you rise, do you think of us, and how we may be crying; Are you thinking of the telephone? and calling - though we’ll both be gone by noon; are you living a reality where you wonder how mine is trying to kill me; In the long run it will make us sigh, our fears are real, but silly, my love - well, I have time to cry, so I’ll cry, my baby; You don’t have to cry, I’ll cry, my baby; You don't have to cry, I'll cry, my baby; You don’t have to cry, cry, cry, cry I’ve been feeling kind of low, it makes one crazy, and old before one’s time; Let’s enjoy this while we can, let’s write some lyrics before this melancholy passes; Now we smile through the sad, cherish both, it kind of makes us happy; Life is beyond our meager grasps, our dire predictions are never right and I have time to cry, so I’ll cry, my baby, You don’t have to cry, o I’ll cry, my baby; You don’t have to cry, I’ll cry, my baby; You don’t have to cry, cry, cry, cry How peculiar all those “cry’s” look - tears tied up in rows with abstract letters; May I kiss you? When you’re sad? You know our smiles were mean to kiss as we cry, my baby; How romantic, simple minds; don't you know the abstract letters are dying; Can I kiss you? When you're mad? You know that smiles were meant to kiss and we were meant to kiss, as we cry, my baby; I have time to cry, so I’ll cry, my baby. Now you don’t have to cry, and I’ll cry, my baby; You don’t have to cry, cry, cry, cry
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