Balladrina

SOMETHING OF SUBTLETY

The pretense of probability
Has no benchmark you compare to

The entirety of your being is special
Nothing could make you any more so

No stammer could ever turn away
The chance of what was meant to stay

As no two days could be the same
Or this moment explained

With designs that are drawn by your lines
Every unlikeliness defines your kindness
As I find this I promise I only see

You’re something of subtlety
You’re more than amazing to me
You’re something of subtlety
Beyond what’s not obviously
You’re something of subtlety
In suggestive ways more is less
You’re something of subtlety
Savored with the savvy finesse

Oh you’re the something of subtlety
(Oh you are to me something of subtlety)

It’s what you don’t say that says everything to me

And what’s not so direct or implying
Is unmistakably meant to be

The silence impending is motionless
But never standing by idle

Not narrowed is your field of focus
Nor there’s a need to be noticed

Your hands mold & make the clay shape
Breathing life into a voice you create

© Words & Music by JAMES CAMPEAU

IN NO UNCERTAIN TERMS

Stumbling over some wisdom
Right here in front of me
Relative or absolute becomes
Someone’s meaning
To make it more or less true

But the fleeting nature of conditions
Lose sight of intuition

Not burdened by our blessings
With no answers for everything
When no words seem right enough
To make good reason give into

The fear from finding out
It’s integrity recognizes itself…as the same

You’re what I’ve been missing
In no uncertain terms
Is that now I’ve learned to listen
In no uncertain terms will I ever give up
In no uncertain terms is your love here not enough

Beyond boundaries of belief
Exceeding formality
As last minute commitments see
The avoiding of finishing
The very one thing

And this void will be the same
Unfulfilled and still waiting

You’re what I’ve been missing
In no uncertain terms
Does this love leave from us
In no uncertain terms
do we lose touch with this trust
In no uncertain terms
We endeavor in as much

© Words & Music by JAMES CAMPEAU

WHAT MYTHS ARE MADE OF

The lore of a legend love
The kind of stuff, is what myths are made of
Believing will bring seeing
This kind of stuff is what myths are made of

Standing the test of time
With no reason or rhyme
Expressed, implied or otherwise
A fool for love can’t disguise

Traditions held in the highest esteem
Never let go of the re-enacting
Threadbare from the wear and tear
Is the heart that is worn on a sleeve
But never frayed from the weight of compassion

Our love is what myths are made of
We won’t rewrite history to suit our needs
Our love is what myths are made of
The kind you find with ancient history

An enigma of the obvious sort
Never finding ourselves falling short
With a healthy heap of trust is a must
On the path that lays before us

Past the pretense of a safe place
And the unwillingness of new face
We meet each other at the mountaintop
Because our love is what myths are made of
From the ethos in the past before us

Because our love is what myths are made of
We’re perched far above the rising waters
Because our love is what myths are made of
No rules apply that will mess this up
Because our love is what myths are made of
There’s never a lost cause that gives up
Because our love is what myths are made of
We’re aware there’s no end to this era
Our love is what myths are made of

© Words & Music by JAMES CAMPEAU

NEVER LEAVING ME EMPTY

How can you make this day feel this way
Without at least me knowing
But I realize this care free surprise
Is enjoying the pleasure of your company

I can no longer sit quiet
With my silent high regard of you
You make my day feel like a Sunday
That never is leaving me empty

While slow sipping some coffee
Without a thought of what things ought to be
I’m open arms in recognition
Welcoming this new beginning

You make my day feel like a Sunday
Accommodating the long unwinding
It’s not about getting things done
I’m enjoying the doing

I appreciate we’re on the same wave length
Feeling affinity
You make my day feel like a Sunday
Never leaving me empty

In the warmth of your touch
Is the comfort of your trust
Never mind as time slips away
You make my day feel like a Sunday

You make my day feel like a Sunday
Never leaving me empty
You make my day feel like a Sunday
Never leaving me empty

© Words & Music by JAMES CAMPEAU

YOU BRING THE BEST OUT IN ME

You bring the best out in me
There’s no panic from the sound of my running feet
In those times of retreat
I forget to take the time to breathe

Much can be said for this
Like bringing safe anchor to the adrift
Too much is made of accomplishments
By issues that prove to be pointless

You bring the best out in me
Reaching out farther to help each other see
Coming from a point of strength
Never supporting the weaker moments in length

One thing can be said in so many ways
Yet hearing it for the first time
I’ m forever changed
Unsurmountable obstacles
Disappear as if by miracle

Walking now with a compass in hand
Takes the worry from the journey

And what may be found to be so important then
Can be lost moving forward again

Remembering what’s remaining
Revered in this vast frontier

You bring the best out in me

© Words & Music by JAMES CAMPEAU

OLD FRIEND

Hey there, old friend
Quite a while now since the time we did spend
Making the most out of what little we had to defend
Against all odds to make amends or even extend

Our hand in friendship
The redemption that outweighs the change
Hardened is the tempered strength
Never by its own grace

We can offer each other a little shade
From the respite of all due respect
That burned our feet walking the trails
We share the same fruit without much detail

Hey there old friend now we begin again
Hey there old friend letting go of conditions
Hey there old friend
Empty’s the need to depend on forgiveness
For an action that was lacking awareness
There’s no reason to pretend we never met
Or shared a bed

The healing leaves us feeling
The same without looking back
It deters a repeating
Of a means to an ending

With compassion we remain the same
Beyond foregone conclusions
Realizing the difference from then
To the comparison of an old friend

© Words & Music by JAMES CAMPEAU

SIGHT UNSEEN

You came with no name
No possessions staking claims

Roaming free without identity
home to an unknown place

Once burrowed beneath social circles
Where furrowed faces weren’t complaisant

Expectations forego explanation
In unconditioned liberation

From the far reaches on the outskirts
In the remoteness of the extreme
What came to me now I know
Is not so ordinary
Out of the blue what made it through
Unequivocally was sight unseen

I’m unmoved here in the same place
Where it was once two
Is now one unchained

No night or day ensures the right of way
On a path familiar of feelings conveyed

Discovery is the whereabouts of you
Instilled by gratitude

You came with no name
Or possessions staking claims

From the far reaches on the outskirts
In the remoteness of the extreme
What came to me now I know
Is not so ordinary
Out of the blue what made it through
Unequivocally was sight unseen

Sight unseen
Is the way you came to me

© Words & Music by JAMES CAMPEAU

OPEN IS TOO CLOSE

Loosening the rust
From a place once filled with trust
There comes a time when we must
Get our whereabouts around the demands
Of a new situation

Never too careful
With some hypotheticals
And even eventually
The cool and calm will take heed

In a leap of faith
Comes the decision finally made
The magic of when the right time
And right place pervades

The close proximity of co-dependency
Creates the compromise
In the loss of the one side narrow mind

It’s said that two heads are better than one
Maybe not for the perfect peace
But we can be there for each other’s
Defenselessness

Open’s too close for most of us
Open’s too close

Breaking down
Some old barriers
Especially hard when
It comes so close to home
Shedding layers of cloths coming out of the cold
Forget what you expect to know

THE WATER’S EDGE

Hey you give me your smile

One of those I saw before
You should know by this seashore
Sure as the sunlight

Pours right down I won’t do you wrong
We’re united by a silent song
That tells us we can stay here for a while
Regardless of any tidal change
At this water’s edge

Into this night
I’m sure it’s right with your smile

In the time it takes for this day to change
Will be for me never ending
‘cause I’m always sending
Good thoughts to you and your smile
As my island’s isolation ends now
The once exile of seclusion
Is now worth the risk of this narrows’ inlet
At this water’s edge

You ignite me like the world began
I implode when you touch my hand
Our soft impressions lay in the sand

In the time it takes for this day to change
Will be for me never ending
‘cause I’m always sending
Good thoughts to you and your smile
As my island’s isolation ends now
The once exile of seclusion
Is worth the risk of this narrows’ inlet
At this water’s edge

Now even my head swims
When only my feet touch
The water’s edge

DELICATE DANCE

In this delicate dance
It’s who you know and what not to ask

In this delicate dance
Nothing much is left to chance

In this delicate dance
Righteousness meets tolerance

In this delicate dance
No face shows more than a mask

When clouds shroud this moon’s existence
It reveals you in true luminance

What’s graced upon you with elegance
Has words unspoken from the glance of your entrance

In this delicate dance
What’s left to doubt is no coincidence

And for one to experience
The vibrant tones from this resonance

What is sought after with vigilance
will be assured by due diligence

Doing more with just a little
Sequel to the bells & whistles

Buying into beliefs may not be
Cheap and easy as it may seem

But the refreshing reminder
when all things considered
Correlate in the expanse
Of the delicate dance

THE ANOMALY OF LOVE

The anomaly of love
Ventures into an unlikely place
And from there nothing does remain the same

Who’s not a stranger to being alone
Where this was once called home
But now it seems unfamiliar to know

Just because you thought what could never happen
Doesn’t stop it from happening
You’re now left wondering of this warmth you feel
Regardless of its curb appeal

What’s grown secure with the accustomed nature
Of what you’ve insisted on all along
Waits all the while as the thinking precludes
Everything that has nothing much else to do

Now the real nature is without measure

The unknown feeling is now familiar

What has been graced on you without explanation
Now gives into resignation

The predetermined course has been turned on end

With the anomaly of love
The departure begins
From what has been going on since way back when
The anomaly of love
Has no preconceptions
Bringing us to our own salvation

The anomaly of love exists without it’s own idea
Of what it is already an anomaly
The anomaly of love is here to experience
This rarity of this anomaly of love