Tim Cheesebrow – Singer/Songwriter

When our hearts keep time in the night
With our faces warmed by firelight
In the moments between the bustle and the dreams
I find a piece of Avalon

When the dew still clings to the leaves
and a silent symphony rises to the east
I know what I see, but not what it means
as I feel the world awaken

Avalon Avalon I am bound for avalon
I find interconnection in universal perfection
I’m bound for Avalon

When I’m on the mountain-top
and the world seems more beautiful even though I’m not
there’s a prayer on my lips, but no breath to let it out
they never go unheard

When I’m with the one I love
and there’s nothing else but us
When I’m in her eyes getting myself lost
I find the way to Avalon

I used to go to church each week and
I would hear the preacher speak,
Have some holy wine and wheat
But it didn’t fill me up

I heard about the “Golden Rule”
And how to mind my P’s and Q’s
But that no matter what I do
I’m never good enough

Why can’t I be beautiful just as I am, with all my imperfections intact?
Some will say I’m a broken man, but God made me beautiful, and that’s what I am

Then a thought occurred to me
Guilt is like gravity
It holds the ground to my feet
So I can never fly too high

Or feel the love that’s in the air,
See the holiness everywhere,
Stop looking for heaven up there
When it’s right before my eyes

Sometimes I wonder how it all works out. I always have questions and always have my doubts.
It’s hard to hear though the silence when it feels like a test
But if I ask, “am I beautiful?” the answer’s “yes”

Why can’t I be beautiful just as I am, with all my imperfections intact?
Some will say I’m a broken man, but God made me…

Beautiful just as I am, with all my imperfections intact
Some will say we were broken from the start but God made us beautiful, and that’s what we are.

There’s an old, old song
We know before we’re young
It’s the quiet, low, slow beating heart of time

It started out, as a beat all by itself
Then it grew to include our world and all its life

(and we) Hear them sing “We are one. We are one.”
On our Carousel ‘round the Sun, ‘round the Sun.

There are comet strings
Saturn’s cymbal rings
And the Moon’s silver trumpet tune in the cello song of night

And raindrop bells
turn to bassy tidal swells
as the banjo winds drop them in
the ocean kettle-drum

And then a crescendo, building and building ‘till all of creation joins in, all join in
Some don’t see they’re out of key; too focused on differences when they just could have been listening

(and we) Hear them sing “We are one. We are one.”
On our Carousel ‘round the Sun, ‘round the Sun.

There’s something in the air that let’s me know it’s almost there
and then I see it in the paper it’s on Saturday
right next to the chiropractic ad that says “we’ll fix your back ache”
in the boldest print that could be displayed

On Saturday I jump into my Chrysler 1982
and make my way down route 13
it’s bales of hay and minivans and pumpkins with their fake suntans
and then I see it…it’s hard to beleive

it’s hard to hold back the tears
I’ve been waiting all year
and now I’m finally here at the

Corn maze…the best one I know open from labor day until we get snow
The corn maze, the best part of the fall, and once they build it it’s come one come all.

Much more than even Christmas cheer I love this corny atmosphere
I can feel it, the fields are alive with the
joy as it becomes so clear just why we’re all together here.
It’s a special bond that’s hard to describe

There’s a kid with cotton candy and his directionally challenged granny
yelling “can someone help me get out of this place?”
I say “straight until you see the bear, a right, a left and you’re almost there”
I lied…but what do you expect in the…

Just the next day it snows
and the gate has a sign saying “closed”
but I get a little smile on my face
I only have to wait 364 more days

(till the) corn maze…the best one I know open from labor day until we get snow
the corn maze the best part of the fall but would technically be maize maze anywhere else at all…

It’s a backlit closet door
Something’s there but we don’t know what for
We keep a fire burning for everything gone wrong
It’s only dark when they burn too long

We only needed time
It always seems we look back to find
The things we thought would end us on the spot
Only needed time

It’s a wasted sunny day
Never go outsite ’cause we forgot how to play
and relief sets in as it rains again
‘Cause there’s no guilt about staying in

Remembering our faults is good
It keeps us from making more mistakes than we would
But somewhere down the line we’ll lay them aside
and we come to know in time everything will be alright

I’ve seen the fields on the first day of summer
I’ve seen winter’s white blanket on Christmas day
I’ve seen the sun race upward with the moon chasing after
to bring all its silence and take the colors away

Lay me down where the grass grows so high
Give me some wings, it’s my turn to fly
All I ever asked for your love
Is remember to remember me when I am gone.

I’ve seen the faces of children in laughter
I’ve given away what I have left to share
I’ve smelled the flowers still in the garden
I’ve kissed a girl with them in her hair

I’ve tasted the morning’s first cup of coffee
I’ve roamed as far as I wanted to roam
I’m finally here right on the Lord’s highway
You can catch up to me later, and then we’ll go home.

I look up at the stars, see them working hard
No time off, they never get a weekend
I wonder if they’d mind, or if they’d cease to shine
If there were no-one here to see them.

I’d like to build a bridge past the outer rim
To the nearest star, 30 trillion miles or so
To find what I can find or at least to see the light
From the Sun a million years ago.

How can they know all the people that watch them glow, as they hurl their hearts to the great unknown?
Or how thankful we are for each end every star in the great galaxy show.

Soon it seems to me I’m looking at a sea
With Pisces swimming in and out of view
Orion carries on chasing Aries towards the dawn
In his little dipper canoe

To someone far away we’re just a part of their play that begins at the end of every day
As a little dot of white among a million other lights dancing to take their breath away

And how can we know all the people that watch us glow through all of space or right next door?
Or how thankful they are for us being what we are… oh we can never know
How thankful they are for us playing our part…in the great galaxy show

It always starts as a joke cause nobody knows what they don’t know
‘bout living the life of someone else
Then the jokes fade away and what’s left is what was really said
You’re not like me so I don’t want to know you no more.

It always starts with a man having less than another has
Thinking he deserves a little bit more
So he’ll try to take it, but in the wake he’s making
Just another thing for us to kill each other for.

There will be a light
It looks now dim and slight
But it brightest when the times are dark as night
And one day, one day there will be a light.

It always starts just for love there’s nobody else they’re thinking of
Then one day someone catches their eye
They think “It’s just for today” don’t think of what they’re throwing away
When they’re found it’s the children that are left with a mess.

It always starts good intentions, but soon there’ll be interventions
When the poison’s more important than the pain
“I’m gonna change” he seems to cry as his family waves goodbye
They close the door and he reaches for a way to get high.

Can’t find a reason we do all the things we do, if the world is ugly then we’ll be ugly too.
We own and we own and we own and we die for our riches and buy our clothes when we know that there’s blood in the stitches
Love can save me, there has to be a day because things just can’t possibly stay this way.

It’s mid July I go to take a walk outside and take in all this blessed summer night
Time stands still listening to a whipporwhill sing its little song with all its might
The bird takes flight and I’m brought to such great heights on and on ‘till it’s out of sight
I look to my right the fields’ alive with fireflies and their dancing phosphorescent fairy light

I’ll let you in on a secret I’ve been harboring…the best bit of summer’s in the garden…

There’s nothing like a fresh tomato
You can taste the wind of a summer tornado
And the rain that filled it up, the earth that made it whole
and the sun that warmed its soul

It’s those lazy days spent with a glass of lemonade when I can let my mind drift away
So that I may somehow find a creative way to keep all those dandilions at bay
It seems like a day then they turn grey and fly away in any direction it might blow
I act irritated at those yellow invaders but the truth is I’m just glad it’s not snow

When I was nine I’d watch my grandma take her time and pick the choicest fruits right off the vine
Now I know it’s not about the seeds you sow, but all the love you give to help them grow

We’re just like those fresh tomatoes
Holding on through a summer tornado
With faith to fill us up love to make us whole
And beauty to warm our souls

It’s a big, big world
When I was young I could feel it turn
It went to the left, I ran to the right
Hoping to speed up the night

Maybe I ran too fast
Because the moments now they don’t seem to last
I wish I had learned to slow it down
or to make the most of every trip around

Turning away from my worry, turning away from my waste and in it’s place
Love will find me. In it’s place a brand new day

The world keeps spinning day into night
Not always at the pace that I would like
It’s not moving fast, I’m just moving slow
As I carry the weight of what I should let go

I don’t want to wonder
On my dying day
What would, or could have happened
If I’d lived some other way

I’m not yet old, but old enough
To know that I should take the time for love
Time to laugh, and time to say good bye
And to see the spark that shines in every eye