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Literary Angel
05:52
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Literary Angel
Words and Music by Robert Martin Teetsov
I was in the neighborhood
and I couldn't resist coming to see you.
I wish I could write a song
to let you know how I feel about you,
how you make me feel.
I opened up the door
and saw you there,
a poet's dream finally found,
after a long walk through hard times,
loveless times.
You're my
Literary Angel
oh, oh, oh.
You're my
Literary Angel
oh, oh, oh.
You're my
Literary Angel
oh, oh, oh.
You're my
Literary Angel
oh, oh, oh.
You're my
Literary Angel
oh, oh, oh.
You're my
Literary Angel
oh, oh, oh.
You were there to welcome me
and you knew my name
before I told you.
You smiled like the moon above,
you made me dream about you.
Oh you make me dream.
I thought of you as I crossed the Seine.
I thought of this refrain
to sing of your sweet blue eyes
and your radiant smile.
You're my
Literary Angel
oh, oh, oh.
You're my
Literary Angel
oh, oh, oh.
You're my
Literary Angel
oh, oh, oh.
You're my
Literary Angel
oh, oh, oh.
You're my
Literary Angel
oh, oh, oh.
You're my
Literary Angel
oh, oh, oh.
You smiled as we climbed the stairs.
You looked back to see that I followed.
I wish I had had the time
to tell you how much I think about you,
how you make me feel.
I saw you listening there behind the door,
your face just barely seen.
I couldn't ignore your beauty there.
You're a poem rare.
You're my
Literary Angel
oh, oh, oh.
You're my
Literary Beauty
oh, oh, oh.
You're my
Literary Angel
oh, oh, oh.
You're my
Literary Beauty
oh, oh, oh.
You're my
Literary Angel
oh, oh, oh.
You're my
Literary Angel
oh, oh, oh.
I was in the neighborhood
and I couldn't resist coming to see you.
I wish I could write a song
to let you know how I feel about you,
how you make me feel.
I opened up the door
and saw you there,
a poet's dream finally found,
after a long walk through hard times,
after a long walk through hard times,
after a long walk through hard times,
loveless times.
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2. |
Heat In Your Mind
03:20
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Heat In Your Mind
Words and Music by Robert Martin Teetsov
She married her best friend,
she told me one day.
The summer would be sweet for her,
she predicted that day.
So sweet it would be
for her and her man.
Sweet summers are not for all to have.
Sweet summers belong to pretty girls.
Sweet summers are not for all to have.
Sweet summers belong to pretty
boys and girls.
Only love makes a summer sweet.
Only love makes a summer sweet.
Or else it's only heat in your mind,
in your mind,
in your mind.
You've got heat in your mind, boy.
You've got heat in your mind, boy.
You've got heat in your mind.
You've got heat in your mind, boy.
It's that unbearable heat that numbs you down.
And the summer sweetness can't save you from this.
I lost all the dreams I had of her that day.
They were all swept away
in one brutal wave.
Just like all the dreams I had of you.
Sweet summers are not for all to have.
Sweet summers belong to pretty girls.
Sweet summers are not for all to have.
Sweet summers belong to pretty
boys and girls.
Only love makes a summer sweet.
Only love makes a summer sweet.
Or else it's only heat in your mind,
in your mind,
in your mind.
You've got heat in your mind, boy.
You've got heat in your mind, boy.
You've got heat in your mind.
You've got heat in your mind, boy.
It's that unbearable heat that numbs you down.
And the summer sweetness can't save you from this.
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3. |
Words Can't Explain
05:45
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Words Can't Explain
Words and Music by Robert Martin Teetsov
Help me break through
to the other side.
This life of mine
is getting to
be too much,
and too little for me.
Just a gentle touch from you
is all I need to go on,
to keep living,
just one simple touch,
and I'll know what you mean.
'Cause I've reached the point where
I don't know what to say.
I'm speechless.
'Cause words seem helpless
they can't
help me to explain
how I feel.
These days words seem
as helpless as me.
Words can't explain.
Perhaps only my eyes
can tell you how I feel about you.
I can't find the words to say
how I'd like to live all my days
with you,
how I'd like to live all my days
with you.
It's been a long, long time
since I've seen happy days.
I'm waiting,
I hope to see them,
those days again.
Around the corner
when I least expect it.
Though I have my doubts,
every day I believe in it,
that I'll wake you up from your
waking slumber,
and you'll walk with me.
I'm speechless.
'Cause words seem helpless.
They can't
help me to explain
how I feel.
These days words seem
as helpless as me.
Words can't explain.
Perhaps only my eyes
can tell you how I feel about you.
I can't find the words to say
how I'd like to live all my days
with you,
how I'd like to live all my days
with you,
how I'd like to live all my days
with you.
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4. |
Kelly's Waltz
04:22
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Kelly's Waltz
Words and Music by Robert Martin Teetsov
You make me silly.
You make me giddy.
You make me dance to this sweet little ditty,
by a singer named Elliot,
a voice sad and delicate.
Twirl, my sweet Kelly, twirl.
Twirl, twirl,
my sweet Kelly, twirl.
Twirl, twirl,
I'll take you for a whirl.
In your arms tonight,
you make me feel right.
Twirl, my sweet Kelly, twirl.
I think you're pretty.
I think you're witty.
I think you come from a far, golden city,
where the gold's not of metal,
but of soft flower petals.
Dance, my sweet Kelly, dance.
Let's dance, dance,
my sweet Kelly, dance.
Dance, dance,
as we did in France.
Love the joy in you.
You make me feel new.
Dance, my sweet Kelly, dance.
When the morning comes,
we'll dance once again.
When the sun shines in,
we'll twirl and spin.
When the night arrives,
we'll dance entwined.
When the moon does shine,
I'll be yours and you mine.
I love you so.
This you must know.
I love you more,
the further we go.
I will love you forever,
in storm and fair weather.
Dance, my sweet Kelly, dance.
Twirl, twirl,
my sweet Kelly, twirl.
Twirl, twirl,
I'll take you for a whirl.
In your arms tonight,
you make me feel right.
Twirl, my sweet Kelly, twirl.
Twirl, my sweet Kelly, twirl.
Twirl, my sweet Kelly, twirl.
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5. |
Desolate City
03:40
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Desolate City
Words and Music by Robert Martin Teetsov
Is there anybody out there
feels the way that I do?
My soul is tied in a knot
as I wander 'round this broken down town,
searching for you.
Is there anybody out there
feels the way that I do?
My soul is tied in a knot
and I stumble 'round this broken down town,
waiting for you.
I simply...
I simply...
I simply want to be
in a loving woman's arms.
I simply want to be
in a loving woman's arms.
I want to nuzzle there in your arms.
I need you to hold me and whisper to me
and smile at me,
and wipe away my tears
when I think I'm dreaming.
It's been so long.
It's been so long.
It has been so long.
I know you're out there somewhere.
I know you're out there somewhere.
Maybe even in this desolate city.
Searching for me in this desolate city.
Writing my name on this desolate city.
Is there anybody...
Is there anybody out there
feels the way that I do?
My soul is tied in a knot
as I wander 'round this broken down town,
searching for you.
Is there anybody out there
feels the way that I do?
My soul is tied in a knot
and I stumble 'round this broken down town,
waiting for you.
I'm making my way through this desolate city.
I'm searching for you in this desolate city.
I'm writing your name on this desolate city.
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6. |
Hard Blowing Wind
04:35
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Hard Blowing Wind
Words and Music by Robert Martin Teetsov
In this silent hour
when dawn turns to day,
I reach out my arms
to the sun's warming rays.
It's been a long night
where the cold seeped in
at every seam of my soul.
Cryin' out didn't help at all
in my lonesome fight.
Cryin' out didn't help at all
in my lonesome fight,
in my lonesome fight,
in my lonesome fight.
When there's a
hard blowing wind,
when there's a
hard blowing wind,
when there's a
hard blowing wind,
you stand strong.
You stand strong.
Oh yah.
I woke up in the morning
and saw you next to me,
your long brown hair
'round your sleepy head
us spoonin'
your body pressed to me.
Now I long for those days.
I long for your kiss,
to have you here beside me
and to rub your back.
To feel the summer rain with you
to see the lightning flash
to hear the thunder roll
to have a different revelation
to replace the old,
to replace the old,
to replace the old.
When there's a
hard blowing wind,
when there's a
hard blowing wind,
when there's a
hard blowing wind,
I'll hold you tight,
all through the night,
'til the morning light
shines bright.
Do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do,
do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do,
do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do,
do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do,
do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do,
do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do,
do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do.
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7. |
The Leaves Are Falling
02:16
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The Leaves Are Falling
Words and Music by Robert Martin Teetsov
The leaves are falling.
Summer is passing again.
My tears are falling.
I pray someone will hear them fall.
My only hope
is that it's you.
My heart is calling.
Are you passing me by?
I think I'm falling.
I pray someone will catch my fall.
My only hope
is that it's you.
The rain is falling.
Winter is stretching out long.
I won't be falling.
I have told myself to be strong,
but I'd be stronger with you.
I hear love calling.
Don't let love pass us by.
The spring is coming,
so let's let this love bird fly.
My greatest hope is to love you.
I hope you'll love me too.
I hope you'll love me too.
I hope you'll love me too.
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8. |
A Little Love
03:44
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A Little Love
Words and Music by Robert Martin Teetsov
A little love
is all I ask of you.
A little love
to see me through.
A little love
is all I ask of you.
A little love
to see me through.
A little tenderness
would do me good.
A little tenderness
would heal my wounds.
A little tenderness
would do me well.
A little tenderness
would break this spell.
How I'd love
to hold you now,
if you'd care
to see
that this love
in me
is true.
If you'd give me a chance,
then my heart
would dance
to the music
in you.
A little love
is all I need.
A little love
would save me please.
A little love
is really all I want.
I know it's a lot to ask
but I beg you please.
A little love
come find me here.
Oh little love
I'm so, so near.
Oh little love
can't you see me now?
Oh little love
you're so, so dear.
Will you spend
all your life
in the search for Mr. Right
when Mr. Right is right here?
I feel like I'm in the fog
where you walk me
like a dog,
but you must know that
I'm not man's best friend.
A little love
is all I need.
A little love
oh baby please.
A little love
would do me right.
A little love
through this cold night.
A little love
would set me free.
A little love
oh baby please.
A little love
can't you share with me?
A little love
I'll share with thee.
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9. |
Leini By The Sea
03:46
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Leini By The Sea
Words and Music by Robert Martin Teetsov
He took his little daughter's hand
as they climbed the hill by the sea.
He said, "Leini, let's go this way, dear."
And her mother was on her other side,
her hand she held.
Leini remembers that day.
They brought me over here
after nights in cellars
when bombs made craters
where families once lived.
They brought me here
in their hearts.
I wasn't yet conceived,
but they loved me even then.
They loved me even then,
some 50 years ago,
but they could never know
what I suffer now
in this land over the sea.
Leini by the sea.
Leini by the sea.
Her father sailed upon those Baltic waves.
And Leini saw him there,
as he waved to her
from behind that billowing sail,
his wavy, black hair
lifted on the wind.
They brought me over here
after nights in cellars
when bombs made craters
where families once lived.
They brought me here
in their hearts.
I wasn't yet conceived,
but they loved me even then.
They loved me even then,
some 50 years ago,
but they could never know
what I suffer now
in this land over the sea.
Leini by the sea.
Leini by the sea.
Her father died upon those Russian fields.
He thought of Leini then,
as he braved the steely gale
of that man-made hell,
his wavy, black hair
torn on the fiery wind.
He took his little daughter's hand
as they climbed the hill by the sea.
He said, "Leini, let's go this way, dear."
And her mother was on her other side,
her hand she held.
Leini remembers that day.
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10. |
Too Much Hate
03:08
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Too Much Hate
Words and Music by Robert Martin Teetsov
There's too much carnage in this world,
too many skewed beliefs,
too many professors of hate,
who twist God's Word to their taste
for blood.
There's too much hate in this world,
too many people who kill their fellow man
in the name of God,
or the name of a man.
Meanwhile, we go on as if hate don't exist,
as if war were so far away.
We wait 'til it's knockin' at our door,
but then it's too late.
So do something now.
It's not the soldiers who are going to save you.
It's only a helping hand that saves,
that'll save you and me.
There's too much loneliness in this world,
too many wasted hearts,
too many confessors of lost hope,
who wander the crowded streets in the dark,
looking for a little love
and a hand to hold,
waiting for the light of a dawning day
yet to come.
Meanwhile, we go on as if love don't exist,
as if peace were so far away,
well it's knockin' at our door.
We better open before it's too late.
So do something now.
It's not the soldiers who are going to save you.
It's only a helping hand that saves,
that'll save you and me.
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11. |
Electric Line
03:34
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Electric Line
Words and Music by Robert Martin Teetsov
I imagine you
in the sea
my love
wading there
to your knees.
I imagine
your wet hair
your blond hair brown
circle your shoulders bare.
I imagine how
fair they are
your shoulders bare
my love.
The waves delight
at your knees
as they caress you.
The waves delight
at your knees
as they caress you.
I imagine you
in the sea
walking among the waves.
They keep you company.
The sun sets
as the twilight warms you
there,
as the short summer night
begins
my love.
Where will you stay?
Where will you stay?
Where will you stay
these days,
in that distant city
of yours?
Only this electric line
connects us,
messages we exchange.
Where will you stay
these days,
when I'm dreaming of you
my love?
The waves delight
at your knees
as they caress you.
The waves delight
at your knees
as they caress you.
I imagine you
in the sea
walking among the waves.
They keep you company.
The sun sets
as the twilight warms you
there,
as the short summer night
begins to fade
my love.
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12. |
Don't Give Up
02:14
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Don't Give Up
Words and Music by Robert Martin Teetsov
Don't give up
when times are tough
and you think
you've lost your best self
who you used to be
when you were free.
Don't give up.
Don't give in
when times are thin
and you think
love's nowhere to be found.
You will find love one day
I hope and pray.
Don't give in.
Yes I know
not everyone's an object of desire
but I know
my voice will reach the sky.
When the objects of desire fall to dust
my voice will still be rising
higher and higher.
'Cause I won't give in
to this maddening din
that chokes the world
with indifference and spite.
I will not surrender to it.
I'll keep my song alive.
I won't give in.
Oh please, my friend,
don't give in.
No, no,
don't give in.
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Bob Teetsov Chicago, Illinois
Bob Teetsov is an Estonian-American singer songwriter and film director. Bob's new album, LOVESEEKERS, produced with Damien Somville in Paris, France, was released independently on CD and in digital form on February 11th, 2022. Several of the songs on LOVESEEKERS appeared in Bob's first feature film, entitled "Armastus (love)", which he filmed in Chicago and Tokyo. ... more
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