PSALM 1

Happy those who do not follow

the counsel of the wicked,

Nor go the way of sinners,

nor sit in the company with scoffers.

Rather, the law of the Lord is their joy;

God's law they study day and night.

They are like a tree

planted near streams of water,

that yields its fruit in season;

Its leaves never wither;

whatever they do

PSALM 1

Happy those who do not follow

the counsel of the wicked,

Nor go the way of sinners,

nor sit in the company with scoffers.

Rather, the law of the Lord is their joy;

God's law they study day and night.

They are like a tree

planted near streams of water,

that yields its fruit in season;

Its leaves never wither;

whatever they do prospers.

II

But not the wicked!

They are like chaff driven by the wind.

Therefore the wicked will not survive judgment,

nor will sinners in the assembly of the just.

The LORD watches over the way of the just,

but the way of the wicked leads to ruin.

The Times They Are A-Changin' by Bob Dylan / Cover by Fran Schultz

Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone If your time to you Is worth savin' Then you better start swimming' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin'.

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The Times They Are A-Changin' by Bob Dylan / Cover by Fran Schultz

Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone If your time to you Is worth savin' Then you better start swimming' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin'.

* Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin' For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'

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Come Senators, Congressmen Please heed the call Don't stand in the doorway Don't block up the hall For he that gets hurt Will be he who has stalled There's a battle outside And it is ragin' It'll soon shake your windows And rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin'.

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Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And don't criticize What you can't understand Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command Your old road is rapidly agin' Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand For the times they are a-changin'.

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The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The order is Rapidly fadin' And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin'.

Just want to fly

Music Demo & Lyrics by Franny Schultz 2015

Angels fly

in my mind

As I hover over the trees

I see the horizon

I see the sky

I don’t know why, why, why

I just want to fly. But you

Keep bringing me down,

Into the ground,

into the ground

I just want to fly

You just want to

pound me into the ground

I just want to fly

I just want to

Just want to fly

Music Demo & Lyrics by Franny Schultz ©2015

Angels fly

in my mind

As I hover over the trees

I see the horizon

I see the sky

I don’t know why, why, why

I just want to fly. But you

Keep bringing me down,

Into the ground,

into the ground

I just want to fly

You just want to

pound me into the ground

I just want to fly

I just want to fly

I don’t even want to cry

Don’t even want to cry

Just want to fly

I don’t want to fight with you

Hey, why’d you make me so blue, hey you

Just when you want to go home

I just want to be free,

free

Just let me be me.

I ain’t perfect and who is?

Do you know anybody who is?

Oh, show me, show me, show me.

Don’t push me into the ground

I just want to fly

fly free,

fly away free

Don’t want no more of your abuse.

Tired of your putting me down.

Hey, don’t want you around

Just so you can kick me down

I don’t want you around.

Just a little mad / music & lyrics by Fran Schultz / Demo

I can't help but sing the blues ...

And I say, hey, what are you going to say

when you're on your way

you don't know what I think but you imagine that you do

how silly of you how silly of you

with all that nasty stuff in between those two big ears

you don't hear a thing I can't sing

Just a little mad / music & lyrics by Fran Schultz / Demo

I can't help but sing the blues ...

And I say, hey, what are you going to say

when you're on your way

you don't know what I think but you imagine that you do

how silly of you how silly of you

with all that nasty stuff in between those two big ears

you don't hear a thing I can't sing

would rather grow some wings

grow some wings and fly fly fly fly

you wonder why

you wonder why

why things are so sad

and don't you think it's 'cause you've gone just a little mad

just a wee bit mad

just a wee-bit

so so, so so sad

just a little mad