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While studying the American Revolution in the sixth grade our
history book referred to the first skirmish as "The Shot Heard
Round the World." In this song I present to you the
diametrically opposing concept "Shots Not Heard". This song was
inspired by the true short story of the same title that I wrote
decades ago about the opening day of buck season when I could
have fired the first shot in City Creek Canyon but instead chose
to pull out my camera and photograph the buck through my rifle
scope. As a teenager I had hunted with a bow and a rifle. Now I
do all my hunting with my camera, preserving nature's touch. To
read intimate details about my experiences
(click here.) To see my previous song "Rise Above the Moon"
(click here) and to see my latest
release, "Clock Me Out" (click here.)
I have at least 9 more
songs on the way. I think my songwriting is getting better
with each new song, so keep an
eye on my "What's New" page and be the
first to hear some really great tunes!
Lyrics for "Shots Not Heard"
Words and Music by A. J. Windless
I will do a tiptoe,
Shoot a flamingo,
I will shoot a big fat hippo!
Shoot a sprinting cheetah,
Shoot a squinting zebra,
I will shoot a rare white rhino!
With my camera,
Firing shots not heard,
Preserving nature's touch.
I will shoot the artic fox,
Sitting on the hard rocks,
While he's scouting out the swan flocks!
Shoot the baby panda,
Shoot the cuddly koala,
I will shoot the waddling penguin!
With my camera,
Firing shots not heard,
Preserving nature's touch.
I am going to shoot this deer (all day long!)
I will leave him still standing here (Yes, I will!)
With my camera,
Firing shots not heard,
Preserving nature's touch.
I can shoot the grizzly bear,
If I say my morning prayer,
Then I'll need to change my underwear!
From this spreading cypress,
Shoot this striking tigress,
Leading cubs that continually digress!
With my camera,
Firing shots not heard,
Preserving nature's touch.
I can shoot the endangered loon (Wake me up!)
I can even shoot the moon (Blow it up!)
With my camera,
Firing shots not heard,
Pursuing nature's touch.
I can hunt out of season (Yes, I can!)
Don't need a license!
Shoot the bumbling bees,
Shoot the tumbling seas,
I can shoot the pretty girls!
Shoot the sunrise skies,
Shoot the butterflies,
I can even shoot myself!
With my camera,
Firing shots not heard,
Preserve this sacred touch.
Everything so still,
I'm filled with a quiet thrill,
If I could just instill this feel into my life!
Firing shots not heard,
Firing shots not heard,
Just me and my camera.
copyright A. J. Windless
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