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1. |
If You Were Paper
04:19
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IF YOU WERE PAPER
If you were paper, and I were glue
You know my love would surely stick to you
But you’re not paper and I’m not glue
And I can’t seem to change your point of view
More like water and oil
A magnet to your tin foil
You say goodbye I say hello
I run hot and you run cold
I bet again and you just fold
Why will you never look at me?
I m not the butter for your bread
You’d think by now I’d get that through my head
I sit and think of things I think you said
I know I’m trying to make gold out of lead
You give me the shivers I guess I give you the shakes
I’m stepping on the gas, while you’re slamming the brakes
I set my cap for you, no matter what it takes
Win or lose it’s the same to me in the big heartache
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2. |
Wavin' in the Wind
03:33
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Wavin’ in the Wind
I married him on a cold winter’s day
bare branches waving in the wind
which sadly moaned as my wedding guests did pray
for our happy union to begin
I don’t put stock in omens symbols or the like
No guiding hand to rule the day
No way to see what ill fortune might strike
No way to hold your fate at bay
I never thought my marriage day I would rue
I took my vows in all good faith
But rue I did when l learned the secret he hid
My love did swift evaporate
Now I don’t think of myself as the weaker sex
No reason why I should defer
I don’t care what these small townspeople expect
And I refuse to call him sir
I keep a sharp eye out for the traveling men
The ones so far away from home
I make them happy then they go away again
Use them so kindly they don’t know
There was a time when I would be called wicked bold
Run me out of town for my sins
Leave me to chill on a winter’s day so cold
bare branches wavin’in the wind
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3. |
Cages
03:30
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CAGES
Darva told her mama that she wants to be famous
Mom said hon how can I make you see
Just like a tricked up cover, Or a one night lover
It’s not all it’s cracked up to be
She said mom I got a black hole in my very heart
So dark and bloody and deep
Ain’t nothing special about me,
within or without me
Got no promise to myself I can keep
Well there’s no cage as strong as the one that you build with your very own hands
no light shines through these bars,
not sun moon or stars
it’s a cave, a no mans land
She said I’ll walk the line just as long as I can,
make it up as I go along
Get my name up in lights, if just for one night
There’s no one can tell me I’m wrong
but what do you do when the smiles are all gone
and you see you’re just yesterday’s fool
sure hope that gate’s not too dusty, frozen or rusty
you can wear your regret like a jewel
Oh I’m the mistress of my manner,
Stroking concertina
Here in my tower cell
There’s an endless moat, no hero’s cheap lifeboat
Cracked up like a thin eggshell.
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4. |
Truth Will Out
04:37
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TRUTH WILL OUT
We paved our road years ago, right over all the lies
And what we thought was dead and buried, is fixing to rise
Take me out of context, make me look like a fool
With you it’s no contest, you make up all the rules
Put me in the witness box, say “honey, testify”
Whatever I say is wrong, I have no alibi
You paid the judge and jury
For the verdict, and the fine
I’m guilty, guilty, guilty,
But it’s such a mundane crime
They say that truth is the daughter of time
I guess that you never thought I’d drop a dime
On you and your assumptions,
your misanthropic mind,
you misread my silence and took it all for fine
Take me out of context, make me look like a fool
With you it’s no contest, you make up all the rules
Take me out of context, make me look like a fool
I’m gonna quit this contest,
won’t play by your rules.
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Chicory Blue
02:48
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CHICORY BLUE
I live on a humped dirt road,
thirty miles from the city as the crow flies
Where the lawns are mowed,
the gardens planted in lines
But come early June the roadsides burst in blue
Oh chicory blue, you make me feel brand new
Oh chicory blue, humble roadside weed
Heavenly blue, you’re all I need
To take me out of my funk,
leave behind a head full of junk
Oh chicory blue, make me humble like you
I don’t have all the answers,
don’t even know what the questions are
Just seems so clear to me
that a dark eye can’t take you far
Sweet little blossom, beauty of the breakdown lane
Sweetheart of the shoulder,
in the rodeo of the double lane
You’re just a happenstance bloom,
growin’ from a little grit
All the traffic running by, they don’t notice you a bit
Serendipity bloom, shining up through the gloom
Soakin up the oil slick water
You’re Mother Nature’s true blue daughter
When I see you I can’t be sad
You’re the blues I wish I had
Oh chicory blue, you make me feel brand new
Oh chicory blue, you make me feel brand new.
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6. |
The Wheels Fell Off
03:59
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The Wheels Fell Off
Well I was doing pretty good Till the wheels fell off
Well I was doing pretty good Till the wheels fell off
Didn’t see it coming Didn’t have a clue
Now I’m stranded in the mud here And I don’t know what to do
Well I was doing pretty good till the train jumped the track
Well I was doing pretty good till the train jumped the track
I didn’t see it coming round that dark snaky bend
Now I’m sitting in the wreckage and looking for my friends
You know I don’t like to take advice Makes me feel beholden somehow
But maybe I should start Listening a little better now
Well I was doing pretty good till the shit hit the fan
Well I was dong pretty good till the shit hit the fan
Goin’ in the wrong direction hellbent and sideways
Gotta sharpen up my thinking and avoid these dumb clichés
I’ll read the writin on the wall And the message in the sky
Start thankin' you all For letting me pass by
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7. |
Dear Occupant
02:56
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DEAR OCCUPANT
Hello dear occupant, please open this
It’s like a message in a bottle, I hope you can’t resist
I used to live here in your house A long time ago
Now I’m a lot older I’m a right old scarecrow
There’s a lot that I remember
And probably more that I forget
I left it all such a long time It’s a dim silhouette
Had no brothers or sisters, I was a solitary child
I had lots of time on my hands
and no need for guile
My mom never talked too much,
my dad he played cards
Or worked on his roses in
what’s now your backyard
I had the place to myself, upstairs and down
And in my own little kingdom,
I wore a rhinestone crown.
They say that memory’s a weak thing,
it just can’t hold up
Like a mirror that’s lost its silver,
it gets all fogged up
But some things are just as clear to me now
as they were way back then
Time’s not always a straight thing,
sometimes it twists and bends
But still I was happy there, I hope you are too
A reply’s not expected,
this note’s just passing through
Please don’t send me any pictures,
my mind’s eye will do
Don’t want to see any changes,
no modern day views
Though I’m a thousand miles away,
and someone you’ve never known,
They say that home is where the heart is,
my heart is in your home.
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8. |
So Long
03:34
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SO LONG
The world’s a dark place, there’s nowhere to hide
You think you’ve got your own space, turns out you’re just fried
Never thought I’d be so lonely for so long
Thought I’d traded out of a bad deal, I was wrong
But there’s no turnin’ back now,
it’s done and he’s gone
I’m on my own road now,
better or worse, weak or strong
You stand as much chance as a possum crossing a six lane
But for the grace of something, guess I could feel more pain
If I stay here long enough, stewing in my juices
Maybe he’ll call my bluff, won’t hafta make excuses
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9. |
My Town
03:28
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My Town
My town, its one thing and many Like a bird in a cage, it’s wild and unfree
My town it’s like all the others It’s just the same old place And it always will be
I go down to the railroad station Platform decked out in skirts and suits
Parking lot, station cars, and cardboard coffee Cell phones and laptops and long commutes
My town has dirt roads and highways Asphalt veins, roadmaps of their hearts
My town it’s covered in desire Cool blue and green, hot black, new starts
And when I’m low I look out to the west And I gaze on that red horizon
Stretching out beyond doubt past pain and regret In my town, each day there’s a new sun rising
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10. |
You Can't Buck the Tide
04:39
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CAN’T BUCK THE TIDE
The wind shook the siding and it rattled your bones
Nor’easter is a brewing cooking up some hailstones
Go down in the basement till it all blows over
If you stay outside you’ll have to run for cover
Why do I gotta tell you what you already know?
You can’t buck the tide you got to go with the flow
Old grey Bernie’s standin’ there tapping his feet
Got his nose in the air sniffing out fresh meat
You know you don’t want to be served up for lunch or dinner
Sometimes the coward who runs turns out to be the winner
Or maybe I should I give you that old heave ho?
You can’t buck the tide you got to go with the flow.
Blondie saunters so cool down the avenue
Unaware of the flypaper stuck to her shoe
Then she stumbles in the path of some hunky Adonis
And busts off the heel of her new Manolo Blahniks
Oh well she didn’t really want to be the star of the show
You can’t buck the tide you got to go with the flow
Sometimes it’s better to grin and bear it
If the shoe fits why not wear it
After all, we we’re only human
So don’t worry like Alfred E. Neumann
There’s a fire burnin’ up that town in old Centralia
Burned down all the shade trees and blackened the azalea
But there’s still some folks a stayin’ in that smoking burg
They say we won’t be leaving till we got the urge
We can take the heat we’re gonna stay in this kitchen
We don’t care about how everybody’s bitchin’
We’re bucking the tide, we go against the flow
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11. |
Lottery Ticket
03:39
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LOTTERY TICKET
She’s a big old lady, smells of cabbage She’s a little arthritic, moving slow
She cleans houses, watches babies, hopin’ someday that she may be
Free of bitterness and feeling so low
She wields an iron, don’t know about irony She sings harmony in the gospel choir
It’s been a long life, a little short on the bootstraps.
Sure could use some to rise out of the mire.
She’s got five grown kids, they’re on their own now. Got it pretty hard too, so they say
One’s in the army, one’s in jail Two never call her without fail
Fifth’s got twins and one on the way
Now Jesus, he worked his miracles, and still they pinned him on a cross
No matter how sure you walk on that narrow path
it’s just so easy to get yourself lost
The devil’s in the details, or is it god they say
He helps those who help themselves
Along the golden way
She buys a lottery ticket same number each time it’s bound to hit soon why not for her?
She’d buy a color TV, a purple velvet settee
New carpet for every room
She’s trying so hard not to sink into despair
Cause that’s a sad and deadly sin
So when she buys that shiny bright ticket
Makes her happy, don’t even need to win
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12. |
Rebekah
03:52
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REBEKAH
And where ‘neath cold damp earth lay
And sleep in quiet day by day
And have no more on earth to say
Who’ll weep for me?
Rebekah was my third child
She was different from the rest
She was industrious and mild
She said I like a clean white space the best
Somewhere where I can work and pray
Laid out her wheel and loom
And spun and wove past end of day
Into the darkened gloom
When Rebekah was fourteen
She grew to hate the winter
On cold short days she’d rock and keen
Her father took against her
He said “she’s for the poorhouse”
I couldn’t say why not
A mouth to feed, a fruitless weed
I left that battle unfought
And when at last she died in there
She was thirty years of age
And I took all my tatting money
Was many a years’ small wage
And I took it to the stoneman,
And I paid for him to write
Rebekah’s stone, a mournful poem
Her bitter life’s requite
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Susan Kane New York, New York
Susan Kane’s award-winning sweet and sharp Americana seeks to alchemize the natural and the ethereal, weaving words and melodies to create moving songs. She is working on her fifth album, but will release singles along the way. As the pandemic recedes, she has returned to live performing, but loves the extended fan reach that Zoom creates. ... more
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