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Bottled Blues

Wind chimes remind the old man of better times once had with his old lady
Stepping out into the shady blues, still praying under the porch light snooze
Try confessing sins with cheap red wine flowing through your blood
Wearing thin
Wearing thin

Letting the dust settle down
Watching the candles burn down
Allowing the cats to creep around

A frail body, a frail soul, touched by remorse, what a worn soul
There ain’t no cure for the bottled blues, take a nap Jack it’s all up to you
Drink it up man, drink it down, fail to live now you’re just a clown
There ain’t no cure for the bottled blues, take a nap Jack it’s all up to you

Ashtrays remind the old man of smoky days once had with his old lady
The storybook is old upon crinkly skin, crosses gold, wading through the warped and the sold
He doesn’t like no good scalawags, such as yourself bagged eyes in a burlap sack burning up to the max

Letting the dust settle down
Watching the candles burn down
Allowing the cats to creep around

A frail body, a frail soul, touched by remorse, what a worn soul
There ain’t no cure for the bottled blues, take a nap Jack it’s all up to you
Drink it up man, drink it down, fail to live now you’re just a clown
There ain’t no cure for the bottled blues, take a nap Jack it’s all up to you

Four sleepless nights remind the old man of sicker days once had with his old lady
Three whisky and waters by two in the afternoon by nightfall feeling just like one greasy spoon

Letting the dust settle down
Watching the candles burn down
Allowing the cats to creep around

Truth Be Told

Strangers laughing oh so soon
Shaking hands under the moon
Pushing past making rounds
Dealing a healthy dose of hate
You confounded fools, rattle the gourd

Wide smiles with a smudged face
Skipping along watching her shoe lace dance
Linen skirts twirl in the dirt
Clenching a pocketful of coins
You tame beast, tuck tail and run

Truth be told
Lies are sold
Truth be told
If you fit this mold
Truth be told
About to fold
Truth be told
She hopes into a paper plane

Back up, back up against a wall
Peeling paint anxious to fall
Buckled once above a worn soul
Run little girl, after all
This is your world, follow your heart

Truth be told
Lies are sold
Truth be told
If you fit this mold
Truth be told
About to fold
Truth be told
She hopes into a paper plane

Poison arrows pierce the sun
Shadows fall upon the young
Somebody please would you wake up
Somebody please would you shake up
Somebody please would you make up with these fools
I hope you had your fun

Awake

Sitting sloped in a slump on a hill near a stump
Thinking ‘bout the days to come
Skip a rock across the pond the water breaks into a song
I sing along in harmony
What’s in store for a man who drinks his tea and walks the land
Then covers up his tracks
Silly girl take my hand watch your step on second thought
I’ll pick you up and take you home

Dreams were made for days like today in the rain
Dreamers dream beside streams under trees catching memories

Silver clouds adorn the sky seasons pass still you and I
Set the pace for springtime
Don’t judge a day by its colors let the wind pull the sail
God of evening never fails
Predicting storms here to come observing signs drawn by the sun
I’ll carry you through

Dreams were made for days like today in the rain
Dreamers dream beside streams under trees catching memories
Dreams were made for days like today in the rain
Dreamers dream beside streams under trees catching memories

Selfish man takes his share
No not me, pulled by your stare and a simple prayer
Meadows roll with thoughts of you
Ticking time glass shattered through
Shaking off the world

Sweet Turpentine

Unclench that fist, stuck up signs
At the end of the hall checkered designs
Stick in spokes makes for twisted falls
But who’s to blame for all these messed up calls
Burn the frayed ends, let’s call it a night
But I’m ‘bout to fall like Stonehenge, what a sight

They say if you love someone you’ll set them free
They say if they come back it was meant to be
Maybe, maybe

I’m a door off hinge
I need some turpentine from my sweet Madeline to get me off this binge
But pour another glass meanwhile
Let’s start again some other day
When the leaves turn brown green and gray

They say if you love someone you’ll set them free
They say if they come back it was meant to be
Maybe, maybe

Don’t rape the world and tempt your soul
Knowledge is brighter than shards of gold
Don’t rape the world and tempt your soul
Knowledge is brighter than shards of gold

Holding back pushing forth
I fell into this fall somewhere north of here
That’s where I’d like to be with one hand stretched forth
Take it back when I say and come back another day

Defunct

Blowing smoke rings into the October sky
Dim memories haunt me failure to reply
I’m playing tug of war with the souls of my feet
Static stare in limbo
Fond memories haunt me failure to reply

I may just be treading water
But it seems to me that I’m getting farther away from you

If only my demons were here to inspire me
Primitive soul still passion desires me

I may just be treading water
But it seems to me that I’m getting farther away from you

Habits inhabit the strangest of places
Leaving behind the emptiest of spaces
Lightning strikes go ahead throw your dice away
I’ve already lost the fight and I’m in the fray

Spades high spirits dry out of sight out of mind
Spades high spirits dry out of sight out of mind

Gambler's Dream *

Sometimes the world moves with you
Embrace the people helping you
I had an oak heart, falling from the start
Driven through the heart, captured while on guard

If I’m caught running with the wolves I’ll die slow
Imagination moves my soul into a slipstream of hope

Ascend, silver dollar heads or tails
Fly free, gravity is bound to fail
I have a sharp mind, convicted I will find
Assisted by the kind, convinced there are no signs

It’s a gambler’s dream
In a dried-up stream
It’s a gambler’s dream
In a dried-up stream

At times, I run so fast I break away
Moving, no such thing as ball and chain
I’ve held so many breaths, it’s time that I confess
I’ve never had success, nevertheless I have been blessed

* = Lyrics co-written with Nathan Norris Pattie

Marmalade Sun

I never thought it would turn out this way
What a pleasant surprise meeting the girl of today
Do a dance let me give you our first glance
Under the marmalade sun

Tip the bucket it’s time to celebrate
Out with the old it’s time to resonate
Tell me a story most anything will do
But I’m here on this earth to be with you
Under the marmalade sun

Tea for two in a five inch box
Under a weeping willow tree dried up in thought
Tea for two walking poets
Setting sail in the dirt stoked and stoic

Amongst the dried-up willow leaves
Mimicking boats merrily soaring
Under the marmalade sun
Amongst the dried-up willow leaves
Mimicking boats merrily soaring
Under the marmalade sun

Faces in a crowd are merely pebbles in the sand
Until a feather finally lands
On the one that makes me stand
Under the marmalade sun

Tea for two in a five inch box
Under a weeping willow tree dried up in thought
Tea for two walking poets
Setting sail in the dirt stoked and stoic

Amongst the dried-up willow leaves
Mimicking boats merrily soaring
Under the marmalade sun
Amongst the dried-up willow leaves
Mimicking boats merrily soaring
Under the marmalade sun

Seagulls fly so high just as kites soar shy
Just a bit of heaven smiling
Staring down at you and I
Under the marmalade sun

Man Made of Canvas

Old friends recollect
Exact tales long ago
A barrage of memories flood the mind
So keep them close
Tattered sails never fail to reveal
That he’s grounded and grieved
Summertime, so sublime walking the open fields

Another burden created for a man made of canvas
Watch the colors run
Another burden created for a man made of canvas
Watch the colors run

Collapsed, burnt-out
Built-up with embrace
Pushing his limits, never turning down a face

Another burden created for a man made of canvas
Watch the colors run
Another burden created for a man made of canvas
Watch the colors run

Reliving memories
Call it empty
Call it lasting
Cold coffee warmed again
It’s another day for the living

Collector-driven to many perfections
But life’s too short
Stretch your hands
Splash your face because
Life is for the living

Mermaid Guppy

Maple in the afternoon
Hazel in the evening by the sea
I’m rearranging puzzles on the surface
And I’m so troubled

Squinted eyes, horizon skies
Comfortable in her colored ways
Patiently awaiting the next rise and fall
I might just pray for a storm to wash us away

Sugar rose petals follow the tongue
Lanky awkward like the morning’s setting sun
Slip and slide oh please girl do not hide
Swimming guppy, swimming angel

Crystal clear silhouette tangled up etiquette
I’m tripping over you, you’re tripping over me
We’re so human it’s nice to be home

Sugar rose petals follow the tongue
Lanky awkward like the morning’s setting sun
Slip and slide oh please girl do not hide
Swimming guppy, swimming angel

Dancing on the Tracks *

I live in a box car
Buried deep in the earth
I punch holes in the sides
Quench my thirst with the dirt
It’ so hard to float
When I’m swimming in sand
You threw me a rope
It fell out of my hands

You gotta sit up and breathe
Exhale and stand
Watch the train with the people
Pass on through the land
I feel sorry for them but grateful that I
Can stand up on the tracks
And dance ‘till I die

I walk a straight path
But I was destined to roam
I sold my best dreams
For a car and a phone
But the money was good
And my spirit the cost
It was a high price to pay
To feel misled and lost

You gotta sit up and breathe
Exhale and stand
Watch the train with the people
Pass on through the land
I feel sorry for them but grateful that I
Can stand up on the tracks
And dance ‘till I die

Hey conductor, come here
This window is smudged
There’s something outside
And this door just won’t budge
Let me off the next stop
There’s a crossroads ahead
I’ll stop selling my soul
And flatten copper instead

You gotta sit up and breathe
Exhale and stand
Watch the train with the people
Pass on through the land
I feel sorry for them but grateful that I
Can stand up on the tracks
And dance ‘till I die

* = Lyrics by Nathan Norris Pattie