{"id":210,"date":"2023-12-15T03:51:20","date_gmt":"2023-12-15T08:51:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/allysencallerymusic.com\/?page_id=210"},"modified":"2023-12-28T13:51:19","modified_gmt":"2023-12-28T18:51:19","slug":"lyrics","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/allysencallerymusic.com\/?page_id=210","title":{"rendered":"Lyrics"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/allysencallerymusic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/12\/Gruselthon_MBxAC_Split_Cover_1450px.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/allysencallerymusic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/12\/Gruselthon_MBxAC_Split_Cover_1450px-1024x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"640\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-2230\" srcset=\"https:\/\/allysencallerymusic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/12\/Gruselthon_MBxAC_Split_Cover_1450px-1024x1024.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/allysencallerymusic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/12\/Gruselthon_MBxAC_Split_Cover_1450px-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/allysencallerymusic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/12\/Gruselthon_MBxAC_Split_Cover_1450px-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/allysencallerymusic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/12\/Gruselthon_MBxAC_Split_Cover_1450px-768x768.jpg 768w, https:\/\/allysencallerymusic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/12\/Gruselthon_MBxAC_Split_Cover_1450px-270x270.jpg 270w, https:\/\/allysencallerymusic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/12\/Gruselthon_MBxAC_Split_Cover_1450px.jpg 1500w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Witch&#8217;s Hand &#8211; collaboration with Mother Bear (Germany)<\/p>\n<p>In a ditch<br \/>\nditch ditch<\/p>\n<p>Find a witch<br \/>\nwitch witch<\/p>\n<p>Witch\u2019s hand<\/p>\n<p>In a ditch<br \/>\nditch ditch<\/p>\n<p>Find a witch<br \/>\nwitch witch<\/p>\n<p>Witch\u2019s hand<\/p>\n<p>Make a wish<br \/>\nMake a wish<\/p>\n<p>Was that what you wanted?<br \/>\nMirror mirror !<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s in reverse<br \/>\nWhat you think you want<br \/>\nIt is a curse<\/p>\n<p>No where to run<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m not scared of the dark<\/p>\n<p>Vapor like smoke<br \/>\nSwirling &#8217;round my lonely room<br \/>\nI am a shadow<br \/>\nYou\u2019re not quite like<br \/>\nanything at all<\/p>\n<p>Knows me chose me calls me<br \/>\nby my middle name<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m not scared of the dark<br \/>\nI\u2019m a friend to the night<br \/>\nI\u2019m a friend to the night<br \/>\nI\u2019m not scared of the dark<\/p>\n<p>Creep here with me<br \/>\nKeep it close and you might see<br \/>\nThe little things that glow<br \/>\nAnd they all have teeth<\/p>\n<p>Knows you chose you calls you<br \/>\nBy your middle name<br \/>\nYou won\u2019t have to say a word<br \/>\nFor understanding<\/p>\n<p>Death Skull<\/p>\n<p>Death skull<br \/>\nYour eyes they shine<br \/>\nSay you&#8217;ll be mine<br \/>\nFor all of time<\/p>\n<p>Take you for a Ride<br \/>\non the other side<br \/>\nother side<br \/>\nWe&#8217;ll go where we want to<\/p>\n<p>If you make me believe it<br \/>\nBelieve me I\u2019ll make you<br \/>\nMake you death skull<br \/>\nIf you make me believe it<br \/>\nBelieve me I\u2019ll make you<br \/>\nMake you my death skull<br \/>\nShine<\/p>\n<p>The things you whisper to me<br \/>\nI will whisper to you<br \/>\nI want to whisper to you<\/p>\n<p>Take you for a Ride<br \/>\nOn the other side<br \/>\nOther side<br \/>\nWe&#8217;ll go where we want to<\/p>\n<p>If you make me believe it<br \/>\nBelieve me I\u2019ll make you<br \/>\nMake you death skull<br \/>\nIf you make me believe it<br \/>\nBelieve me I\u2019ll make you<br \/>\nMake you my death skull<br \/>\nShine<\/p>\n<p>Ride<\/p>\n<p>Consuming Rites (written by Mother Bear &#038; you should ask!)<\/p>\n<p>Rat<\/p>\n<p>I hear you I hear you<br \/>\nRat<\/p>\n<p>crawling and scratching<br \/>\nStealing the food of our useless cats<\/p>\n<p>I am going to bed<br \/>\nI\u2019m not cleaning anything<br \/>\nEver again<br \/>\nLet in your friends<br \/>\nTake it over<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m dead<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_1933\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1933\" style=\"width: 640px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"https:\/\/allysencallerymusic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/B6B12FD4-BFE4-4479-B5CC-7511808A6194-e1600115156468.jpeg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/allysencallerymusic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/B6B12FD4-BFE4-4479-B5CC-7511808A6194-1024x1024.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"640\" class=\"size-large wp-image-1933\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-1933\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Ghost Folk<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>Ghost Folk<\/p>\n<p>1.      Beautiful Teeth<br \/>\nBeautiful teeth like wolves\u2019<br \/>\nyour smile makes the rabbits run<br \/>\nAll hail the moon<br \/>\nyour neck, it\u2019s light on the water<br \/>\non the water<br \/>\non the water<br \/>\nYour broad chest and the space between your breasts<br \/>\nsoftly, the wolves are sleeping<br \/>\nYour broad chest and the space between your breasts<br \/>\nsoftly, the wolves are sleeping<br \/>\nBeautiful teeth like wolves\u2019<br \/>\nYour smile makes the rabbits run<br \/>\nAll hail the moon<br \/>\nYour neck, it\u2019s light on the water<br \/>\non the water<br \/>\non the water<\/p>\n<p>2.      I Can\u2019t See You<br \/>\nI can\u2019t see you, I\u2019m not going tonight<br \/>\nOh run away run away run away run away<br \/>\nAnd hide<br \/>\nOh run away run away run away with me tonight<br \/>\nI can\u2019t see you, I\u2019m not going tonight<br \/>\nOh run away run away run away run away<br \/>\nAnd hide<br \/>\nOh run away run away run away with me tonight<\/p>\n<p>I know a place where we can go<br \/>\nwe both know very well<br \/>\nI know the dark place that we both do go<br \/>\nwe both know very well<\/p>\n<p>I can\u2019t see you, I\u2019m not going tonight<br \/>\nOh run away run away run away<br \/>\nAnd hide<br \/>\nOh run away run away run away with me tonight<\/p>\n<p>Lean a little closer to me dear<br \/>\nI can almost breathe when you are near<br \/>\nLean a little closer to me dear<br \/>\nI can almost breathe you in<\/p>\n<p>3.      Sea Change<br \/>\nHelena walks the city streets<br \/>\nand her playlist guides her feet<br \/>\nfrom Neptune to the beach<\/p>\n<p>Serve them coffee, bring them tea<br \/>\nthinking of nothing, and everything<br \/>\nnothing of him can now remain<br \/>\nbut does suffer a sea change<\/p>\n<p>Sea change sea change sea change<\/p>\n<p>From where you thought you\u2019d be<br \/>\nNothing is fixed in stone<br \/>\nsee how below here how they roll<br \/>\nroll the bones and now the tide<br \/>\nbring you back to where you felt alive<\/p>\n<p>Sea change sea change sea change<\/p>\n<p>4.      Tarot Card<br \/>\nThis is a new day<br \/>\nand I tuck your tarot card away<br \/>\nThree of Wands , you said it was arbitrary<br \/>\ndidn\u2019t mean anything<br \/>\nbut you said a lot of things<\/p>\n<p>Speaking in riddles<br \/>\nso no one could understand you<br \/>\nmaking complicated<br \/>\nwhat was really so easy<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ll tell you your future<br \/>\nI\u2019ll tell you your future<br \/>\nI\u2019ll tell you your future<br \/>\nbut it\u2019s far too lonely<\/p>\n<p>This is a new day<br \/>\nand I tuck your tarot card away<br \/>\nThis is a new day, a new day<\/p>\n<p>Like a bird from the snare of the fowler<br \/>\nLike a beast from the hand of the hunter<br \/>\nLike a bird from the snare of the fowler<br \/>\nFree yourself<\/p>\n<p>5.      Fair Warning<br \/>\nIf I sing my song through the trees you might<br \/>\nhear me, fair warning<br \/>\nLittle lonesome love, it has been awhile I know<br \/>\nDon\u2019t you know the most beautiful things<br \/>\nthat crawl or fly are full of poison<\/p>\n<p>I have eyes on my back so it seems<br \/>\nI am watching<br \/>\nHer Monarch wings are lovely and bright<br \/>\nso you know, she won\u2019t taste nice<\/p>\n<p>He sings his song through the trees<br \/>\nand it seems he is lonely<\/p>\n<p>Don\u2019t you know the most beautiful things<br \/>\ngive fair warning<br \/>\nthey are full of poison<\/p>\n<p>Don\u2019t you know the most beautiful things<br \/>\ngive fair warning<br \/>\nDon\u2019t you know the most beautiful things<br \/>\ngive fair warning<br \/>\nthey are full of poison<\/p>\n<p>6.      In Your Perfumed Chambers<br \/>\nInstrumental<\/p>\n<p>7.      November Man<br \/>\nNovember man, with your coat of black<br \/>\nflap your wings against the ghost<br \/>\ngrey sky<br \/>\nSing your song of November<br \/>\nnaked trees and the promise of ice<br \/>\novernight<br \/>\nThere\u2019s no warm fire<br \/>\nfor you, or me<\/p>\n<p>Meet me there<br \/>\ngrey as a ghost<br \/>\nthe sky where you and I fly by<br \/>\nEach and the other<br \/>\nblack coats and wings<\/p>\n<p>Hear my song of November<br \/>\nYou\u2019ll never know<br \/>\nyou\u2019ll never know<br \/>\nyou\u2019ll never know<br \/>\nmy name<br \/>\nYou\u2019ll never know<br \/>\nyou\u2019ll never know<br \/>\nyou\u2019ll never know<br \/>\nmy name<\/p>\n<p>8.      Katie Cruel (Trad)<\/p>\n<p>9.      Elemental Child<\/p>\n<p>Elemental child, made up of sun and wind<br \/>\nI see the tree of you whipped and bend<br \/>\nall in an instant then your face<br \/>\nturns pensive and sad<br \/>\n\u2018til it picks up again, like the wind<\/p>\n<p>Elemental child<br \/>\ntears fall to earth in rain<br \/>\nspring from the ground again<br \/>\nchanged and unchanging<\/p>\n<p>Constantly blustering<br \/>\ncurses and philosophy<br \/>\nit is a tempest and I<br \/>\nI am a kite<\/p>\n<p>10.  Go Your Way \u2013 By Anne Briggs<\/p>\n<p>11.  I Remember Everything<br \/>\nAwaken in the morning<br \/>\nin the still and solitary light<br \/>\nto stand beside your shadow<br \/>\nfrom a dream I had last night<\/p>\n<p>You return and talk to me<br \/>\nwe\u2019re walking like we used to do<br \/>\nHow can I shake you off this way<br \/>\nI remember everything<\/p>\n<p>How wrong can one woman be<br \/>\nor how lost and how lonely<br \/>\nTell me you don\u2019t feel any pain<br \/>\nI remember everything<\/p>\n<p>Well, I miss the thoughts that I used to think<br \/>\nand you walking beside me<br \/>\nSay you never my friend<br \/>\nI remember everything<\/p>\n<p>12.  Our Lady of the Highway<br \/>\nOh , Our Lady of the Highway<br \/>\nwon\u2019t you lend me some Grace<br \/>\nI can\u2019t close my eyes<br \/>\nor I\u2019ll see his pretty face<br \/>\nI\u2019d get drunk on some whiskey<br \/>\nbut I can\u2019t stand the taste<br \/>\nOh Our Lady of the Highway<br \/>\nTake me far away from here<\/p>\n<p>Oh , Our Lady of the Highway<br \/>\nWon\u2019t you ease my head<br \/>\nHe lay down the sunset<br \/>\nwhen he lay back in that bed<br \/>\nand oh my skies<br \/>\nmy skies went gold, pink and red<br \/>\nFarewell<br \/>\nis what I have left<br \/>\nnow all I have left is farewell<br \/>\nFarewell<\/p>\n<p>Oh , Our Lady of the Highway<br \/>\nwon\u2019t you lend me some Grace<br \/>\nI can\u2019t close my eyes<br \/>\nor I\u2019ll see his pretty face, such a pretty face<br \/>\nI get drunk on some whiskey<br \/>\nbut I can\u2019t stand the taste<br \/>\nOh Our Lady of the Highway<br \/>\nTake me far away from here<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/allysencallerymusic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/CDCOVER.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/allysencallerymusic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/CDCOVER-300x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1489\" srcset=\"https:\/\/allysencallerymusic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/CDCOVER-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/allysencallerymusic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/CDCOVER-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/allysencallerymusic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/CDCOVER-768x768.jpg 768w, https:\/\/allysencallerymusic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/CDCOVER-1024x1024.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/allysencallerymusic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/CDCOVER-270x270.jpg 270w, https:\/\/allysencallerymusic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/CDCOVER.jpg 1931w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Prince&#8217;s Pine<\/p>\n<p>1. First Amongst the Flowers<\/p>\n<p>Stop haunting me with your name<br \/>\ncommon as pebbles<br \/>\nunder my bare feet<\/p>\n<p>Each step I take<br \/>\naway from you<br \/>\nleads me doubled back<br \/>\nuntil I stand in your garden<\/p>\n<p>First amongst the flowers<br \/>\nunder a rainless sky<br \/>\nwith it&#8217;s unrelenting sun<\/p>\n<p>2. Dark Winged Sparrow<\/p>\n<p>Sweet as Bee&#8217;s pollen on gentlest breezing<br \/>\nmore bitter than the taste of wormwood<br \/>\nin love with the dark<br \/>\nin love with death<br \/>\nkisses your mouth where my fingers might&#8217;ve been<br \/>\nin another place<br \/>\nin another time<br \/>\nPretty boy I would&#8217;ve made you mine<br \/>\nin another place<br \/>\nin another time<br \/>\nLover boy my dark winged sparrow<\/p>\n<p>3 . Prince of the Morning<\/p>\n<p>Prince of the Morning<br \/>\nwalking in golden light<br \/>\nhigh in the city<br \/>\nyour solitary citadel<br \/>\n&#038; when you closed your eyes<br \/>\nit was for a long time<br \/>\n&#038; did you close your eyes<br \/>\nalmost for forever?<\/p>\n<p>Prince of the Morning<br \/>\nyour hands are lily white<br \/>\nmove clothed in darkness<br \/>\napart from common<br \/>\npopulace<br \/>\n&#038; speaking at length<br \/>\nof what ails &#038; moves you<br \/>\nof what you love &#038; what you hate &#038; who<br \/>\n&#038; who do you love<\/p>\n<p>Prince of the Morning<br \/>\nwalking by columbine<br \/>\nbachelor&#8217;s button<br \/>\ncockscomb &#038; crossing lines<br \/>\nto the stately house<br \/>\nwith it&#8217;s many windows<br \/>\nsome were for looking out<br \/>\nsome for looking inward<\/p>\n<p>&#038; who do you love?<\/p>\n<p>4. When you are Awakening (instrumental)<\/p>\n<p>5. They Killed my Crippled Prince with the Sea Glass Eyes<br \/>\nThey killed my crippled prince with the sea glass eyes<br \/>\nhe won&#8217;t sing his sad songs any more<br \/>\nhe says his songs are far too sad<br \/>\nbut his songs could open up the truest heart<br \/>\nthe truest heart is filled with blood &#038; roses<\/p>\n<p>They killed my crippled prince with the sea glass eyes<br \/>\nsaid his story was all wrong<br \/>\nthey were silent when they should&#8217;ve laughed<br \/>\n&#038; they laughed when they should&#8217;ve been in mourning<\/p>\n<p>They killed my crippled prince with the sea glass eyes<br \/>\nhe won&#8217;t let his fingers play<br \/>\nup &#038; down the neck of his guitar<br \/>\nlike a Spanish courtesan<br \/>\nwearing crimson robes<br \/>\nlips stained with wine<\/p>\n<p>They killed my crippled prince with the sea glass eyes<br \/>\nhe won&#8217;t sing his sad songs any more<br \/>\nhe says there&#8217;s only so many sad songs a man can sing<br \/>\nbefore life takes another path &#038; he is gone<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/allysencallerymusic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/07\/TSTSSsmaller.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/allysencallerymusic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/07\/TSTSSsmaller-300x300.jpg\" alt=\"TSTSSsmaller\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1316\" srcset=\"https:\/\/allysencallerymusic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/07\/TSTSSsmaller-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/allysencallerymusic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/07\/TSTSSsmaller-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/allysencallerymusic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/07\/TSTSSsmaller.jpg 480w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>The Song the Songbird Sings<\/p>\n<p>1. It&#8217;s not the Ocean<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s not the ocean<br \/>\nit&#8217;s the water that will<br \/>\ndrag you under<\/p>\n<p>We&#8217;re out of sugar<br \/>\nI&#8217;m not shopping anymore<br \/>\nWatching the rain fall<br \/>\nat your door<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s not the ocean<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s the water that will<br \/>\nDrag you under<\/p>\n<p>When they see us together<br \/>\nand they tell their sister and<br \/>\ntheir brother<br \/>\nI was looking out to sea<br \/>\nyou were hidden somewhere<br \/>\nbehind me<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s not the ocean<br \/>\nit&#8217;s the water that will<br \/>\ndrag you under<\/p>\n<p>2. Bluest Bird<\/p>\n<p>Bluest bird<br \/>\nflew just once by my window<br \/>\nNow I know<br \/>\nwhat you were trying to tell me now<\/p>\n<p>Saying won&#8217;t you save a place for me?<br \/>\nI said I&#8217;d give you anything<br \/>\nI said I&#8217;d give you anything<br \/>\nI didn&#8217;t see you fly<\/p>\n<p>I am walking<br \/>\nThrough a desert of snow<br \/>\nwith no shoes and no water<br \/>\nfor my thirst<\/p>\n<p>I took from you just one single kiss<br \/>\nSo I am no longer thirsty<br \/>\nOnce you held me in your arms<br \/>\n&#038; I am warm<\/p>\n<p>Bluest bird flew just once by my window<br \/>\nNow I know what you&#8217;ve been trying to tell me now<\/p>\n<p>Saying wont you save a place for me?<br \/>\nI said I&#8217;d give you anything<br \/>\nI said I&#8217;d give you anything<br \/>\nDidn&#8217;t see you fly<\/p>\n<p>3. Crabapple<\/p>\n<p>Crabapple crab if you have to<br \/>\njust smile for me once in awhile<br \/>\nCrabapple nothing goes right all the time<\/p>\n<p>Caught in the downs<br \/>\nof your pocket-sized thunderclouds still I<br \/>\nlike how you say what you want<br \/>\nRain it comes down, but your blue skies gonna come around<br \/>\nand you sing like a bird in the sun<\/p>\n<p>Crabapple bow your head down, beneath those blankets of brown<br \/>\nwhisper thanks to a merciful God<br \/>\nCaught in the downs<br \/>\nof your pocket-sized thunderclouds still I<br \/>\nlike how you say what you want<br \/>\nRain it comes down, but your blue skies gonna come around<br \/>\nand you sing like a bird in the sun<\/p>\n<p>4. Sundown Lyrics by Gordon Lightfoot<\/p>\n<p>5. Shoot Me<\/p>\n<p>I met a man he was a very bad man<br \/>\nhe said &#8220;I have my grandfather&#8217;s hands&#8221;<br \/>\nand he led me down a long twisty path<br \/>\nfull of stones and broken glass and he<br \/>\nbroke my back<br \/>\nand he hurt my heart and bit my skin and left his mark<br \/>\nand said &#8220;You old broken thing, you&#8217;re gonna wait on me&#8221;<br \/>\nand he bent down to slip a yoke on me and I said<\/p>\n<p>Oh, shoot me<br \/>\nI won&#8217;t carry no burden baby I won&#8217;t carry no burden baby<br \/>\nI was made for better things<br \/>\nand you better have a bullet for me<\/p>\n<p>Go on take my heart, leave me an old broken thing<br \/>\ngo on take my eyes , if you&#8217;re gonna take your sight from me<br \/>\ngo on take my ears,  and I&#8217;ll never hear you<br \/>\ncall my name<br \/>\ngo on and take my life if you would take your love from me<br \/>\nShoot me I won&#8217;t carry no burden baby<br \/>\nI won&#8217;t carry no burden baby<br \/>\nI was made for better things<br \/>\nand this love&#8217;s a burden on me<\/p>\n<p>Just last night I had the strangest dream<br \/>\nI was walking underneath the leaves<br \/>\nhow my heart still sang a song so sweet<br \/>\nI heard a little bird up in the tree<br \/>\nwhistle it to me<br \/>\nOh, shoot me baby<br \/>\nI won&#8217;t carry no burden baby<br \/>\nI won&#8217;t carry no burden baby<\/p>\n<p>I met a man he was a very bad man<br \/>\ntell him by his old granddaddy hands<br \/>\nand he&#8217;ll lead you down a long twisty path<br \/>\nfull of old bones and broken glass<\/p>\n<p>6. O Deathless and Divine<\/p>\n<p>O Deathless and Divine<br \/>\nHoly fire and wine<br \/>\nthat is ever drunk and replenishing<\/p>\n<p>Let me be the drunk that wets themselves in the car<br \/>\nlet me be a fool<br \/>\nlet me die for love<\/p>\n<p>Let me step in front of trains<br \/>\n&#8217;cause your words are running through my brains<br \/>\nyour eyes with their long lashes<br \/>\nyour neck, the cord you wear around it<br \/>\nyour big hands and their ring<\/p>\n<p>7. The Song the Songbird Sings<\/p>\n<p>The sun is come into my world<br \/>\nMy Love has come today<br \/>\nSaying small and sweet things<br \/>\nThe song the songbird sings<br \/>\nWithin the trees<br \/>\nPlease please to me<br \/>\nSend your sweet song to me<br \/>\nSo I may know where you reside and sleep<br \/>\nA bed of lavender a bed of rosewood<br \/>\nMoss<br \/>\nWhen you stand in the sun it is against the sky<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s rays fall upon you like a waterfall<br \/>\nBathing you in light<br \/>\nI see this in my mind<\/p>\n<p>8. The Snow Fox<\/p>\n<p>One day the magician turned his<br \/>\ncloak all inside out<br \/>\nIt no longer held the moon and the stars<br \/>\nBut was stark white<br \/>\nHospital sheets<br \/>\nYou&#8217;d visit him at night and brought him seeds to eat<\/p>\n<p>And all the blackest night<br \/>\nwas bright and white<\/p>\n<p>The swirling sisters descended<br \/>\nIn a murder of crows<br \/>\nTheir fingers extended and he<br \/>\nDisappeared in a puff of smoke<br \/>\nHow you were left alone<br \/>\nLike the goose girl <\/p>\n<p>How then you closed the door<br \/>\nAnd you turned the lock<br \/>\nYou became a witch<br \/>\nWho lived inside a log<br \/>\nDeep inside the forest like a fox<br \/>\nLike a fox<\/p>\n<p>Like a snow fox<\/p>\n<p>9. Gentle is the Angel<\/p>\n<p>Gentle, gentle is the angel<br \/>\ngentle, gentle is the angel who blows the candle out<\/p>\n<p>and you were running through the wood<br \/>\nhow the branches grabbed at you with human hands<br \/>\nand the stars in the night swirling &#8217;round her face<br \/>\nWas the moon in the sky come to kiss<br \/>\nyou goodbye<\/p>\n<p>Gentle, gentle is the angel<br \/>\ngentle, gentle is the angel who blows the candle out<\/p>\n<p>They were running in the night<br \/>\nhow their teeth were long and white<br \/>\nand voices low<br \/>\nand the frozen air you worked<br \/>\nwith shallow breath<br \/>\nand you stood alone in the snow<br \/>\nWith the scent of blood<\/p>\n<p>Gentle, gentle is the angel<br \/>\ngentle, gentle is the angel who blows the candle out<\/p>\n<p>10. Aliana<\/p>\n<p>The endless sky of blue<br \/>\nWashes over you<br \/>\nWashes over you<br \/>\nSmallest of the white<br \/>\nflowers<br \/>\nIs a part of you<br \/>\nIs a part of you<\/p>\n<p>Always Aliana<\/p>\n<p>Picked a small flower<br \/>\nThey&#8217;d Picked the small flower<br \/>\nIn the sky of blue<br \/>\nYou fly<br \/>\nYou are flying<\/p>\n<p>Always Aliana<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/64301169@N00\/14791014641\/player\/\" width=\"500\" height=\"489\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen webkitallowfullscreen mozallowfullscreen oallowfullscreen msallowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><b>Folk Radio UK Session 2014<\/b><\/p>\n<p><b>1.All In the Morning<\/b><\/p>\n<p>All in the morning<br \/>\ncoming down<br \/>\nwashing the dishes<br \/>\nby the window <\/p>\n<p>The trees blow the wind knows<br \/>\nWhere to go<br \/>\nOver &#038; underground <\/p>\n<p>If you are cold there&#8217;s a blanket here<br \/>\nFor you<br \/>\nSomething warm to fill you up<br \/>\n&#038; feed you<\/p>\n<p>Sun shines the birds find<br \/>\nSeeds to eat<br \/>\nWhen all the flowers have gone<\/p>\n<p>All in the morning<br \/>\nComing down<br \/>\nFilter through like sunlight<br \/>\nAll in the morning<br \/>\nComing down<br \/>\nBirdsong through my window <\/p>\n<p><b>2.Blackwaterside<\/b> (Traditional- author unknown)<\/p>\n<p>One morning fair  to take the air<br \/>\nDown by Blackwaterside<br \/>\n&#8217;twas in gazing all,  all around me<br \/>\n&#8217;twas the Irish lad I spied<\/p>\n<p>All through the first part of the night<br \/>\nWell we lay in sport and play,<br \/>\nWhen this young man arose and he gathered his clothes,<br \/>\nhe said, &#8220;fare thee well today&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s not the promise that you gave to me<br \/>\nWhen the first you lay on my breast,<br \/>\nYou could make me believe with your lying tongue<br \/>\nThat the sun rose in the west.<\/p>\n<p>Go home, go home, to your father&#8217;s garden<br \/>\nGo home and weep your fill,<br \/>\nAnd think upon your own misfortune<br \/>\nWhich you bought with your wanton will.<\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s not a girl in this whole wide world<br \/>\nAs easily led as I,<br \/>\nsure it&#8217;s fishes they&#8217;ll fly, and the seas run dry,<br \/>\nTis then you&#8217;ll marry I.<\/p>\n<p><b>3. The Huntsman<\/b><\/p>\n<p>When the Huntsman came<br \/>\nhome , it was nearly Spring<br \/>\nI opened my door gave him the last of our bread<br \/>\nbut the mead I&#8217;d made<br \/>\nI hid from him<br \/>\nI didn&#8217;t love him<\/p>\n<p>&#038; if you be the wolf<br \/>\nwith the wolf-skin on your back<br \/>\nwho howls for the night<br \/>\n&#038; stares with red eyes<br \/>\nWill I be the bird<br \/>\nwith the broken wing?<br \/>\n&#038; will I sing?<\/p>\n<p>The Huntsman lays down<br \/>\nwith his feet upon<br \/>\nmy white bed<br \/>\n&#038; when I said a word<br \/>\nhe threw his flint at my head<br \/>\nNow my daughter sleeps<br \/>\nout in the wood<br \/>\n&#038; my son won&#8217;t speak<\/p>\n<p>&#038; if you be the wolf<br \/>\nwith the pointed teeth<br \/>\nwho snarls when he speaks<br \/>\nwith fetid breath<\/p>\n<p>Will I be the bird<br \/>\nthat pecks out your eyes?<br \/>\n&#038; flies<\/p>\n<p><b>4.Spare Parts<\/b><br \/>\n&#038; Whatever you got lyin&#8217; around<br \/>\nin the back of a closet or on the ground<br \/>\nunder your bed<br \/>\nI&#8217;d like to take it home with me<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll build a man with a gold heart<br \/>\nout of the spare parts<br \/>\nyou don&#8217;t want anymore<br \/>\nI&#8217;m pretty good with my hands<br \/>\n&#038; I need a man<br \/>\nwho&#8217;ll whirr &#038; purr<br \/>\nstir at my command<br \/>\n&#038; whatever you got lyin&#8217; around<br \/>\nyou won&#8217;t miss too much<br \/>\nI need the touch of a clean machine<br \/>\nmade up of spare parts<br \/>\nit&#8217;s the ones with the broken hearts<br \/>\nthat cry tears of joy<br \/>\nCry tears of joy over the simplest things<br \/>\n&#038; whatever you got lyin&#8217; around<br \/>\nin the back of a closet or on the ground<br \/>\nunder your bed<br \/>\nI&#8217;d like to take it home with me<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll build a man with a gold heart<br \/>\nout of those spare parts<\/p>\n<p><img src=http:\/\/farm8.staticflickr.com\/7378\/9369583475_8279e1a86a.jpg><\/p>\n<p><b>Mumblin&#8217; Sue<\/b><\/p>\n<p><b>1. In your Hollow<\/b><\/p>\n<p>Do you collect the sunlight<br \/>\nin your hollow<br \/>\nlonely<\/p>\n<p>Does it leave a space<br \/>\nfor the rain to fill<\/p>\n<p>the echo of your absence<br \/>\nhaunts the air I breathe<\/p>\n<p>I am taking shallow steps<br \/>\nI would not disturb the silence<\/p>\n<p>That pools around my feet<br \/>\nand ankles<\/p>\n<p>If I am very still &#038; quiet<br \/>\nI can almost remember you<\/p>\n<p><b>2.I Had a Lover I thought was my Own<\/b><\/p>\n<p>I had a lover I though was my own<br \/>\nI &#8216;d slip from my bed while my husband was sleeping<br \/>\nOnce I drove to his house but the door was locked<br \/>\nI could see he had the candles all lit<\/p>\n<p>I had a lover I thought was my own<br \/>\nOnce he told me<br \/>\nYou should pay me<br \/>\nI keep the older women of this town happy<br \/>\nFat &#038; merry<\/p>\n<p>I had a lover I thought was my own<br \/>\nHe took me in his arms upon the chair<br \/>\nWhen I&#8217;d told him we were done<br \/>\nHe held me close &#038; stroked my hair<\/p>\n<p><b>3. Spare Parts<\/b><br \/>\n&#038; Whatever you got lyin&#8217; around<br \/>\nin the back of a closet or on the ground<br \/>\nunder your bed<br \/>\nI&#8217;d like to take it home with me<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll build a man with a gold heart<br \/>\nout of the spare parts<br \/>\nyou don&#8217;t want anymore<br \/>\nI&#8217;m pretty good with my hands<br \/>\n&#038; I need a man<br \/>\nwho&#8217;ll whirr &#038; purr<br \/>\nstir at my command<br \/>\n&#038; whatever you got lyin&#8217; around<br \/>\nyou won&#8217;t miss too much<br \/>\nI need the touch of a clean machine<br \/>\nmade up of spare parts<br \/>\nit&#8217;s the ones with the broken hearts<br \/>\nthat cry tears of joy<br \/>\nCry tears of joy over the simplest things<br \/>\n&#038; whatever you got lyin&#8217; around<br \/>\nin the back of a closet or on the ground<br \/>\nunder your bed<br \/>\nI&#8217;d like to take it home with me<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll build a man with a gold heart<br \/>\nout of those spare parts<\/p>\n<p><b>4. Lily of the Valley<\/b><\/p>\n<p>He gave me a crown of gold<br \/>\nsilver was all that I&#8217;d wanted<br \/>\nthe silver of moonlight on the water<br \/>\na lover who&#8217;d look into my eyes<br \/>\n&#038; Everybody said I was foolish<br \/>\n&#038; everybody knew they knew better than<br \/>\nbe that as it may<br \/>\nI only feel sorry for the Lily of the Valley<br \/>\nthat grew beside the shade of the Dogwood tree<br \/>\nbecause they always remind me now<br \/>\nthey always remind me<br \/>\nbe that as it may<br \/>\n&#8220;white coral bells ring&#8221; came up by surprise<br \/>\nat the new house this Spring.<br \/>\nSomeone had to be the hard headed hammer<br \/>\nwell, let me play the part that pries the nails out<br \/>\nwhen all of the walls built between us are gone<br \/>\nwe&#8217;ll lie in the grass<br \/>\nin the warm sun<br \/>\nBaby, do you want to go?<br \/>\nBack where I come from?<br \/>\nI am the daughter of Mother&#8217;s Nature&#8217;s Son.<\/p>\n<p><b>5. Highway Gone><\/b><br \/>\nWho&#8217;s to know<br \/>\nwhere your love lies gone<br \/>\nwhere your loves flies gone<br \/>\nwhen you go, my love<br \/>\n&#038; where you go<br \/>\nwhen the night falls love<br \/>\n&#038; the morning comes<br \/>\n&#038; you&#8217;re gone, my love<br \/>\nMy love&#8217;s gone away<br \/>\non the highway<br \/>\ngone<\/p>\n<p><b>6. My Carolina<\/b><\/p>\n<p>Meet me Midnight<br \/>\nSoft step candlelight<br \/>\nand I&#8217;ll slip inside<br \/>\nI&#8217;m on fire driving down your highway<\/p>\n<p>Bring me sweet tea, cigarettes<br \/>\nlet me forget them on the nightstand by your bed<\/p>\n<p>Oh my Carolina, what you&#8217;ve done to me<br \/>\nOh my Carolina, want done to me forever<\/p>\n<p>I am the ramblin&#8217; rose &#038; I&#8217;ll climb the highest fence<br \/>\nto thrust my faith, my love, myself and my world<br \/>\n&#038; bloom outside your window<\/p>\n<p>No consequence to me if you&#8217;re making me happy<br \/>\nno consequence to me if you&#8217;re bring me misery<\/p>\n<p>Oh my Carolina,see what you&#8217;ve done<br \/>\nwhat you&#8217;ve done to me<\/p>\n<p><b>7. Long Black Veil<\/b><br \/>\nwritten by Marijohn Wilkin and Danny Dill<\/p>\n<p><b>8. In the Ring<\/b><\/p>\n<p>Went to bed angry last night<br \/>\nmy last words a curse<br \/>\nyou just shrug it off make it worse.<\/p>\n<p>Slowly &#038; sweetly<br \/>\nyou kissed me on the elbow<br \/>\nbut I just turned away<br \/>\nto make you pay, make you pay<\/p>\n<p>Don&#8217;t worry baby<br \/>\nthis old life won&#8217;t teach me<br \/>\nDon&#8217;t worry baby<br \/>\nsometimes you just can&#8217;t reach me<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, I been round &#038; round<br \/>\nin the ring<br \/>\nStupid &#038; punch drunk<br \/>\nwon\u2019t you let me rest<br \/>\nmy bloody cheek against yours sometimes<\/p>\n<p>Any good boxer knows<br \/>\nIt\u2019s not the punches you throw<br \/>\nBut just how much how much can you take?<br \/>\nYou won\u2019t break me baby<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll fight away &#038; never change<\/p>\n<p>Don&#8217;t worry baby<br \/>\nI\u2019ve been round &#038; round<br \/>\nIn the ring<br \/>\nI&#8217;ve grown small &#038; mean<br \/>\nYou sweet thing<br \/>\nYou poor sweet thing<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, I been round &#038; round<br \/>\nin the ring<br \/>\nOh, won\u2019t you let me rest<\/p>\n<p><b>9. Your Minnesota Sunrise<\/b>&#8211; instrumental<\/p>\n<p><b>10. Your Skin Does Not Lie<\/b><\/p>\n<p>White eyelashes<br \/>\nOn your eyes<\/p>\n<p>Your skin does not lie<\/p>\n<p>I like a stroll in the morning<br \/>\nI like a stroll in the morning<br \/>\nSleepy streets by the sea<\/p>\n<p>Your skin does not lie<\/p>\n<p>I see the  lovers are entwined<br \/>\nWinter sky in the morning<br \/>\nBirds fly from their mouths<br \/>\nBirds that fill the sky<\/p>\n<p>Winter blue<br \/>\nWinter blue<\/p>\n<p>Winter white<br \/>\neyelashes on your eyes<br \/>\nWinter blue<br \/>\nwere your eyes<\/p>\n<p>Stood so close when I spoke to you<br \/>\nYour skin does not lie<\/p>\n<p><img src=http:\/\/f0.bcbits.com\/z\/73\/06\/730630985-1.jpg><\/p>\n<p><font size=5>Lyrics for The Summer Place<\/font size><br \/>\n<\/p>\n<p><font size=4>1.Honeymoon<\/font size><\/p>\n<p>Oh my baby &#038; me<br \/>\nwent to sea<br \/>\nto an island, for to stay<br \/>\na little while<\/p>\n<p>But the sun hid it&#8217;s pretty face away<br \/>\n&#038; the sky was cold &#038; gray<br \/>\n&#038; the wind did howl<\/p>\n<p><font size=4>2.See the Sea<\/font size><\/p>\n<p>All the world is hoping<br \/>\nwith me<br \/>\nbut I don&#8217;t know your voice<br \/>\nyou are youthful &#038; lovely<br \/>\nI guess we<br \/>\ntwo are not a pair, though I&#8217;d like to be<\/p>\n<p>If only to be safe in that I&#8217;d met my match<br \/>\nmy pretty dream<br \/>\nis very real<br \/>\neven if you are just a passing thing<\/p>\n<p>Walk with me, see the sea<br \/>\nthe gray &#038; rocky beach<br \/>\ntell me the names of the ocean things<br \/>\n&#038; I will take you with me to the woods<br \/>\nshow you birds &#038; trees &#038; teach you nothing<br \/>\nbut communion<br \/>\nwhen I kiss you let it be<br \/>\nlike honey<br \/>\ngentle &#038; be gentle with me<br \/>\nfor my love is good, &#038; I am kind<br \/>\nWalk with me, see the sea<\/p>\n<p><font size=4>3.The Huntsman<\/font size><\/p>\n<p>When the Huntsman came<br \/>\nhome , it was nearly Spring<br \/>\nI opened my door gave him the last of our bread<br \/>\nbut the mead I&#8217;d made<br \/>\nI hid from him<br \/>\nI didn&#8217;t love him<\/p>\n<p>&#038; if you be the wolf<br \/>\nwith the wolf-skin on your back<br \/>\nwho howls for the night<br \/>\n&#038; stares with red eyes<br \/>\nWill I be the bird<br \/>\nwith the broken wing?<br \/>\n&#038; will I sing?<\/p>\n<p>The Huntsman lays down<br \/>\nwith his feet upon<br \/>\nmy white bed<br \/>\n&#038; when I said a word<br \/>\nhe threw his flint at my head<br \/>\nNow my daughter sleeps<br \/>\nout in the wood<br \/>\n&#038; my son won&#8217;t speak<\/p>\n<p>&#038; if you be the wolf<br \/>\nwith the pointed teeth<br \/>\nwho snarls when he speaks<br \/>\nwith fetid breath<\/p>\n<p>Will I be the bird<br \/>\nthat pecks out your eyes?<br \/>\n&#038; flies<\/p>\n<p><font size=4>4. Sakonnet<\/font size><\/p>\n<p>When the days were strings of Sundays<br \/>\nholding hands like paper dolls<br \/>\nI lived in my doll&#8217;s house<br \/>\nbut I wanted out<br \/>\nso I went looking for a job<\/p>\n<p>I went to Sakonnet at harvest time<br \/>\nthere was something there about the light<br \/>\nor the air infused with wine<br \/>\n&#038; the grapes set as jewels upon the vine<br \/>\nupon the vine there<\/p>\n<p>Simple work for idle hands, he said<br \/>\nSo what?<br \/>\nJust let the sun set alone in it&#8217;s September sky, babe,<br \/>\nyou think you&#8217;ll make enough money to get by?<\/p>\n<p>Reeds &#8217;round the lake the wind would make<br \/>\nsure to rub, then not quite touch<br \/>\nreeds &#8217;round the lake the wind would make<br \/>\nonly circumstantial if our paths ever cross<\/p>\n<p>Shot my lover&#8217;s arrow<br \/>\nwhere it fell nobody knew<br \/>\nthey all said that I still loved you<br \/>\n&#038; they said I&#8217;d leave Sakonnet<br \/>\nbut it&#8217;s been two years<br \/>\n&#038; I&#8217;m still here<br \/>\nwhere the reeds grow &#038; the sun<br \/>\nsets alone<\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s something there about the light<br \/>\nor the air infused with wine<br \/>\nmakes a perfume on my hands<br \/>\nso when I brush the dark hair from my eyes<\/p>\n<p><font size=4>5. Little Bird that is Your Name<\/font size><\/p>\n<p>Little bird that is your name<br \/>\nwhat I called you<br \/>\n&#038; you came to me<br \/>\nyou came to me<\/p>\n<p>On a rainy Sunday<br \/>\nWhen we saw the sky<br \/>\nwas a rainbow when you arrived &#038; they<br \/>\nsaid it was a sign<br \/>\nfrom Heaven<br \/>\nLove<\/p>\n<p>The sky will open for you<br \/>\nwhen you sing<br \/>\n&#038; when you write your countryside<br \/>\nfalls from your fingertips<br \/>\nlike rain<br \/>\nupon the meadow<\/p>\n<p>Little bird that is your name<br \/>\nwhat I called you<br \/>\n&#038; you came to me<br \/>\nyou came to me<\/p>\n<p>(for my daughter, Ava)<\/p>\n<p><font size=4>6. Lyonesse<\/font size><\/p>\n<p>You speak with your heart<br \/>\nso freely, you&#8217;ll have me<br \/>\nbelieving in your sweet dreams<br \/>\nof love. Look!<\/p>\n<p>My father&#8217;s house lies<br \/>\nburning, let loose their fiery arrows<br \/>\ntheir armies were legion<\/p>\n<p>The Keep is broken<\/p>\n<p>They&#8217;ve removed his bones from the tomb<br \/>\nsee they are exposed now to the light<br \/>\nthe dust the dry bones of my father<\/p>\n<p>Let loose their fiery arrows<br \/>\ntheir armies were legion<br \/>\nthe Keep is broken<\/p>\n<p><font size=4>7. Mockingbird &#038; Whippoorwill<\/font size><\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m a Mockingbird oh my Whippoorwill<br \/>\nOh Whippoorwill well I will<br \/>\nsing your song ,sing along<\/p>\n<p>To your Trinidad tamarind plum sauce skin<br \/>\noh beautiful tamarind plum soft skin<br \/>\noh lay me in a snow white bed<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve a walking-stick, I&#8217;ve a cross of gold<br \/>\n&#038; a winding road up a mountainside<br \/>\nso many stars filled my eyes<br \/>\nso many stars they filled my mind<br \/>\nthey sing<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m a Mockingbird oh my Whippoorwill<br \/>\nOh Whippoorwill well I will<br \/>\nsing your song ,sing along<br \/>\nsing<\/p>\n<p><img src=http:\/\/bandcamp.com\/files\/31\/91\/3191150524-1.jpg><\/p>\n<p><font size=5>Lyrics for Winter Island<\/font size><br \/>\n<br \/>\n<font size=4>Winter Island<\/font size><\/p>\n<p>Upon your Winter Island<br \/>\nWe wore boots<br \/>\nUpon the sand<br \/>\nThanking heaven for our hunter\u2019s hats<br \/>\nThat tied beneath the chin<\/p>\n<p>Upon your Winter Island<br \/>\nI held you so close<br \/>\nI felt the bird<br \/>\nyou keep within your chest<br \/>\nSpread it\u2019s wing &#038; beat against<br \/>\nme<\/p>\n<p>Upon your Winter Island<br \/>\nWe ran upon the sand<br \/>\nWe rose &#038; fell like dark birds<br \/>\n&#038; I kissed<br \/>\nyour mittened hand<\/p>\n<p>Upon your Winter Island<br \/>\nWe slept in feathered beds<br \/>\n&#038; the howling of the air at night<br \/>\nWas a ghost upon the wind<\/p>\n<p><font size=4>Snow Pony<\/font size><\/p>\n<p>We made a pony out of snow<br \/>\n&#038; gave him mirrored eyes<br \/>\nwe made a pony out of snow<br \/>\nfor the lady of the ice<\/p>\n<p>Come to take him away with her<br \/>\nin the night<\/p>\n<p>We made a pony out of snow<br \/>\n&#038; gave him mirrored eyes<br \/>\ndid she see her own white face<br \/>\nwhen she brought him into life<\/p>\n<p>One kiss from her cold lips<br \/>\none kiss from her blue lips<\/p>\n<p>We made a pony out of snow<br \/>\n&#038; gave him mirrored eyes<br \/>\nwe made a pony out of snow<br \/>\nfor the lady of the ice<\/p>\n<p>In darkness &#038; in silence<br \/>\ndid she come<br \/>\n&#038; in the morning they were gone<\/p>\n<p><font size=4>Young Edwin- Traditional<\/font size><\/p>\n<p>I learned this song from Steeleye Span, Maddy Prior is one of my personal heroes.<\/p>\n<p>Highwire- Instrumental<\/p>\n<p>I hope someday maybe someone makes a video with little puppets or something for this song&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><font size=4>Favourite Son<\/font size><\/p>\n<p>His hands were tan &#038; strong<br \/>\nyour curly hair was yellow<br \/>\nI watched you die all night long<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m sure you were your mother&#8217;s<br \/>\nfavourite son<br \/>\n&#038; I watched you die<br \/>\nall night long<\/p>\n<p>A lonely little wind that blows<br \/>\nthrough my window<br \/>\ncalls my name<br \/>\nsometimes<br \/>\nI sleep with my eye half open to the moon<br \/>\nthat shines upon my pillow<\/p>\n<p>so I knew when you came so silently<br \/>\nyou meant me no good<br \/>\nNo good can come creeping in the night<br \/>\nif you saw me in the light<br \/>\nyou wouldn&#8217;t know my name<\/p>\n<p>You would look away<br \/>\nbut now you look right at me<\/p>\n<p>&#038; I&#8217;m sure you were your mother&#8217;s<br \/>\nfavourite son<\/p>\n<p><font size=4>One Eyed Cat<\/font size><\/p>\n<p>Now that your daughter&#8217;s shoes<br \/>\nare too big for you<br \/>\nyou might think your race is run<br \/>\nbut you&#8217;re not done<\/p>\n<p>Who will feed the one eyed cat<\/p>\n<p>Gathering the seeds<br \/>\nof the money trees<br \/>\nthat bloom by the door of the house that no one<br \/>\nlives in anymore<\/p>\n<p>Is that a house on the beach<br \/>\nin the south of France<br \/>\nnot a chance<\/p>\n<p>Who will feed the one eyed cat<\/p>\n<p>Spreading garlic on the bread<br \/>\ncomfort an old friend<br \/>\nwho just like you<br \/>\nhas grown old &#038; fat<br \/>\nit&#8217;s not so bad<\/p>\n<p><font size=4>Muse Me<\/font size><\/p>\n<p>Muse me my delightful<br \/>\nI&#8217;m Andromeda<br \/>\nchained to the rocks<br \/>\noh I&#8217;m alright<br \/>\nthough my eyes burn from searching the horizon<\/p>\n<p>I wear my iron shackles like a daisy chain<br \/>\nfor to please you<br \/>\nMuse me, muse me my delightful<\/p>\n<p>How does your purpose move you<br \/>\nwing your ankles &#8216;cross the water<br \/>\nDutiful daughter there&#8217;s nothing more for me to prove<br \/>\nnothing more I can do<br \/>\nstill I like to think of you<br \/>\nComing forth of course to save me<\/p>\n<p>Jupiter&#8217;s Child you&#8217;re Fortune&#8217;s Son<br \/>\nthat will win you golden armor<br \/>\nwhich you wear upon the world<br \/>\nYou were being bold to take Fate&#8217;s hand<br \/>\ndidn&#8217;t you force &#8217;til she told you where to go<br \/>\nLook<br \/>\nbehind the ivy wall<br \/>\nher feathered scales are sliding<br \/>\ndown the cold court hall<\/p>\n<p>Oh lucky I suppose, most never know<br \/>\nmost never know<br \/>\nwhere you&#8217;ll meet the face to break your heart<br \/>\n&#038; turn what&#8217;s left of you to stone<\/p>\n<p>to stone, all to stone<\/p>\n<p>Muse me my delightful<br \/>\nI&#8217;m Andromeda<br \/>\nchained to the rocks<br \/>\noh I&#8217;m alright<br \/>\nthough my eyes burn from searching the horizon<br \/>\nfor you<\/p>\n<p>( my take on Perseus, Medusa , as told by the dutiful daughter Andromeda)<\/p>\n<p><img src=http:\/\/farm5.static.flickr.com\/4053\/4293094173_666a8ddef3_o.jpg><\/p>\n<p>1.<font size=4>Tiny Armageddon<\/font size><\/p>\n<p>Tiny Armageddon small enough<br \/>\nto fit inside your mouth<br \/>\nalmost never<br \/>\ntalk about it<\/p>\n<p>there&#8217;s a certain kind of forgiveness<br \/>\nreserve<br \/>\nfor the soldier<br \/>\ngiven his eyes are appropriately weary<br \/>\ngiven that his body&#8217;s burdened &#038; broken<\/p>\n<p>you don&#8217;t ask questions<\/p>\n<p>What did you see while standing<br \/>\nsurrounded by death<br \/>\ncurious to step<br \/>\nbetween the bodies &#038; find<br \/>\nyour own self laid out amongst them<\/p>\n<p>I will see my own startled face<br \/>\neach day, when I awake<br \/>\nas each morning you must<br \/>\nbreathe<br \/>\nplace each foot carefully<\/p>\n<p>in sock, in oxblood<br \/>\nleather<br \/>\nrise up slowly, comb your gold<br \/>\nthinning hair<br \/>\nwalk into the world once more<\/p>\n<p>Step outside into the world once more<\/p>\n<p>Tiny Armageddon small enough<br \/>\nto fit inside your mouth<br \/>\nalmost never<br \/>\ntalk about it<\/p>\n<p>(First Published in 1997 by Syncopated  City, Providence RI)<\/p>\n<p>2. <font size=4>Jack Jumps Back<\/font size><\/p>\n<p>Jack jumped back<br \/>\nfrom the ledge we had met<br \/>\nwhen his lips had been humid<br \/>\nwe walked in step<br \/>\npast the deer by the ocean<br \/>\nsinging of sweet mead &#038; selkies<\/p>\n<p>&#038; a touch on my forehead<br \/>\nmeant a kiss<br \/>\nor it&#8217;s shadow<\/p>\n<p>Jack jumped back<br \/>\nevery word was a flower<br \/>\nhe was heaping them deep<br \/>\npast my perfumed knees<br \/>\nwere bruised by the blush<br \/>\nIt was a rush<br \/>\nof blood<br \/>\nSo I\u2019d said walk it don\u2019t run<br \/>\nbut I\u2019d weep for the loss<br \/>\nof what we\u2019d begun<\/p>\n<p>Jack jump back<br \/>\nthrough the bittersweet<br \/>\nnightshade<br \/>\nremember your dreams &#038;<br \/>\nwhen you\u2019re done<br \/>\nremember me<\/p>\n<p>I swear on my life<br \/>\nNo, I&#8217;ll stay still &#038; quiet<\/p>\n<p>velvet dusk brings you twilight<br \/>\nvelvet dusk brings you twilight<\/p>\n<p>remember me<br \/>\nsinging sweet mead &#038; selkies<br \/>\nremember me<\/p>\n<p>Bruised by the blush it was<br \/>\na rush of blood<br \/>\nBruised by the blush it was<br \/>\na rush of blood<br \/>\nBruised by the blush it was<br \/>\neverything you ever wanted<\/p>\n<p>Bruised by the blush it was<br \/>\nnothing much<\/p>\n<p>3.<font size=4>Hobgoblin&#8217;s Hat<\/font size><\/p>\n<p>You came into our valley<\/p>\n<p>One Midsummer&#8217;s Day<br \/>\nor was it night<\/p>\n<p>the children found your Hobgoblin&#8217;s Hat<br \/>\nfloating in the water<\/p>\n<p>The children found your Hobgoblin&#8217;s Hat<br \/>\n&#038; they took it home<\/p>\n<p>of course there were some<br \/>\nmagical changes<br \/>\nmostly we enjoyed them<\/p>\n<p>the drawing room became a jungle<br \/>\nwhere<br \/>\nI was a tiger there<\/p>\n<p>We denied our own best friend<br \/>\nthe King of California<br \/>\n&#038; we made him cry<\/p>\n<p>but then his mother knew him by his eyes<br \/>\nthey were small<br \/>\n&#038; kind<\/p>\n<p>Up there on the moon,<br \/>\nwhat did it look like to you?<\/p>\n<p>Riding on the back of a panther<br \/>\nwith ruby red eyes<br \/>\nIt was the most beautiful sight<\/p>\n<p>If I could give you anything<br \/>\nI&#8217;d give<br \/>\na queen for your king<\/p>\n<p>If I could wish for anything<br \/>\nI&#8217;d wish<br \/>\na king for your queen<\/p>\n<p>Up there on the moon<br \/>\nwhat did it look like to you<\/p>\n<p>we thought you thought<br \/>\nbecause it was so much<br \/>\nthat it was just because<br \/>\nbut it was just<\/p>\n<p>the most beautiful sight<\/p>\n<p>(with extra special loving thanks to Tove Jansson, my inspiration for this song)<\/p>\n<p>4.<font size=4>Vincenzo Part II<\/font size><\/p>\n<p>Weep or willow you&#8217;ll taste my tears tonight<br \/>\nwhatever breath I have flies helpless behind you<br \/>\nwhatever light I&#8217;d find<br \/>\ndances in the dark mosaic pattern of your eyes<br \/>\nmy house won&#8217;t home my heart<br \/>\nwalks an empty street at night<br \/>\nsleeping in doorways without you<\/p>\n<p>Vincenzo hold your wife tonight you have a happy home<br \/>\nflowers line the driveway die<br \/>\nto rise up in Spring<br \/>\nI won&#8217;t mention this again<br \/>\nit was just a dream roll over<br \/>\nroll it over go back to sleep<\/p>\n<p>Weep or willow you&#8217;ll taste my tears tonight<br \/>\nwhatever breath I have flies helpless behind you<\/p>\n<p>5.<font size=4>Button Boots <\/font size>  <\/p>\n<p>They whisper with<br \/>\nthe heads together<br \/>\nwearing black in the Winter<br \/>\nbrown in the Summer<\/p>\n<p>Pomegranates &#038; alabaster<br \/>\nbehind a cupped hand<br \/>\ntrickled laughter<\/p>\n<p>the great<br \/>\nhooded snake<br \/>\nslithered hither<br \/>\nto taste<br \/>\nthe soft place<br \/>\nbehind an ankle&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>he was soon crushed underfoot,<br \/>\none of them was wearing<br \/>\nbuttoned boots<\/p>\n<p>They&#8217;d whisper with<br \/>\ntheir heads together<br \/>\nstiff as a board<br \/>\nlight as a feather<\/p>\n<p>lighting candles with wooden matches<br \/>\nred is the color of desire<br \/>\ngreen for wealth &#038; blue<br \/>\ncommunion<\/p>\n<p>If there was a wolf<br \/>\nthey didn&#8217;t know him<\/p>\n<p>If ever was a bear<br \/>\nthey&#8217;d never own him<\/p>\n<p>One found a silver mirror<br \/>\ngiven by an old friend<br \/>\nit was then they&#8217;d never<br \/>\nspeak again&#8230;..<\/p>\n<p>6.<font size=4>Vincenzo Part I<\/font size><\/p>\n<p>Vincenzo come to me<br \/>\nwithout your necktie<br \/>\ndo you think you&#8217;re fooling<br \/>\nanyone (that is not your real name)<br \/>\nwhen you were a baby they stole<br \/>\nyour name they held it shining in the light<br \/>\ndeciding it too beautiful too bright<br \/>\nthey wrapped it tight in rushes &#038; reeds<br \/>\npushed it in dark waters<\/p>\n<p>Somewhere a prince plays with your name<br \/>\nhe doesn&#8217;t know you &#038; will never know you<br \/>\nlike I do, I hardly know you at all<\/p>\n<p>Once in a million years we fall<br \/>\nonce in a million years too late<br \/>\ntoo late I fall<br \/>\n&#038; I&#8217;d fall again<\/p>\n<p>So I watch you through the glass as Tantalus<br \/>\n&#038; you are all the world to me<br \/>\nall the wine the bread the flesh &#038; sweet<br \/>\nsweet these things I&#8217;ve never tasted<\/p>\n<p>&#038; I&#8217;d say Oh my nameless one<br \/>\ntragedy is beautiful under the stars<br \/>\nunder your breath whisper to me<br \/>\nso she can&#8217;t hear you<\/p>\n<p>Vincenzo come to me without your necktie<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll come to you in shadow<br \/>\nacross all stars &#038; roses come to you<br \/>\nacross a million years<\/p>\n<p>&#038; in each life I&#8217;ll love you without trying<br \/>\nsimple as breathing long to kiss you<br \/>\nuntil I was dead<br \/>\nit&#8217;s there in that fleeting instance between<br \/>\nthe darkness and the light<br \/>\nI will learn your name then forget<br \/>\neverything<\/p>\n<p>(First Published 1997 by Salonika, NYC, NY)<br \/>\n7.<font size=4>Little Star<\/font size><\/p>\n<p>Shine down little star<br \/>\nshow me where you<br \/>\nwant to go<br \/>\nover the hillside<br \/>\n&#038; through the woods we will go<\/p>\n<p>listen little star<br \/>\ntell me what you want to know<\/p>\n<p>there it was a red red rose<br \/>\nthere it was the red red fox<br \/>\nwhere he goes<\/p>\n<p>&#038; the red red heart<br \/>\nhow it broke<\/p>\n<p>seemed like rain but the snow it came<br \/>\ninstead<\/p>\n<p>in the dead of dark<br \/>\na guiding light,<br \/>\nthat&#8217;s bright<\/p>\n<p>&#038; my candle hands will<br \/>\nfill with light<\/p>\n<p>8. <font size=4>Mr. Moonlight<\/font size><\/p>\n<p>Oh I should be sleeping<br \/>\nbut you keep on speaking<br \/>\nto me Mr. Moonlight<br \/>\nI can&#8217;t close my eyes<br \/>\nI can&#8217;t close my mind<br \/>\nto you Mr. Moonlight<\/p>\n<p>1 AM I stumble to bed<br \/>\nthe ivy makes shadows that crawl across the ceiling<br \/>\nyour voice in my head &#038; all left unsaid<br \/>\nstill what I&#8217;d heard was not quite what I&#8217;d wanted<\/p>\n<p>Mr. Moonlight I can&#8217;t close my mind to you<\/p>\n<p>3:00 I can see in the dark<br \/>\nwe play cat &#038; mouse now<br \/>\nbut I hold the phone call<br \/>\nyour voice in my head &#038; all left unsaid<br \/>\neveryone on my street will have troubled dreams tonight<\/p>\n<p>Mr. Moonlight you push me pull me look right through me<br \/>\n&#038; never care to care about me<\/p>\n<p>5 AM &#038; I take a ride<br \/>\nI tell myself I&#8217;m going looking for the sunrise<br \/>\nsee your car parked where it should be<br \/>\n&#038; for that one moment I&#8217;m almost happy<br \/>\nturn off the road I turn on the dial<br \/>\n&#038; it&#8217;s Patsy Cline singing I&#8217;m crazy<\/p>\n<p>Crazy for feeling so lonely crazy for feeling so blue<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s always the same sometimes<br \/>\ngot a different name always a different face<br \/>\nbut it&#8217;s always you<br \/>\nMr. Moonlight<\/p>\n<p>9. <font size=4>Grey Wolf<\/font size><\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t know exactly when<br \/>\nI met the grey wolf<br \/>\ncame loping in sideways<br \/>\nfrom the empty night<br \/>\nempty but for one quiet star<br \/>\nin the sky<br \/>\n&#038; the grey wolf he sang to me<br \/>\nby the song he sang I knew him intrinsically<br \/>\n&#038; when I looked into his eyes I saw<br \/>\nthat he knew me very well<br \/>\nWithin the empty night with it&#8217;s one quiet star<br \/>\nin the sky<br \/>\nI stroked the grey wolf<br \/>\n&#038; he leaned in close to me<\/p>\n<p>Now the birds have stopped their scolding<br \/>\n&#038; the dumbstruck sun surrenders<br \/>\nnot to greyness or to night<br \/>\nbut into nothing<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t know exactly when<br \/>\nI met the grey wolf<br \/>\ncame loping in sideways<br \/>\nfrom the empty night<br \/>\nempty but for one quiet star<\/p>\n<p>10.<font size=4>A Ring Around The Moon<\/font size><\/p>\n<p>When you awake read the letters they&#8217;d sent<br \/>\nonly to wait for the rose<br \/>\nfrom the only One<br \/>\nstanding barefoot in the sunlit room<\/p>\n<p>polish the silver amulet<br \/>\nor the moonstone earrings but never a ring<br \/>\nsay rings make your fingers ache<br \/>\nrings make the heart constrict but<br \/>\na ring around the moon means<br \/>\nI love you<\/p>\n<p>where you lay your head<br \/>\nit&#8217;s your chest I am breathing in<br \/>\nthe sleep of little children in the woods<\/p>\n<p>A ring around the moon<br \/>\n&#038; I love you<\/p>\n<p><img src=http:\/\/farm2.static.flickr.com\/1218\/1409355696_06b846effa.jpg><\/p>\n<p><font size=4>FeatherCap<\/font size><\/p>\n<p>In the morning came there<br \/>\na colder air&#8230;<br \/>\nHe raised his hand then<br \/>\nbrought it down<br \/>\ntesting the wind&#8217;s direction<br \/>\nit seemed he&#8217;d<br \/>\ntipped his hat<\/p>\n<p>Feather cap<br \/>\nlightly he stepped<br \/>\nover our line of horizon<\/p>\n<p>All of the ladies lined up to say<br \/>\nGood-bye<br \/>\nThey rolled their eyes &#038; they<br \/>\nfluttered their fans<br \/>\nI wouldn&#8217;t join them I stayed inside<br \/>\n&#038; it makes no<br \/>\ndifference if I loved you best  <\/p>\n<p>but I could not admit that yet<\/p>\n<p>I read your letter, little white letter<br \/>\nAgain again<br \/>\nthe simple note with a scalloped edge<br \/>\n&#8220;It was good to see you&#8221;<br \/>\nit read<br \/>\n&#8220;Thanks for the cigarettes.<br \/>\nAll of them.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>All of the ladies still love<br \/>\nto speak your name &#038;<br \/>\nYour name&#8217;s a gun fired at point blank range<br \/>\nI stay inside &#038;<br \/>\nthey can&#8217;t read my face<\/p>\n<p>When I fall to the ground<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s your ghost that would rise<br \/>\nOnly lazing while I trembled&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><font size=4>The Azores Song<\/font size><br \/>\n&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8211;<br \/>\nI have a picture&#8230;<br \/>\nyou in my mind<br \/>\nyour eyes are smiling<br \/>\nyour mouth is shy<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s a pretty day , baby<br \/>\nsky set so gray<br \/>\nsoft as a moth<br \/>\ngray seems so soft<br \/>\nyou&#8217;re far away<\/p>\n<p>Aren&#8217;t you my baby?<br \/>\nOn a strange road<br \/>\nwhich way does it go?<br \/>\ncloser to home<br \/>\nor further away<\/p>\n<p>&#038; I hear your voice baby<br \/>\nso low &#038; warm<br \/>\nyour heart was an island<br \/>\nlittered with diamonds<br \/>\nwashed up after<br \/>\na hundred storms<\/p>\n<p>&#038; I miss you like crazy<br \/>\nfaith bring me peace<br \/>\npeace like a blanket<br \/>\nfalling down to my ankles<br \/>\nso you&#8217;re always with me<\/p>\n<p>Aren&#8217;t you my baby<br \/>\naren&#8217;t you my baby?<\/p>\n<p>Aren&#8217;t you my baby \ud83d\ude42<br \/>\naren&#8217;t you my baby&#8230;.<\/p>\n<p>Copyright Allysen Callery March 26th, 2006<\/p>\n<p>(Backstory: Written while Ted was in Azores on assignment, apart one single week that was like a year- but has<br \/>\nhappy ending- Ted moved in with me when he came back stateside, yay!! Cherry Street&#8230;:)<\/p>\n<p><font size=4>Just Another Girl<\/font size><\/p>\n<p>Oh, but I\u2019m not just<br \/>\nanother girl at the bar<br \/>\nI can play my own guitar\u2026<br \/>\nbetter\u2019n you-<br \/>\njust made me blue-<br \/>\nI can play my own guitar<br \/>\nplay anytime that I want to<\/p>\n<p>Clear as the day<br \/>\nchoices we make<br \/>\nset on my face<br \/>\nit&#8217;s a sycamore tree<br \/>\nagainst the stark of the sky<\/p>\n<p>by &#038; by<br \/>\nI\u2019m sure to satisfy,<br \/>\nit keeps me from<br \/>\nresting<br \/>\n&#038; quickens my flight<\/p>\n<p>Oh, but I\u2019m not just<br \/>\nanother girl at the bar-<br \/>\nI can play my own guitar\u2026<br \/>\nbetter\u2019n you-<br \/>\njust made me blue<br \/>\nI can play my own guitar\u2026<br \/>\nplay anytime that I want to<\/p>\n<p>So many men<br \/>\nthink I\u2019ll come \u2018round again<br \/>\nbut my feet won\u2019t touch<br \/>\na backward path<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ll turn to the sun<br \/>\nfind another one<br \/>\nwho\u2019ll make me laugh<br \/>\nor break my heart<\/p>\n<p>Ah, but I\u2019m not just<br \/>\nanother girl at the bar-<br \/>\nI can play my own guitar\u2026<br \/>\nbetter\u2019n you-<br \/>\njust made me blue<br \/>\nI can play my own guitar\u2026<br \/>\nplay anytime that I want to<\/p>\n<p>Allysen Callery copyright Feb 22, 2005 <\/p>\n<p><font size=4>So Slo-Mo<\/font size><\/p>\n<p>Say my name<br \/>\nin your sweet way<br \/>\nBaby, won&#8217;t you tear-stain tell me<br \/>\nyou&#8217;ve come back to stay<\/p>\n<p>Take my hand<br \/>\ntake my kiss<br \/>\nBaby, won&#8217;t you tear-stain tell me<br \/>\nyou&#8217;ll take me away from this<\/p>\n<p>Pain &#038; Empty<br \/>\nis all that I hold<br \/>\nsince you&#8217;ve been gone<\/p>\n<p>If you never loved me<br \/>\nwhy did your kisses go<br \/>\nso slo-mo?<\/p>\n<p>Say my name<br \/>\nin your sweet way<br \/>\nBaby, won&#8217;t you tear-stain tell me<br \/>\nyou&#8217;ve come back to stay<\/p>\n<p>Kiss me like water,<br \/>\n&#8217;cause you drink me like wine!<br \/>\nBaby, won&#8217;t you tear-stain tell me<br \/>\nyou&#8217;ll always be mine<\/p>\n<p>Pain &#038; Empty<br \/>\nis all that I hold<br \/>\nsince you&#8217;ve been gone<\/p>\n<p>If you never loved me<br \/>\nwhy did your kisses go<br \/>\nso slo-mo?<\/p>\n<p>Kiss me like water,<br \/>\n&#8217;cause you drink me like wine!<br \/>\nBaby, won&#8217;t you tear-stain tell me<br \/>\nyou&#8217;ll always be mine<br \/>\nalways be mine&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Always be mine<\/p>\n<p><font size=4>Brown-Eyed Susan<\/font size><\/p>\n<p>Is it too hard to understand?<br \/>\nToo gone to find<br \/>\nhome again-<br \/>\n&#038; come get what&#8217;s waitin&#8217;<br \/>\nhopeful as an open door<\/p>\n<p>Said I&#8217;m a soft touch<br \/>\nbut I&#8217;m good when the ridin&#8217;s rough.<br \/>\nmaybe a little bit&#8230;too much<br \/>\nsay I&#8217;m the one you love?<\/p>\n<p>The stars do their soft scuff<br \/>\ndance upon heaven&#8217;s brow&#8230;<br \/>\nWhat are you thinking now?<br \/>\nYou&#8217;re looking away&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>The heart is naked &#038; shy<br \/>\nsun fills the bedroom with light-<br \/>\nbrown-eyed susan,<br \/>\nsweet breeze,<br \/>\nbee&#8217;s pollen<\/p>\n<p>Said I&#8217;m a soft touch<br \/>\nbut I&#8217;m good when the ridin&#8217;s rough!<br \/>\nMaybe a little bit&#8230;too much<br \/>\nsay I&#8217;m the one you love?<br \/>\nSay I&#8217;m the one you love?<\/p>\n<p><font size=4>The Jesus Song (Keep It Friendly)<\/font size><br \/>\n&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8211;<\/p>\n<p>Fair weather days<br \/>\nhave come to an end&#8230;<br \/>\neach day makes it clearer to me<br \/>\nfind out who&#8217;s really my friend<br \/>\n&#038; I&#8217;m not<br \/>\nfeelin&#8217; sorry, just sometimes<br \/>\nfeelin&#8217; sad<br \/>\nwish you would get plastered with me<br \/>\nlike good ole times we had<br \/>\n&#038; it&#8217;s true<\/p>\n<p>I could always count on you<br \/>\nto let me down<br \/>\n&#038; I&#8217;m callin&#8217; out &#8220;Jesus!&#8221;<br \/>\n&#038; He&#8217;s<br \/>\nby my side, sitting right next to me<br \/>\n&#038; He don&#8217;t judge me<br \/>\nWe just keep it friendly<\/p>\n<p>A little red box, with a heart<br \/>\n&#038; I&#8217;d<br \/>\ngiven it to you<br \/>\nfriendship means nothin&#8217;, isn&#8217;t it<br \/>\njust what you&#8217;ve got to put in it<br \/>\nSo give me an ear<br \/>\ngot a<br \/>\nshoulder to cry!<br \/>\nI see the whole blue sky<br \/>\nmy eyes been so opened wide,<br \/>\n&#038; it&#8217;s true<\/p>\n<p>I could always count on you<br \/>\nto let me down<br \/>\n&#038; I&#8217;m callin&#8217; out &#8220;Jesus!&#8221;<br \/>\n&#038; He&#8217;s<br \/>\nby my side, sitting right next to me<br \/>\n&#038; He don&#8217;t judge me<br \/>\nWe just keep it friendly<\/p>\n<p><font size=4>Hopey<\/font size><br \/>\nHopey<\/p>\n<p>Hopey, c\u2019mon get your coat &#038; go<br \/>\nHopey, we\u2019ve already stayed too long<\/p>\n<p>Don\u2019t you turn &#038; look behind you<br \/>\nJust you walk with your head up\u2026<br \/>\nI\u2019ll be sure \u2018n lock the door<\/p>\n<p>C\u2019mon dry your pretty eyes<br \/>\n&#038; by the time that he wake up\u2026<br \/>\nwe\u2019ll be 10 miles down that road<\/p>\n<p>Hopey, c\u2019mon get your coat &#038; go<br \/>\nHopey, it don\u2019t matter any more<\/p>\n<p>Never mind the pretty lies<br \/>\nhe told you once upon a time<br \/>\nOnce upon a time was long ago<\/p>\n<p>Now, it takes a penny\u2019s worth of kindness<br \/>\nfor to fill your lovin\u2019 cup-<br \/>\nyou\u2019ve been thirsting for so long<\/p>\n<p>Hopey, c\u2019mon get your coat &#038; go<br \/>\nHopey, the morning light gonna shine<br \/>\noutside our door<\/p>\n<p>I said I see the morning light<br \/>\nit\u2019s gonna shine it\u2019s easy breezy light<br \/>\nBeen so long a while -since we\u2019ve seen you smile<br \/>\nI said it\u2019s been a long long while<br \/>\nsince we have seen your pretty smile\u2026<\/p>\n<p>We\u2019re so happy, when you decide to show it<\/p>\n<p><font size=4>Midway<\/font size><\/p>\n<p>How&#8217;s the veiw,<br \/>\ncoming down upon<br \/>\nMidway -town carnival?<\/p>\n<p>Were you swept up in it so fast<br \/>\njust out of habit<br \/>\ncatch hands<br \/>\nscream laugh-trip on back<br \/>\nTo the tilt-a-whirl<br \/>\nturn-on Christmas colored lights&#8230;<br \/>\nWe slipped like eels<br \/>\nswimming currents<br \/>\nwithin this all electric night<\/p>\n<p>easy to forget<br \/>\nthis was all in artificial light<\/p>\n<p>Walk past the Snake oil salesman works a<br \/>\nflim-flam scam<br \/>\nbarks the crowd hard<br \/>\nconceals his heart<br \/>\nbut bares his chest<br \/>\nshell game style<br \/>\nOh, little marks<\/p>\n<p>It don&#8217;t mean nothing<br \/>\n(he makes it look so easy)<br \/>\nHe don&#8217;t risk nothing,<br \/>\nshowing nothing<br \/>\nless than the perfect&#8230;<br \/>\n&#8220;Would you guess~? Just whats behind my eyes<br \/>\nLust or love?&#8221; he&#8217;s saying<br \/>\nWatch the wheel turn &#8217;round<br \/>\nbut Hope alone<br \/>\nis a worthy prize..<\/p>\n<p>Pay your prices<br \/>\nplay your chances.<\/p>\n<p>Truth or Dare me<br \/>\nI wasn&#8217;t a child when I&#8217;d heard the words you&#8217;d throw<br \/>\nDestiny, Love, Fate-<br \/>\nsuch poetry<br \/>\nhangs heavy come midway<br \/>\nsags from ceilings of sad concession<br \/>\nstands<br \/>\nout like stars<br \/>\ntoo large out of reach<br \/>\nstill delight &#038; entice me<br \/>\nTeacher, teach me!<\/p>\n<p>Hope alone seems worthy, hope alone&#8230;<br \/>\nTell me<br \/>\nThis is only how its done.<br \/>\nWe&#8217;re both fully grown,<br \/>\nthis is just how<br \/>\ncandy floss cotton melts fast on the tongue&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Did I kiss you?<br \/>\nSeems you needed to be kissed.<br \/>\nGambled all, with a hard luck heart knowing<br \/>\nthe games a fix<br \/>\ndo my best to forget it<br \/>\nbut still remember&#8230;<br \/>\nWhen we kissed<br \/>\nit was a carnival kiss<\/p>\n<p>Work your mouth to my mouth, didn&#8217;t our breath pump like pistons?<br \/>\nThrill ride high<\/p>\n<p>Push your thigh between mine<br \/>\nDidn&#8217;t I die?<br \/>\nDidn&#8217;t I die\/sigh<br \/>\nSweet Bliss&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Quick- strawberry gloss, slick those lips<br \/>\nerase the traces from your face<br \/>\nquick-<\/p>\n<p>Strawberry gloss -slick those<br \/>\nlips<br \/>\n(I wouldn&#8217;t mention this)<br \/>\nQuick<\/p>\n<p>Strawberry gloss he said slick those lips&#8230;<br \/>\n&#8220;Next!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><font size=4>Asleep By The Roadside<\/font size><br \/>\nWhat goes first<br \/>\nare the words<\/p>\n<p>I carried my own part &#038; parcel<br \/>\nI tried<br \/>\nTried to be cheerful<\/p>\n<p>&#038; you became so far away<br \/>\nthe wait was cruel<br \/>\n&#038; I&#8217;d began<br \/>\njust by being frankly grateful<br \/>\nthe relief<br \/>\nwas so fruitful &#038; deep<\/p>\n<p>I was way<br \/>\nway down the road<br \/>\nwhen I<br \/>\nturned &#8217;round to realise he&#8217;d stumbled<br \/>\non a crack in the skyline<\/p>\n<p>he stood still as death<br \/>\nhis eyes<br \/>\nwere so sweet<br \/>\nthey were always so cloudy<br \/>\nmy mind<br \/>\nmy mind was so cloudy that I<\/p>\n<p>fell asleep by the roadside<\/p>\n<p>copyright 2005 Allysen Callery<\/p>\n<p><font size=4> Full Moon\/Sleepy Eye<\/font size><br \/>\nSummer comes<br \/>\nweather want to make you<br \/>\ntake a walk outside&#8230;<br \/>\n&#038; I might\/ walk the night<br \/>\nwith a pale moon in the sky<br \/>\n&#038; by my side<br \/>\nis a ghost of you<br \/>\nkeep stride, keep stride<br \/>\nmy pale you<\/p>\n<p>Sweet bird flown home<br \/>\nyou&#8217;ve made your home in a<br \/>\nfeather nest \/feather bed<br \/>\nyou&#8217;ll rest your head<br \/>\nwhile a pale moon shines through<br \/>\ncalls through my window&#8230;<br \/>\nI&#8217;m wide awake I&#8217;m<br \/>\nwide awake now<\/p>\n<p>When the full moon<br \/>\nit&#8217;s a pale moon&#8230;<br \/>\nwhen the full moon got it&#8217;s sleepy eye<br \/>\nupon you better Watch out!<\/p>\n<p>Wolf dog<br \/>\nhere&#8217;s a half moon smile for a<br \/>\nhoney child<br \/>\nCan you hear him howlin&#8217; now?<br \/>\nRabbit run, gotta gun pressed to your mouth<br \/>\nCan you feel him stare?<br \/>\nHe&#8217;s staring at you now<\/p>\n<p>When I&#8217;m a<br \/>\nGrandma Grandma<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll rock you in my chair<br \/>\nlike I rocked on little girl<br \/>\nlost in the black wood<br \/>\nRag &#038; bone, all alone<br \/>\nI knew my way home<br \/>\nbut little dog, little dog&#8230;<br \/>\nyou think you&#8217;re a wolf now?<\/p>\n<p>Full moon got it&#8217;s sleepy eye upon you&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Mmm hmmm&#8230;;)<\/p>\n<p><font size=4>Pea Green Boat<\/font size><\/p>\n<p>Said when he gave me<br \/>\nhe made me up<br \/>\na paper heart<br \/>\nsaid It don&#8217;t mean a thing<br \/>\nsaid It&#8217;s only, made out of paper<\/p>\n<p>so the words float away in the light of day<br \/>\nfrom the light of day<\/p>\n<p>Say you&#8217;ll stay<br \/>\nsit beside me<br \/>\ngive me a word or two<br \/>\nthat&#8217;s true<\/p>\n<p>I will wrestle<br \/>\nwith you shadow<\/p>\n<p>barter for a piece of you&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>All that lies&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;<br \/>\nbetween us<\/p>\n<p>Is a blue silver sea<br \/>\n&#038; a love so strange&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;<br \/>\nly familiar<\/p>\n<p>The memory is dreaming me<\/p>\n<p>All that lies&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;<br \/>\nbetween us<\/p>\n<p>Is a blue silver sea<br \/>\n&#038; if Love were the Only<br \/>\nthing<br \/>\nthat<br \/>\nmatterd<\/p>\n<p>There would be<br \/>\nyou &#038; me<br \/>\nin a little Pea<br \/>\nGreen<br \/>\nBoat<\/p>\n<p>Said when he gave me<br \/>\nhe made me up-<br \/>\na paper heart<br \/>\nsaid It don&#8217;t mean a thing<br \/>\nsaid It&#8217;s only, made out of paper&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>so the words float away in the light of day<br \/>\nfrom the light of day<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Witch&#8217;s Hand &#8211; collaboration with Mother Bear (Germany) In a ditch ditch ditch Find a witch witch witch Witch\u2019s hand In a ditch ditch ditch Find a witch witch witch Witch\u2019s hand Make a wish Make a wish Was that what you wanted? 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