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April We should have waited 'til April when the flowers are in bloom. We should have waited 'til April We fell in love too soon. It's a foolish seed that tries to grow when the ground is still hard and covered in snow. And I'm a fool to love you but how was I to know its hard for hearts to warm up when the cold winds still blow We should have waited 'til April when the flowers are in bloom. We should have waited 'til April We fell in love too soon Yesterday it was sunny. It was warm and clear. We walked by the ocean and you held me so near. But today it is snowing and I'm cold to the bone. The wind it is blowing and I'm walking all alone. We should have waited 'til April when the flowers are in bloom. We should have waited 'til April We fell in love too soon. -Ry Cavanaugh ------------------------------------------------ Be My Baby Last Monday night in a Jamaica Plain bar a friend of a friend told me who you are And would I mind very much giving you a ride so we crossed the river to the other side The other side, the other side I wouldn't mind giving you a ride Be my, be my baby tonight So I drove you home and we got to your street I turned to talk but you were out the door and on your feet I thought I was after you but you were on my tail left me with a smile put my heart in jail My heart's in jail, my heart's in jail Singing like a caged nightengale Be my, be my baby Be my, be my one and only Be my be my baby tonight It's midnight in Central but your face shines like dawn Still at arm's length, we're falling headlong One night you walked me home and then I saw that one wool shirt between you and the cold I know you knew I would have asked you to stay So you said good night one street away One street away, one street away I know honey what you wouldn't say Be my, be my baby Be my, be my one and only Be my be my baby tonight -Jennifer Kimball ------------------------------------------------ All the Little Live Things All the snow is melting the river's running high robins on the green their fledglings fly the trees are sending out their buds every limb has something new But with all this beauty bursting tell me how come you feel so blue? All this rain, all this sun it don't bring her back. Tulips coming up in bright yellow and red the daffodil in faded white sunshine, it's head. The way she looked at you back then - what you'll never regret. Still, all the little live things don't make you forget this blue. She's gone this time Flown for good She meant what she said, even as you misunderstood. Never mind the blacktop yard your garden now unformed your rooftop perch a better view than any flowers you could plant down below. We'll wait all the livelong hours with you 'til we can drown our sorrows in Tir na Nog Tir na Nog Tir na Nog Tir na Nog -Jennifer Kimball ------------------------------------------------ Icarus A fly on the window pane, I see the world outside. I can stand with arms outstretched but I will never reach the sky. I can let you near me. I can't let you inside. I can let you hear me, but I can't let you see my eyes. Every time I look at you I'm afraid of what I'll find. Afraid of what I'm looking for and what I've got to hide I can stand here before you. I can lay by your side I can't let you see my eyes I know I hurt you. I keep you guessing all the same. All this deception is nothing but a painful game I tore the picture that was you and me I put it back together but now the tear is all I see Every time I look at you I'm afraid of what I'll find. Afraid of what I'm looking for and what I've got to hide I can stand here before you. I can lay by your side I can't let you see my eyes Fly toward the sun, though your wings may come undone. Fly toward the sun, what was lost must first be won. Fly -Ry Cavanaugh ------------------------------------------------ Your Mouth I took myself for a walk along the rose-colored path through the prickly mounded thistle to the dunes Over the rolling sand soft grasses dark and sweet wave their dewey selves at me Your mouth, your mouth Your mouth, your mouth Stare into the pool Dark waters deep and blue Meet my gaze, take my heart with you, with you Hills so smooth and wide glide to the glistening single monument - take me in to Your mouth, your mouth Your mouth, your mouth -Jennifer Kimball ------------------------------------------------ Cruel Sea Goodbye, Maire, I am going to sea. Just one more trip this season's all I need. Oh dear Martin, please don't go I have a feeling deep down in my bones. His ship set out with the morning tide. As Maire waved, a chill ran down her spine. Oh my darling what have you done? The cruel sea has taken the one I love. With the pressure falling on his third day gone Maire knew she'd been right all along. Through shrieking wind she heard her Martin's voice "I am lost sweet Maire, but always yours." As the waves thundered down the rocky shore Maire threw herself into the storm. Just off the azores Martin fought the helm the storm had passed and now he headed home again -Ry Cavanaugh ------------------------------------------------ Knock me Down Knock me down - I get up Once is never enough Back of your hand 'cross my face Turn my cheek just in case Have you seen the wind - not just what it destroys? I ask, have you seen the wind - not just what it destroys? Knock me down - I get up Once is never enough Back of your hand 'cross my face Turn my cheek just in case You're not done having fun - well, I know where to find your gun (You're) swinging for the bleacher seats - Gods redeem their vigils keep Have you seen the wind - not just what it destroys? I ask, have you seen the wind - not just what it destroys? Knock me down - Rule of thumb - times one Knock me down - I get up Knock me down - I get up I get up I get up I get up -Kimball, Beardo, Cavanaugh, Conway, Colley ------------------------------------------------ Lost Woman Song How come lost woman songs always say she belonged to me It sounds like you could buy one special on tv Well the way it looks from where I stand, tell me if I'm wrong If you think you owned her that just might be why she's gone. She's there with you because she wants to be She does what she wants to do You can spend your life in love with her but she don't belong to you All these sad songs some guy cryin' in his beer Pumpin' coins in the jukebox, the same one you're gonna hear. His gal is gone she said so long, left a farewell note behind says he will remember though that she once was mine She's there with you because she wants to be She does what she wants to do You can spend your life in love with her but she don't belong to you -George Cavanaugh ------------------------------------------------ All the Time in the World Whistles blow and bells will ring - it's only the swell of the sea Fever and the bootleg flask - took all of my brothers from me From the old world ships brought quarrymen - to carve columns with finnials, victors of war The steam drill whines, your back is bent - you turn and smile at me and suddenly - I've got all the time, darling All the time in the world I've got all the time when you look my way And we haven't said a word The Union won the nine-hour day - still we're chained to the company store a pittance wage, not a minute free - for a girl on cannery row Save Saturday, in the oil lamp glow - the dancing pavilion it sways your gaze meets mine, beneath spruce and pine - and we dance the night away 'cause I've got all the time, darling All the time in the world I've got all the time when you look my way And we haven't said a word It's a dry island where the boss is King but the band makes it feel like home those Yankee tunes, they end at the end but the Italians made me fly - Whistles blow and bells will ring - the foreman's out looking for me A stolen hour, a stolen kiss - we were thieves in an endless robbery -Jennifer Kimball ------------------------------------------------ Same to me As long as I can remember I've been trying to ease the pain so when I found myself on the corner after the doctor said that I'd been cured bag or bottle you know it doesn't matter, as long as it takes away the pain its all the same to me Some believe in Jesus, Yeah some believe in love but my brother, he plays the market. Last year he did pretty good. Lately I've been feeling foresaken because money, god and love are all the same to me. The carousel is spinning around and the band is out of tune The whiskey bottle's empty... abandoned. For as long as I can remember, he's been talking about wanting to go so when I found the old man on the carpet lying there still and cold I didn't wonder how it had happened heart attack or overdose It's all the same to me -Ry Cavanaugh ------------------------------------------------ What Matters There's a thousand things that I could say, it doesn't matter anyway you know where I stand, it's the same place I always stand, you know what kind of man I am What matters is already here Let the pundits pose and the lawyers elude, writers prose and the poets alude The politicians are always on shaky ground but you and I are sticking around What matters is already here There's a million jobs out there to be had and managers who'll treat you bad It's the same old shit no matter what you do but the same old love will pull us through What matters is already here. -Ry Cavanaugh ------------------------------------------------ Coal Machine Goodbye my Appalachia, I'll see you in my dreams I'll miss the wind in the sycamore tree but I know it won't miss me "So long, farewell," no friends will say as I leave a trail of steam. Those steel wheels will pull, though my heart tries to slow this speeding coal machine, this speeding coal machine. You sank into the moonlight but your wedding ring still shines. Another round for the bar, god knows where you are - you're hers 'til the end of time. "So long, farewell," no friends will say as I leave a trail of steam. Those steel wheels will pull, though my heart tries to slow this speeding coal machine, this speeding coal machine. Oh I can't undo what I have done - fool was I to care. I've sure had fun, but I've just begun Now all in love is fair, is fair, is fair, is fair. -Jennifer Kimball ------------------------------------------------ Time to Go Home He don't come when he's called Sometimes he don't come at all and he loves you She don't do as she's told She don't weave threads of gold But she loves you Cheryl, it's time to go home Cheryl, it's a cold, cold dawn Take what you need, don't do as you're told. Cheryl, it's time to go home. I know you've been so concerned that I don't have money to burn I know that there's just no excuse We live the life that we choose and I love her and I can love you too if you let me through -Ry Cavanaugh |
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