After This Time
1. After This Time - Max Garland
Soon I'll say my prayers and lay this mortal body down
Soon I'll say my prayers and lay this mortal body down
Hand me the moonlight, hand me the wind
Hand me my coat of rain, this journey's about to begin
The fields have all gone brown, the crows are tangled in the breeze
The fields have all gone brown, the crows are tangled in the breeze
Give me your best goodbye, lend me your smile
Save me a place inside your heart for awhile
Someday we will walk down by the waters that don't run dry
Someday we will walk down by the waters that don't run dry
Give me my sailing boat, my anchor and line
Hand me my folded map of what comes after this time
Soon I'll say my prayers and lay this mortal body down
Soon I'll say my prayers and lay this mortal body down
Hand me the moonlight, hand me the wind
Hand me my coat of rain, this journey's about to begin
2. Sometimes - Bernard Duyfhuizen
Sometimes you’re in; Sometimes you’re out
Sometimes you scream; Sometimes you shout
Sometimes you wake up in the morning
Sometimes you sleep till the crack of noon
Sometimes you go out in the sun shine
Sometimes you’re howling at the moon
But I know in the morning
The sun is going to rise
And this old world it keeps on turning
Every time I look into your eyes
Sometimes you win; Sometimes you lose
Sometimes you’re picked; Sometimes you choose
Sometimes you go out for the evening
Sometimes you stay out all night
Sometimes you think your odds are even
Sometimes you think it is not right
But I know in the morning
The sun is going to rise
And this old world it keeps on turning
Every time I look into your eyes
Sometimes you’re hot; Sometimes you’re cold
Sometimes you’re young; Sometimes you’re old
Sometimes you laugh so hard you cry
Sometimes you’re life’s turned upside down
Sometimes you think you have the answer
Sometimes it’s better to leave town
But I know in the morning
The sun is going to rise
And this old world it keeps on turning
Every time I look into your eyes
3. Miss My Home- Dennis Sampson and Joel Pace
They’re over there and I’m over here;
Seems like I’ve been almost everywhere.
Sailing away on a big black ship:
Going off on a mystic trip.
Cuz I miss my home
And I miss my home
And I miss my home . . .
I miss my home
Little brother, how have you been?
Man, I wish I could’ve been there for him….
And darling sister, it’s you I miss most.
Bought you gifts at every foreign coast.
Cuz I miss my home
And I miss my home
And I miss my home . . .
I miss my home
Must have been around this whole damned world,
But I still haven’t seen my girl.
And I hope she’s been faithful to me
Cuz you know I haven’t found no mermaids at sea.
Cuz I miss my home
And I miss my home
And I miss my home . . .
I miss my home
So this song to you I send.
I hope my journey has an end,
And I’ll be home again,
Yes, I’ll be home again
Cuz I miss my home
And I miss my home
And I miss my home . . .
I miss my home
4. Orphan Child lyrics Charlotte Brontë; music Bernard Duyfhuizen
My feet are sore, and my limbs they are weary;
Long is the way, and the mountains are wild;
Soon will the twilight close moonless and dreary
Over the path of the poor orphan child.
Why did they send me so far and so lonely,
Up where the moors spread and grey rocks are piled?
Men are hard-hearted, and kind angels only
Watch o'er the steps of a poor orphan child.
Yet distant and soft the night breeze is blowing,
Clouds there are none, and clear stars beam mild,
God, in His mercy, protection is showing,
Comfort and hope to the poor orphan child.
Ev'n should I fall o'er the broken bridge passing,
Or stray in the marshes, by false lights beguiled,
Still will my Father, with promise and blessing,
Take to His bosom the poor orphan child.
There is a thought that for strength should avail me,
Though both of shelter and kindred despoiled;
Heaven is a home, and a rest will not fail me;
God is a friend to the poor orphan child.'
5. Good Day- Max Garland
maybe there's angels around us
maybe there's nothing at all
maybe there's a babe in a manger
maybe there's an empty stall
maybe there's a bruise on the moon tonight
maybe it's the shadow of fear
maybe there's world where everything you've ever
wanted is always near
maybe tomorrow will be a good day to arrive
maybe tomorrow will be a good day to arrive
maybe there's a knock in the engine
maybe there's a knock on your door
maybe the messenger delivers
the very thing you've been waiting for
maybe the breath is a ribbon
wrapped around the gift of a word
maybe you thought you heard something in the wind
nobody else ever heard
maybe tomorrow will be a good day to arrive
maybe tomorrow will be a good day to arrive
maybe there's a cool drink of water
maybe there's a fountain near
maybe there's wine so sweet and fine
you drink it and disappear
maybe you're waiting for something or somebody
maybe you're at the back of the line
maybe the clocks run quicker and cleaner
just around the corner of time
maybe tomorrow will be a good day to arrive
maybe tomorrow will be a good day to arrive
maybe your head is hanging by a thread
maybe your heart's on a wire
maybe there's a ghost who visits your bed
and sets your dreams on fire
maybe this is my only country
maybe this is my own fault
maybe there's a flag made of money flying
while the real one's locked in the vault
maybe tomorrow will be a good day to arrive
maybe tomorrow will be a good day to arrive
6. Nick’s Postscript, Lyrics based on F. S. Fitzgerald; Music Joel Pace and Bernard Duyfhuizen
And as I sat there brooding on the old,
Unknown world,
I thought of Gatsby’s wonder
When he first picked out the green light
At the end of Daisy’s dock
[It was the green light at the end of Daisy’s dock.]
And Gatsby believed the green light.
Yes Gatsby believed in the [red, gold, and] the green light
He had come such long way to this blue lawn,
And his dream must have seemed so close
That he could hardly fail to grasp it
Gatsby believed in the green light,
The orgastic future that year by year recedes before us.
It eluded us then, but that’s no matter¾
To-morrow we will run faster,
Stretch out our arms farther….
And one fine morning¾
Gatsby believed in the green light,
So we beat on,
Boats against the current,
Borne back ceaselessly into the past.
7. Some Day You’ll Thank the Woman - Bernard Duyfhuizen
When you first met him, the sparks really flew
You thought you’d found the one who completed you.
He said he’d love you forever, you gave him your heart—
For richer or for poorer, until death do you part.
Some day you’ll thank the woman who took that man off your hands
Now its not your problem when he says his wife don’t understand,
Or goes out to find himself, or tells her he wants a change;
Some day you’ll thank the woman who took that man off your hands.
Soon the honeymoon was over, sooner yet the kids came,
And he just parked his ass in front of some ball game;
He started going out, just to see old friends;
Comin’ home with perfume on his collar and strange hair with split ends.
Some day you’ll thank the woman who took that man off your hands
Now its not your problem when he says his wife don’t understand,
Or goes out to find himself, or tells her he wants a change;
Some day you’ll thank the woman who took that man off your hands.
Sometimes you still get lonely; sometimes you still get blue
Sometimes you just need someone to cuddle next to you;
But you’re better off without him, and all his wayward ways;
Some day you’ll thank the woman who gave you back your days.
Kids are growin’ up; and you’re still on your own;
A good job, the bills paid, a house made into a home.
Saw him just the other day—lookin’ old, hair gettin’ thin
No sparks flew this time, you’re really over him.
Today you thank the woman who took that man off your hands
Now its not your problem when he says his wife don’t understand,
Or goes out to find himself, or tells her he wants a change;
Today you thank the woman who took that man off your hands.
8. This Wheel - Max Garland
this wheel never stumbles this wheel never falls
though hearts may grow emptyand silence will call
this wheel never flares up or burns like a brand
it bears itself lightlyin woman and man
this wheel runs through rain and torrents of flood
spins through the bone and hallows the blood
this wheel nevertwists itself from the pain
when roads are demolishedthis wheel will remain
this wheel is abundant this wheel is alone
sudden as lightning and steady as stone
this wheel never wanders beyond hope of repair
rolls straight to the heart of whatever is there
this wheel is a vagrantthis wheel has no name
it ransacks the jailhouse and bears off the shame
the smell of the roses the strangeness you feel
waking at midnight is the work of this wheel
this wheel is a bandit this wheel is a blade
it steals through the shadowsof heavenly shade
this wheel is of waterthis wheel is of wind
softer than moonlight it travels your skin
this wheel runs through rain and torrents of flood
spins through the bone and hallows the blood
this wheel never twists itself from the pain
when roads are demolished this wheel will remain
when roads are demolishedthis wheel will remain
9. The Other Side - Dennis Sampson and Joel Pace
Got no socks and no shoes
My feet hurt from standing all the day
And I can hear the sounds of the rolling trains
But it’s not the same on the other side
We got to…
Get to the other side
No one knows my name
No one plays my games
No one weighs my gains
But it’s not the same on the other side
We got to…
Get to the other side
No one to cry for you
No one to cry for you
No one to cry for you
No one to cry for you
And if we both cross over
This burden that we shoulder
It will subside
But you’ll still be on
The other side…
Got no socks and no shoes
My feet hurt from standing all the day
And I can hear the sounds of the rolling trains
But it’s not the same on the other side
Chorus
We got to…
Get to the other side
We’re on the other
On the other side!
10. Sharon Malone- Bernard Duyfhuizen
Sharon Malone was a country girl;
She cut out her dreams from magazines,
Pasting together a scrapbook life
of what her future would be
When she left the country
For the bright lights of New York;
Cosmopolitan ladies with their
Sophisticated eastside talk
Sharon Malone was a country girl
She left in the winter of ’69
One way ticket on a Greyhound bus
Scrapbook pages floating through her mind
Expecting the action
The excitement of old Broadway
The hustle of the crowds
To fall in love by Valentine’s Day.
Hello New York City
Promised land of my dreams
Where are all your beautiful people now
This isn’t how it should be.
Sharon Malone was a country girl
The taxi man took her for a ride
The waiter added up the bill all wrong, and
The shop girls made sure she’d buy
Her purse was snatched in the 30s
Packages all scattered in the snow
Brown from the people walking fast and
Not caring to see which way he’d go
Sharon Malone was a country girl
Alone on the great white way
Her hotel’s a locker at the bus depot
After that, she’s no place to stay
Wishing she could get back home
To that quaint, old family scene
Wanting to sleep in her own bed again
to try and rebuild her dreams
The glue is dry and cracking now
The pages are starting to tear
The pictures all have yellowed, and
Sharon’s changed the color of her hair.
Sharon Malone is a city girl . . .
11. Man Out of Snow - Max Garland
Snow on the rooftop snow in my soul
Snow in my heartabout an inch or so
Can't build much of a man out of snow
Can't stop a woman when she's ready to go
Here comes the weather bearing more bad news
One of those dayseven the blues got the blues
Crows singing my favorite song
About how you don't know love till it's gone
Snow on the rooftop snow in my soul
Snow in my heartabout an inch or so
Can't build much of a man out of snow
Can't stop a woman when she's ready to go
Wake up little dreamer my momma said
All those dreams gonna cloud your head
I believe I believe I believe she was right
If I'd listen to her I wouldn't be lonely tonight
Snow on the rooftop snow in my soul
Snow in my heartabout an inch or so
Can't build much of a man out of snow
Can't stop a woman when she's ready to go
They saythey saythey say
You always remember the one that got away
By the milk of the moonon the shadow of my hand
I can count the reasons but I can't understand
Snow on the rooftop snow in my soul
Snow in my heartabout an inch or so
Can't build much of a man out of snow
Can't stop a woman when she's ready to go
Hallelujah the choir boys sing
About all the blessings heaven will bring
I was thinking about heaven just the other day
Watching my baby walking away
Hallelujah the choir boys sing
About all the blessings heaven will bring
I was thinking about heaven just the other day
Watching my baby walking away
Snow on the rooftop snow in my soul
Snow in my heartabout an inch or so
Can't build much of a man out of snow
Can't stop a woman when she's ready to go
12. Springtime Blues, Joel Pace and Bernard Duyfhuizen
I got the springtime blues
You’ve been on my mind
When the seasons change
They leave me behind
But I said “Ohh! Without you I have no center
Because you were my core
So I’m still lost in winter
But I got my brand new Chevy
And I shined it up real nice
I got those white wall tires
Baby, I bought you lots of ice
I said “Ohhh! If it’s the material things that are going to bring you round”
But just like a new flower growin’
Your deceit was springin’ from the ground
I got the springtime blues the Canadian Geese return
Baby, our last supper left me with heart burn
I said “Ohh! It’s beyond Pepcid AC or Zantac”
Cuz the way you left me,
nearly gave me a heart attack.
So I gotta play my horn….
I look outside and I see lots of squirrels
However, when I look outside I do not see any other girls
Because baby you are the only one I my mind this spring
But you know they call you “The Scorpion”
Cuz you sure know how to sting
Yes you do….
13. Dance with Me - Bernard Duyfhuizen
Dance with me, dance with me, dance with me darlin’
Come let me twirl you once round the room;
Dance with me, dance with me, dance with me darlin’
Come dance beneath this bright August moon.
Round and around we turn in our circles
Each one is different yet always the same
Round and around we turn in our circles
Life is a dance spinning out of its frame
How do we know the dance from the dancer?
Each step is measured in time
How do we know the song from the singer?
Life turning round on a rhyme
So, Dance with me, dance with me, dance with me darlin’
Come let me twirl you once round the room;
Dance with me, dance with me, dance with me darlin’
Come dance beneath this bright August moon.
Come dance beneath this bright August moon.
14. Marcel Marceau - Max Garland
Marcel Marceau never spoke a word
He flapped his arms like a dying bird
He made you feel that bird was real
But I can't get to you
The summer moon never had a prayer
Never had no ladder to climb up there
Yet there she hangs from heaven's gate
And I can't get to you
I can't get to you I can't get to you
I built a boat but it would not float
I stole a car but the wheels caught fire
I try to walk but my shoes they stray
And I can't get to you
The rain glides down the mountainside
The rivers race from place to place
The water lies sweet on your tongue
But I can't get to you
The wind has nothing to his name
He wears a coat made out of rain
And yet travels this rich man's world
But I can't get to you
I can't get to you I can't get to you
I built a boat but it would not float
I stole a car but the wheels caught fire
I try to walk but my shoes they stray
And I can't get to you
I can drift and I can dream
And I can float upon the stream
And I can dive into the deep
But I can't get to you
I write a letterI place a call
I paint your name upon my wall
I throw a bottle out on the sea
But I can't get to you
I can't get to you I can't get to you
I built a boat but it would not float
I stole a car but the wheels caught fire
I try to walk but my shoes they stray
And I can't get to you
Marcel Marceau never spoke a word
He flapped his arms like a dying bird
He made you feel that bird was real
But I can't get to you
He made you feel that bird was real
But I can't get to you
He made you feel that bird was real
But I....
15. Via Canzone, Joel Pace and Bernard Duyfhuizen
Your father would never return
To the place he left at seventeen
On a donkey-drawn cart
Pulling past silver-tipped olive trees
On a road slithering through the mountains
How he must have dreamt of the sea
Atlantis across the Atlantic
And “drinking life to the lees”
Fourteen hours a day mending shoes
All across a salty sea
Sewing and polishing memories
Unstitch every worn bit of hope
To pull the soul away
Dreams come apart at the seams
And you worked by his side all way
On cold winter days you’d make coarse coffee
Sweeten the air by placing an orange rind
On the coal stove top that sat behind
We are walking the way of the song
We are walking the way of the song
Returning six years shy of century since he left
You with only eight months left
Winding our way through mountain roads
Past the heart of the lion
We find his village nestled among the peaks
Like the cygnet folded among swan wings
And there are miracles
And there are miracles
Finding the street where he was born
“Via Canzone”: the way of the song
A single flower to adorn
The door
We had come to adore
The place of his birth
Bearing common sense and mirth
We are walking the way of the song
We are walking the way of the song
Singing the songs your father sang to you
You sang to me, as a child
And I to you as you lay swaddled in white
In a cradle surrounded by wise men
And we stayed by your side
Singing till morning was night
And you and your father
Looking down on us from the way of the song
In the sky
We are walking the way of the song
We are walking the way of the song
So I’m “borne back ceaselessly
into the past”: Down dusty roads
Silver-tipped olive groves
Stung by the honeyed barbs of memories
Down dusty roads
Silver-lined olive leaves
As I hum along
Walking the way of the song
Better Weather
1. Red Wing - Max Garland
It was a farm so small
Hardly there at all
But every time one falls
It's all the world to you
It's all the world to you
Mother worked her youth away
We were the bills she had to pay
Her backbone paved the way
Down the golden mile
Somebody's golden mile
The river built this town
And Walmart tore it down
I watched the sweet land flow
Into the Gulf of Mexico
Down the Gulf of Mexico
They told us how the mine
Would make us rich in time
But I ain’t seen a dime
Just sand grains in the sun
Sand grains in the sun
Sell my soul down the river
Bare my bones to the sky
Red wing help me remember
To kiss the rainbow goodbye
Kiss the rainbow goodbye
Now the high school kids are wired
And the Golden Rule's retired
And the Congress is for hire
Buy one get one free
Buy one get one free
I might have one more drink
The satellite’s on the blink
And the slot machine odds stink
It's a bells and whistle world
A bells and whistle world
The good fathers of the church
Left Jesus in the lurch
Now they've organized a search
Don't try to apprehend
Might be a dangerous man
They melted the school bells down
To forge a rich man's crown
I saw him high above this town
Tip his silver wings
Tip his silver wings
Sell my soul down the river
Bare my bones to the sky
Red wing help me remember
To kiss the rainbow goodbye
Kiss the rainbow goodbye
2. Summit ParkR. L. Stevenson, Bernard Duyfhuizen and Joel Pace
As from the house your mother sees
You playing round the garden trees
So you may see if you but look
Through the windows of this book
Another child far far away
And in another garden play
But do not think you can at all
By knocking on this window call
That child to hear you. He intent
Is still on his play-business bent.
Another child far far away
And in another garden play
He does not hear he will not look
Nor yet be lured out of this book
For long ago the truth to say
He has grown up and gone away
And it is but a child of air
That lingers in the garden there
The page is but a window to the past
Or perhaps a looking glass
garden is naught but your heart
fence around the inmost part
Grass overgrown with weeds & snares
Bowling green o’erwrought with cares
Brittle pages of this book
Merely await your second look
As from the house your mother sees
You playing round the garden trees
So you may see if you but look
Through the windows of this book
Another child far far away
And in another garden play
And it is but a child of air
That lingers in the garden there
3. Winter Light, Max Garland
Don’t fall, don’t fall tonight
I’m not ready for winter light
I’m not ready for winter light
I hear them gathering in the sky
How do they know which way to fly
How do they know which way to fly
Some good wind will shake this tree
Leaves come down
They were the best part of me
They were the best part of me
Don’t falldon’t fall tonight
I’m not ready for winter light
I’m not ready for winter light
Strange space inside my bones
Where else would the first snow find a home
Where else would the first snow find a home
Some good wind will shake this tree
Leaves come down
They were the best part of me
They were the best part of me
There’s ice in the water trough
There’s stains the moon can’t scrape off
There’s a girl in the broken field
With a voice that sounds almost real
Singing......
Don’t falldon’t fall tonight
I’m not ready for winter light
I’m not ready for winter light
I hear them gathering in the sky
How do they know which way to fly
How do they know which way to fly
Some good wind will shake this tree
Leaves come down
They were the best part of me
They were the best part of me
Don’t falldon’t fall tonight
I’m not ready for winter light
I’m not ready for winter light
4. Staring Down, Olaf Lind
There's a man upstairs sitting there as time goes slowly by
passing through a waking dream the sun falls from the sky
there's a man upstairs sitting there
with a tear drop in his eye
The ghost is in the attic
an imprint of the past
no one seems to know him
but the children always ask
There's a playground on the corner where all the children played
broken bottles and shotgun shells are all you'll find today
there's a playground on the corner
but the children stay away
The ghost is in the attic
an imprint of the past
no one seems to know him
but the children always ask
On a city street lying there hunger is in wait
if you can't work pull up a bench and answer to your fate
on a city street with solitude
the hour is always late
The ghost is in the attic
an imprint of the past
no one seems to know him
but the children always ask
There's a voice inside my head today I wish would go away
a foolish voice, a voice of dreams I dreamt would never stay
there's a voice inside my head today
I wish would go away
There's a man upstairs sitting there, lonely, staring down
at the faces of his children wrenched toward the ground
and the city street that answers
with a silent sound
The ghost is in the attic
an imprint of the past
no one seems to know him
but the children always ask
No one seems to know him
but the children always ask
5. Hard Time, Max Garland
It’s a hard time all the way around
You cannot fly and you can’t stay on the ground
It’s a hard time all the way around
Went down to see my love, my love had fled
I hope someday to get that vision from my head
It’s a hard time all the way around
It’s a hard time all the way around
You cannot fly and you can’t stay on the ground
It’s a hard time all the way around
She said she loved me, I was her care
Now I’m just another ribbon in her hair
It’s a hard time all the way around
It’s a hard time all the way around
You cannot fly and you can’t stay on the ground
It’s a hard time all the way around
When you go down in love you go down alone
Down to the bottom, down to the bone
It’s a hard time all the way around
It’s a hard time all the way around
You cannot fly and you can’t stay on the ground
It’s a hard time all the way around
Stood in the kitchen, stood in the hall
Stood on the back porch just to watch the evening fall
It’s a hard time all the way around
It’s a hard time all the way around
You cannot fly and you can’t stay on the ground
It’s a hard time all the way around
6. Ballad of an Aging Hero, Daniel Zerr
Taking flight is quite a tall order
These days I prefer the ground
The buildings I can still leap are much shorter
They take more than a single bound
I can no longer go without glasses
My disguise is incomplete
And the speeding bullet it passes
No matter how I move my feet
Maybe it’s true I’m not what I used to be
But I’m still me
Remember when our view of the city
Was from high above the crowd
The world was lush and green and so pretty
As we sailed beyond the clouds
Now it seems the world has grown colder
The theme music no longer plays
And you and I are both a bit older
Time to put the cape away
No longer the hero everyone’s used to
But I still love you
Is the yellow sun a bit dimmer
Is there too much kryptonite
I know my waist would be a bit thinner
If I didn’t snack at night
For truth and justice I’m still fighting
I’m still a friend to all of man
I’m just in need of slightly better lighting
But you can bet I’ll do all I can
The suit’s a little tighter now than it used to be
But I’m still me
7. To Wage This Love, Max Garland
This is what I say. This is who I love
This where I live out my days
But never enough. This is what I say
I wake at night. Somebody says
That was just a dream you had
Better lay back down your head.
Sometimes I’m here. Sometimes I’m almost there.
Sometimes I’m halfway between
Myself and thin air.
This is what I say. This is who I love
This where I live out my days
But never enough. This is what I say
The wide winds turn. The great grasses sway.
Sometimes it’s almost enough
To carry the heart away.
I walk this town, steel and stone.
In every face I think I see
A little bit of my own.
This is what I say. This is who I love
This where I live out my days
But never enough. This is what I say
I hold this hand so close in mine.
It’s wrapped around my fingers
Like the hold of time.
Are you there? Will you be?
The morning like an arrow
Aimed straight at me.
You come down like roses from the sky.
I know better by now than to wonder why.
Stronger wills than mine have come to dust.
It takes a lot to teach the faint of heart to trust.
To wage this love, to harbor you
Is the brightest thing in a dark time
That I know to do.
This is what I say. This is who I love
This where I live out my days
But never enough. This is what I say
8. Into Tomorrow Lucas K. Fischer and Joel Pace
Birds twitter anxiously, awaiting dawn.
Lost in thought we walk into the morn;
Let us hike together, though the climb be steep.
The road goes ever on and on:
Miles to go before we sleep.
Puddle gives back the uncertain heaven, whose rolling evanescence
Window to the sky on the ground.
My heart recounts the essence of the scene now:
The mountains about us looked like cathedrals;
Twisted trees grew from vortices.
Southwest sun climbed the arc through the needles;
We followed past heart-shaped stones and leaves.
At the top, you walked out to a land-bridge,
The fall steep and sheer on either side.
Powerless should you stumble, I snapped a picture:
My love alone and looking back at me with independent eyes.
There thought I is the soul my heart fell for,
Toppling through memories and tops of trees.
After you, I, too, braved the rock tightrope;
We walked back, as the cool morning gave way to my heart-warming brave day.
In the evening of our days, we sip wine,
Lying in a hammock lazily creaking, keeping time.
Trees filter the breeze and frame the scattered stars--
Bright underbelly of leaves canopy for you and me entwined.
River serenades us, showing the bridge at the furthest sea;
We hop-scotch constellations, glowing breadcrumb trail to eternity.
We move from cardinal joy to cardinal joy,
Sorrow to sorrow;
A little happiness we lend,
A little we borrow.
Like robins skipping branches
We move from tonight into tomorrow.
9. I’ve Been Waiting, Bernard Duyfhuizen
I’ve been waiting for my time to come
I’ve been waiting all my life
I’ve been waiting for my time to come to take flight
I’ve been waiting all my live long life
I’ve been waiting for that morning star
I’ve been waiting for that morning star to rise
I’ve been waiting for that morning star to shine
I’ve been waiting, or am I wastin’ time
I’ve been waiting for you to come around
But you’re out there running all over town
I’ve been waiting for a chance to get next to you
I’ve been waiting, what the Hell am I supposed to do
I’ve been waiting for my time to come
I’ve been waiting all my life
I’ve been waiting for my time to come to take flight
I’ve been waiting all my live long life(x3)
10. Better Weather, Max Garland
Spring has come but I don’t see a flower anywhere
I don’t hear no pretty little bluebird up in the air
They say better weather will heal our wounds in time
Heal mine Heal mine
Look down the river, the ice will not break
There’s a little bit of bitterness in every breath I take
They say better weather will heal the heart in time
Heal mine Heal mine
Snowflake in the bloodstream, zero at the bone
When will this chilly wind chill and leave us alone
They say better weather heals our wounds in time
Heal mine Heal mine
Can’t bribe the weatherman, can’t rob the sky
Can’t cheat the seasons, just got to let them roll by
They say better weather will heal our wounds in time
Heal mine Heal mine
Headlights in the snowdrift, fading out fast
The hardest part of the rescue is making it last
They say better weather will heal our wounds in time
Heal mine Heal mine
11. Ophelia W. Shakespeare, Joel Pace and Bernard Duyfhuizen
Where the willow grows aslant
A thorn-fringed stream
Crinoline soaked in troubles
Songs in bubbles scream
Her hair waves in the current
Poppy violets bloom on the banks
Blackcurrant wine in chalices
Drunk by the queen without thanks
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,
And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet, Ophelia!
It is our trick; nature her custom holds, Ophelia!
Let shame say what it will: when these are gone, Ophelia!
The woman will be out. Adieu, my lord, Ophelia!
I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze, Ophelia!
[freestyle verse]
A speech of fire that fain would blaze
Beware what men do say
when you raise a toast
I do suppose
I’ve seen a ghost
Or is that a fly upon my nose
Lean in close
As we disclose
A fiend that grows
The Queen she knows
Who poisoned the king
Who joys in killing his brother
marrying my mother
With words as swords I’ll speak daggers to her ears
To show that this staggering good cheer is
Parrying with fears
I’ll fence in the truth through tears
The sadness hunting here
Madness of King Lear’s Cordelia
Who else is listening to my jeers Ophelia?
Too much water hast the fire that within thee burns
In turn I’ll learn
By feigning madness
Whose grating gladness
My dissent will be to give
Up sanity for lent
Straining smiles or to beguile the true intent:
Who was sent for over miles
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
With a glance you will discern
How this heart within me burns
Mark but this fly and mark in this
How something rotten in the state of Denmark is
Watch how with the fiction of a play
And the crazed diction I will say
I’ll trap the conscience of the King
And the Queen & people of England,
The steeple’s jinglin’ with stolen coins
The virgin renowned has ruined church and crown,
Divided like light in a prism,
But I’ll veil my criticism
In Hamlet’s catechism,
Let drama heal this schism,
Appeal this prison
Sentence to appease us
Kneel or kiss him Judas to Jesus,
The holy ghost of father to the son sees us
Until the day is done what dreams may come to release us
This Beowulf the swords of middle earth
Slay Brother wolf with words of riddles’ worth
Please put some delay on my words Mr. Middlesworth
To be, or not to be
L - O – V – E
Get thee to a nunnery
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,
And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet, Ophelia!
It is our trick; nature her custom holds, Ophelia!
Let shame say what it will: when these are gone, Ophelia!
The woman will be out. Adieu, my lord, Ophelia!
I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze, Ophelia!
Where the willow grows aslant
A thorn-fringed stream
Crinoline soaked in troubles
Songs in bubbles scream
Her hair waves in the current
Poppy violets bloom on the banks
Blackcurrant wine in chalices
Drunk by the queen without thanks
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,
And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet, Ophelia!
It is our trick; nature her custom holds, Ophelia!
Let shame say what it will: when these are gone, Ophelia!
The woman will be out. Adieu, my lord, Ophelia!
I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze, Ophelia!
But that this folly doubts it,
OPHELIA
12. Somebody Like You, Max Garland
somebody needs your love tonight
somebody cannot ask outright
somebody might not make it through
somebody like you somebody like you
somebody cannot bear the weight
of darkness that feels to them like fate
if there is rescue it’s too late
if not for you if not for you
he was no one that I knew
flesh and blood like me and you
out of time and luck let’s say
just in the world’s way in the world’s way
changea wild cold world
let this be rewound
who are you fooling girl
boy you are falling down
this feels like falling down
somebody once held half a chance
out on the floor for every dance
now there is hardly even a glance
if not for you if not for you
somebody folds his hand too soon
there is no future in this room
there is no wild card up your sleeve
no bluff you can believe no bluff you believe
somebody talks to the empty air
somebody thinks somebody’s there
everyone knows that it’s not true
everybody but you everybody but you
change a wild cold world
let this be rewound
who are you fooling girl
boy you are falling down
this feels like falling down
somebody needs your love tonight
somebody cannot ask outright
somebody might not make it through
somebody like you somebody like you
13. Headin’ Back to You, Bernard Duyfhuizen
Summer comes I’ll be headin’ back to you;
Summer comes I’ll be headin’ back to you;
When I left I thought that we were through;
Summer comes I’ll be headin’ back to you.
When the leaves started fallin’ from your trees;
When the leaves started fallin’ from your trees;
I started runnin’ south just feelin’ free;
When the leaves started fallin’ from your trees.
When the snow was driftin’ in your yard;
When the snow was driftin’ in your yard;
Somehow you found me with that Christmas card;
When the snow was driftin’ in your yard;
How many times have I left you this a way,
And how many times have I heard you say,
“When your wanderin’s over you’ll know what to do.”
So when summer comes I’ll be headin’ back to you.
Springtime comes early in the south;
Springtime comes early in the south;
The birds are already northern bound;
Springtime comes early in the south;
Summer comes I’ll be runnin’ back to you;
Summer comes I’ll be runnin’ back to you;
Now I know just what I’m gonna do;
Summer comes I’ll be runnin’ back to you;