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Triage
03:34
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Triage
Are you sleeping? Are there dreams in your head?
Are you sleeping, as you lay in your bed?
Is the air running slow
as you rest and you grow,
will your eyes open up in time?
Does your chest rise and fall
as you dream of the ball,
with the prince’s hand on thine?
Are you sleeping,
or are you gone?
Are you moving so slow they just can’t see?
Are you sleeping? Are you dreaming of me?
Is the red in your veins that I made in exchange
for a life of joy and pain
slowly moving along as you dream up a song
meant for dancing in the rain?
Are you sleeping,
or are you gone?
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2. |
Are You The Light
04:16
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Are You The Light?
There’s a dark that stretches out way beyond the night
and it can be washed away with no earthly light.
I keep it ever near and hold it so tight
(with all of my might)
There’s a hole that can be filled with no earthly dust
or with hopes, or dreams, or wishes, teachings and such.
I’ve learned to walk around or cover it up,
but is that enough?
(Is that enough?)
And they say at the end there’s a tunnel and beyond that a light
and it softens all the struggles of a hard-luck-story life
and it washes clean away your sorrow and strife
and you’ll be alright
(you’ll be alright)
Are you the light?
Are you the light?
There’s a quiet that rings in my ears
it’s the loudest thing that you could never hear
‘cause I don’t know what you’d say if you were still here
if you were here
If you were here
Well they say at the end there’s a tunnel and beyond that a light
and it softens all the struggles of your hard-luck-story life
and it washes clean away your sorrow and strife
and you’ll be alright
(you’ll be alright)
Are you the light?
Are you the light?
Are you the light?
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3. |
What I'd Give
03:17
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What I'd Give
I’d give my eyes, wouldn’t need to see
if I’d a glance of yours in front of me
and I’d give all of my dollars
right down to my last penny
just to give one thing for you, my love.
And all those minted papers on a shelf
don’t mean nothin’ when you’re by yourself
so I’d give my education
and I’d gather rocks to sell
just to give one thing for you, my love.
Oh what I’d give
what I’d give
what I’d give
I’d give anything for you.
I’d give anything for you.
I’d give anything for you my love, for you my love.
I’d give my heart on a silver plate
many childless mothers feel that way
that we’d take all that we cherish
and just sink it in the bay
just to give one thing for you, our loves
And though the days keep passing I have found
I’m like a broken record skipping ‘round
singing I’d take all I’ve ever built
and burn it to the ground
just to give one thing to you, my love.
Oh what I’d give
what I’d give
what I’d give
I’d give anything for you.
I’d give anything for you
I’d give anything for you my love, for
you
my
love
I’d give my eyes and won’t see. I’d give my mouth, won’t speak, give my heart it won’t beat just to have you. And everything I own, and everything I’ve grown, everything I know. What I’d give! I’d give my eyes and won’t see. I’d give my mouth, won’t speak, give my heart it won’t beat just to have you. And everything I own, and everything I’ve grown, everything I know. What I’d give!
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4. |
Ease Back
04:29
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Ease Back
I’m tired, oh I’m tired
but I’ve got to get up and do it, got to get up and do it.
My thirst, so dry
but I’ve got to get up and do it, got to get up and do it.
No matter how thirsty, people they need me, people they need me.
My cure, oh my cure
slows me down a little, drags me out a little.
My friends (so called)
tell me not to take it, tell me not to take it.
No matter how thirsty, they say they need me to react quickly
So I give myself away for them to take,
give myself away for them to take right over.
Take my trouble, put it on your plate.
I just give myself away for them to take, take, take,
’Til I’m g o n e.
My fate? What’s that anyway?
When every day’s the same and everything’s the same?
My friends (so called)
say that time’s a changin’ and I’m a changin’.
No matter how thirsty, they’ve got something for me,
heard I’m not busy.
So I give myself away for them to take,
give myself away for them to take right over.
Take my trouble, put it on your plate.
I just give myself away for them to take, take, take,
’til I’m g o n e
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5. |
Small Talk
04:41
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Small Talk
See that woman like a work of art,
taking names and breaking hearts,
but you don’t know what you don’t know:
Stolen kisses and big white lies,
scenes that she don’t recognize,
and what’s buried in the snow
is not what you see on the socials.
See that woman? Well she
had three babies and she’s got three kids,
it’s not as simple as you think it is.
You don’t know what you don’t know.
Ask her why they’re far apart,
she could tell you and break your heart.
But, she’ll probably just let it go
(like she’ll do again and she’s done before)
‘cause our bodies are not small talk
and our losses are not chat.
Louder for the people in the back
who want to ask her at the checkout:
“Where’s you baby? Where’s your man?
Tell me all your future plans!
Don’t be sitting on your hands,
when you know that time’s a tickin’!
Aren’t you wishing you could
Settle down (settle down, settle)
Settle down, (settle down, settle)
Settle down, settle? Rest your weary bones!
Settle down (settle down, settle)
Settle down, (settle down, settle)
Settle down, settle? Keep up with the Jones’!”
See that woman up on that stage
wonderin’ why she’s disengaged
and you don’t know what you don’t know.
Why do you need to know that?
How she’s suffered, or what she’s lost?
Missed the warning, paid the cost,
if she goes on with the show?
Snap one more for the socials
and make her body small talk
and just make her loss your chat
louder for the people in the back
who want to ask her on the way out:
“Where’s you baby? Where’s your man?
Tell me all your future plans!
Don’t go sitting on your hands,
when you know that time’s a tickin’!
Aren’t you wishing you could
Settle down (settle down, settle)
Settle down, (settle down, settle)
Settle down, settle? Rest your weary bones?
Settle down (settle down, settle)
Settle down, (settle down, settle)
Settle down, settle? Keep up with the Jones’?”
I can hear you talkin’ talkin’,
I can hear you talkin’ talkin’,
I can hear you talkin’ talkin’,
I can hear you talkin’ talkin’.
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6. |
Not Today
03:08
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Not Today
I wish I had some way to tell you how sorry
your heart has made me, for all I don’t do,
and I wish I had some way to turn back the clocks
and I’d turn them back, and turn ‘round for you.
I wish I had somewhere to go when I feel you
to be near to you, like warm summer sand,
but all I can remember from that warm September
is the time that you lay cold in my hands.
I wish I was smarter, I wish I was braver
I wish I could quietly exit like you but
I’m needed, I’m wanted, though forever
haunted—
I’ve too many things left to do, so
my dear
I just can’t
come to you
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7. |
Our Home
04:49
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Our Home
White daisy petals, pull ‘em one by one.
She loves me not, she loves me not.
Three shiny quarters, for a wishing well,
Is all for naught, she loves me not.
now we’re living, where love didn’t save us at all, our home
where love didn’t save us at all, our home
our home
White picket fences, firewood in the shed.
I’ll stay in bed, I”ll stay in bed.
Some days I’m dying, or worse than dead,
I’ll live instead, I’ll stay in bed.
now we’re living, where love didn’t save us at all, our home
where love didn’t save us at all, our home
our home
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8. |
Sci Fi and Sad Songs
04:01
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Sci Fi and Sad Songs
I’ve got so much to tell you though it might just be a waste,
like sowing in desert sand and praying for the rain,
or writing on guitar when you haven’t learned to play.
That’s how I want you, my bear.
There’s a ray of sun out this morning, a gentle summer breeze,
a bird that learned how to fly on broken wings.
Poets always write about the beauty in these things,
but I just write about you, my bear.
Been gone so long, that I can’t tell where we belong.
In sci fi, or sad songs (that just go on and on and on)?
I know you can’t see me so I just won’t be around.
I know you can’t hear me so I’ll have to write it down.
I can’t be on your cloud so I’ll be right here on the ground,
and turn it into sound, my bear.
But is that the end to the story? Is the outcome guaranteed?
Do the rich ones get a do-over? Does someone have a time machine?
Or choose your adventure, just go back to 33,
where there’s a you and me, my bear?
Been gone so long, that I can’t tell where we belong.
In sci fi, or sad songs (that just go on and on and on)?
Though I long for you I like to think there’s other worlds as well,
And one where you might know the thought of me
or touch or sound or smell, and there, well...
Like a choir sings hallelujah, or a lightbulb turning on,
you’d know the way you left me was a sad song.
You’d find my arms open and know that’s where you belong,
‘cause we were meant to be, my bear
Been gone so long, that I can’t tell where we belong.
In sci fi, or sad songs (that just go on and on and on)?
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9. |
Ok Ok Ok
05:06
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Ok Ok Ok
Sad girls, don’t go to the party.
Sad girls, don’t get that call.
Stay home, do nothing at all.
Sad girls, can’t break that ceiling.
Ain’t no ladder on that wall.
Stay home, and do nothing at all.
Those sad girls,
can’t weather the weather with its highs and lows.
I’m not like that,
my heart is mended and that’s how my story goes.
I found a way to get through my day through my day:
I tell ‘em all I’m ok, I’m ok.
Don’t want to hear it anyway no matter what they say.
So I tell ‘em all I’m ok,
I’m ok.
I’m ok!
Sad girls don’t look too pretty,
gonna get real fat.
Stay home, talk to the cat. (ha!)
Sad girls, on a floor made of eggshells,
how we gonna work like that?
Stay home, talk to the cat.
And those sad girls,
got blue tinted glasses, only seeing lows.
I’m not like that,
I roll with the punches, and that’s how my story goes.
I found a way to get through my day through my day:
I tell ‘em all I’m ok, I’m ok.
Don’t want to hear it anyway no matter what they say.
So I tell ‘em all I’m ok,
I’m ok.
I’m ok!
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10. |
A Boat On The Ocean
04:29
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A Boat on the Ocean
For Joan and Justin Frampton
They said you’re bad news but I don’t believe it.
They told me to shield my heart from you,
but I laid it out for you to to see, it’s in my words, and on my sleeve,
and it makes no difference if you’re pink or blue.
The way I see you is like a boat on the ocean,
sailing away and out of view.
But someday I might learn to row, board that dory, leave my home,
and sail into the sunset, right to you.
‘Cause my heart (my heart) knows what’s done is done,
and you just had to run, but I’ll be there, in time, in time.
My head (my head) knows where I’ve been,
I’m sorry for my sins, and I’ll be there, in time, in time, my love.
Nobody knows what’s beyond that horizon.
(though many “wise” men say they do)
Whether it’s a house upon the clouds,
or sleeping soundly, underground,
or waking up again as someone new.
I never did try to hurt anybody.
I’ve been minding all my Ps and Qs.
I’ll cross my T’s dot my I’s, pay my dues, tell no lies,
and hope that someday I’ll be right there too.
‘Cause my heart (my heart) knows what’s done is done,
and you just had to run but I’ll be there, in time, in time.
My head (my head) knows, where I’ve been,
I’m sorry for my sins and I’ll be there, in time, in time, my love.
We’re just here
for now, blind
to what comes
after
fumbling
through somehow.
‘Cause my heart
(my heart)
knows
what’s done
is done. You
just had to run
but I’ll be there in time,
in time,
My head (my head) knows,
where I’ve been,I’m sorry for my sins
and I’ll be there, in time, in time,
in time, in time,
in time, my love.
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11. |
These Things
05:53
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These Things
They say these things just happen,
they said “nothing could be done”, and they said
“It’s not your mistake, it’s not your mistake, it’s not your mistake.”
He says, “my dear it’s not all on you”,
he says, “just give it some time” and he says
“We all carry the weight, it’s not your mistake, it’s not your mistake.”
But though I’ve carried it alone
and though I’ve many miles to go
I’ve been shown, and I know:
Those who we’ve lost, they’re still around,
not up on a shelf or buried in the ground,
not drifting at sea, or lost in the wood,
they’re here all around us for good.
They said “We’ll be right there for you.”
They said “Ring the bell day or night!” and they said
“We can call every day, but what do we say? What do we say?”
He says, “I know it’s ongoing”
He says, “I died with her too” and he says
“I’m right there with you, I’m right there with you, I’m right here with you.”
Though I’ve carried it alone
and though I’ve many years to go
I’ve been shown and I know
Those who we’ve lost, they’re still around,
not up on a shelf or buried in the ground,
not drifting at sea, or lost in the wood,
they’re here all around us for good.
So I’ll pack up the playthings and I’ll keep the clothes.
I’ll frame the sad pictures, ten fingers, ten toes.
I wish I could hold her, but empty’s her bed.
She lives all around me instead.
They say these things just happen
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Hartery Music House St. John'S, Newfoundland and Labrador
Natasha Blackwood is a songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, arranger and music educator in St. John's, NL.
Here you'll find her debut album, Ease Back, as well as the RPM Albums she recorded with her students.
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