For Roger Ruffcorn
http://nativetexas.com/_roger/
say that you will
Say, say that you will.
Say, say that you will.
Somewhere in the night
some girl with your eyes.
Someone wants your love
some one wants mine.
You say that you want.
Then, you say that you won't.
Someday you'll say that you will.
Some way you'll say that you will. You will.
Some say that you might, some say that you will.
They swear in the light, they say you're a thrill.
Go on and hide if you like.
I always loved it when you did.
But when you step back in the light
the masquerade continues.
Say, say that you will.
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let you leave
Hear you're busy, honey,
no time for me.
I know I'm in your heart,
that's not nearly close enough.
Left to roam these streets
like a sheep killing dog.
If I knew how bad
I'd miss her love,
I'd never let her leave us.
Leonard, he's a Cajun,
and Fromholz's guitar.
These things will never change.
Like the miles to where you are,
no place to go, even by bus.
If I knew how bad
I'd miss her love,
I'd never let her leave us.
Strong, sweet coffee,
then I gotta work for smiles.
My friends are all those
fast types from Houston.
Powered down hurricane town,
no place to be without lovers you trust.
If I knew how bad
I'd miss her love,
I'd never let her leave us.
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folk song
This country is a cartoon of degrading violence
overrun by predators with letterheads.
Traffic in betrayal crowd the freeway ramps
cardboard signs and sacred cows are left to rot.
Mindless speculation, investment double-cross,
a naked French masseuse they keep to get them off.
Automatic pistols like leaves on trees,
a paradise of mobile phones in vigilante rationale.
No doubt you will decern
the cut in my tone...
and that lustrous glitter
which brought smallpox to the New World.
Down in the birthing wards another bleak rendition,
a suicidal ballad among the billions.
CD drives make 'em stars of skin flicks up on liquid screens,
so, if you think you're going to come perhaps it's time to quit.
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the other side
Do you get my message from the other side?
None of us will ever leave, not even light.
The lucky ones, they'll never know how they got here.
The worst of us will never know where "here" is.
Echo of my message from the other side
is fading like a photograph as I write.
Hard as I try do I get through,
hard as I try?
I just want to be with you.
If you get this message from the other side
then our worlds have collided yet another time.
All I really want to say to you
is that I love you.
What I want to hear you say
is that you love me, too.
I love you. C'mon, say it.
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queen street
First light and he draws the shades,
surrey pulling down the lane.
Clip, clop, clip, clopping cobbles
echo 'cross the alleyway.
The pastor strolls beneath the arches,
orchids overgrow window boxes.
Tick, tock, tick, tocking clockworks
in the steeple as it rains.
Cream colored walls, a creaking fan,
table settings for no one.
Photos scattered about an ashtray,
a little dog, a gentle hand.
Granite floors and window stalls,
daybreak plays upon a painting.
And though the strokes are like Gaugin,
the sands are by a different...ocean.
The bird alights the flower tree,
and caws a caw that calls to him.
Curving neck and graceful beak
yet, as she speaks,
she's gone again.
Shadows move, but nothing changes,
like the painting of the sea.
Sunlight shallows into the depths
on Queen Street.
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game of chances
Neon glowing, some carnival midway.
Following shapes and faces
time stood... still.
So in love he wants her,
arrow struck beside her,
here at the game of chances
deep in your heart.
Angus, the singing strongman
shoulders a three headed cow.
Colored balloons dance like her
up in the air.
Figures of screen fatimas,
alone in the tunnel of love.
Drawing to inside straights
deep in your heart.
Off in her eyes in a total dream.
The wizard of odds
courts the carnival girl.
Silhouettes on a cane porch swing.
"Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas,
little buddy, anymore."
Shift changes six a.m.,
daybreak all over again.
Anyone sees that fox tell her
don't let me down.
Galley help filing in,
sailboat shop flags in the wind.
Adrift on the asphalt car lot
deep in your heart.
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sundown in her eyes
Down on his luck
like everyone at this border crossing.
Moonstruck by night
by some senorita.
Venture by day
deep into the badlands,
making his way
the best he can.
Pressing their luck
like everyone at this border crossing.
Thirsting, craving,
gaming cards.
An old gringo strums
a flattop box guitar.
She likes what's left
of this simple guy.
The sun is almost gone.
Evening's falling cool and dry.
Dry as her smile, boys,
with sundown in her eyes.
Cursing their luck
like everyone on the border.
Desperation with a little dust.
Out in the desert
cactus covered
scrub brush lands
live on the longing
because they must.
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local charm
Miles and miles of twisted trash,
railroad tracks in all directions.
Whining 'dozers climb like ants
in holes they can't get out of.
Above the filth so wide and deep
pyrites spire before the sun.
Where water taps as clear as glass
before it gets to here.
Is it hot enough for ya, yet?
Ulcered fishes, stunted plants,
landscapes that defy description.
Tetrapods by the road
you won't find in the zoo.
Wafting mists of caustic acids
searing lungs and eyes exposed.
Caked in mud, worn like skin,
there's no place quite like home.
Is it hot enough for ya, yet?
Clorofluoro
cardemise,
every moment less and less.
A forest where it never rains,
rain you won't get out of.
Make the move, pay the price,
fix the mess at any cost
or, turn the blue ball rocky brown,
the planet into dust.
Is it hot enough for ya, yet?
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slowly
Living on whites and pale moonlight
waiting for the second show.
If it wasn't for dreams I wouldn't even be here.
Believe me babe I'm a lover of the beat here.
It's good to know I have you to lean on.
To the rhythm of the highs and lows
another woman left me that's the way it goes.
It's in everything I read. Most of what I sing.
Crater at the hall, it wouldn't mean a thing.
You shook me like a storm and turned into my rainbow.
Slowly goes the motion,
when you rock me and it seems
there's no more slowly motion
than the one you bring, let the telephone ring,
come and roll me slow.
Between the country and the rock and roll,
there's a place I must go. It's a tough row to hoe,
it's blistering cold, the lights go low
and a story gets told, your eyes close slowly
telling me you understand.
The fire inside that won't grow cold smolders so.
All the same,
as if it could be changed, meet you in the rain,
wash away the strain, wait for the clouds
to part to see my rainbow
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tokyo
--bruce cockburn
They're getting prepared to haul a car out of the river.
Noise and smoke and concrete seem to be going on forever.
Grinding gears and drivers getting high on exhaust
thinking about the
water down below and what got lost.
Pachinko jingle and space torpedo beams,
comic book violence, escaping steam.
Gray suited businessmen pissing against a wall.
After crumbling guard rail, slow motion, car falls.
Oh, Tokyo. I never can sleep in your arms.
My mind keeps on ringing like a fire alarm.
Me and all these other dice bouncing around in the cup.
Did you have to show me that accident scene?
Didn't I get enough shaking up...
still I'm going to miss you.
The dragon of good fortune struggles with the trickster fox.
Energy, impatience, the power of the buck.
Tonight I'll fly headlong into the dark red edge of dawn.
Somebody will be crying, somebody will be gone.
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two lane blacktop
--david rodriguez
Lyrics removed upon request
of the Harry Fox Agency.
Live In Texas
Recorded at Texas Nights North house concert in Dallas, Tx., 5.11.01
Mixed and mastered in Nashville, Tn.
CHRIS EIFFERT - engineering
ELIJAH SHAW - engineering, mixing, mastering
Live In Texas Musicians
Vince Bell - Vince Bell model Pawless mesquite dreadnoght guitar, vocals
CAM KING - electric guitars
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say that you will
© Vince Bell,
TVB Publishing, Bug Music Inc.,
Black Coffee Music
let you leave
© Vince Bell, (Written in 1989)
TVP Publishing, Bug Music Inc.
folk song
© Vince Bell, (Written in 1993)
TVB Publishing
the other side
© Vince Bell, 2001
TVB Publishing
queen street
© Vince Bell, (Written in 1990)
TVB Publishing, Bug Music Inc.
game of chances
© Vince Bell, (Written in 1989)
TVB Publishing, Bug Music Inc.
sundown in her eyes
© Vince Bell, (Written in 1992)
TVB Publishing
local charm
© Vince Bell, (Written in 1989)
TVB Publishing, Bug Music Inc.
slowly
© Vince Bell,
VB Publishing, Bug Music Inc., Black Coffee Music
tokyo
© Bruce Cockburn
twolane blacktop
© David Rodriguez
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This "live" CD was made possible by contributions from Lana Bell, W. T. Bell, Bart Borkosky, Susan Cane, Deborah Colton, Robin Eaton, Lloyd Greene, Butch Donnelly and Linda DeMarse at Harpeth Valley Utilities, Hervé Oudet, Steve Robertson, Mike Smeets, Bedonna Wakeman, Tom White, Cate & Gordon Whittingdon, David Byboth, and Vince Pawless.
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