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its merry path
04:09
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Its Merry Path (Joe Woodard)
A simple song will get from here to there
Anywhere you tell it to
A song lives in a stretch of time
It always knows beginnings from the endings
On its merry path, a feeling fit to last, oh, oh
It never yields to bullies but it might crack under pressure
Tell you no one's home
Once it lives in someone's ear
It's gonna live forever if it lives a day
Other things in life are free
Until you read the fine print
Someone owns the rights to ecstasy
Songs will come and go, they seize your mind
Just as if they owned the joint
On its merry path, a feeling fit to last, oh, oh
A simple song walks tall in simple clothes
Like some pacifistic matador
Promising a bright tomorrow, that's easy for a song to say
It knows the score
copyright Joe Woodard 2002
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lots of time
04:25
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Lots of Time (Joe.Woodard)
You'll have lots of time to think about things in prison
Three meals a day and an endless supply of time to kill
No fashion options to trigger that old indecision
A shave and a shower, the closet you'll come to getting clean
You'll have lots of time to think when there's no one around you
When no one derails you, assails you, or gets on your
train of thought
You're carving an arc in the space that surrounds you, protection
But a boy in a bubble has trouble in facing the outside world
Going home, lost your way, taking time to reflect on the
Cruelty of time
Freedom is only a series of phone calls away
It's only a matter of taking a seat on a northbound train
You'll have lots of time to think about things in that winter
It's colder up there and the time seems to freeze
If you want it to
Going home, lost your way, taking time to reflect on the
Cruelty of time
Drifting off to no place like home
All the time in the world won't cover the cost
copyright, by Joe Woodard, 2002
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between
03:50
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Between (Joe Woodard)
Comes a day when you can finally say
The words so feared in younger days, hungry days
Nothing lost and nothing gained by time
Spent in idle reverie, somewhere between
Missing persons missing passions where
The strangers meet in stranger squares to get some air
There's a world just waiting, bated breath
Is filling all the banks of dreams in between
Come and see me anytime, my friend
I need you when I least expect to need someone
Filling hours full of stuff I never thought I'd want
To know about, I'll live without
copyright, by Joe Woodard, 2002
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anthony robbins
03:35
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Anthony Robbins (Joe Woodard)
Anthony Robbins, come save my life
It's later than late, I'm bluer than blue
You're talking too fast, I don't understand you
My personal power leaves much to be desired
Where did you get all those teeth and that hair?
You're cleaner than clean, a new kind of sheen
The picture of sunshine in the dead of the night
We are all eyes and ears as we chew on life's fears
Call him Tony, but call tonight
Have your number at your side
Anthony Robbins, a human machine
That cranks out high hopes like sausages, lean
We vulnerable victims, insomniacs al
Are tied to a tube, prepared for a fall
That old indecision is gripping a world
That's up past its bedtime, unclothed and unfurled
But Anthony Robbins is dressed for the kill
Or the late-night occasion where hearts tend to spill
copyright, Joe Woodard, 2002
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grown men cry
03:59
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Grown Men Cry (Joe Woodard)
Grown men cry like little babies
When no one's looking, they swim in a pool of tears
They mind their manners through business hours
Share a laugh or two, bandaids for wounds from the years
I can't see the forest for the tears we're shedding
It's just like salty water from a soul that's sweating
They hide their kerchiefs and
Pucker up with the best of 'em
Eyeballs like rain clouds on ice
I once knew a man, half gone crazy
He was standing tall
Right before he took the fall
Grown men cry in back rooms and back seats
Don't ask why, they'll tell you that they'd rather die
Rivers flow, maybe not in the open
Don't underestimate sadness before it explodes
Copyright, Joe Woodard, 2002
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the strangest thing
03:40
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The Strangest Thing (Joe Woodard)
The strangest thing about it is the way I keep on
Keeping you around up there
As if there weren't dark clouds enough
I can't quite remember if you told me "see you later"
Or "I'll see ya' soon"
The words came tumbling out too fast
Bittersweet inventions, half-relieved and half-insane
Blurry streets will get you, it's the strangest thing
You might have been a painter, if your life had gone another way
I'm sure of that, the blending of the colors
I see you as a figure, so idealized on canvas made of
Flesh and blood, yet you're an apparition
Bittersweet inventions on the street and on the brain
Memories meet and vaporize, it's the strangest thing
I'm borrowing the notion for a song from someone else I
Listened to last night, the rhythm got me thinking of you
I should go away and let us live our own lives,
That's the course of good and right, but stranger voices pester me
copyright, Joe Woodard, 2002
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drinking in earnest
04:50
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Drinking in Earnest (Joe Woodard)
I've started the drinking in earnest, earlier than I had planned
But when you wake up at the crack of noon
It's never too late or too soon
I've started the brooding at midday, mixed in with true happiness
Riding the waves of a moody persuasion
No time for fooling myself
I can see the virtues of a virtuous life
I concede, there's got to be a much smoother way
To get through the day
I'm moping my way through a city, sucked into pockets of joy
I think about love and I think about thinking about
Things that come between drinking
The thing about gazing at navels, it's a luxury we can afford
You can live in your mind, you can sing songs about it
No one can touch you
copyright, Joe Woodard, 2002
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the having known
05:28
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The Having Known (Joe Woodard)
I have known the taste of happiness
That menu of emotions
It's the having known that pulls you in the end
I have known the special ache of hearts
That aren't where they belong
It's the having known that pulls you in the deep end
Oh yeah, oh no, oh I told you so
I have planted roots intending to look after all the flowers
It's the having had that gets you wanting more
I have sent out feelers in the night, shameless as a prowler
It's the having sinned that leads you to deliverance
Oh yeah, oh no, oh I told you so
I have known the faintest taste of bliss, like most everyone
It's the having known that keeps us on the spin
I'm imagining a finish line where winners always grin
It's the having dreamed that sucks your soul right in
Oh yeah, oh no, oh I told you so
copyright, Joe Woodard, 2002
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News Flash: The Toronto Blues Society (Joe Woodard)
Lovesick types are mingling down Queen St. in the
Middle of the night
Sloshing through a trail of tears, drowning in private
All those buildings, older than the hills that made the
Shadows on our youth
Pasty faces, sunken eyes, zombies on the town
It's a news flash from the Great White North
I'm not coming back home to you
I'm feeling far too out-of-sorts
To be coming back home to you
Morning comes, the dens of pleasure creep in quiet
Sleep is in the eye, the old collective eye
From the hotel window there's a view of Lake Ontario
And the tallest structure in the world, the outside world
Ain't goin' anywhere
A world away, a moody tourist licking all his
Self-inflicted wounds
Taking in self-guided tours, on streets still caked with decadence
The sun is low now, it's another night of sultry blue notes
Tickling the ear
The Sky Dome's like some UFO coming down to fetch me
copyright, Joe Woodard, 2002
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the seven-year itch
05:08
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The Seven-Year Itch (Joe Woodard)
Oh, the 7-year itch is like some waltz gone bad
What started so friendly has melted to sadness like butter
There's a contract in danger, a white flag that's ready for waving
When one says "I do," they later say "is this worth saving?"
Time takes its toll, you know
It's tested and proven
Through ages of warbling hearts
Strangled by question marks
Some dog-eared old calendar caked with remorse
A box of old memories, the good and the bad fight the ugly
Some cracked crystal ball has your name on its base
You can't tell the future to put on ice all twists of fate
When you're halfway to Heaven, you're halfway from hell
We circulate good words like cold packs on man-sized abrasions
There's a light of deliverance I'm longing to get to
But this 7-year itch is just fogging my best of intentions
copyright, Joe Woodard, 2002
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otherwise
04:02
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Otherwise (Joe Woodard)
I think I love you, but otherwise I feel just fine
This funny feeling colors my days in curious ways
I think you love me, but I've been know to be all wrong
My foolish heartache has gone on too long
It's too hard to shake
I'm singing some sad old tunes
Otherwise known as love songs
There's something pressing on the spot where dreams begin
Things need addressing before they explode or hit the old road
Miscalculations are part and parcel of the tale
That has no ending
You know how it starts, you live for the good parts
I'm singing these boozy blues
Otherwise known as love songs
copyright, Joe Woodard, 2002
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the beauty of caving in
04:30
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The Beauty of Caving In (Joe Woodard)
The beauty of caving in is finding a new frame of mind
You can call your own
And the duties of caving in require a look in a mirror
Made of blood and bone
A fork in a road full of forks
A time for all things short of passion and graceful abandon
The beauty is dark and it's cold, you just have to laugh
Like a madman in tattered clothes
I'm hearing the beat of some drum off in a distance
That keeps changing directions
The beauty of caving in is finding a new way
To put it together again
copyright, Joe Woodard, 2002
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sweet pain
03:42
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Sweet Pain (Joe Woodard)
When hard rains start falling, you're caught unprepared
From head to toe, you're drenched to the bone
Cupid starts calling, he doesn't leave a number
You're all alone and stuck with desire
Chorus:
There's a sweet pain in thinking about you
Knowing you'll never be mine
It's a sweet pain in living without you
Plucking a ripe fantasy
Wishes come cheap, it's a natural thing
To want what's forbidden, and take what you get
Playing for keeps wasn't part of the plan
One becomes smitten by popular demand
Bridge:
My mind's too all about you, what can I do, what can I do?
If I'm just stuck here with you
I'll just have to learn to love the misery
copyright, Joe Woodard, 2002
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the birthday
04:13
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The Birthday (Ala Magritte) (Joe Woodard)
There's a room with a view of a body of water
And a boulder as big as your mind
You don't know how it got there, but it doesn't seem to want to budge
And you'd like to walk around, or maybe even dance
A birthday only comes but once a year
But you're showing your age, like a swollen condition of time
Some famous guy who painted dreams in Belgium
Touches some guy from Southern California
There's a room with no room for a chair, let alone
All the things you are thinking today
In '58, a baby's born, the next year, a painting is formed
Three decades later and thenseome, a meeting's arranged
And just in time
As fate would have it, a date in Toronto is made
35 years is a drop in the bucket of Time with a capital T
So kick me when I lapse into sentimentality
There's a fine art to learning to live with a boulder
Obstructing your room with a view
But boulders have feelings, too, they can be so beautiful, too
copyright, Joe Woodard, 2002
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The Unbearable Art of Travelling Light (Joe Woodard)
The unbearable art of travelling light
Stripping down to just the things
You really need
The most difficult part
Is trying to get started
Leaving baggage left and right
Without a leash
Breed the unmentioned deed
Before it's too late
They'll come and get a grip on you
And seize your mind
When you're that much closer to flight
You're heeding a call
Born to travel after all
It's understood
The unbearable art of travelling light
Stripping down to all the things
You really are
copyright, Joe Woodard, 2002
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Joe Woodard Santa Barbara, California
Guitarist-songwriter-sort-of-singer Joe Woodard, who has traversed multiple byways of a blurry musical personality, comes home... or at least one home, as a self-described "faux folky." between working with groups Headless Household, flapping, Flapping, Dudley, Ballroom, and other projects, Legendary Santa Barbaran producer Robinson Eikenberry did the primary steering and spurring it into being. ... more
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