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Falling in with the Out Crowd Joe Woodard
I've just fallen in with the out crowd, still falling in, falling in
Got caught up in rage, it was pulling me down
Like insomnia in some strange town
There's a comfort in grim understanding
The ins and outs, the sins and doubts
When your circle of friends starts to growing
You might start to feel giddy or dizzy
chorus:
I bumped into you in the nick of time
Salvation through corruption of the old point of view
I followed you, falling right in with the out crowd
I found myself lost in a daydream
Where nothing is real, you took me down
You grabbed hold of my hand, as if you were saving a drowning man
You get flung into orbits of people connected by affection's ties
And the news from the outside is filtered through
Secret decoders, down-loaders
bridge:
Out of mind is right in line, with where I'm thinking we belong
Out of sight means nothing's wrong
I'm counting on slipping right out of the stream where the people who
fell find their own
copyright 2021, words and music by Joe Woodard
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Freedom in Kentfield
04:46
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Freedom in Kentfield Joe Woodard
We came to this world, in a box sent from Somewhere
We gorged on a diet of weeds ‘n’ such
We formed a girls’ club, occasional squabbles don’t ruffle our feathers too much
We came to this room when we were much smaller
Pecked at the ground and warmed by the pile
We knew we were loved, by a strange looming (chicken?) tender, of signature voices and smiles
chorus:
Well, goodbye to the nest, good hello to the open field, to
Freedom in Kentfield, freedom in Kentfield
More still to come, there’ll be more in Marin
Freedom in Kentfield for now
We’re feeders of food chains, feeders of love
We’re feeders, our kinfolk are breeders
We don’t yet relate to the fate of our future
We do what we do, no more grandiose a plan
chorus
(instrumental interlude)
chorus:
Well, goodbye to the nest, good hello to the open field, to
Freedom in Kentfield, freedom in Kentfield
More still to come, there’ll be more in Marin
Freedom in Kentfield for now
Freedom in Kentfield, freedom in Kentfield
More still to come, there’ll be more in Marin
Freedom in Kentfield for now
(copyright Joe Woodard, 2021)
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A Season of Things
03:30
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A Season of Things Joe Woodard
In a season of things
The taste of salvation, the sadness machine
I don’t know what I want
But I know with things, I can start coming clean
Bring ‘em on, bring ‘em on
There’s a reason for things
Like numbers and trees in logical lines
If it all falls apart
Blame it on things, undone undivine
Bring ‘em on, bring ‘em on
It’s a seasonal thing
Counting on fingers and sensitive toes
If all things must pass
All things are equal, smell like a fading rose
Cast ‘em off, bring ‘em on
copyright 2021, words/music by Joe Woodard
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"Anti-Gravity (slight advance)"
"...pu dnats t'nac I"
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Anti-Gravity
04:18
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Anti-Gravity Joe Woodard
We're hanging upside down again
Trying to get some blood to where the thoughts begin
It's business as unusual
Someone's giving orders, but there is no plan
chorus:
I can't stand up under these conditions of confusion
Half the time I don't know my way up from down
Below the ground
We're basking in the scenery
Like vapor trails of happiness, we're in a mist
All our meanest finery
Can't put a dent in semi-mental irony
We've been down all these roads before
We sung about the white lines on the free, freeway
Each place is like a note in time
Harmony in life in circularity
bridge:
I'm slipping in and out of knowing
Where the in and out are going
Hold my hand, if you can find it
Relying on my memory
I'm stumbling and stammering
I'd hold my head, if I could find it
copyright 2021, words/music by Joe Woodard
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6. |
Thanks for Asking
02:34
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High as a Kite
06:22
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High As a Kite Joe Woodard
Well, you're high as a kite, with an aerial view of the clouds
And a front row seat at the spectacle of some ecstatic feeling
Your feet are not touching the ground
'Cause the ground is no matter
I'm groveling around here to find out the
Key to your heart
High and higher we aspire
Wild fire licks at the soul once too often
Well, you're fresh as a thought that comes spilling out
When you awaken
Before the world has had a chance to leave it bruised and battered
I'm looking at you looking off in some enchanted distance
Hungry for a contact high, hungry for that feeling
You're high as a kite, you're making a pact with the wind
Mileage on a gentle breeze, you're sailing ever homeward
And I'm scanning the sky for a glimpse of the blur that is you
Groping for an opening, so I can be high, too
copyright 2021, words/music by Joe Woodard
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8. |
Burning Bridges
04:15
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Burning Bridges Joe Woodard
Once more we're taking to the road, burning bridges as we go
Under threat of darkening skies
We stay alive together, like we always have before
We're placing faith in little things
And feeling safe inside this ring
Of true affection, genuine tenderness
Like a fire burning in the deadest night
chorus
Burning bridges with no fear, leaving wreckage to the rear
We've made mistakes but no one said the story ends right here
Life is a pretty, fragile gem
You want to taste its beauty now until the end
And when time is flashing its evil grin
You want so bad, you let the strangest feelings in
Still there's the sacred voice of love
Some wordless voice from up above
That, once you hear, you'll spend your life with bended ear
Your recollections keeping you afloat
chorus
Burning bridges as we go, we leave no traces that can show
The world won't always welcome lovers, so it goes and goes
last chorus
Burning bridges with no fear, leaving wreckage to the rear
We've made mistakes but no one said the story ends right here
Burning bridges as we go, we leave no traces that can show
The world won't always welcome lovers, so it goes and goes
copyright 2021, words/music by Joe Woodard
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9. |
Love Slips
03:36
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Love Slips Joe Woodard
Love slips in the side door like a rogue
Scuffling through a kitchen in the oven goes a humble pie
Makes its way to where the bed is lying there in wait
Slipping in and out of doors along the way
Sound of clinking ice on glass intended to pave the way
Smell of clouds of essence of desires
copyright 2021, words/music by Joe Woodard
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Amorous Grace
05:08
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Amorous Grace Joe Woodard
Oh, amorous grace, how sweet the smell
Immortal game of show and tell
You can almost taste the rhythm of love
So chaste until it comes down to
Amorous grace, it's in the air
Here as we speak, it's on a spree
Saving old wretches like you and me
The amazing part is finding a cowering heart
Just waiting to spring
With your defenses down around your knees
I once was so lost, now nothing's changed
I wriggled right out of heaven's range
It was grace or at least that lovely idea
That kept me braced for a panacea
At some point, the waiting becomes the end
Oh, amorous grace, you desperate thing
All dressed up in lace to hide your sting
In a pool of bliss, the suction of heat from
One kiss can lead to the fine line between
The fast life of abandon and the slow death from drowning
The blind lead the blind into blinding alleys
Where lovers recover from wine and dalliance
You could claim insanity, what an excuse
The vanity clause is closer to truth
A sensual obsession, that's life, that's all
The morals of stories are slippery beasts
They can strike like a snake or set like a feast
You can always count on stories and friends
The fountain of love has no end
Oh, amorous grace, how sweet the scent
Oh, amorous grace, how sweet the sting
copyright 2021, words/music by Joe Woodard
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11. |
Look Back in Laughter
03:30
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Look Back in Laughter Joe Woodard
Look back in laughter
It's only the changing tide that you've been
Wading through, fading into sky
Here ever after, the sentiment's bathed in tears
Will turn to graceful grins to soothe the beast within
It's better to simmer
Than rattle the cages of doom until you're
Blue from rage, the world's a lonely stage
The losers and winners
Will be counting up points until they feel victorious
On scoreboards caked in dust
There was a snickering fool at the gate where
Memory served up platters of fate and laughing chance
We'll shrug off these matters of life and death and
Broken romance
Look back in laughter, it's only a fairytale in real time
Where's the harm, where's the lucky charm?
Try to remember, forget all the darkest parts
And find the wherewithal to feel without the pain
copyright 2021, words/music by Joe Woodard
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12. |
Part Sigmund
01:23
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Part Sigmund (Holly Mackay/Joe Woodard)
Part Sigmund and the sea monster
Part Rodin’s Gates of Hell
Finds meerkat habitat, and
Plays a dirty tune to
Dance from the inside out
copyright 2021, words by Holly Mackay, music by Joe Woodard
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13. |
Pleasant Valley Monday
04:37
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Pleasant Valley Monday Joe Woodard
The phone was ringing in an empty house
The bossman was a madman on the line
But no one's there, it's you new condition
Now you've taken leave of your old position
chorus:
Another Pleasant Valley Monday
We might just spend the day in bed
We might just spend some time in town, if we can find it
The work week is a state of mind we're out of
I've half a mind to lose my mind
So we can find some piece of time
To lose the trail of what's for sale
And what to do--they're tellin' you
bridge:
You came to me and said "I've got to blow this joint"
I said "which way?" you pointed north
"To where the Monkees sing of and the money grows on trees"
The phone is ringing in an empty house
Or so we are imagining
copyright 2021, words/music by Joe Woodard
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Enough About Me
02:39
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Enough About Me Joe Woodard
Enough about me, I’m intrigued by the novel idea of becoming invisible
The funny thing about egos, they thrash and they squirm
Like an animal chasing a wagging tail
Enough about all of my far-fetched ideas
That come from a place of renown
Let’s touch upon happier subjects
For instance, the weather
Enough of this fretting about petty
Crimes of the heart, who has time for such trivia?
If you take things too seriously, things might take you along
On the road to oblivion
Let’s talk about you and the things that you do
We’ve gazed in my mirror far too long
The flows interrupted, we’re standing corrected
Caught crooning some Carpenter’s song
Enough is enough, I’ve got to
Escape from myself
And if you don’t mind, I’ll fall into
Your state of mind for awhile
copyright 2021, words/music by Joe Woodard
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15. |
The Other Night
03:20
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The Other Night Joe Woodard
The other night I dreamt that I was heading up to heaven
It was all guitars and motel rooms and
Ladies with names I couldn't pronounce
Another night I felt a fever coming on instead it turned
Into a face of someone that I used to know before
I lost my existential compass
Can you tell me please, can you tell me please
Where was I the other night?
A fuller moon could scarcely be invented by a poet
Who is blinded by the sense that what he's saying isn't real
It's just a dance from A to Z
One night feels like the spacing between one day and the next
And yet the other night I thought I found myself between the
Sheets where time and madness do the hoochie koo
Can you tell me please, can you tell me please
Where were you the night before I lost my mind
It's been so hard to find, the fog comes in and out and in and out
The other night I dreamt that I descended into heaven
And I saw my friends and famous folks, but we were all
Confused, we didn't know just what to do
Can you tell me please, can you tell me please
Where was I the night before I lost my mind?
copyright 2021, words/music by Joe Woodard
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From the Lighthouses
04:07
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From the Lighthouses Joe Woodard
At last, a homing device,
A rotating pair of eyes
A past, a pleasant tense haze,
A dim lost and sound
chorus:
Light, slicing through the fog
Between our ears
A beacon of hope, a fleeting repose
Time, a house of one’s own,
An odd point of view… or three
Time’s crossing, a plan’s passing,
A painting made at the sea
chorus:
Light, slicing through the fog
Between our ears
A beacon of hope, a fleeting repose
Light, splicing up the fabric
Of our years,
A beacon revealed, land, ho, far afield
Tag:
From the lighthouse
To the lighthouse
From the lighthouses
copyright 2021, words/music by Joe Woodard
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17. |
Down to Sleep
04:35
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Down to Sleep Joe Woodard
I could count the times I counted all the tiny white lies
Told through little black smiles
It's not some sordid affair
No daggers been flung through the air
You've been singling out voices, twisting, shouting in silence
A mime without violence
chorus:
I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord to keep us whole
You're never quite sure, we're never quite purified
When you lay me down to sleep, I'm cured
A box of innocence I found inside the room in your eyes
Like penitent skies
An arm's length can be just like miles
When linking has slipped out of style
This talk of status quo, a dog-and-pony show staged in the room
A feeble cartoon
bridge:
Still, wobbly bridges do the trick
I'm banking on us to make it stick
And sleeping to dream of waking up out of time
copyright 2021, words/music by Joe Woodard
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Beyond (Timeless Lullaby) Joe Woodard
We've gone a little bit beyond the end of time
Past the point where fears amount to anything
Now I've got you where I want you
Under wraps of silk and vines
We'll be lovers cast adrift in namelessness
Past the point where names amount to anything
Now we've got us where we want us
There's no telling, there's no telling
In a timeless lullaby
copyright 2021, words/music by Joe Woodard
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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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