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Mountain Blues
04:07
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Mountain Blues
Quiet trail, dreaming mountains,
Down the ridgeline into blossoms.
Rhododendron, lit in sunshine,
Sweat works lower onto shoestrings.
Floating higher, Mountain Blues,
Drifting lower, Mountain Blues,
Seems I always have to dream
To find my way in Mountain Blues.
Dreaming mountains, true companions,
Lighter burden, narrow pathway,
Stepping upward, take in water,
Climbing inward, heart is pumping.
Floating higher, Mountain Blues,
Drifting lower, Mountain Blues,
Seems I always have to dream
To find my way in Mountain Blues.
Valley greenness, cloak of shadow,
No more counting for tomorrow.
In the shelter feel the lightness
In the oneness and the stillness.
Floating higher, Mountain Blues,
Drifting lower, Mountain Blues,
Seems I always have to dream
To find my way, in Mountain Blues.
COPYRIGHT © 2017 ANDREW TROTTER ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Gone Solo
03:13
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Gone Solo
An old woman out on a walk,
Moving about an inch an hour,
She smiles at me but doesn’t talk,
At least she's under her own power.
By now she's laid to rest her mate,
Her kids are on the other coast,
She's either YOLO or resigned to fate
But makes of it the most.
Gone Solo,
It all comes down to attitude,
Gone Solo,
Your longitude and your latitude,
Do you embrace the pain of loneliness
Or revel in the glory of your solitude?
Thousands on Fifth Avenue are desperate
In their crazy rush,
They see themselves as separate,
But their lonely souls are being crushed.
At their apartment with a view
They see the neighbor with her key
But say hello they never do,
Though she may be the remedy.
Gone Solo,
It all comes down to attitude,
Gone Solo,
Your longitude and your latitude,
Do you embrace the pain of loneliness
Or revel in the glory of your solitude?
Solo may be narcissistic,
Don't just be a statistic
Waiting for your chance to be a star.
If music's asking you a question,
Form a band is my suggestion,
and play your answer solo on guitar.
Young fellow just starting out
Says no to a profession,
A yoke and all those rows to plow
Are not his obsession.
His dad says you’re a fool,
His mom it’s your career,
The man replies I’ll be back soon
And hops into his car.
Gone Solo,
It all comes down to attitude,
Gone Solo,
Your longitude and your latitude.
Do you embrace the pain of loneliness
Or revel in the glory of your solitude?
COPYRIGHT © 2017 ANDREW TROTTER ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Smoldering Coals
03:46
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Smoldering Coals
My dad bought a farm with a tumbledown house,
He wasn’t a farmer so he rented it out,
A soft-spoken stranger said he’d fix it up fast
Till he took his own life with a shotgun blast.
You never know what’s underneath
Or behind the gates that may be released,
Smoldering Coals about to dwindle and die
May suddenly kindle a forest fire.
Smoldering Coals, Smoldering Coals,
Smoldering Coals, Smoldering Coals,
While you’re waiting for the afterglow
You gotta watch out for the Smoldering Coals.
My two best friends became husband and wife,
They started a family and made a life,
The man had his secrets, thought he’d turned the page,
Then his past exploded on the scandal stage.
You never know what’s underneath
Or behind the gates that may be released,
Smoldering Coals about to dwindle and die
May suddenly kindle a forest fire.
Smoldering Coals, Smoldering Coals,
Smoldering Coals, Smoldering Coals,
While you’re waiting for the afterglow
You gotta watch out for the Smoldering Coals.
One day you feel invincible,
The world is there in your hands,
But your triumphs are false and your confidence
Slips through your fingers like the desert sands.
Smoldering Coals, Smoldering Coals,
Smoldering Coals, Smoldering Coals,
While you’re waiting for the afterglow
You gotta watch out for the Smoldering…
Smoldering Coals, Smoldering Coals,
Smoldering Coals, Smoldering Coals,
While you’re waiting for the afterglow
You gotta watch out for the Smoldering Coals.
COPYRIGHT © 2017 ANDREW TROTTER ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Waiting for Dawn
02:54
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Waiting for Dawn
In the small hours waiting,
Waiting for Dawn,
Nothing but crickets
And the A/C on.
Body invaded,
Weakness too strong,
A warm shape in bed
Left there alone.
I’m waiting, Waiting for Dawn,
Hope against hope that my hope ain’t gone,
Put things together, so they seem right,
I'm the lookout for the morning, the watcher for the end of the night.
Count up your blessings,
That’s what we’re supposed to do,
Instead I’m stressing
On disappointing you.
Millions of plans
That we half-laid,
Empty tin cans
and cards never played.
I’m waiting, Waiting for Dawn,
Hope against hope that my hope ain’t gone
Put things together, so they seem right,
I'm the lookout for the morning, the watcher for the end of the night.
Circles turn circles,
Their motions align,
The gears keep whirring
Till we're out of time.
I’m getting here late,
Still gotta stay
Between love and fate
To make it to the light of day.
I’m waiting, Waiting for Dawn,
Hope against hope that my hope ain’t gone
Put things together, so they seem right,
I'm the lookout for the morning, the watcher for the end of the night.
COPYRIGHT © 2017 ANDREW TROTTER ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Two Ton Safe
01:56
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Two Ton Safe
Your kisses were hot, but my lights flash red,
Take back the three little words you said.
Don’t be sorry for the deeds we did,
You just don’t know where my heart is hid.
It’s in a Two Ton Safe, locked up tight,
Guarded by a dog with a Bowie knife,
An undercover cop standing right outside,
With mirrored sunglasses that conceal her eyes.
You may not believe it, but my word is true,
Not lying that I’m just playing with you.
If I act the part, that’s my cover,
You don’t have my heart, just because I’m your lover.
If you play the game of physical affection,
There’s no foul when there’s no harm,
But lately my system of love detection
Is sending up an urgent alarm!
You said you've never been the jealous kind,
Make that a promise if you don’t mind,
If your heart's locked tight and you’re ready to swear,
Now we’re finally getting somewhere.
It’s in a Two Ton Safe, locked up tight,
Guarded by a dog with a Bowie knife,
An undercover cop standing right outside,
With mirrored sunglasses that conceal her eyes.
It’s in a Two Ton Safe, locked up tight,
Guarded by a dog with a Bowie knife,
An undercover cop standing right outside,
With mirrored sunglasses that conceal her eyes.
COPYRIGHT © 2016 ANDREW TROTTER ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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The Crow
04:59
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The Crow
The winter of my father’s death
I cried out in his empty room,
And when I was out of breath
A friend consoled me in my gloom:
"Let him go in peace, my friend,
He will fly as he never flew,
Every lifetime has to end,
He will be a part of you."
Two years since my father died,
In the melt of a heavy snow
I heard a caw-cawing outside,
Through the pane, I saw a crow,
His coal silhouette in my crab tree,
Breath like smoke in the chilly air,
The cause of this cacophony:
Another crow was fallen there,
Below, with the grass entwined,
Made flat by snow before the thaw,
What was left of his kind,
A mat of beak, feathers, and claw.
Let him go in peace, my friend,
He will fly as he never flew,
Every lifetime has to end,
He will be a part of you.
The crow glided to the ground,
With his bill he touched the dead,
Caressing it, now without sound,
He coaxed the feather tips to spread.
Oh Crow, make this place your perch,
Your friend I’ll bury beneath this tree,
Be welcome to keep your watch
Over both your friend and me.
Let him go in peace, my friend,
He will fly as he never flew,
Every lifetime has to end,
He will be a part of you.
He will be a part of you,
He will be a part of you.
COPYRIGHT © 2016 ANDREW TROTTER AND ROBYN MACKENZIE ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Strawberry Jam
01:32
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Strawberry Jam
Of all the confections throughout the land,
The most delicious made by woman or man
Is a peanut butter sandwich you can hold in your hand,
Topped off by a dollop of Strawberry Jam.
Made of pure cane sugar--hi-fructose won’t do--
Strawberry Jam is pretty good for you too,
Other jams are nice if you gotta make due,
But the berry in the straw is the most sweet and true.
There’s blackberry, raspberry, blueberry, cherry,
Even apple butter and concord grape jelly,
But my pick of the fridge will never ever vary,
The one and the only amazing strawberry.
You mash strawberries, put ’em in a pot,
With lemon juice and sugar make it boiling hot,
Fill Grandma’s jars and seal 'em up tight,
Then let ’em cool down overnight.
It’s red as a cherry but it has a little crunch
From the seeds of the berry, pleasant to munch,
Sweet as a kiss from your honeybunch,
There’s no better treat when is it time for lunch.
Of all the confections throughout the land,
The most delicious made by woman or man
Is a peanut butter sandwich you can hold in your hand,
Topped off with a dollop of—
Scrumdillyumptious,
I’m gonna munch this—
Fresh-made Strawberry Jam!
COPYRIGHT © 2017 ANDREW TROTTER ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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