| Crescent Moon* Michael Timmins Reach a hand to the crescent moon grab hold of the hollow if she sits in the palm of the left that moon will be fuller tomorrow If she sits in the palm of the right that moon is on the wan and the love of the one who shares your bed will be doing just the same. Won't you come with me she said there's plenty of room in my iron bed you're looking cold and tired and more than a little human. I know I'm not part of the life you had planned but I think once your body feels my hand you're mind will change and your heart will lose its pain Out among the fields gently hipped beneath the corn Assiniboine bones beneath the highway he stood there and thought of home A finger traces the path of a satellite you're drawn to a distant copse of trees a voice as sweet as mares tail clings to the prairie breeze. Do I reach for you when I know you're on the wane Do I sense you when I know you're not around Do I search for you when I know you can't be found Do I dare to speak your name Raise your eyes to a moonless sky and try to wish upon a rising star search all you want for her blessing but you won't find her sparkling there Now cast your eyes to a part of the sky where nothing but darkness unfolds and watch as all around you she reveals the brilliance of secrets untold |
| White Sail* Michael Timmins Raise a white sail if you love me a black sail if you don't Seal me up in an impregnable tower or surround me with an impassable moat I've heard all the stories told about love (unattainable and pure) but there is one love of which I'm sure Your fear as honed as a battle axe, I'll bear my neck, I'll wear the scar, and if my nerve should fail the task I know your faith will not roam too far I've heard all the stories told about love (two souls into one) but this tale of love is one we've just begun Isoldt had her Tristan, but love potions are not what we need, and Paris had his Helen but it was infatuation that was plain to see What I desire is your trust to inspire this love for you which grows in me Plant a rose tree on his grave and on mine plant a vine, as seasons pass and markers fade watch them slowly intertwine I've heard all the stories told about love (till death do us part) but our love is a vow which has been wrought from heart to heart. |
| Ring On The Sill Michael Timmins She placed her ring on the sill, dishes piled high She's on the front porch step and the air smells like snow She's thinking of the siege to come and how she'll miss those weekends in the park with the sun on her face and her book by her side and that lingering taste that he left on her tongue He lifts his glass from the table It leaves a ring where it stood He sees the light from the window caress her like he knows he should He's remembering the first time he kissed her and how he'd wake and immediately he'd miss her, like a spell, with each breath, he'd taste her breath like a haunting, irritating as hell Do you remember when you'd pray to never see the day when someone would make you feel this way 'Cause you knew they would cut right through you and once inside, you were afraid they'd find nothing to hold on to He puts her ring on her finger, she brushes back his hair He takes a sip from his glass, she inhales the cold fall air And they're thinking of the long road ahead and the strength that they will need just to reach the end And there in the silence they search for the balance between this fear that they feel and a love that has graced their lives. close |
| Good Friday* Michael Timmins Sat at my window watched the world wake up this morning. Purple sky slowly turning golden, distant elms so orange you'd swear they're burning. All this flowing water has got my mind wandering. Do you ever finally reach a point of knowing or do you just wake up one day and say, "I am going"? What will I tell you when you ask me why I'm crying? Will I point above at the Red Tail gracefully soaring or down below where its' prey is quietly trembling? Two thousand years ago Jesus is left there hanging. Purple sky slowly turning golden. Cowards at his feet loudly laughing. Loved ones stumbling homeward their worlds reeling. Red Tail above my head quietly soaring. Waters turn from ice, creek is roaring. He says, "enough of all this shit I am going". |
| To Lay Me Down Robert Hunter and Jerry Garcia To lay me down once more. To lay me down with my head in sparkling clover. Let the world go by all lost in dreaming. To lay me down one last time. To lay me down. To be with you once more. To be with you with our bodies close together. Let the world go by like clouds a-streaming. To lay me down one last time. To lay me down. To lay me down. To lay me down. To lay me down. One last time. To lay me down. To lie with you once more. To lie with you with our dreams entwined together. To lie beside you my love still sleeping. To tell sweet lies one last time and say goodnight. To lay me down. To lay me down. To lay me down. One last time. To lay me down. |
| Bread And Wine Michael Timmins Well I'm lyin' in my bed, a tangle of arms and legs, but the one that I'm with is not the one bouncing 'round my head. I could turn this into song or cheap fantasy, but whatever I've ignited will still burn in me. Bread and wine, bread and wine, your heart ain't nearly as guilty as mine. I'm a dark heavy heart. I'm a soul full of holes. I'm a boat that is sinking, muddy waters threatening this baggage in my hold. And there's a line in my head from an old gospel song, but no matter how hard I try, the words they just come out wrong. Bread and wine, bread and wine your thoughts aint nearly as wicked as mine. Bread and wine, bread and wine your cross aint nearly as heavy as mine. I've been graced by the gift of a gold wedding band. I've been soothed by the simple caress of my true love's hand. And yet I'm lyin' in my bed, a tangle of arms and legs, and the one that I'm with is not the one that I'm dreaming of. Bread and wine, bread and wine, won't you please be my bread and wine. Bread and wine, bread and wine, won't you please be my bread and wine. |
| Upon Still Waters Michael Timmins (a curly blonde disaster lying out there) He said, "you make me feel as desired as a crackling fire." She said, "I saw a man out walking upon still waters�. (I want to lie beside you in a warm bed, feel your heart beat in my throat.) �.and no one stopped to stare. There he was all, alone, out walking upon still waters." He said, "you can feel it fall, all at once upon the land." She said, "you don't know what you've missed until you've walked upon still waters." (a curly blonde disaster) |
| Small Swift Birds Michael Timmins I've been told that it's just the way life goes. Once the wildest river is now a trickle to the sea. The peak we risk our lives to scale becomes dirt beneath our feet. The wisdom of a life time always disappears untapped. Paradise once given will always be taken back. And the love you hang your life upon will start to slowly crack. I have seen people suffocate the dream. Forgetting to turn that one last time while she watches through the door. Focusing on the garbage that she use to ignore. Thinking she looks so beautiful but not yelling it out loud. He should have thought to kiss her before he headed out. Just forgetting how fucking lucky you are to have found her in such a crowd. But we've seen a cloud of starlings rising on a crisp autumn day. We were handed the weight of a child sleeping and bore her away. We've tasted the tears that fall when saying goodbye forever. And we've seen the silver from a waxing moon wash upon the shore. I have heard about the lives of small swift birds. They dazzle with their colour and their deftness through the air. Just a simple glimpse will keep you simply standing there. Legendary journeys made on fragile hollow wings. The night skies rich with whistling each and every spring. And then there's the day we look for them and can't find them anywhere. I've been told that it's just the way life goes. |
| Hold On To Me* Michael Timmins If you offered me a shade of blue would I return it saying that it was too dark or light? Or would I see it for the precious thing that it might one day be? Hold on to me. If you offered me a point of view would I dismiss it saying that it was too black and white? Or would I see it as the special thing that it would no doubt be? Hold on to me. I'll hold on to this gift we share it is as slippery as it is rare. I'll hold on to that feeling of waking and finding you there. I'll hold on to you and you hold on to me. If I asked you for a simple thing would you do it without too much thinking or fuss? Would you see it for the precious thing that it would surely be? Hold on to me. Hold on to me. |
| Something More Besides You Michael Timmins One foot stands before the crib the other by the casket. A question formed upon stilled lips is passed on but never asked. I guess I believe that there's a point to what we do. But I ask myself is there something more besides you? Two are born to cross their paths, their lives, their hearts. If by chance one turns away are they forever lost? I guess I believe that there's a point to what we do. But I ask myself is there something more besides you? This morning I awoke, the bed warm where it once was cold. Small blessings laid upon us. Small mysteries slowly unfold. Yet I still wonder is there a point to what we do? 'Cause I kind of doubt that there is something more besides you. Although it's hard to find the point to what we do, do I dare believe that there is something more besides you? |
| Angel Mine Michael Timmins He searched for those wings that he knew that this angel should have at her back. And although he can't find them he really don't mind because he knows they'll grow back. And he reached for that halo that he knows that she had when she first caught his eye. Although his hand came back empty he's really not worried because he knows it still shines. I can't promise that I'll grow those wings or keep this tarnished halo shined but I'll never betray your trust angel mine. I search all the time on the ground for our shadows cast side by side. Just to remind me that I haven't gone crazy that you exist and are mine. And I know that your skin is as warm and as real as that smile in your eyes. But I have to keep touching and smelling and tasting for fear it's all lies. I can't promise that I'll grow those wings or keep this tarnished halo shined but I'll never betray your trust angel mine. Last night I awoke from the deepest of sleeps with your voice in my head. And I could tell by your breathing that you were still sleeping I repeated those words that you had said. I can't promise that I'll grow those wings or keep this tarnished halo shined but I'll never betray your trust angel mine. |
| A Horse in the Country Michael Timmins The money would be pretty good if a quart of milk was still a dollar or even if a quart of milk was still a quart. And the hours well I don't mind how they creep on by like an old friend of mine it's the years that simply disappear that are doing me in. Guess I married too young, yeah nineteen was just too young, but sometimes you meet someone and your guts just burn. It's not that I don't love him anymore it's just that when I hear him coming through that front door my heart doesn't race like it did once before. But I've got a horse out in the country. I get to see him every second Sunday. He comes when I call him, yeah he knows his name, one day we'll saddle up and the two of us will ride away. This weather I could almost stand if the sun would shine a little brighter, or even if the sun would shine at all. But lately it just seems to me that this life has lost its' mystery and these cold fall mornings seem to bite just a little bit harder. And all my friends have settled down, become their mothers and their fathers without a sound except for Cathy, she bought a one way subway ticket and left us all behind. But I've got a horse out in the country. I get to see him every second Sunday. He comes when I call him, yeah he knows his name, one day I'll saddle up and the two of us will ride away. This town wouldn't be so bad if a girl could trust her instincts, or even if a girl could trust a boy. |
| A Few Simple Words* Margo and Michael Timmins What does he see in those mashed potatoes? What secrets does he hold that can be so grim? The silence like a canyon dividing them he's on one side she's opposite him trying so desperately to get his attention. She says, "Honey, you're a bastard of great proportion." He says, "Darling, I plead guilty to that sin." With potatoes half way to his mouth he looks her in the eye and says, "without a doubt, my love for you is all that I believe in". With those few simple words her heart is sent soaring she's able to face another day. Through the anger and the laughter she knows that she matters and somebody out there cares. What does she gain by all this sulking? What troubles can there be for one so young? Dark tension building like the clouds of a storm her daughters in her room and she's at the door trying to figure what all this fuss is for. She says, "mother, you're a witch and I'll always hate you". She says, "Daughter, perhaps these words you speak are true". She quietly moves towards the bed, looks her in the eye gently says, "But I will always believe in you". With those few simple words her heart is sent soaring she's able to face another day. Through the anger and the laughter she knows that she matters and somebody out there cares. What do we need to keep us going? What do we need at the end of the day? Mysteries keep piling like dirty clothes in the corner. You never thought you'd give up, but you're beginning to wonder when through the gloom you hear a familiar voice say.... ...a few simple words that send your heart soaring you're able to face another day. Through the anger and the laughter you know that you matter and somebody out there cares. |
| Hollow As A Bone (Revisited) Michael Timmins She hugged his head so hard to her heart it made her gasp for air. If this was not the way Love felt then for Love she did not care. "I want to run beside a moving train yelling farewells in the rain. The tears that fall will be bittersweet, 'cause I know I'll see him again." If I lost you know I would feel as hollow as a bone. He could not help but hang his eyes her beauty held him so. If this was not a state of Grace then, Grace, he'd never know. "I want to yell farewell from a crowded pier just me and a thousand goodbyes. The tears that fall will be bittersweet, 'cause soon she'll be back my side." If I lost you know I would feel as hollow as a bone. "You won't lose me ", he replied, "together our lives have been sewn. If I lost you now I would feel as hollow as a bone. We will kiss goodnight under a starlit sky whisper oaths at a lumbering moon, dream sweet dreams until the morning comes and serves us the dawn in our room." If I lost you now I would feel as hollow as a bone. |
| Take Me Margo and Michael Timmins Take me to the river and we'll watch the water roll Take me in your warmth and you'll fill my empty soul Come on and take me, take me, take me Come on and take me, take me, take me Take me to the ocean where the water never run Take me in your love and I'll be your lifetime friend Come on and take me, take me, take me Come on and take me, take me, take me Take me to the storm where the thunder meets the light Take me in your gentle arms and I'll love you through the night Come on and take me, take me, take me Come on and take me, take me, take me. |
| Witches Margo and Michael Timmins There are witches in the hills calling my name saying come join us sister, come kiss the flame Come dance in the moonbeams, ride the night wind make love to the darkness and laugh at man's sins I shiver with delight, I shiver with fear my heart wants to go but my soul's filled with fear So I turn to my lover and ask what do I do do I answer their call or stay here with you But under spell of deep sleep he moans and turns away taking his protection and my desire to stay So I rise to the hill tops, I ride the night winds I make love to the darkness and laugh at man's sins. |
| Escape Is So Simple Michael Timmins The way you kissed me this morning it told me that you soon would be going You didn't even look in my eyes when you said good bye. And last night in your sleep you broke all the promises that you knew you would never keep. Now I'm reading the letter which uyou placed on the dresser and you're five hundred miles down the road. Escape is so simple in a world where sunsets can be raced. But distance only looses the knife the pattern of it s scar can always be traced. Ya I remember when we said forever was the craziest word that we knew, but I think that I liked it much better than I do goodbye . And I could sit here all evening and think of the reasons why you are not by my side Instead I'll go to the kitchen find a strong chair to sit in and drink myself far far away. Escape is so simple in a world where sunsets can be raced. But distance only looses the knife the pattern of it's scar can always be traced. |
| One* U2 Is it getting better Or do you feel the same Will it make it easier on you now you've got someone to blame you say one love one life when its one need in the nightone love we get to share it it leaves you baby if you dont care for it Did I disappoint you Or leave a bad taste in your mouth You act like you never had love and you want me to go without Well it's too late tonight to drag the past out into the light We're one, but we're not the same We get to carry each other carry each other one Have you come here for forgiveness? Have you come to raise the dead? Have you come here to play Jesus To the lepers in your head? Did I ask too much more than a lot You gave me nothing now it's all I got We're one but we're not the same Well we hurt each other then we do it again You Say Love is a temple, Love a higher law Love is a temple, Love the higher law You ask me to enter, but then you make me And I can't be holding on to what When all you got is hurt one love one blood One life you got to do what you should One life with each otherSisters brothers One life but we're not the same We get to carry each other carry each other One |
| Songs for the Thirteen Year Continuum |
| Helpless Neil Young There is a town in north Ontario, With dream comfort memory to spare, And in my mind I still need a place to go, All my changes were there. Blue, blue windows behind the stars, Yellow moon on the rise, Big birds flying across the sky, Throwing shadows on our eyes. Leave us Helpless, helpless, helpless Baby can you hear me now? The chains are locked and tied across the door, Baby, sing with me somehow. Blue, blue windows behind the stars, Yellow moon on the rise, Big birds flying across the sky, Throwing shadows on our eyes. Leave us Helpless, helpless, helpless. |
| * - Indicates that they played this song in Tempe |
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