Things to Do Next Song | | Collaborations |
Lui Collins, December 7, 1998
I got a lot to do this morning, so much on my mind
A restless gnawing in my gut, I know I'm way behind
If I keep pluggin' hard till midnight I'm bound to get ahead
Maybe catch up to where I was when I got out of bed
I gotta finish up this list of things to do
Time waits for no one, so they say, it must be true.
Me? Compulsive? gimme a break, I have to work this way
I got a family to support, I've got to get that raise
I've got to keep my job, you see, though it may drive me berserk
'Cause I gotta buy a brand new car so I can get to work
I gotta finish up this list of things to do
Time waits for no one, so they say, it must be true.
I took a weekend seminar, success was guaranteed
Put method in your madness, you'll have all the time you need
To get organized, keep on track, put all things in their place
Don't know quite where I'm going, but I know I'm making haste
I gotta finish up this list of things to do
Time waits for no one, so they say, it must be true.
Don't bother me with reason, got no time to edify
Can't interrupt my train of thought but I can't remember why
It's getting late, one thing more, before I hit the hay
Make a list up for tomorrow, get a jump start on my day
I gotta finish up this list of things to do
Time waits for no one, so they say, it must be true.
Time waits for no one, so they say, it must be true.
©1998 Molly Gamblin Music/BMI
The Horny Ewe (traditional) Next Song | | Top | | Collaborations |
Plant your corn all in a row
Feed it all to the horney ewe
The horney ewe ain't a very fine sheep
but the rest of the flock is hard to beat
hey ho John D Hosey!
Hoosac Tunnel Next Song | | Top | | Collaborations |
words and music by Dana Robinson '96
October fifteen, eighteen sixty-seven
The trees were ablaze on top of the hills
We were hired to dig deep into the stone mountain
So goods could be taken further west still
There were many ways to die in the Hoosac tunnel
By the water soaked rock, by the black powdered seams
Now what I would give for a minute of daylight
Me and my boys, we are not going to live
We fell down the shaft after the explosion
And when we hit bottom it was too dark to see
Mending our wounds we clung to the pieces
and in the cold water we gathered debris
We sat in the rift of our own crude making
And called up for mercy, but help couldn't hear
I'm three hundred feet down this Hoosac mountain
I'll not see my home nor the snowfall this year
Goodbye to my love, goodbye my sweet darlin'
Goodbye my faithful, don't shed a tear
'Cause when the train runs through this cursed tunnel
The whistle will blow and call to you dear
When the train runs through that cursed tunnel
That whistle will blow and call to you........
©1999 Threshold Music/BMI
Green Light Next Song | | Top | | Collaborations |
Lui Collins, August 14, 1998
Is this love, can this be love?
The heart floods full till it must break
Innocent as a rabbit moon
So big on the horizon
Danger, rough road ahead
Is warning signals' prophecy
The strongest pull, mystery
Green light is all the heart believes
There is no hope for the great white hope
No faith in pledge or guarantee
The only true vow, none at all
For nothing sure can surely be
Danger, rough road ahead
Is warning signals' prophecy
The strongest pull, mystery
Green light is all the heart believes
This road is not as I had hoped
Yet I may find reluctantly
This steeper path I blindly tread
Must be precisely what I need
Danger, rough road ahead
Is warning signals' prophecy
The strongest pull, mystery
Green light is all the heart believes
Danger, rough road ahead
Red lights are flashing bright at me
The strongest pull, mystery
Green light is all the heart believes
Green light is all the heart believes
©1998 Molly Gamblin Music/BMI
Chautauqua Day Next Song | | Top | | Collaborations |
Dana Robinson
Running like a thread through the eye of a needle
Stitching up time with my hands on the wheel
Oh Chautauqua day
Take me to the blessing of the next café
I'm a rubber tramp and I'll make you a barter
I love what I do and I ain't no martyr
Send me out on faith
I go 500 miles for a 100 dollar day
There's rusted bridges over concrete crumbling
Semi's make that distant rumbling
Oh the rivers of wind
Running both ways on an asphalt vein
I see the buffalo grass and the ragged cattails
Standing knee deep in an April rain
Mississippi's high
Geese fly north on a west bound sky
Billboards blow about places distant
They say get your fill here, you don't know what you're missing
Roll me over again
For a night of cable I will be your friend
I'm running like a thread through the eye of a needle
Stitching up time with my hands on the wheel
Oh Chautauqua day
Take me to the blessing of the next café
Take me to the blessing of the next café
© 1999 Threshold Music/BMI
Ballad Tree Next Song | | Top | | Collaborations |
Dana Robinson, 5/27-6/1 '98
We've made our village here beneath the live oak
Set within the bosom of the central Texas hills
Vulnerable to the wind and weather
Willing to the changes that open hearts instill
We're camped between the juniper and thistle
soon covered by the clay that's bourne upon the air
We sleep beneath the feathered lady mocking
Who's loudest in the morning when the sky is fair
I heard that there was breath here found for breathing
And branch by branch the ballad tree revealed
That I could leave behind the endless fists a' knocking
For the safety and abundance of this glowing field
There's time to listen to the songs of elders
Time enough to lend an ear to lyric in the rough
Stroll among the colored lights and vendors
Or fill your cup on campfires until you've had enough
I trust in you to catch me unexpected
The muse will come and draw me in and steal into my heart
Simple kindness finds you unprotected
I'll bring it home tomorrow, today we made a start
We take with us the taste of our communion
And all those voices ringing in my ears
I look forward to our moments of reunion
In this home away from home, year after year
© 1999 Threshold Music/BMI
Song of the Waters Next Song | | Top | | Collaborations |
Lui Collins, August 4, 1997
Long years of trials, long years of sorrow
Parched as a desert, cold to the bone
Now I can't stay in this wasteland no longer
For the thirst that I'm feeling won't leave me alone
Now people may judge me for leaving my children
How well I know, for I judge me as well
I pray my children won't begrudge me the joy I am finding
For I'm setting a path they may follow themselves
North from the foothills, I come to the valley
On up to the mountains where the rain's pouring down
And it's quenching my thirst as it nurtures the yarrow
I will comfort my sorrow in this fertile ground
And in these lush mountains I will find me a lover
Soft as the ferns in their bed by the stream
I'll lay you down gently in this cool mossy hollow
Hear the song of the waters flowing full in the spring
I'll rest my head on your shoulder, as we step out together
Just follow your heart, I feel it beating with mine
The blood in our veins is flowing in concert
Thicker than water, richer than wine
And I'll lay you down gently in this cool mossy hollow
Hear the song of the waters, in your blood and mine
©1997 Molly Gamblin Music/BMI
Won't Miss You Darlin' | Top | | Collaborations |
Lui Collins, October 16, 1998
Driving slow in dark of night
Eye on the moon softly aglow
I find contentment in her light
Ever closer to my home.
While I've been gone the creek has swollen
Vines were touched by an early frost
All is not lost, though colors fallen
And I won't miss you anymore.
I won't miss you, darlin', I won't miss you anymore
I'll draw the water from the well
I'll walk in peace upon the hill
And I won't miss you darlin' anymore.
When winter's frost etches the pane
Pastures burrow deep beneath the snow
In evening stillness I'll watch the fire's flame
And I won't miss you anymore.
I won't miss you, darlin', I won't miss you anymore
I'll draw the water from the well
I'll walk in peace upon the hill
And I won't miss you darlin' anymore.
Those lines you've drawn, now I'm not needing
To color inside them like before
I turn the page, I paint a picture
Where I don't miss you anymore.
I won't miss you, darlin', I won't miss you anymore
I'll draw the water from the well
I'll walk in peace upon the hill
And I won't miss you darlin' anymore.
©1998 Molly Gamblin Music (BMI)
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