Loose the Ties   Next Song | | Collaborations |
Dana Robinson

Will you loose the ties that keep you from me now
Will you show me how to walk that way?
Send to me a light, and tell me that a time will come
We will soon be one, and long no more, no more

This road has been kind to my feet, the path through here is old
I have trusted in its twists and turns, as I've walked with my eyes closed
I navigate the nighttime sky, sights focused on a star
Then that place will move falling round a curve and I question where you are

Will you loose the ties that keep you from me now
Will you show me how to walk that way
Send to me a light, and tell me that a time will come
We will soon be one, and long no more, no more

This is my home, I've settled here, these earthly things I know
I hear the cuckoo and the mockingbird, though I seek the blackest crow
In this valley's easy palm, beneath the hilltown farms
Seven Sisters will calmly wait for midnight salvage in your arms

Will you loose the ties that keep you from me now
Will you show me how to walk that way?
Send to me a light, and tell me that a time will come
We will soon be one, and long no more, no more

©1997 Threshold Music


The Trade   Next Song | | Top | | Collaborations |
Dana Robinson

One hand to give, one hand to take
A body to love, one to awake
A heart of abundance, the heart of a flower
One heart to leave, within the hour

That is the trade
The space that we give for what takes shape
That is the trade

A handful of words, these are my tools
I'll drive for miles, I'll be the fool
An empty sky, a long stretch of road
Are just as familiar as any home

That is the trade
The distance we go for the connection we make
That is the trade

That is the trade
What we let go of for the things that stay
That is the trade

©1998 Threshold Music/BMI


Saudade   Next Song | | Top | | Collaborations |
Lui Collins, July 14, 1997

Pode falar em portuguêse das coisas do coração
Pode falar de saudade, tristeza, allegria
Em inglês não pode cantar de verdade
Estó aqui nas lembranças cantando tão sozinha

Eu gostaria de ficar agora com vôçe
Gostaria de dizer das palavras tão bellinhas
Mas eu estó sozinha tão cheia de saudade
Como o meu coração é cheia de amor

In the language of Brasil, the language of the heart
One can speak of one's joy, or of sadness or yearning
In our language there is no such sweet abundance
I am left with my memories, singing so alone

(instrumental break)

How I yearn to be with you to share this moment
How I yearn to speak these words of beauty
Here am I alone, so filled with longing
As my heart is filled, is filled with love.

Pode falar em portuguêse das coisas do coração
Pode falar de saudade, tristeza, allegria
Em inglês não pode cantar de verdade
Estó aqui nas lembranças cantando tão sozinha

Eu gostaria de ficar agora com vôçe
Gostaria de dizer das palavras tão bellinhas
Mas eu estó sozinha tão cheia de saudade
Como o meu coração é cheia de amor
Como o meu coração é cheia de amor

©1997 Molly Gamblin Music/BMI


The Jewel   Next Song | | Top | | Collaborations |
Dana Robinson

There's a light, there's a space, for finding shape and place
when all else has gone by-
By the wayside, the roadside, the salty cool seaside
or simply just lost along the way
You handed me a jewel
and said, here have this tool
for understanding

There's a knock upon the door, there is hope, there is more
Of what we did come here to find
You can laugh, you can smile, while knowing all the while
that all things must sometime change
I breathe the same as you
so what else can we do
but to love

Found a form, found a hand, a friend who understands
you came in an early morning dream
I don't recall where it was, but I know that you were there
we were lost in each others arms
Your hair sweet in my face, and fingers touching gracefully
you handed me a jewel, and said here have this tool
for understanding

©1998 Threshold Music/BMI


Burrow Down   Next Song | | Top | | Collaborations |
Lui Collins, June 20-21, 1997

How I yearn to be like a little bitty rabbit
As the winds blow sharper and colder
Nestle on into the safe and warm
Burrow down in your shoulder
        Burrow down, burrow down, burrow down in your shoulder
        Burrow down, burrow down, burrow down in your shoulder

And I would be like a hawk in the aspen
Settle on into the quiet
Sit stock still till the way is shown
Wait right here in the silence
        Wait right here, wait right here, wait right here in the silence
        Wait right here, wait right here, wait right here in the silence

And let me be like a swan 'neath the willows
Floating in the gathering twilight
Give it all up to the rhythm of the waters
Knowing grace will come in the morning
        Grace will come, grace will come, grace will come in the morning
        Grace will come, grace will come, grace will come in the morning

And I would be like a fox in the woodland
Watching and a-waiting in the shadows
Unseen as the wind till the way lies clear
Then prance and play in the meadows.
        Prance and play, prance and play, prance and play in the meadows
        Prance and play, prance and play, prance and play in the meadows

©1997 Molly Gamblin Music/BMI


Rarest Rose   Next Song | | Top | | Collaborations |
Lui Collins, March 29, 1997

I have built this prison, stone upon stone
Beyond these walls I shall step this day
And the walls rise up so dreary
These walls that rise so dreary
Day upon day it's grown and grown
And search I shall till I find that place
And my life goes on forlornly.
And my life goes on forlornly.

And by the gate I buried the key
And I shall fetch that brightest rose
And the walls rise up so dreary
Past these walls that rise so dreary
Which should I choose would set me free
To plant in my garden that it might grow
And my life goes on forlornly.
And my life go on most joyfully.

Roses I grew of a beautiful hue
And I shall fetch that brightest rose
And the walls rise up so dreary
Past these walls that rise so dreary
and the joy they brought me was deep and true
To plant in my garden that it might grow
And my life goes on forlornly.
And my life go on most joyfully.

When my lover reached out to pluck one bloom
To plant in my garden that it might grow
And the walls rise up so dreary
And my life go on most joyfully.
He pricked his hand on the sharpest thorn
And my life goes on forlornly.

How could I bear my lover's pain?
And the walls rise up so dreary
I let those roses go to ruin
And my life goes on forlornly.

Last night I dreamed of the rarest rose
And the walls rise up so dreary
Out past these walls I saw it grow
And my life goes on forlornly.

And in my hand I held the key
And the walls rise up so dreary
All cast in a delicate filigree
And my life goes on forlornly.

©1997 Molly Gamblin Music/BMI


One Last Stop   Next Song | | Top | | Collaborations |
Dana Robinson

Well it's one last stop, I set the water a boiling
I come south down the highway and out of the storm
The air here is humid, and the hills are all yellow
They're burning the rice fields and pulling up corn

I'm divided in two and I live on the border
sooner or later I must become whole
I gave up my job and I gave up my girl
to go chasing windmills and sleep on the earth

I'm scared and confused, but don't you tempt me to run
If you want me to stay you better put down that gun

South California is lucky and cold,
and they'll drill you up empty before you get old
I don't want your money I want someone to sing to
I don't need the fame, I need what's in my soul

I'm mining for gold and I'm mining for silver
but I'd trade it away for an ounce of your love

Well there's still time to go, I can get there tomorrow
but commitment's been put off for seven long years
the telephone's ringing, but there's no one to answer
I saw the boy leave said he's goin' to roam
I saw the boy leave, said he's goin' to roam

©1998 Threshold Music/BMI


Little Sadie   | Top | | Collaborations |
Traditional, tune source Jon Bekoff

Went out last night making my rounds
met little Sadie and I shot her down
I went home, went to bed
forty-four smoker rocking under my head

I woke up half past nine
guns all rolling down the line
I got to thinkin bout the deed I done
found my hat and away I run

Made a pretty good run but a little too slow
Sheriff overtook me down in Baltimore
I was standing on the corner reading the bill
and up stepped the man from Louisville

He said young man is your name Brown
Are you the man who shot Sadie down
No sir, No sir my name is Lee
If you got any papers don't you read 'em to me


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