After All These Years

Blisters

The ending is an adaptation of the Paul Brandt song "You".

Written for June 2013 wedding.

The Good 8th

Orchids Or Kids

Ready Made Man

When we get through this
I'll hold you closer than I did before
You're off fighting fires
Keeping all the lights on in the eye of the storm

Day in and day out
It settles in quietly, slowly at first
I just couldn't do it
Place them on the scales and weigh what a life's worth

All you do

So don't you worry now
Lay your head down
Nothing you can do with bad breaks
Everybody makes mistakes

Don't you worry now
Lay your head down
Nothing you can do if you've tried
So go ahead and close your eyes

When it's all over
You slip in quietly through the back door
Shake off the deadweight
And pick up all the smiles left lying on the floor

All You Do

There’s no fire in the fireplace anymore
Dust collected on the picture frames bought at the big box store
And those five dollar cards that someone went out and bought for me
We both know it’s a money grab cuz love’s on sale but not for free

Ten pounds on my back is all I ever need
On Friday morning I stack my ten pounds on the heap
Then douse the fire and lock up the house with a well-worn key
Left the living room clock to pass the time that no one sees

There’s no fire in the fireplace anymore
Dust collected on the picture frames bought at the big box store
And those five dollar cards that someone went out and bought for me
We both know it’s a money grab cuz love’s on sale but not for free

Ten pounds good to go, its all I ever need
On Thursday morning I throw my dirty laundry on the heap
Then douse the fire and turn out the light by the silent TV
Left the fridge to go learn how to keep the food that no one eats

There’s no fire in the fireplace anymore
Burnt to embers its casting light over stains on an uncleaned floor
This house is not a home when left alone both full and empty
We both know it’s a little much, rent the space and put to waste

There’s no fire in the fireplace anymore
Dust collected on the picture frames bought at the big box store
And those five dollar cards that someone went out and bought for me
We both know it’s a money grab cuz love’s on sale but not for free

Some poor soul was paid to pen that witty phrase
And he knows its low on wit but they print it pack it and sell it anyways
Some poor soul resigned to write lame lines nine to five
And he dreams he could get away while I sit here
Dreaming up the ways in which I maybe might be able to stay

Five Dollar Cards

Cover of Hey Rosetta's "Welcome" re-imagined as a chill lullaby in 6/8.

I sing this song to my daughter every night before she goes to sleep.

Welcome (Hey Rosetta Cover)

Writing and recording music whenever I've got time to.

Darcy Cordell