Congruence		
			
Acoustic Guitar :		Tony (Phillip) Carroll
Bass Guitar :		Matt Carroll
Harmonies :		Danielle Helton
Lyrics :			Danielle Helton
Vocals :			Tony (Phillip) Carroll
Written & Composed :	Tony (Phillip) Carroll
			

			
I'm that fantastical free bird
Flying away as you watch
Skimming the scattered clouds
Wond'ring what it feels like
	to be grounded

>(And) If a rise in altitude
>Could show me your intentions
>Would I choose to come down?
 >I'd be wondering, myself
>Something new to lament?
 >Or a reason for descending?
 
Do you wonder where that pavement went
When you're soaring through my dreams?
The void you feel will disappear
The moment you are free flying

<Would we fly together, or break down?
<A duo-destructive leeching?
<Or a symbiotic needing?

I see your scribbles
Down there on the pavement
I'm up here glowing, nightly
You're wondering
	where the day went

>(And) if a drop in altitude
>Could show you my intentions
>Would you choose to rise up?
 >Would you be glowing, with apprehension?
>Something new to lament?
>Or a reason for dissension?

('Cause) I don't wonder where the pavement went
When I'm soaring through your dreams
The bitter taste of ashes left
The moment I was free flying
			
			
			
Danielle Helton:		https://soundcloud.com/dnhelton 
		
Tony (Phillip) Carroll:	https://soundcloud.com/tony-carroll-acoustic 
			https://twitter.com/soundsmicro 
			http://www.microsounds.org/ 
			https://www.youtube.com/TonyCarrollAcoustic 		
			http://www.tcarrollmusic.com/  




Congruence V2.1

Request Pt.1		
			
Acoustic Guitar :		Nickie Glynn Helton, Tony (Phillip) Carroll
Bass Guitar :		Matt Carroll
Lyrics :			Danielle Helton
Vocals :			Tony (Phillip) Carroll
Written & Composed :	Tony (Phillip) Carroll
			
			
Build me a scene
With shoal waters
And a big porch
On a mountain-side
And a breaking dawn
Red for sour mem'ries
And green for hopes
Of things soon to be
A slow grey fog
With a sting like ice
That dissipates in the sun
But covers all in mirror droplets
Before it's done 

Give me a year of
Slow moments
And a silhouette
In the morning light
Tracing your nails
Across the skin of our days
'Til the red drops rise
And they run through the night
Two rivers run
Where we come from
'Til the land turns to sea
Endlessly, it churns in you
It moves in me

This is building a memory
Of something that hasn't happened
A sanctuary, sometimes lively, sometimes scary
Did you wonder if you could map it?
Take my hand, and take my words
And mold them into something new
The beauty of a mem'ry that isn't real is
It can be whatever you choose			
			
			
Danielle Helton:		https://soundcloud.com/dnhelton 
		
Nickie Glynn Helton:	https://www.facebook.com/nickie.helton 

Tony (Phillip) Carroll:	https://soundcloud.com/tony-carroll-acoustic 
			https://twitter.com/soundsmicro 
			http://www.microsounds.org/ 
			https://www.youtube.com/TonyCarrollAcoustic 		
			http://www.tcarrollmusic.com/ 




Request Pt.1 V6

Just Words Pt.1		
			
Acoustic Guitar :		Tony (Phillip) Carroll
Lyrics :			Danielle Helton
Written & Composed :	Tony (Phillip) Carroll
			
			
It pulls you under, flips you over
It finds you, blinds you
Begs you, sees you
Kills you, needs you
Blames you, hates you
Loves you, breaks you
Bruises, bleeds-out your dreams - And saves you
It finds you lacking, and gives you more
Takes away what you had, before
Praises you high, and then, berates you
Fills you up, and then, deflates you
Ostracize, commiserates you
Ego-bruise, and then, elates you
Parch you with thirst, and then, charge to sate you
			
			
Danielle Helton:		https://soundcloud.com/dnhelton 
		
Tony (Phillip) Carroll:	https://soundcloud.com/tony-carroll-acoustic 
			https://twitter.com/soundsmicro 
			http://www.microsounds.org/ 
			https://www.youtube.com/TonyCarrollAcoustic 		
			http://www.tcarrollmusic.com/ 



Just Words Pt.1

Just Words Pt.2		
			
Acoustic Guitar :		Tony (Phillip) Carroll
Lyrics :			Danielle Helton
Written & Composed :	Tony (Phillip) Carroll
			
			
A cool, blue conversation
Can kill you, by the by
It's just a word, or two
Some thing you couldn't say
A common pause
In the game you play
So, it seems
Another conversation breathes
A breath of life, a kiss of death
Circle a light, spiral to the bottom
A word, a pain, a break
It's never clean
A word you gave: A sacrifice
To bare your soul, against your own advice
Melting down, and hardening
Around a hollow vow
That you can not meet
Bury a doubt here
And raise up a rival
Salt an old wound
And hope for survival
Destroying everything
Just paint a new picture
Reflecting something you can't mean
With a new sort of reason
Pretending you're sure
To get through another season
			
			
Danielle Helton:		https://soundcloud.com/dnhelton 
		
Tony (Phillip) Carroll:	https://soundcloud.com/tony-carroll-acoustic 
			https://twitter.com/soundsmicro 
			http://www.microsounds.org/ 
			https://www.youtube.com/TonyCarrollAcoustic 		
			http://www.tcarrollmusic.com/ 



Just Words Pt.2

Closing Time		
			
			
Acoustic Guitar :		Tony (Phillip) Carroll
Digital Toys :		Tony (Phillip) Carroll
Hammered Dulcimer :	Nickie Glynn Helton
Harmonies :		Danielle Helton
Lyrics :			Tony (Phillip) Carroll
Vocals :			Tony (Phillip) Carroll
Written & Composed :	Tony (Phillip) Carroll
			
			
So I'll see you some other day
Red light shines and the shadows
Start to play and she looks
Out across this place
So I see you some other night
Spinning, shining
They will scream in spite
Of everything you do or say
Walking backwards with the one that's 
Quite insane
So I swing and sway at closing time
Tip the glass
And walk that line
And she may walk away
You never know
Fill that glass to the rim again
Take another drink
The room, it starts to spin
As she looks out across this place
Smoke can fill up an empty room
Smell the wine in the glass
And I start to swoon
As she looks out across this place
Walking backwards with the one that's half her age
So I swing and sway at closing time
Tip the glass and walk that line
And she may walk away
You never know 
So I swing and sway at closing time
Take the glass and walk that line
And she may walk away
You never know
So I see you some other day
Red light shines and the shadows
Start to play
And she looks out across this place
Smoke can fill up an empty room
Smell the wine in the glass
And I start to swoon
And she looks out across this place
Walking backwards with the one that's half her age
So I swing and sway at closing time
Take the glass and walk that line
And she may walk away
You never know
And she may walk away
You never know
			
			
Danielle Helton:		https://soundcloud.com/dnhelton 
	
Nickie Glynn Helton:	https://www.facebook.com/nickie.helton 

Tony (Phillip) Carroll:	https://soundcloud.com/tony-carroll-acoustic 
			https://twitter.com/soundsmicro 
			http://www.microsounds.org/ 
			https://www.youtube.com/TonyCarrollAcoustic 		
			http://www.tcarrollmusic.com/ 


Closing Time

Den of Thieves		
			
			
Acoustic Guitar :		Tony (Phillip) Carroll
Bass Guitar :		Matt Carroll
Harmonies :		Danielle Helton
Lyrics :			Tony (Phillip) Carroll
Ukulele :			Carter Corn
Vocals :			Tony (Phillip) Carroll
Written & Composed :	Tony (Phillip) Carroll
Xylophone :		Carter Corn
			
			
Six hands, three souls, and one dream
Crouching low, taking cover
I don't know, but it seems
Just put one foot before the other
And ride, a chain-link line
The fear is setting in, I know
Just keep pushing, not far to go
Is there honor in a den of thieves?
-------------------------------------------
It's rearranging everything
It's breaking faith, and it's spinning
It's driving home for the very first time
Headlights, dark night
Pull the shade down tight
It's driving home for the very first time
--------------------------------------------
Midnight cease-fire
Place your weapons on the floor
Breathe deep, and then sleep
Win the battle, to lose the war
It doesn't matter what you say
You can't help it, anyway
Is there honor in a den of thieves?
-----------------------------------------------
It's rearranging everything
It's breaking faith, and it's spinning
It's driving home for the very first time
Headlights, dark night
Pull the shade down tight
It's driving home for the very first time
---------------------------------------------
White light, sharp knife
Lights the way to the valley floor
Realize, in time
I can't help you any more
Two trains on one track
It's coming down the line
No looking back
There is no honor in a den of thieves
----------------------------------------------
It's rearranging everything
It's breaking faith, and it's spinning
It's driving home for the very first time
Headlights, dark night
Pull the shade down tight
It's driving home for the very first time			
			
			
Carter Corn:		https://soundcloud.com/cartercorn 
			http://www.allmusic.com/artist/carter-corn-mn0001961331 
			https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Carter-Corn-Songbook/123578527673756 
			http://www.cduniverse.com/sresult.asp?HT_Search=XARTIST&HT_Search_Info=Carter+Corn 


Danielle Helton:		https://soundcloud.com/dnhelton 

		
Tony (Phillip) Carroll:	https://soundcloud.com/tony-carroll-acoustic 
			https://twitter.com/soundsmicro 
			http://www.microsounds.org/ 
			https://www.youtube.com/TonyCarrollAcoustic 		
			http://www.tcarrollmusic.com/ 





Den of Thieves

Sleight of Hand		
			
			
Acoustic Guitar :	Tony (Phillip) Carroll
Hammered Dulcimer :Nickie Glynn Helton
Harmonies :		Danielle Helton, Tony (Phillip) Carroll
Lyrics :			Tony (Phillip) Carroll
Vocals :			Tony (Phillip) Carroll
Written & Composed :Tony (Phillip) Carroll
			
			
It's pressure
It's a reckoning
It's giving in
And it's beckoning
It's calling us in, for another round
With your winning smile, your clever grin
And your deadbolt door
Let's begin again
It really doesn't mean a thing
-------------
It's bending spoons, and a trap door
It's counting cards, and a mirror
And the hand is always faster than the eye
It's cables, and a false floor
It's a helper in the crowd I see
Nothing in your hand, nothing up your sleeve
Nothing up your sleeve
-------------
It's a game
And we're playing
And I'm hearing
What you're saying
And you're calling me in, for another round
But what's in your hand ain't adding up
It's just a game, and we're outta luck
And there's nothing in your hand that can get us out
-------------
It's bending spoons, and a trap door
It's counting cards, and a mirror
And hand is always faster than the eye
It's cables, and a false floor
It's a helper in the crowd I see
Nothing in your hand, nothing up your sleeve
Nothing up your sleeve
-------------
Mercy comes in many forms, it can raise and lay you low
Pick a card, hold it in your mind
Mercy comes in many forms, it can raise and lay you low
Pick a card, hold it in your mind
In your mind
-------------
It's bending spoons, and a trap door
It's counting cards, and a mirror
And the hand is always faster than the eye
It's cables, and a false floor
It's a helper in the crowd I see
Nothing in your hand, nothing up your sleeve
Nothing up your sleeve
			
			
Danielle Helton:		https://soundcloud.com/dnhelton 

		
Nickie Glynn Helton:	https://www.facebook.com/nickie.helton 


Tony (Phillip) Carroll:	https://soundcloud.com/tony-carroll-acoustic 
			https://twitter.com/soundsmicro 
			http://www.microsounds.org/ 
			https://www.youtube.com/TonyCarrollAcoustic 		
			http://www.tcarrollmusic.com/ 




Sleight of Hand

Cold War 		
			
Acoustic Guitar :	Tony (Philip) Carroll
Harmonica :		Carter Corn
Harmonies :		Carter Corn, Danielle Helton, Tony (Phillip) Carroll
Lyrics :			Tony (Phillip) Carroll
Ukulele :		Carter Corn
Vocals :			Tony (Phillip) Carroll
Written & Composed :Tony (Phillip) Carroll
			
			
There's nothing left to say that really hasn't been said
No stone unturned
No passage left unread
I fanned your flames
'Til the winter was gone
You should never be the only thing alive in a room
It's a cold war, and a hard floor, and a day that comes too soon
It's a hand on the door
Again, and again, and again
--------------------
A place for everything, and everything in it's place
I can't stand that sound
I can't bear the look on your face
Once a knife is thrown
You can never call it back
------------------------
It's a back porch, and a car-port, and simple things
That remind me of you
And all the things that that brings
It's a hand on the door
Again, and again, and again
------------------------
Cold war is a cycle of repeating mistakes
It's the crack in your voice, and the look on your face
One quick turn-around, and it's going down today
Standing down, and the cycle breaks
------------------------------------
Box-up all the sweaters, get that summer dress
Open up the windows, let it in
The cold war is over, quickly grab your things and begin
--------------------------------------
Cold war is a cycle of repeating mistakes
It's the crack in your voice, and the look on your face
One quick turn-around, and it's going down today
Standing down, and the cycle breaks
Standing down and the cycle breaks
			
			
Carter Corn:	https://soundcloud.com/cartercorn 
			http://www.allmusic.com/artist/carter-corn-mn0001961331 
			https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Carter-Corn-Songbook/123578527673756 
			http://www.cduniverse.com/sresult.asp?HT_Search=XARTIST&HT_Search_Info=Carter+Corn 


Danielle Helton:	https://soundcloud.com/dnhelton 

		
Tony (Phillip) Carroll:	https://soundcloud.com/tony-carroll-acoustic 
			https://twitter.com/soundsmicro 
			http://www.microsounds.org/ 
			https://www.youtube.com/TonyCarrollAcoustic 		
			http://www.tcarrollmusic.com/ 




Cold War

July		
			
Acoustic Guitar :	Tony (Phillip) Carroll
Bass Guitar :		Matt Carroll
Harmonies :		Danielle Helton
Lyrics :			Tony (Phillip) Carroll
Slide Guitar :		Brett Jockell
Ukulele :		Carter Corn
Vocals :			Tony (Phillip) Carroll
Written & Composed :Josh Adams, Tony (Phillip) Carroll
			
			
Can you see it?
Decorate your arms with secrets
Tell me you didn't mean it
And we're facing each other
And we bury one another
Now, let's go to your eyes
Playing with the light
Smear those words all across your face
It's a slow-burn
Venom in your veins
-------------------------------------------------
Southern accent, on a porch swing
Sleepers living the wrong dream
Mason jars, and torn-up cars
There's always time for the wrong things
Now, let's go to the night
When everything stood on the line
You tore across a room, like a hurricane
It's a slow burn
Venom in your veins
------------------------------------------------
Now, let's go to the place
Where the shadows didn't fall on your face
One last kiss, by the river-side
It's a slow-burn
Venom in your eye
----------------------------------------------
Flying like a rocket in the July sun
Listening for secrets in the power line hum
The story traced in concrete
Come to me, now, darling
The clock-tower's ringing
The town square is singing
Children dance with lightning
A story traced on dead leaves
Come to me, now, darling
			
			
Brett Jockell:	http://lastdance-heavyj.blogspot.com/ 
			http://www.myspace.com/brettjockell 
			https://www.facebook.com/brett.jockell 
			http://youtu.be/bVOShwCtMP8 
						
Carter Corn:	https://soundcloud.com/cartercorn 
			http://www.allmusic.com/artist/carter-corn-mn0001961331 
			https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Carter-Corn-Songbook/123578527673756 
			http://www.cduniverse.com/sresult.asp?HT_Search=XARTIST&HT_Search_Info=Carter+Corn 

Danielle Helton:	https://soundcloud.com/dnhelton 
						
Josh Adams:http://www.softparade.org/ 
			https://twitter.com/softparades 
	
Tony (Phillip) Carroll:	https://soundcloud.com/tony-carroll-acoustic 
			https://twitter.com/soundsmicro 
			http://www.microsounds.org/ 
			https://www.youtube.com/TonyCarrollAcoustic 		
			http://www.tcarrollmusic.com/ 
			
