Delicate

I'm sorry I still love you ever so much
I'm sorry I still wish so for your touch,
I'm sorry, I'm a man, and we don't state
What we feel, out loud, it's just our trait ...

Our pain, we keep hidden inside,
By our fate we always try to abide,
But you, the only one I e'er held dear,
Whether near, or far, all through these years

I can't help loving you
I can't help wanting you
I can't help missing you
I can't help wishing for you ...

***

In silence I dream of you,
In prayer I beg for you,

Just you ...

Just you ...

You.

© 2016-2025 All Rights Reserved Bud Merritt & floyd jane
Janice Merritt: lead vocal
floyd jane: lyric and harmony vocal
Peter Fulham: guitar solos and fills
Bud Merritt: lyric, mix, mastering & photo

It may seem distant but the right track is out there ... somewhere.

The Right Track
too long in this town, too long in shadow
roads lead out, where do they go?
this might be someone's idea of good old days
not mine i'm parting ways

Chorus

i'm leaving
some might think on a wing and a prayer
but there's got to be peace
between here and somewhere
sun on my face, wind at my back
i'm finally... on the right track

day by day, time gets shorter
while my bucket list just runs over
some things age well like a fine old wine
but a spirit chained
will die in time (so...)

Chorus

Bridge

friends say slow down don't go
but what the hell could they know
i got boots older than most of them
and I ain't leaving on a whim

Chorus

The Right Track

CRIM HIST 0607

On a rainy corner of Bleecker and somewhere
A guy’s selling bootlegs of the musical “Hair”
He’s got a Dead Kennedys t-shirt full of stains
And a head full of smoke and graffiti brains
Some preacher’s got a cape and a bluetooth mic
Says “the end is near” well maybe tonight

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la

Now Maria from the Village used to take ballet and tea
Now she’s pouring drinks down on Avenue D
She says she’s going to Paris and Spain someday
But her passport’s expired and her hair’s gone gray
She says “life’s a curse when you’ve got too much soul”
Then she laughs at herself and plays some rock and roll

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la 

There’s Frankie with a limp by the laundromat light
Lost a toe and his luck in a Bushwick fight
Tells me stories about a dancer he once knew
With a husky voice and a switch-up crew
Now he fixes bikes and belts out Springsteen tunes
Says “the world’s lost rhythm but I keep the groove”

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la 

Newsstand headlines scream of fire and floods
But the bodega cat doesn’t hold a grudge
The cops crack wise on a midnight beat
While the rappers trade lines on Delancey Street
I passed by your old place it’s a weed shop now
But I swear I saw you in the crowd somehow

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la 

Steam rises up through an old metal grate
Like the city’s exhaling all of its grief and weight
A kid tags a mural with a trembling hand
Says “my father got ghosted in Afghanistan”
But an old folkie down on Canal and West
Strums “New Morning” in a brown tweed vest

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la

World Rolls On (with Joliz)

Sit in your favorite chair, drink your favorite drink, and let your mind wonder, weaving in and out of consciousness.

Via my keyboard controller I am playing the strings and basses.  Via my breath and keyboard controllers I am playing the soprano and alto choir parts and the alto flute.  Band-in-a-Box is supplying the EP and nylon string tracks using my sound sources.



Peaceful Visions

I'm mad as hell, well no not really! I finally got these old arthritic fingers moving a little so I thought "lets do a blues jam"! So I did but a blues song title like "this apple pie sure looks good" just doesn't cut it.  Hence the title of this song.

I am playing the bass, guitar, and via my
keyboard controller the Arturia B3.  Band-in-a-Box is supplying the drum track using my sound sources.

I'm Mad As Hell

My Dear

I was dreamin’ of a city
Where the buildings live forever         
Some brick and steel painting        
Like a shadow and an echo
            
Middle of October   
Sky gettin’ colder          
Wind hittin’ harder         
Like it’s tryin’ to tell ya somethin’
            
The streetlights sputter sermons
mm-hmm          
And it kinda makes me nervous
uh-huh

Well some folks speak a language         
The city don’t wanna learn        
Written in the alleys
And the barrels that still burn

Drill gang on the corner         
Spittin’ like a drummer           
But the bullets still fly          
Just chasin’ down the summer
        
I was dreamin’ of that city       
Dreamin’ of that sorrow         
Clock says it’s October           
But it’s already tomorrow

Dreamin' Of A City

It was winter on the Bowery
Where the snow turned grey
And the streetlights look tired
Everybody’s chasing something
You were up against the door
Smoking that last cigarette
Like it was the only thing
Worth paying attention to
And I thought
Maybe I could be the next one
So I moved over to listen
Yeah just to listen

Inside Blondie was playing
Debbie’s voice cut the static
Telling every lost soul in the room
“You don’t have to stay stuck here forever”
You grabbed my hand and said
“She’s gonna be big someday”
I believed you
But I didn’t say a word
Sometimes silence
Feels safer than talking
I could feel your heartbeat
With every song

Blondie played 
And the city shook 
We were strangers
Pages in a book
Nothing promised
Nothing made
On the night 
Blondie played

I never caught your name
Saw you once months later
Laughing with somebody else
At a bus stop near Astor Place
And I thought
Yeah that’s the way this city loves you
Quick and hard
And then it moves on without apology

Blondie played 
And the city shook 
We were strangers
Pages in a book
Nothing promised
Nothing made
On the night 
Blondie played

Blondie Played (with Joliz)

This song is dedicated to the sublime sounds of Joliz and the poetic words of Hans H. Hiebel… https://soundcloud.com/user-198565200/augenblick

I had an old blue car no Cadillac
The sun in the morning at my back
Driving east follow the railroad tracks
Until I reach Montauk Point

Little summer towns all dressed in pink
A million places to stop and think
Throw a stone catch it before it sinks
Be back before the setting of the sun
Seemed easy like breathing when I was 21

I dreamed of Berlin and Amsterdam
Neon lights and a one way plan
Passport pages in a shaky hand
Standing in the line to board the plane

The night came soft with a lullaby
Backseat blanket and a blood-red sky
A girl named Jean with the clearest eyes
Said she’d wait but she cut and run
That’s how it goes when your 21

Worked as a DJ in a bayside town
AM/FM radio playing the sound
Of Sinatra, Chapin, and some old Motown
While kids played under the pier

Played midnight songs for the drunks and losers
Waited for dawn with the coffee boozers
Wrote some lyrics about shakers and movers
How they burned out just for fun
It was a flash and a bang when I was 21

Now I pass these roads from time to time 
The sun gets tangled in the power lines
I roll the window down shift to drive
But the past just fades and comes undone
Seemed easy like breathing when I was 21

You

James Delsono

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