WE GOT THAT
(MB. Stone/J. Slyzelia)
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Hey Sugar
I've got no idea how, but we’re gonna make it happen [do do do do do]
Big ole house, creek out back, fishies biting, turtles snappin [do do do do do]
Couple shade trees in the yard, gonna keep your hammock swinging [do do do do do]
Baby, can't you see it now, everything that we've been dreamin

To have all that, honey, gonna take a little while
Lotta luck and money, gonna be an uphill climb
But there’s time, we got trust, we got faith, we got love
And that feeling of I-got-your-back
We got that
We got that [we got that]

Hey baby
Come a little closer now and let's talk some more about it [do do do do do]
We get smarter with each kiss, there's no doubt we'll figure out it [do do do do do]
Baby, can’t you see it now, everything we've ever wanted

CHORUS

[We got that] everything we've ever wanted, baby, yeah
[We got that] now can you wrap your heart around it, round it

We got time, we got trust, we got faith, we got love
And that feeling of I-got-your-back
We got that[do do do do do]
We got that[do do do do do]
We got that [we got that]
We got it, got it
We got that

We Got That - demo

Paint Your Toes

IF YOU’RE EVER IN GEORGIA
Words & Music by MaryBeth Stone and David Stewart
stonepulsemusic@gmail.com ~ 917 553 6351

Small-town Ohio was too small
For this heart you broke
I tried living in Columbus
It was still way too close
So I just started driving 
Turned off the GPS
Wound up in the Peach State, baby
Thinking, “I’ll try this, I guess”

So if you're ever in Georgia  
Have an extra-large Coke - it tastes better in Atlanta - 
Then head down to Savannah, all southern charm and Spanish moss
The perfect place to take a pause 
If you’re ever in Georgia
Be sure to get your fix
Of their famous shrimp and grits down by the shore
But don’t look for me - I don’t live there any more

I headed west cross the prairie
For wide open space
Get you out of my head, girl
Stop seeing your face
I was hoping for comfort
Some weight off my heart
Out there with all that cactus
And way more prairie dogs than cars

So if you’re ever in New Mexico
Meditate in Taos, where the wildflowers are flaming
Like a Georgia O’Keeffe painting, get a bolo made of turquoise
Put a little Spanish in your voice
If you’re ever in New Mexico
That enchanted land
With the rolling Rio Grande outside your door
Don’t look for me - I don’t live there any more

I’ve gone west, I’ve gone east, but I haven't found peace
In any place that I’ve been
No matter what I see or do, I wind up wishing for you
And I'm right back where I started again

Well, if you're ever in Georgia  
Have an extra-large Coke - it tastes better in Atlanta -
Then head down to Savannah, all southern charm and Spanish moss
The perfect place to take a pause [on a shady porch]
If you’re ever in Georgia
Be sure to get your fix
Of their famous shrimp and grits down by the shore
But don’t look for me - I don't know where I'll be
I don’t live there any more

If You're Ever In Georgia

MACIE’S DANCE

Macie sees mystery 
In light filtering through the trees
In clouds that to her seem like pillows
She can’t say her ABC’s
Can’t count 123
But she’s more than they hoped she’d be at six years old
	
She goes up and down
She’s a merry-go-round
Magical ponies prance
She’s steadied by Grandpa's hands
That’s Macie’s dance

He watches her play her game
It’s Go Fishin’ every day
That little plastic lake just enchants her
This ain’t no life, some would say
But he smiles as she makes her way
 The joy on her face; that’s his answer

She goes up and down
She’s a merry-go-round
Magical ponies prance
She’s steadied by Grandpa's hands
That’s Macie’s dance

Grandpa tucks her in
Tomorrow, they’ll do it again

She’ll go up and down
She’s a merry-go-round
Magical ponies prance
She’s steadied by Grandpa's hands
He understands
That’s Macie’s dance

©2022 Joanie Bowles/Jeffrey Gale/MaryBeth Stone
All rights reserved.
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Macie's Dance

MORNING GREEN
(music & lyrics by Joanie Bowles/MaryBeth Stone)
stonepulsemusic@gmail.com ~ 917 553 6351

Morning Green took one last look at the mountains
And she whispered goodbye
Private Aaron was there, thanks to Andrew Jackson	
That farmboy took her from her home, they both tried not to cry
On that grim parade west to Oklahoma   
[She sang] Adageyudi

It means “love” in Cherokee
She made up the melody
Morning Green
On the Trail of Tears
How he loved to hear her
Adageyudi
Morning Green
Morning Green

It was cold one night near the Mississippi
When Aaron’s fever set in
He was dreamin’ of demons, burning a holy city
Morning Green stayed right beside him holding his hand
Calling on the only medicine she knew [She sang]

Adageyudi
It means “love” in Cherokee
That was her remedy
Morning Green
Praying through her tears
That somehow he would hear her
Adageyudi
Morning Green

			The family Bible says they took their vows in 1838
No one recollects the rest of their story today
It’s lost like a feather, tossed in the wind
But her spirit comes alive again
 	When their children’s children’s children sing the song she sang

Adageyudi
It means “love” in Cherokee
She made up the melody
Morning Green
On the Trail of Tears
How he loved to hear her
Adageyudi
Morning Green
Morning Green
Morning Green
Morning Green

Morning Green

OUT OF THE BLUES
music & lyrics by MaryBeth Stone & David Stewart

I was looking up at zero
Lowdown as a girl can get
I was beat, I was broken, I was boozin, I was smokin
Anything I could stuff in a cigarette
Unlucky, lonely and lost
Never thought I'd get out of the blues

Then he walked in just before last call 
Like lightning from the sky
I had never seen nothing like him
Everything changed, in the wink of his eye
I went from stoned to stunned
Could he be the one to take me out of the blues?

Out of the blues, out of the dark
Out of the cold and into his arms
He's out of this world, now I understand
How good it can get when it gets out of hand
Snap, snap, just like that, out of the blues	

Why am I fool enough to think
He's gonna stick with me when nobody else ever has
All I know is when he kisses me
He takes away the taste of the past
So I savor every moment, every day
I'm gonna stay out of the blues

Out of the blues, out of the dark
Out of the cold and into his arms
He's out of this world, now I understand
How good it can get when it gets out of hand
Snap, snap, just like that, out of the blues	
Snap, snap, just like that, out of the blues

Unknown album (12/10/2022 10:08:12 AM)

Out of the Blues

Words and music by Mary Beth Stone
Vocal:  Mary Beth Stone
Piano:  Mary Beth Stone

Doesn’t anybody think about the horses?
They must get tired, carting us around
We harness them and drive them, take away their choices
When they get old, we put ‘em down
We put ‘em down

Sometimes I stop and visit with the horses
Reminisce about when I was a child
We’d play, we’d neigh at the top of our voices
Imagination running wild
Running wild

I won’t preach
That’s not me
But still I just have to ask
Isn’t it time now
For us to climb down
Get off their weary backs

Doesn’t anybody wonder about the horses?
Maybe they're wishing for a different life
Far away from us and all our city noises
Where they'd be more than just a ride
Just a horsey ride

Can’t you see, friend
We don’t need them
The way we did in the past
Isn’t it time now
For us to climb down
Set them free at last

Doesn’t anybody dream about the horses?
Galloping away on the Wyoming plains
They live and die there from natural causes
Nothing but the wind in their manes
In their manes

Doesn’t anybody think about the poor horses?


Doesn't Anybody Think About the Horses?

Yuletidin' With You - J4

A LITTLE HANUKKAH
Words & Music by MaryBeth Stone

Hanukkah, Hanukkah
Everybody loves a little...
Hanukkah, Hanukkah-ah
Everybody loves a little Hanukkah
                                
Let's celebrate
The Festival of Lights
Not just for a day
But for eight, great nights

CHORUS

Those Macabees, they straightened out the Greeks
That oil kept burning miraculously

CHORUS

Go get you some latkes and sufganiyot
Go spin that dreidel for chocolate gelt

CHORUS

Hanukkah, Hanukkah
All y'all love a little...
Hanukkah, Hanukkah-ah
Everybody loves a little Hanukkah

A Little Hanukkah

We Got That - Fox Menagerie

Second Favorite Things

Music and lyrics by MaryBeth Stone and David Stewarwt

We been busting our butts all week long
Dreaming bout Friday, getting our freak on
Gotta break out, just like King Kong, yeah
Gonna fly high gonna shoot us some Cuervo 
Take a detour from the straight and narrow                                                                                           
Look 'em in the eye when they say dontcha dare go there

Nobody better try to tell us that we can't
Us against the world, the world ain't got a chance
We just gotta choose to refuse to lose [and]
Everyone's a winner [everyone's a winner]
Everyone's a winner [everyone's a winner]

Everybody here got their own flavor
Look left, look right, howdy, neighbor
Doin’ our own thing makes us greater, now
Mixin’ it up like a drink in the blender
Do it ourselves, no bartender
Singin’ it out and singin’ it together, loud

Nobody better try to tell us that we can't
Us against the world, the world ain't got a chance
We just gotta choose to refuse to lose [and]
Everyone's a winner [everyone's a winner]
Everyone's a winner [everyone's a winner]
Everyone's a winner
Everyone's a winner

You can be a welder, you can be a waitress
Write your own story, make your own playlist
Bet on yourself like you're in Vegas, yeah

Nobody better try to tell us that we can't
Us against the world, the world ain't got a chance
We just gotta choose to refuse to lose [and]
Everyone's a winner [everyone's a winner]
Everyone's a winner [everyone's a winner]
Everyone's a winner
Everyone's a winner
Everyone's a winner

Unknown album (11/11/2019 3:27:15 PM)

Everyone's A Winner

HOW DO YOU KNOW
(David Stewart/MaryBeth Stone)

They say a category 4 is coming
Breaking news on every single channel on TV
Still, some folks stay listening to the rain on the roof drumming
Though their phones are flashing “Get out - you need to leave”

How do you know…what you don’t know
How do you know…when it’s time to go                       
Does that clock on the wall
Say, hey, that’s all
It’s over, end of show
How do you know
How do you know 

Four years at your job, or is it five now
You could do it in your sleep, the same damn routine               
Yeah, it’s a living, but tell me do you really feel alive now
It’s feeding your body, but is it starving your dreams

CHORUS

You see your man staring far off into the distance
And you’re thinking he’s not thinking about you any more
There’s that little voice in your head; you wonder should you be listening
When it’s telling you to check out the life outside your door [but]

	CHORUS

Does the calendar say
Let’s call it a day
It’s over, adios
How do you know
How do you know


How Do You Know?

Words and Music by Mary Beth Stone and Rob Taube

Oh, my grandma's simple wooden house on the hill
Looks down on cookie-cutter mansions those big contractors build
She remembers when it all was open fields
Before those lyin' lawyers tried to make her make a deal

She says I'll stay no matter what
It’s my life, it’s what I love
And what I love will never be for sale
I was married right here on this porch
I'll be buried at the church next door
‘Til then I'll fight you tooth and nail…for
The last farm left in Hardin County 

They're like coyotes at a kill, in their thousand-dollar suits
Waving checks in her face, as if she hasn't got a clue
If they'd open up their eyes, they'd see things they'd never seen
A different kind of riches, a deeper shade of green

	CHORUS

I wore out these hands, working this land, my kids played in this yard
Can't you see tearing down this house would be like tearing out my heart

So I'll stay no matter what
This patch of dirt is all I got
Why can't you understand, it's not for sale
I was married right here on this porch
I'll be buried at the church next door
‘Til then I'll fight you tooth and nail…for
The last farm left in Hardin County
The last farm left in Hardin County 


The Last Farm Left in Hardin County

The Way He Loves That Guitar

Words and Music by Mary Beth Stone and David Stewart
Produced by Jim Prendergast at Sound Kitchen
Vocals by Danni Ri

Ring around the rosy, remember how we played
You were six, you thought I was big cause I was eight
Every time you got in trouble, you'd run to me
I had all the answers, as far as you could see
Now here you are in tears again
Looking like you need a friend
He ain't worth it, but go ahead and cry

We all fall down
Try to put our broken pieces back together
We all fall down
And time finds a way to make it better
It's not just you
For as long as this world's been spinning round and round and round and round
We all have to rise from the ashes 
Cause we all fall down

I know you think you blew it, I know you think you failed
You didn't get the happy-ever-after fairytale
That just makes you human, don't it now?
And it seems to me there's lots of blame to go around
He's like a bully at the jungle gym
So come on, stop defending him
The games may change but they're still just games

We all fall down
Try to put our broken pieces back together
We all fall down
And time finds a way to make it better
It's not just you
For as long as this world's been spinning round and round and round and round
We all have to rise from the ashes 
Cause we all fall down
	
		And that's OK
		We're all links in this lovely crazy daisy chain
	
We all fall down
Yeah, as long as this world's been spinning round and round and round and round
We all have to rise from the ashes
Cause we all fall down





Unknown album (7/20/2016 10:22:45 AM)

We All Fall Down

AIN'T THAT WHAT LIVING IS?
(©Mary Beth Stone/Bonnie Warren)

My Grandma and Grandpa, every week at Sunday dinner
Her hair is getting grayer, his arms are getting thinner
But he's still winking at her like they're back in high school
She's still just as flattered as if it all were brand new
Anyone can see they've always put love first
Through the years, side by side, always him and her
	
They went dancing every Friday, the life of every party
Laughing all the time like they were kids
Thanking God for what He gave 'em, never complaining
Put their hearts in everything they did
Ain't that what living is?
Ain't that what living is?

Every single summer, they'd take the family traveling
Swimming at the lake, campfires at the cabin
They knew everyone in town, every name of every neighbor
They'd never turn you down, if you asked them for a favor
They're moving slower lately, but, hey, look at them
Still grooving to the radio, like they did back when

CHORUS
	
Sometimes my life gets so insane
But as they sit and reminisce, I see there's a better way
I love to hear about those days...
	
They went dancing every Friday, the life of every party
Laughing all the time like they were kids
Thanking God for what He gave 'em, never complaining
Put their hearts in everything they did
Never went to sleep without a goodnight kiss
Ain't that what living is?
Ain't that what living is?

Unknown album (9/26/2016 3:47:17 PM)

Ain't That What Living Is?

NOMINEE, 2017 POSI MUSIC AWARDS!

BE THE LIGHT
©Mary Beth Stone/Joe Slyzelia ~ 615 982 8610 ~ stonepulsemusic@gmail.com
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Let your own light shine like a lightning bug
So that you can always see the path to love
No, you don't need the north star to steer you to what's right
Yeah, you can be the light

Maybe someone told you that it really isn't cool
To sing your little heart out or be the smartest one in school
Well, could this be your moment, a chance to change your mind
Yeah, you could be the light

And when the morning comes, you could be the sun
Rising on the dark side of the moon
A candle in the storm, yeah, you could be the one
Glowing in somebody's living room

There's a darkness hiding in every town everywhere
Some folks when they see it, they pretend it isn't there
If no one else is strong enough to stand up for what's right
Yeah, you can be the light

It's time to show the whole world who you are; stars were born to shine
Yeah, you can be the light

Joe Sly Music

Be the Light

WRESTLING WITH THE DEAD
(MB. Stone/J. Bowles)
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Standing in the check-out line
A little boy begins to whine
His daddy takes a backhand to his cheek
As I watch through my own tears
His cryin' echoes through the years
To the bitter brokenness in me

	[And] I'm wrestling with the dead
	I thought I'd laid to rest
	Rising up to hunt me down again and again
	A nightmare of neglect
	By those who should protect
	It's all still in my head
	I'm wrestling with the dead

Life is good; there's nothing wrong
Southern Comfort keeps me warm
Tucks me in like I'm a cherished child
Dreaming of a dreamless sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
From the hell that lurks inside my mind

	CHORUS

		If I can't forget, how can I forgive
		If I can't forgive, how can I really live

	So I'm wrestling with the dead
	I thought I'd laid to rest
	Rising up to hunt me down again and again
	I haven't beat 'em yet
	But I'll fight 'til my last breath
	To get them out of my head
	Yeah, I'm wrestling with the dead
	Wrestling with the dead

Unknown album (5/26/2018 3:38:37 PM)

Wrestling with the Dead

ONE SINGLE SHOT
(MaryBeth Stone/Joanie Bowles)
615 982 8610 ~ stonepulsemusic@gmail.com
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He cocks the hammer
He pulls the trigger
The flint strikes the steel and makes a spark
The spark lights the powder
A blast of lead and smoke
As the musket kicks back against his arm

	One single shot that changed the course of history
	One single shot that changed the arc of time
	Nothing could stop the march of democracy
	New nation born, new flag unfurled
	It was the shot heard round the world
	One single shot

He doesn't know they'll go
From Lexington to Concord
He doesn't know how far that fight will reach
From thirteen fledgling colonies
Nestled near the shore
To an eagle soaring, sea to shining sea
	
	One single shot changed the course of history
	One single shot changed the arc of time
	Nothing could stop the march of democracy
	New nation born, new flag unfurled
	It was the shot heard round the world
	One single shot
		
		Oh, say, can you see what I see
		One tiny act can unleash a destiny

	One single shot changed the course of history
	One single shot changed the arc of time
	Nothing can stop the march of democracy
	New nation born, new flag unfurled
	It was the shot heard round the world
	A flash of revolutionary light
	One single shot
		
He cocks the hammer
He pulls the trigger
The flint strikes the steel and makes a spark

OneSingleShot(c)MBStone-JBowles

One Single Shot

PEDESTAL
(MB Stone/D Stewart) ~ 615 982 8610 ~ stonepulsemusic@gmail.com

Since I’ve been with you, girl, I’ve been flying high
I want to believe that you’re the one
But you look at me like I'm some perfect guy
Lord knows I'm not, so, honey, don't build me up

I just want to get down, put my feet on the ground, stand next to you
That's where I want to be, baby, why can't you see, there ain't room enough for two
               
On this pedestal
The air's too thin to breathe
On this pedestal
You're too far away from me
My love for you's the one thing I do that's exceptional
But I'd be better at it yet
If you'd just let...
Let me off this pedestal

Hasn't anybody ever told you
You've got it going on nine ways to Sunday
And if I've got half the mojo you think I do
I'm gonna make you see it one day

We'll be on solid ground, can't you picture it now, I can see it so clear
Then we'll be good to go, cause there's one thing I know, there ain't room for two up here

On this pedestal
The air's too thin to breathe
On this pedestal
You're too far away from me
My love for you's the one thing I do that's exceptional
But I'd be better at it yet
If you'd just let...
Let me off this pedestal...

The air's too thin to breathe
On this pedestal
You're too far away from me
But every time you're by my side, it feels incredible
My love for you's the one thing I do that's exceptional
But I'd be better at it yet
If you'd just...
Let me off this pedestal

Unknown album (8/11/2018 11:57:46 AM)

Pedestal

SERIOUSLY
Words & Music by MaryBeth Stone & Mark Barnowski
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stonepulsemusic@gmail.com

Hey boy ya think I'm stupid
Hey boy this time you blew it
That girl I just knew it
Didja really think I wouldn't see
Seriously
Hello are you even listening
Is she the next one you'll be dissin
Are you crazy are you kiddin
Should taken me seriously

Seriously
You messed up the biggest rush you'll ever feel
Seriously
You're outta rope this ain't no joke and now you're history
Cause you just won't take me seriously

You're always lookin for something better
I swear I'm gonna tell her
How you once told me forever
You can't be taken seriously

Seriously
You messed up the biggest rush you'll ever feel
Seriously
You're outta rope this ain't no joke and now you're history
Cause you just won't take me seriously

Seriously
I'm the sweetest buzz the biggest rush you'll ever feel
You're outta rope this ain't no joke this is for real
You're not all that I won't be back that's the deal
Cause you just won't take me seriously

Seriously

TOO MUCH
(Bailey Morgan/Joe Slyzelia/MaryBeth Stone)
stonepulsemusic@gmail.com
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There’s no time to take it slow
These days it's always go go go
Sucks when we get out of touch
So much stress and overwhelm 
Can't be good for our mental health
Baby ain’t it all too much

Let's get away from the day-to-day traffic
Breathe a little bit of mountain-air magic

In our pretty middle-of-nowhere
Cabin in the woods,
Baby life is good
Let's take it back to the basics
When it's just you and me
There's no such thing
As too much

Underneath a zillion stars 
Way out there where the wild things are
Don’t need anything but you
So kiss me another thousand times
It won’t get old, I won’t get tired
Doing nothing, loving you

We’re close enough to make it all happen
We can breathe a little bit of mountain-air magic 

CHORUS

Mary Beth Stone

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