IT’S ALL THE SAME

A follow up folk tune, based on one recorded take without a metronome. A song about a stage performer confusing adoration for love.

Yours to take

Circle of Willis

Evelyn watched her parents
Drink themselves to death
Her aunt and uncle took her in
With her brother, Jeff 
And something inside her resisted
The life of a post-war girl
And people around that little town  
Asked, “What in the world?”

The focus of attention 
In any room she entered 
Evelyn in her twenties
Was joyous and centered 
She wasn’t going to be a mother
Or a stay at home wife 
Sister Mary Keith
Would be a bride of Christ 

Evelyn
Bright as fire
Bright as lights
Around a field
Found her calling 
In the convent
As the bells of St. Mary’s peeled
But in time she knew 
What she really wanted 
A different kind of sisterhood 
She was out there somewhere
Out of touch
But she was happy and life was good

Evelyn had a nephew 
And a feeling about young Jack
He needed her protection
And so she was back
She’d known it from the start 
Oh, they were two of a kind 
She held him close and gave him hope 
Watching the eighties unwind 

Evelyn
Bright as fire
Bright as lights
Around a field
Found her calling 
In the convent
As the bells of St. Mary’s peeled
But in time she knew 
What she really wanted 
A different kind of sisterhood 
She was out there somewhere
Out of touch
But she was happy and life was good

Jack struggled for his health
To keep the seesaw even-keeled
And felt a stab of self-hatred 
Every time he kneeled
Holding the two halves together
The bible and the man of his dreams
Survived by beloved Aunt Evie
And the echoes of her screams

Evelyn
Bright as fire
Bright as lights
Around a field
Found her calling 
In the convent
As the bells of St. Mary’s peeled
But in time she knew 
What she really wanted 
A different kind of sisterhood 
She was out there somewhere
Out of touch
But she was happy and life was good

And in time she knew 
What she really wanted 
A different kind of sisterhood 
She was out there somewhere
Out of touch
But she was happy and life was good

She was out there somewhere
Out of touch
But she was happy and life was good

(c) 2025 Darryl Wright. All rights reserved.

Evelyn


“Beautiful Things” Paper Moons Mix

Vocals & lyrics by @wild-christopher-lyrics.
Guitar: @angelo-annicchiarico-1

Beautiful morning
Beautiful day
There may be sunshine
There may be rain

I took a new road on my way to work today
I saw beautiful things
I saw beautiful things

Sometimes my life it tries to get so mundane
So given a choice between the numb 
I’ll embrace the pain

We are all terminal
You know it’s what they say
This life it’s incurable
It’s just a matter of the day

We all know this
But we choose not to believe
We exist in oblivion
We limit what we see

Sing off key
Live out of control
The best part of living
Is not knowing what tomorrow holds

Hold on to your loved ones
Or hold on to your gold
Cling to worldly possessions
Or fortify your homes

I saw a girl standing
She was standing alone
I stopped and said hello
When I left, she was all aglow

We don’t know the difference 
The difference we can make
The road you don’t go down
The chances you don’t take

Sometimes we trip
Sometimes we’ll take a fall
But I’d rather stumble then never know, 
never know at all

Sing off key
Sing out of control
The best part of living
Is not knowing what tomorrow holds

Beautiful morning
Beautiful day
There may be sunshine
There may be some rain

I took a new road 
On my way to work today
I saw beautiful things
I saw beautiful things

Music by Caedmon Rigby and Angelo Annicchiarico
Lyrics by Chris Barnett for Questionable Enterprises LLC. © 2024

Beautiful Things (Paper Moons Mix)

Sin ti ( Radio Edit )

They shoved me in the basement, where the light don’t glow
Took my desk, my coffee cup, but there’s one thing they don’t know
I’ve got a fiery treasure, bright against the gray
My red stapler’s my salvation, it’s my only getaway

Oh, red stapler, hold me tight
In this cubicle jungle, you’re my light
When the world burns down, I’ll smile and choose
To walk away singin’ the Red Stapler Blues

The boss can take my paycheck, the copier can jam
But my little red stapler says, “Stick it to the man”
It’s more than just an office tool, it’s my sacred fight
A tiny piece of justice in the corporate night

Oh, red stapler, hold me tight
In this cubicle jungle, you’re my light
When the world burns down, I’ll smile and choose
To walk away singin’ the Red Stapler Blues

Oh, red stapler, hold me tight
Shine like fire in the spotlight
Staple the blues, staple 'em true
Red stapler, I believe in you!

Red Stapler

Like Champagne

A track about the struggles of dealing with depression and unemployment at the same time

The only one

A song of re-assurance and connection. Written in 2002.

Shadow

Imagination

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Sin ti ( Radio Edit )

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