Circling Back: Selected Works of POSTCARD COMETS

2019 mix.
Robert "Buck" Wilburn – electric guitar 
David Partridge – Lead vocals, acoustic guitar, keyboards
Howard Rabkin- bass
Produced by David Partridge for Blue Window Media Inc. 
Remixed in Nova Scotia.

IT WAS AUTUMN 
Slipping into a memory, some tenderness for the ache
Too much dreaming can make you spin
Like leaves into the lake
But golds and reds at the water’s edge
Don’t seem to make me blue
‘Cause it was autumn when I first saw you.

Every time that I take a step I hear that crumbling sound.
Too much dreaming can crack you like
The chestnuts on the ground.
A touch of frost and the summer’s lost
But still the sun streams through
And it was autumn when I first saw you.

When there’s frost on the pumpkin,
There’s a chill on the town
But there’s grain in the silo
When the wheat stalk is brown.

Slipping into a memory, got some bruises to ease.
Too much dreaming can empty you
Like wind in weary trees.
August dies in September skies
But still, the sky is blue 
And it was autumn when I first saw you.

Words and music by David Partridge

Circling Back: Selected Works of Postcard Comets

IT WAS AUTUMN (Remastered)

2019 remix!
Robert Buck Wilburn - dobro, acoustic guitar
David Partridge – vocals, acoustic guitar, keyboards, percussion
Howard Rabkin – bass
Produced by David Partridge for Blue Window Media Inc.
Words and Music by David Partridge

FARAWAY
Halfhearted, half way there, 
I’m half awake, half saneAnd all the baggage that I bear 
Is not in the belly of this plane.I have scars from ancient angry nights,
New bruises from the streetAnd memories of the strength to fight 
The winter wind and summer heat.

CHORUS: 
I’ve been soul singed and dream drained,Wished out and winded a gain.I’m in need of the part that pumps hope to the heartLike the face of my faraway friend.  
      
The same pale lights and distant homes  
From this same window seatThe same relentless hiss and drone, 
The same faint odour of defeat.As a child I dreamed of speed & space 
With longing you could see.Now the longing has a darker face; 
The earth comes flying up at me.REPEAT CHORUS

BRIDGE: 
 Taste adventure North and South, 
 Slightly sour in your mouth. Every ticket bears your name, 
 Every airport feels the same. Has the distance left its mark? 
The running lights, the punctured dark,  
The dark…

REPEAT CHORUS

FARAWAY (Remastered)

David Partridge– acoustic guitar, keys, vocals.
Campbell McCrae– lead guitar
Produced for Blue Window Media Inc. by David Partridge
Mixed in Nova Scotia
Words and music by David Partridge

FOOTPRINTS

Morning comes and she is gone. Why?  Well, I should know:
Nightfall leaves, upon my lawn, these footprints in the snow.
You know that there’s heartache in these indentations 
 Laid out in a row. 
I say, ”Stay.”  She turns away; she says, “I have to go.”
Those fresh footprints look blue.

She longs for an evening fire; She’s drawn to my bed.
She must wake up somewhere else, reticence unsaid.
You know that I see her reservations  in these
Flaws in fallen snow
She moves on, I’m left behind, just footprints left to show
What she already knew.

She has to be home by daylight; 
Steady tracks tattoo the snow.
She’s alright knowing it’s not right;
She braves the cold for the glow
Does she know you already know?

Sunrise soon; she's restless, so she will move along
But come her blues, those pretty shoes re-autograph my lawn 
You know I can see heartache each time her breath leaves
Frost upon my pane.
I cannot turn her away, re-minding me again,
What a footprint can do.

FOOTPRINTS (Remastered)

2019 mix.
Robert "Buck" Wilburn– dobro, harmony vocal
Larry Goguen– harmony vocal
David Partridge– guitars, keys, lead vocal
Produced for Blue Window Media Inc. by David Partridge

CATCH AND RELEASE
You ran a little faster and you caught me
I’m not entirely sure it was your plan
I can’t say for certain that you sought me
But you’re a little swifter than I am.
And so, I’d like to know
Your true intentions please.
Is  this catch and release?   

You jumped a little further and you pinned me
I’m not opposed to being second best
You’ll have to be more careful or you’ll wind me
I feel my heartbeat hammer in my chest.
Again, can you explain
Your true intentions please?
Is  this catch and release? 

I don’t chase dreams anymore. 
It should be clear that I’ve been 
Caught on occasion before. 

You cast a little further and surprised me
My pool is just not used to something fine
And now you’ve seen what my reaction would be
With something pink and pretty on the line.
I spin, you reel me in
With what intention please?
Is this catch and release?


Slipping into a memory, 
got some bruises to ease.
Too much dreaming can empty you
Like wind in weary trees.
August dies in September skies
But still, the sky is blue
And it was autumn when I first saw 
Oh, oh when I first saw 
It was autumn when I first saw you.

CATCH AND RELEASE (Remastered)

Robert "Buck" Wilburn– dobro, acoustic guitar
David Partridge– vocals, acoustic guitar, keyboards
Words and music by David Partridge
Produced by David Partridge for Blue Window Media Inc.
Mixed in Nova Scotia

WATER’S NEVER FAR

Cross the border in a Honda in the sun
River and the sky an equal blue
On the road a while, this journey’s only begun
She hands back the passport – I am through
Crossing counties that have names I’ve heard in song
Bridges keep the highway smooth and straight
Signs along the roadside seem to nudge me along
Telling me I’m in another state.

Steel wheels, asphalt, rubber in between
Mile markers burn clicks away
I see towns and trees but water’s never far away.

Coming into Cleveland in a bit of rain
I can see the river’s not on fire
I begin to think I’ve been mislead by a song
Lured by dreams, driven by desire
Sun comes out and I turn south away from the lake
On the phone a voice I recognize
Signs along the river won’t prevent a mistake
Rocking boats don’t always capsize.

Steel strings, wood stage, human in between
Voices that raise the cafe
Rain drums on the roof and water’s never far away.

At the hotel again, watching CNN, and 
water’s lapping at their doors
People curse the silt that feeds the land.
We’re living on a floodplain
Where the water has its way.
You can’t hold back a river with your hand.

Steal hearts, share songs, life is in between
I drove home the next day
Eyes on road ahead but water’s never far away.

Words and music by David Partridge

Circling Back:Selected Works of Postcard Comets

WATER'S NEVER FAR (Remastered)

2019 mix!
Robert "Buck" Wilburn - electric guitars
David Partridge – vocals, acoustic guitar, keyboards
Words and music by David Partridge
Produced by David Partridge for Blue Window Media Inc.
Mixed in Nova Scotia

DROWN
Dancing inside the flood, 
Battered and buoyed by the tune that the currents sing. 
Rapids boil your blood, 
Pushing your pulse to a place worth remembering.
Swept down the big stream, you twirl and spin like a leaf.
Caught by the deep dream, pulled down to bliss or to grief.

See me from the riverbank a smooth and tranquil blue,
Don’t be surprised were I to rise and drown the likes of you.

Whitecaps and sunshine
You see the sea through the veil of an inland bride.
Longing for coastline,
Blind to the unfeeling grasp of the hungry tide.
What’s down the gulf stream out of the range of the eyes?
Is life but a dream, broken just as you capsize?

See me from the boardwalk, mama, glittering and blue,
You should learn how I can churn and drown the likes of you.

Hear the water’s voice and wonder does the ocean call?
Can you tell your passion’s thunder from a waterfall?

Carried to extremes, we all have poisons to purge.
Sometimes it just seems tempting to jump and submerge.

See me from your airplane, mama, shiny, tiny, blue,
Make sure you know how I can blow and drown the likes of you.

                      					Words and music by David Partridge

DROWN (Remastered)

Under the moniker POSTCARD COMETS, singer songwriter David Partridge makes thoughtful, lyric-driven, acoustic-based music supported by a collective of like minded musicians. The  intent is to serve the song.

IT WAS AUTUMN (Remastered)

POSTCARD COMETS (David Partridge, Songwriter)