Written and performed by Tina Devaron. 
Produced by Tina Devaron and Dave Seitz at Prime CD. Engineered by Dave Seitz and Ray Martin. Mixed at Shelter Island Sound by Dave Seitz and Ray Martin. 
© ℗ 1998 IMAH Recordings; Tina DeVaron LLC. 
www.tinadevaron.com

If Mama Ain't Happy

Nothing But the Love

Nothing But The Love

The First You Stole

Some Things Will Never Change

By now you're somewhere over the Atlantic
Whitecaps on the ocean winking up at your plane
And by now you've probably drifted off to sleep
After all it’s been a rich and full day

And tomorrow you'll be waking up and getting on a train
And tomorrow you'll be learning some new words to say
What is French for I miss you, what is Chinese for I love you
How do you say some things will never change

Some things will never change, my love is in your pocket
Some things will never change, my love’s behind your ear
Some things will never change, no matter how far you fly from here

Remember how at the end of every summer
We would drive back to the city and you'd holler hello
Hello you would call out from your car seat
To the bridges and streets, you called them beautiful

Now you're off to see the world, you're not in my back seat
And I am not the one behind the wheel
So God speed to that pilot, and God speed to the four winds
That will carry you where you will

Some things will never change, like the way you light up my sky
Never change, every time you smile
Some things will never change, you’re smiling in my mind’s eye 
No matter how far you fly, some things will never change

You know, you know, you know
Some things will never change, my love is in your pocket … 

© Tina deVaron April 2013


08 Some Things Will Never Change

Man Like Your Father

If you’re a man like your father, when you fall you’ll fall forever
And it won’t be settling to settle down, I see it now
If you’re a man like your father, you will hold onto her tight 
And not let go, when you know what you have found 

It might sound like I’m bragging but it’s true
You’ll know when she takes you to a place 
You knew you never knew

You’re a man like your father
I can see it in your eyes
You’re a man like your father 
It should come as no surprise

Why should I bother saying you’re just like your father
Why not let the minutes pass without a trace
Thirty years from now I’ll wager this will echo back around
When you watch your own grown-up child’s face 

And you won’t have a problem staying true
And she will be the lucky one who falls 
Back in love with you 

And you’re a man like your father … 

If you’re a man like your father, when you fall you’ll fall forever
And it won’t be settling to settle down, I see it now
If you’re a man like your father, you will hold onto her tight 
And not let go, when you know what you have found

 © Tina deVaron 2013


07 Man Like Your Father

Other People’s Ground 

How many times does my heart beat in six seconds?
How many times does my heart beat in one minute?
I’ve had enough of keeping my ear
To other people’s ground
To other people’s ground
I got so good at seeing the world
Through other people’s eyes
And hearing other people’s hearts
Just want to  know how many times
My heart beats in six seconds
How many times 
Does my heart beat in one minute

I’ve had enough of being the stone
Of being the wolf, of being the bear
I’ve had enough of being the sun
Of being the moon, of being the gun

Just want to remember 
My sweater in cold weather 
See the world through
What remains of my vision

I’ve had enough of being the gun
In other people’s hands
In other people’s hands
I’ve had enough of keeping my ear
To other people’s ground … 

 © Tina deVaron, Nick Lerangis


06 Other People's Ground


Sister Song 

Oh Jodi, I don't think I'm gonna make it
It's a long way from Denver
And I know you can't you can't come over
But the next day across the table
You looked me in the eye and you said

When you feel like the world forgets who you are
And you spin, you spin
Remember the girl picking bouquets in the yard
Innocent, innocent

Say, say, say, what you wanna say, and 
Be, be, be, who you gotta be

Two cups of coffee, two circles on the napkin
You don't need an explanation how all this could have happened
You just reach across the table 
And catch me when I fall through the years 
Through the years

Say, say, say, what you wanna say
And be, be, be who you gotta be
Just remember when I can't be here to tell you
True enough for you, is true enough for me

Gotta thank my mom and dad for giving me a sister
Cause there’s nothing like a sister when your world falls apart
And I gotta thank my sister for getting on that bird
And picking up the puzzle of my breaking heart 
	
Say, say, say, what you wanna say...
© Tina deVaron, Nick Lerangis, 2010


05 Sister Song

Sylvia Must Have  Known

Sparks flew, it felt like they had one brain
And she, too, thought here’s the man I was born to tame
How then, when they knew they had been saved
By love, were they by this  love betrayed
Did she think she’d end up begging her mind
Begging come back, begging come back 
Begging for time

Sylvia must have known
She would get stuck with the kids at home

Oh God, did she say when they  first touched
Don’t stop, just catch me when it swallows me up

Sylvia must have  known 
She would get stuck with the kids at home
Sylvia must have  wondered if she’d ever write another poem

Coldest winter in a hundred years
Wind kicks up and the baby won’t stop crying 
Nothing left this time around for her to do
But seal off the kitchen from the children’s room

Sylvia must have  known she would get stuck with the kids at home
Sylvia must have  known, she must have known 
Sylvia must have  known this when she turned the oven on
Sylvia must have  known, she must have known… 

© Tina deVaron 2013



04 Sylvia Must Have Known

No One Cries at my House 

During a hurricane, we would have played a game
We’d take the pots and pans and make a rhythm band
We’d make the biggest sound, we’d make the thunder drown
	
Now no one cries at my house when it thunders anymore
No one cries at my house when it thunders
The lightning flashes, and I start to count, how far
But no one here is young enough to cry about the thunder	

They’ll come to help me now if anything goes wrong
So if the lights go out, they’ll worry about Mom
But nobody will need a thing If all the lights stay on

Cause no one cries at my house when it thunders anymore … 
		
No one at my house needs to be comforted
Except maybe me, since 
No one cries at my house when it thunders anymore
No one cries at my house when it thunders
The lightning flashes, and I start to count, how far 	
But no one here is young enough to cry about the thunder
	
© Tina deVaron 2013



03 No One Cries at My House

Tuckerman's Ravine

How'd you get up there, to the top of that cliff, 
You said, sealskins on the bottoms of your skis
And you’d fly back down into the face of what if 
With the wind in your ears and the snow by your knees

Old wooden skis stacked up in the garage 
Thrown into the dumpster when the house got sold
But I bet you got lost remembering 
That giant bowl of snow, that bowl of snow

Tuckerman's Ravine, Tuckerman's Ravine
How I wish that you had told me more of what you'd seen and done
I would take the stories off your tongue

German forest, tiny farmhouse behind enemy lines
Farmer took you in, let you sleep in his barn,
And gave you a map around the land mines

And that song about a sparrow, you sang in perfect Russian 
With soldiers you needed to get something from
You and Russian soldiers and a tipsy little sparrow
How’d you know that song, that Russian drinking song, oh

Tuckerman's Ravine, Tuckerman's Ravine
How I wish you had told me more of what you'd seen and done,
I would take the stories off your tongue, 
And carry them forward with me

Sometimes I wonder what made you dare 
To take chance upon chance and expect to be spared
I never used to think I would care 
Now I wish you could take me there, take me there, to 

Tuckerman's Ravine, Tuckerman's Ravine
How I wish you had told me more of what you'd seen and done, 
I would take the stories off your tongue
And carry them forward with me, carry them in my memory, of 
Tuckerman's Ravine, Tuckerman's Ravine …

© Tina deVaron 2013


02 Tuckerman's Ravine

William Wordsworth’s Sister

William Wordsworth’s sister made the dinner did the dishes
She probably had some help, but not from William
William Wordsworth’s sister kept the larder and the inkwells filled
And researched all the cures for constipation

William Wordsworth’s sister supervised the changing of the sheets
The packing of the picnics, the repairs on William’s shoes
So he could eat a sandwich while he walked upon the heath
Was she William’s muse? To whom do we send our thank yous

For everything that made it to the paper from William’s brain
What was her name?
Dorothy, Dorothy,  Dorothy, Dorothy, 
I imagine her as so much more than sweet but rather plain

William and Dorothy came out of the same gene pool
But Dorothy knew William was the genius
But it takes one to know one and my guess is that at some point 
Or another brother William must have seen this 
To whom do we send our thank yous

What if sister Dorothy just didn’t suffer jealousy
For her a walk upon the heath was just a walk
Let William write the poetry, when Coleridge comes for supper
Their intoxicated talk could just be talk

But William and Dorothy were family and it seems to me
She must’ve known that William was the genius
And if you’re betting on a genius in 1823, if you’re smart don’t pick the girl
If you’re smart, don’t pick the girl

William Wordsworth’s sister made the dinner did the dishes
She probably had some help, but not from William
William Wordsworth’s sister kept the larder and the inkwells filled
And researched all the cures for constipation

© Tina deVaron, Nick Lerangis 2013



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