1. |
Half Good
05:31
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Half Good
Morellen MacLeish
I break for lunch on this bench
With a salad and a cigarette
I know the way to good
But I do not want to get there yet
God have mercy on the people I see
Perfected by the internet
I’m half good
That might be as good as I can get
I’m half good
Don’t do all I should
Could barely write you to the middle
Of some little self-help book
I’m half good
50% of me could
Give more than take
And take a good look
Give more than take
And take a good look
Took a slow drag
Felt the hand of god land on my shoulder
She said, “You’re looking kinda old,
How come you don’t act older?”
I said “Good god almighty, you’re right
It’s time I’m bolder.”
She gave a wink and a nod
And then she laughed the laugh of the Beholder
I’m half good
I don’t do all I should
But here’s god in the middle
Like some little self-help book
I’m half good
Maybe 60% of me could
Give more than take
And take a good look
Give more than take
And take a good look
God in her wisdom
Said each of her children
Has power enough to share
Blew out my smoke
Looked in her eyes n’ said
God, we ain’t even halfway there
I’m half good
I don’t do all I should
But something’s happening in the middle
Of this theoretic self-help book
I’m half good
I’m thinking more of me could
Give more than take
And take a good look
Give more than take
And take a good look
I’m half good
Don’t do all I should
While the whole world’s sloggin’ through the middle
Of some little self help book
I’m half good
But all of me could
Give more than take
And take a good look
Give more than take
And look at
All we don’t give
And all that we took
Give more than take
And take a good look
At what we took
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2. |
Bartender's Shot
05:00
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Bartender’s Shot
Morellen MacLeish
This old rag cleans the bar
It’s my favorite rag so far
Between the crowds of laugh-out-louds
This wood shines like a star
Open door, sunny square
Where a million tourists share
The to and fro, the pomp and show
The camera-ready stare
They step into their cameras
Like they step into this bar
Smile & try to capture
Where they are
This rag just keeps on cleaning
Til their order becomes clear
May they find their way here
May they find their way here
Build the drinks, pour and shake
Listen well, pictures take
Between the shots there’s always lots of
Banter ’bout what’s fake
I hand a glass, you hand your phone
Photo op for Jim back home
You want another one that shows much more fun
For Jim, who’s all alone
Step into your camera
Like you step into this bar
Smile, try to capture
Where you are
This rag just keeps on cleaning
Til your order becomes clear
May you find your way here
So you kiss to the camera
As if the camera can feel
As if a camera kiss can make it all seem real
Frame it like you mean it
Like forever might appear
Gather ’round, you faces near
We’re all just tourists here
We’re half asleep, three sheets deep
In line for our next beer
This old bar will never close
Humankind will always pose
We shy by miles from our candid smiles
’Cause all that love’s exposed
So we step into a camera
Like we step into this bar
Smile & try to capture
Where we are
This rag just keeps on cleaning
Til our order becomes clear
May we find our way here
We can step into a camera
Or we can step up to this bar
And with a smile we might wake up
Where we are
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3. |
Hold It Open
04:12
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Hold It Open
Morellen MacLeish
One year of winter
Never spring
You were shouting when you left
Said you hated everything
Now this shopping cart is suspect
There’s a girl in line in tears
My thought’s back at that cooler
Filled with bottled wine and beer
But I will hold it open
But not hold too fast
Establish ground
Then turn and walk past
There were fires in the west
Ice in the south
Words flying out of
Naked mouths
But baby, it’s okay we are
Bigger than the words we say
Baby, it’s okay we are
Bigger than
All of these words
Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oh
Pay the cashier
Pay and pay
But hold it open
Anyway
I’ll give the car some gas
Give myself a break
Give into the fact
There is heartache
Mouths run naked
Though some do not
Words run empty
They run cold, run hot
Waters rise in the north
They told big lies in the east
But hold it open, hold it open
For awhile at least
Cause baby, it’s okay we are
Bigger than the words we say
Baby, it’s okay we are
Bigger than
All of these words
Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oh
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4. |
Simple Tune
02:50
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Simple Tune
Morellen MacLeish
O Darlin
I don’t know why
I feel
Hung out to dry
Hung out to dry
I feel
Every wrinkle
In this skin
And I I fear
I won’t feel
Love again
O Darlin
There’s no eye for an eye
An' I won’t run away
An’ I won’t get high
I’ll play every simple
Tune within
Hopin’ to hear
Love again
I know I can
Cross the gap
Of this feeling none can
Love me back
I know I can
Reach beyond
The fear I always
Get it wrong
I get it wrong
I get it wrong
O Darlin’
I don’t know why
I feel
Hung out to dry
Hung out to dry
I feel
Every wrinkle
In this skin
I fear I won’t feel
Love again
Feeling every wrinkle
In this skin
Hoping to hear
Love again
Every wrinkle
In this skin
Is listening for
Love again
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5. |
Brown Paper Bag
04:38
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Brown Paper Bag
Thought myself into a brown paper bag
I crumpled up into a corner
Hung my head until the world looked brown
Dreamed the dream of a mourner
Tho it’s true, up above
There was a sky so blue
I coulda thought my way out
To you
But I was…
Carried away
In a light brown sanctuary
Carried away
A love died
A love got buried
And I got carried
Away
I thought my friend into my brown paper bag
Opened to interpretation
He clambered down & then he wandered round
Treading on imagination
But his eyes turned true
Beneath the sky so blue
He said, “I’ll think my way out,”
As he passed through
There I was…
Spent my time in the brown paper bag
Sitting like a votive candle
I lit the square of the loss I bear
Found that grief is not a vandal
I was slow to let go beneath this sky so blue
But I’ll keep the bag around while I pass through
There is no broken dream no
Tear at the seam
Just a square bottomed bag to grieve into
When we get
Carried away
There’s a light brown sanctuary
Carried away
When love dies and gets buried
Sometimes we get carried away
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