Sons of the Never Wrong

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Nuthatch Suite

Nuthatch Suite

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1. Too Many
Roper

Too many are the best intentions, Bible verses, did I mention. Too many are the countless hours, tapes of Jenny and paper flowers. Too many are the stories and rumors, maps of islands on junks and schooners. Too many were last year’s heroes bound to get you down to zero.
All we ever really give and all we ever really take, is the give and take, give and take.
Not enough of things sweet and bitter, a night on earth, have you considered? Not enough of these quiet moments, wiser, younger, great atonements. Not enough of all things Manhattan, tales of Ulysses and lettin’ the cat in. Not enough of these simple issues a word of kindness and me there with you.
This is where the quick and the dead come walking down the sidewalk like they never left. This is how the story unfolds: hey buddy can I borrow a pound of rock salt and sorrow, you’ll get them back tomorrow as you know. You’re invisible now, so don’t let go.
This is all that I have to give you, take it with you there are bigger issues. This is all like a falling sparrow, ark of the bow and a well placed arrow. This is all by the time it’s over, I’m gonna miss you or so I told her. This is all and I wish you better, a poem and a bribe in a hand written letter….All we ever really give, all we ever really take is give, take, give, take…

2. Good For Her
Roper

Sittin’ in a diner, thinking about a train, boxes in her bedroom, label tape and string worried about the notion, she might be happy again good for her good for her.
She’ll put on that red bonnet, she never gets to wear and that old coat from Boston, she bought it on a dare and she don’t mind the strangers that talk to her at length good for her…….
And it wouldn’t make her prettier, but it wouldn’t make her sad she’d be home by Christmas, her old mama and her dad, by New Years she’d be starting, her new life again, good for her, good for her.
And she broke all the china, the back door and the screen, it sounded just like thunder, but then it didn’t rain,and the lilies in the garden, she’ll miss the most this spring good for her…….

3. Wind/Tree
Demel

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The stronger the wind is, the stronger the tree.
Have you seen it, have you touched the truth, have you ridden that train or taken a longer look? Have you walked that walk, have you taken that leap, have you found a friend or have you lost him?
Did you take the blame, have you carried that weight, did you hold somebody’s hand when they needed you one day? Did you swallow that pill, did you right that wrong, have you taken that chance or is it long gone?
Did you love well, were you stupid sometimes, do you keep up with the Jones’s, do you apologize? Keeping everything in order, did you make a little mess ‘tween the loving and the grieving and the regrets?
Did you fall down, did you bury that pride. Did you choke on lover’s tears or run a hundred miles high? Did the devil take you under, did redemption bring release, have you figured out the answer to the mystery?

4. Tea Tale
Lader/Covert

I sewed a kite from bags of tea and sailed it over the emerald sea, it skipped and bobbed around the clouds so free. With a twitch of its tail the wind turned ’round and blew my kite back over town, then the sky crumpled up and silver rain came down. As a rainbow stretched from sea to hill I saw my kite was flying still and droplets of tea were trickling from its tail. So I opened my lips as I stood beneath for a tiny taste from the heavens to me, I sewed myself a kite from bags of tea.

5. Here We Go Babe 1-2-3
Roper

Here we go babe 1-2-3. I’m not blind but I just don’t see. This broken heart’s got the better of me. Here we go babe 1-2-3. I’m not lost but I can’t be found, I’m not up but I ain’t comin’ down. Lines are drawn on the battle ground. Here we go babe 1-2-3. Tell the moon take a fall tonight, fade to black get out of sight, I’ll get by with just candle light. Here we go babe 1-2-3.
To everyone there comes a time when life seems hard and hard and somewhat distant. It’s not that words don’t fit the crime, it’s just that you’re confounded and indifferent. It’s an argument, paid for with discontent, a song sung backwards.
I hear the sound of a distant rain, something so simple but you just can’t explain. Tears like shadows that won’t remain. Here we go babe 1-2-3. Old brown shoe with a lace halo, you cut the ties but you don’t let go, I’ve felt this way ever since Ohio. Here we go babe 1-2-3.
To everyone there comes a time when life seems hard and hard and somewhat distant. It’s not that words don’t fit the crime, it’s just that you’re confounded and indifferent. It’s an argument, paid for with discontent, a song sung backwards.
One more kiss to find the spark, half a century alone in the dark. A couple of stories without remark, here we go babe 1-2-3.

6. “stylish sue”
Demel

Like flocks of birds we come and go, from downy goose to flamingo. A tiny compass in their chest keeps their course south/southwest. But the nuthatch bird he lives his life upside down, i wonder why. To search for love, perspective, truth?… or maybe just a better view. We all sing hey ho we all know we’re in too deep but so it goes.

7. Standin’ in the Dust
Roper/Demel

I’m standin’ in the dust where the river never came. To wash away my sins – to carry me home again. Oh I’m standin’ in the dust where the river never came. Well I’m standin’ in the mud with the river at my toes. To hear the bible stories that everybody knows. Well I’m standin’ in the mud with the river at my toes. Well I’m standin’ in the water with the river at my knees. Over yonder’s heaven that the sinner never sees. Well I’m standin’ in the water with the river at my knees.
Oh Elijah, all the troubles you knew, David had Goliath, all the giants he slew, wasn’t for the rain clouds the river wouldn’t form so I am standin’ in the dust just a waitin’ for the storm.
So I’m floatin’ in the ocean that the river brought me to. Rise me up oh Jordan let the devil get his due I am floating in the ocean that the river brought me to.
Show me the river, the river of the water of life, bright like a crystal, flowing oh my Lord thru the middle of the street, past the twelve gates at the heart of the city, through the tree of life where the birds sing sweet, wash away the troubles of a hundred angry nations, to the open waters that my Jesus walked upon.
Well I’m standin in the dust where the river never came. I’m standin’ in the mud with the river at my toes, Oh I’m standin’ in the dust with the river at my eyes, if it wasn’t for the rain clouds the river wouldn’t rise so I’m standin’ in the dust just a lookin’ to the sky.

8. Crazy Dog
Demel (arrangement: Twang Bang)

Oh yeah you’re a crazy dog, you’re neurotic and you have no balls. Oh yeah you’re a crazy dog eatin’ cat poop and scared of it all. Oh yeah you’re a crazy dog, the world’s humongus and you’re too small… but I love you.
Oh yeah you’re a crazy boy you’ve been married to me too long. Oh yeah you’re a crazy boy if a metal detector is your favorite toy. Oh yeah you’re a crazy boy go fishing – hide from the wife… but I love you.
Oh yeah you’re a crazy God you’ve been living on the edge too long. Oh yeah you’re a crazy God with floods and plagues and fires and frogs and Oh yeah you’re a crazy God hallelujah and all that stuff… but I love you.
Oh yeah I’m a crazy girl I been sitting in the dark so long. Oh yeah I’m a crazy girl hearing voices and scared of it all. Oh yeah I’m a crazy girl but I got a dog and a boy and a God…I love you.

9. Beside You
Lader

You’re in my eyes, in my hands, in my daybreak, in my breath. You’re in my camera, in my painting, in my altitude when I’m dreaming.
In my meantimes on a good day over yonder under tow, toward salvation close to heaven behind doors beside you.
You’re in my body, in my breakfast, in that highway sign that says “exit”. You’re in my photograph, in my flowers, out my window, in my hours.
You’re in my coffee, in my may, in my mondays through sundays. You’re in my bones, in my make believe, in my nothings and everythings. You’re in my pocket, in my blood and I love to see you in all my stuff…

10. Stylish Man
Roper

The stylish man he come and go, all the rest we must agree, stylish man in linen clothes, a handsome figure yes indeed. From head to feet he move real proud – oops couture but not too loud. Come next week though you’ll feel odd, when a younger man has got your job.
We all sing hey – ho we all know we’re in too deep but so it goes.
Politicians come and go, how their people love them there, politic in emperor clothes, money for votes but no one cares. To lie and cheat with political verve – kiss the baby and strike a nerve. Come next term you’ll cut your throat, when a younger man has got the vote.
The men of war they come and go, the battle joined with God in tow, spit proof boots and uniform, keep the children from all harm. Sing a song for those before, with a refrain of cannon roar. Come next week when you are dead, a younger man will sing instead.
The rage in art it comes and goes, a one man band or a trio, you hit the charts and you’re on top, Billboard crowns you king of pop, everybody’s singing your praise, your name in lights you’re all the rage. Then paparazzi no longer care for your linen clothes and Stalin hair…

11. Weed
Demel

I’m just a weed in a small flower garden, surviving by hiding among the peonies. The others they chide me and say it’s not forever, ’til gardner, he plucks me from ones as sweet as these. I beg at the harvest forgive my appearance, but others for beauty are cut. Now I’m just a weed in my own private garden, surviving because I am not a peony.

12. “stylish bruce”
Roper

Lovers, lovers hearts be damned, it’s been written once before. The hardest part to understand is the exit sign on the revolving door. Life is beautiful you’re writing poems, checking the classifieds, pricing homes. You run to kiss her and hold her hand, but she’s in bed with the stylish man… and on the way home you are singing… Hey ho we all know, we’re in too deep but so it goes.

13. If I knew then
Demel (for Anne Hills and Michael Smith)

There’s this girl named Anne, she came to my school in 1982 and sang us a song – written by her friend, it was about Pompeii yeah the world was ending, people were dyin’ but they just kept on singing:
If I knew then what I know now, if I knew then what I know now, if I knew then what I know now, would I do things different if I knew then what I know now? no doubt about it.
The biggest ferris wheel is somewhere out in London and at the top it’s 450 ft. tall. and ain’t it like my life: just when I’m seeing daylight I start to fall like the first time she saved my life I swear i heard her calling she sang…
On the day that you were born, you arrived with one eye open, in case this sad old world wasn’t as sweet as you were hopin’ for. When we finally get around to seeing the journey instead of the past don’t we find that we got every single thing that we asked for?
Sooner or later, sooner or later, You’ve gotta say good things to people who make you feel good about being alive. If I knew then what I know now.

14. When I Was Little
Lader

When I was little, I used to think i could fall asleep with my arm straight up in the air, balancing there. When I was little, I used to wake up ’cause my arm would fall and hit me in the face. When I was little.
‘Cause I was born on my birthday and I don’t care what they say, and I can draw water with paint. And I know everything there is to know and I can be an Indian in my canoe made of Play Doh.
When I was little I’d wear the neighbor girl’s dresses when she outgrew them, but they always looked better on her. And I never did like dresses.
When I was little I wanted to go to night school so I could be a knight. And ride to school on my horse.
When I was little I used to think there were two Pacific Oceans, it said so on the map. But on a globe there was only one Pacific Ocean. When I was little.
I can be anybody faces lifted with Silly Putty. I can draw a picture of a bad dream to make it go away when it follows me…
When I was big I used to watch my baby sleep with his arm straight up in the air, balancing there.
‘Cause he was born on his birthday and he don’t care what I say and he can paint rivers with rain. And he knows everything there is to know and he can be a knight on his horse made of Play Doh.

15. Talk to me darlin’
Roper

Talk to me darlin’ better than most, talk to me darlin, I’m not that far away. I’ll be the river, you be the shore… say nothing more… Talk to me sweetly turn the lamp down low, Talk to me everywhere, for there’s no where else to go. I’ll be the morning, you the end of the day… nothin’ left to say.
Long long ago, and far far away, I heard you over there in the quiet, what were you trying to say that maybe one day, you would be mine and all those things I ever thought to do,
won’t you talk to me, had to do with me ending up right next to you, won’t you talk to me,
Melancholy and longing, they are just words…
Whisper in silence, all those things I long to hear, whisper in snow fall or in dandelions or thru the drumming of the years.
I’ll be the memory, you be the face…. not a word out of place…..

16. “stylish deb”
Roper

Little children watch them grow of proud parents on that birth day. In adolescence it starts to show, that’s why daddy’s turning gray. The tricycle thief that steals the heart turns the corner on the better part. You give your best but they inherit a baby-sitter and an old grandparent. Hey ho we all know we’re in too deep but so it goes.

17. Little Brown Puppy
Roper

Little brown puppy, little black dress. Heart on her dress sleeve, life’s in a mess. Leash on the collar, better off I guess. Little brown puppy, little black dress.
Little silver rain drops, little white dove. When the rain falls from heaven bird sings of love. Bird sings of longing, bird sings what was. Little silver rain drops, little white dove.
Little gray church mouse, little blue life. Lose your tail lose your story to the carving knife. Lord won’t you save us all the struggle and strife! Little gray church mouse, little blue life.
Little red apple, little green snake. In the garden of Eden, that’s the chance you take. Might be original sin or just a simple mistake. Little green apple, little red snake.

All songs and lyrics © 2005 Sons of the Never Wrong, Faintly Spoken Music, BMI