karen savoca ~ sunday in nandua

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					nowhere to go

	you came running to the water
	a torch in your hand
	(defy the wind)
	i swallowed my wounds
	you smoothed out the land
	i can still feel your breath on my skin

			lay me down on the burning ground
			scatter me 'round on your sacred river
			all my life i've been tied and bound
			but i've got nowhere to go now
			nowhere to go

	for seven nights i dreamed of you
	coming to find me
	walking in the pouring rain
	you had a note inside your shoe
	and the clouds were green
	and the rain was warm and sweet

			lay me down on the burning ground
			scatter me 'round on your sacred river
 			all my life i've been tied and bound
			but i've got nowhere to go now
			nowhere to go

	so take me to your special place
	deep in the wood
	put your hands upon my face
	that feels so good
	
			lay me down on the burning ground
			scatter me round on your sacred river
 			all my life i've been tied and bound
			but i've got nowhere to go now
			nowhere to go

								k.savoca
								© 1995  Alcove Music/BMI

pete heitzman - guitars
karen savoca - acoustic guitar, percussion
t-bone wolk - bass, octave mandolin

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					you just don't get it 

	you don't like to see a woman cry
	but when i laugh,  you have to ask me why
	was it something that i said?
	it would be nice if you could admit 

			that you just don't get it
			you just don't get it, do ya?
			you just don't get it
			you just don't get it, do ya?

	how can you stand there in that desperate place
	and show no emotion on your face
	i bet you always had your own room
	and now there's tarnish on your baby spoon 
		
			and you just don't get it
			you just don't get it, do ya?
			you just don't get it
			you just don't get it, do ya?

				sit yourself down i wanna read you a tale
				about a boy and a girl who went to the well...

	i'm so tired of explaining who i am
	when we both know you don't really give a damn
	you're like a dog that's marking a tree
	well move along, you won't put your mark on me

			cause you just don't get it
			you just don't get it, do ya?
			you just don't get it
			you just don't get it, do ya?

								k.savoca
								© 1996   Alcove Music/BMI
pete heitzman - guitars
karen savoca - percussion
t-bone wolk - bass

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				that's how i remember

	she picked a blossom
	from the star magnolia tree
	plucked it from a branch
	and handed it to me
	i walked out in the night
	the air felt just like her

			that's how i remember

	she was a quiet girl
	her secrets buried deep
	inside a private world
	she hides beneath her sleeves
	you take her in your arms
	her smile is soft as fur

			that's how i remember

	it's been three summers past
	since last i saw her face
	somebody told me 
	she'd gone wothout a trace
	beyond the shattered  night
	beyond the angry word

			that's how i remember

	she picked a blossom
	from the star magnolia tree
	plucked it from a branch
	and handed it to me
	i walked out in the night
	the air was soft like her

			that's how i remember


									k.savoca
									© 1997   Alcove Music/BMI

pete heitzman - guitars, mandolin
karen savoca - piano, harpsichord
t-bone wolk - bass

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				here they come

	here they come to buy up the mountain
	here they come to ravage the hills
	laying footprints, looking for something
	leaving only tracks and spills
	here they come
	
	she was pretty she float like a feather
	she was pretty dressed all in white
	like a fog rolls through the heather
	you couldn't touch her
	she had no appetite

			running through the house
			turning off all the lights
			walking in the dark
			like she's hypnotized
			rolling her days like a pair of dice	   
			saying here they come

	here they come for your possessions
	here they come to take your home
	lock your doors, they just come through the window
	through your dreams when you're sleeping all alone
	here they come

	here they come to steal your daughter
	here they come to measure the earth
	through the pipes and into the water 
	you can take a drink, but it wonÍt quench your thirst

			running through the house
			turning off all the lights
			walking in the dark
			like you're hypnotized
			rolling your days like a pair of dice  
			like a pair of dice
			saying here they come
		

								k.savoca
								© 1997   Alcove Music/BMI

pete heitzman - guitars
karen savoca - percussion
t-bone wolk - bass
nick langan - harmonica

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					somedays

		i got a lucky stone in my pocket
		lucky coin in my purse
		nothing seems to stop
		this day from getting worse
		static on the radio
		bad news on the phone
		think iÍd be better left alone

				somedays gonna be like that
				somedays gonna be that way
		
		i lost my hat to a mischievous wind
		lost my confidence in a friend
		put my money on a raffle
		two for dinner
		now i can't find my ticket
		they can't find the winner

				somedays gonna be like that
				somedays gonna be that way
						but oh...  if i could fly	oh... if i could fly

		now it's rust on the roof
		and buckets of rain
		i try to dream it away
		it's getting dark early
		but we're not home yet
		the guy who sold me this car
		didn't tell me not to get it wet

		i can't wake up
		the sky's like concrete
		maybe the sun
		forgot to lift his feet
		i'm sitting here hoping
		that winter will stall
		i don't ever wanna see the last leaf fall
	
				somedays gonna be like that
				somedays gonna be that way

								
								k.savoca
								© 1996   Alcove Music/BMI

pete heitzman - guitars
karen savoca - clavinet, percussion
t-bone wolk - bass

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					i can taste it

	what's been happening to you
	what's been happening to us
	we used to stick like glue
	now thereÍs a fault running right through us

	you tell me you're not dreaming about anyone
	you tell me now honey, there's no other
	well i remember when we used to have fun
	i remember when you used to be my lover

			you talk about sweet romance
			and then you waste it
			if you'd just give me a chance
			oh, i can taste it

	i know the kind thing to do
	would be to give you plenty of time
	but patience isn't my strong suit
	and what you're doing to me is a crime

	if i said this wasn't bothering me
	you know i'd surely be telling a great big lie
	i never wanted to be your mother
	i thought that maybe i'd be your bride

			you talk about sweet romance
			and then you waste it
			if you'd just give me a chance
			oh, i can taste it

	what's been happening to you 
	what's been happening to us
	we used to stick like glue
	now there's a fault running right through us

			you talk about sweet romance
			and then you waste it
			if you'd just give me a chance
			oh, i can taste it

									k.savoca
									© 1995   Alcove Music/BMI

pete heitzman - guitars
karen savoca - percussion
t-bone wolk - bass

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				home again

	when they found him he was floating, a blow to his head
	no one there had seen
	who it was had left him for dead
	in the shallows of the san joaquin

	i heard about it many years later
	drawn to mysteries past
	shadows on the wall, ghosts in the doorway	
	they talked to me at last

			it's too late to be a child again
			and you're too old to be afraid of the dark
			we showed you how to trade prayer for sin
			still sometimes life's too hard
			and you can never go home again

	they stood beside her and told her she'd get well
	knowing it was a lie
	he had every intention of saying goodnight
	but instead he said goodbye
	
	so they gave me a shot of whiskey and they sent me to bed
	and i lay there in the moon
	i was thinking about the way she'd touch my head
	when she came into the room

			and said it's too late to be a child again
			you're too old to be afraid of the dark
			sure we showed you how to trade prayer for sin
			still sometimes life's too hard
			and you can never go home again

	so i carry these words like a fever
	and i'll tell it any way i can
	i can't help being a believer
	if that's what i am

			too late to be a child again
			and i'm too old to be afraid of the dark
			sure i know how to trade prayer for sin
			but sometimes life's too hard
			and you can never go home again
			
										k.savoca
										© 1997   Alcove Music/BMI

karen savoca - piano
t-bone wolk - bass

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				at your feet

see these roses in my garden
i will throw them at your feet
for it's you that i've been callin
you make everything taste so sweet
in the golden light 	
of love

like a blue moon through the window
i've been shining through the dark
tomorrow take me where you want to 
for tonight i'm but a spark
in the fiery light 
of love	

			you say you never wait for heaven
			i hear your voice, i know it's true
			don't look back from where you're heading
			walk with me, take off your shoes

	
see these roses in my garden
some of them need a lot of room
you say life is like a garden
so let's get drunk on its' perfume
in the golden light
of love

					k.savoca
					© 1991   Alcove Music/BMI

pete heitzman - guitars
karen savoca - percussion, dulcimer

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				mail order bride

	on my way home lost track of the moon, sitting on a train	
	cushion at my back lost track of the moon, sitting on a train 
	venus, she was shining on the old man
	she was shining down right on his head
	venus, she was shining on the old man
	and i didn't hear a word that poor man said

	oh diana, can you help me now?
	i've been looking for you everywhere
	i got an arrow and i got a bow
	but i can't let it, can't let it go

			i lost my nerve,  i lost my nerve
			slipping away like the tracks behind this train
			i lost my nerve, i lost my nerve
			slipping away with the tears on my face

	now i know he's got my picture on his wall
	and i know he got my letters
	i don't like to see a working man fall
	but i think i could do better
	
	i can hear my sister laugh at me
	see my papa turn in his grave
	just like the bible and the story of eve
	they're gonna blame it all on me anyway

			so i lost my nerve, i lost my nerve
			slipping away like the tracks behind this train
			i lost my nerve, i lost my nerve
			slipping away with the tears on my face

	oh diana, you can't help me now
	i was looking for you everywhere
	i had an arrow and i had a bow
	but i couldn't let it, couldn't let it go

	on my way home lost track of the moon, sitting on a train
	cushion at my back lost track of the moon, sitting on a train



									k.savoca
									© 1997   Alcove Music/BMI

pete heitzman - guitar, banjo
karen savoca - guitar, percussion, mandolin, melodica
t-bone wolk - bass, octave mandolin

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							in this life

	
	so you tell me you've walked this way before
	and your lady was a queen on the nile
	now there's a beggar at your door
	and your brother never smiles
	well i felt like a queen one time
	and it sure was a lovely ride
	but i still had to put on my shoes if i wanted to go outside

		sure i care what you say		sure i care what you've read
		but we can't build a brand new life in another world
		sure i care what you feel		and i heard what you said
		but we can't build a brand new life in another world

	everybody gotta do what they will
	everybody gotta get their fill
	everybody gotta find what they want
	we're all haunted sometimes
	everybody gotta take a chance
	and do the best they can
	in this life		

	you can tell me you've walked this way before
	and your lady was a queen on the nile
	now there's a stranger at your door
	and you hardly ever smile
	well i've been through a garden or two
	and i've heard voices in the trees
	but it's the stuff ahead of you that'll bring you to your knees

		sure i care what you say		sure i care what you've read
		but we can't build a brand new life in another world
		sure i care what you feel		and i heard what you said
		but we can't build a brand new life in another world

	everybody gotta make some bread
	everybody gotta lose their head
	everybody gotta look at the sky
	we all need to cry sometime
	everybody gotta touch the ground
	and make a sound
	in this life
								k.savoca
								© 1991   Alcove Music/BMI

pete heitzman - guitars, mandolin, banjo, bass
karen savoca - percussion

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					sunday in nandua

		every day is sunday in nandua
		ever since the day we came to stay
		to reclaim the silence and seclusion
		and give up thoughts of cities far away

		well i'm riding on this ocean
		i never left my home before
		and it was days ago but when my eyes are closed
		i can still see my family waving from the shore

				and we've come so far
				and we've far to go
				and we've come so far
				to live in america

		i hope this boat can hold us
		i hope the baby doesn't get weak
		my love he says that i shouldn't be afraid
		but since we started out he hardly ever speaks

				and we've come so far
				and we've far to go
				and we've come so far
				to live in america

		they say she's a land of honey
		and that her streets are lined with gold
		well i whisper a prayer to this ache in my heart
		i'm sitting on a box that holds everything i own

				and we've come so far
				and we've far to go
				and we've come so far
				to live in america

			every day is sunday in nandua
										k.savoca
										© 1997   Alcove Music/BMI

			
	
		(based on a poem called "No More Blue Mondays" by Anthony Savoca)
pete heitzman - guitar
karen savoca - piano, harpsichord
t-bone wolk - accordian

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