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SUNDAY IN NANDUA

 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
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 Top of This Page
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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 Top of This Page
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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 Top of This Page
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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 Top of This Page
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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 Top of This Page
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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 Top of This Page
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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 Top of This Page
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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 Top of This Page
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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 Top of This Page
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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