I SHOOK THE TREE
figure it out
oh, woman where did you go when i needed a hand?
and oh, sister, you walked away when i was too weak to stand
if you saw me on the street, and we passed a little time
if you asked me how i've been, i would say i'm doing fine
i would say i'm doing fine
when i'm a loose wire, missing spoke, a flat tire, bad joke
but i'll figure it out, i'll figure it out
a rusted spring, a bent wheel, a broken wing, a raw deal
but i'll figure it out i'll figure it out figure it out
oh, people turn off your tv, i am not the enemy
and oh, brother we don't have to fight,
can't we just do what's right?
i never wanted to be the one digging up the past
but i'm staring at a loaded gun, and i'm running fast
i'm running fast
i'm a loose wire, missing spoke, flat tire, bad joke
but i'll figure it out, i'll figure it out
a rusted spring, bent wheel, a broken wing, a raw deal
but i'll figure it out i'll figure it out figure it out
oh, my friend, you came around and you held me tight
and oh, my love you always know how to make it alright
when the night is too long, and my eyes are red
you bring me a new song, help me to forget
you help me to forget
that i'm a loose wire, missing spoke, a flat tire, bad joke
but i'll figure it out i'll figure it out
a rusted spring, bent wheel, a broken wing, a raw deal
but i'll figure it out i'll figure it out figure it out
Karen Savoca - Vocals, Conga, Tambourine
Peter Heitzman - Acoustic and Electric Guitars
Jerry Jemmott - Electric Bass
written by Karen Savoca copyright Alcove/BMI 2016
k.savoca
© 2016 Alcove Music/BMI
you gotta love
(for dad)
i can see why some people are so afraid to love
cause it hurts, it hurts oh, i know
when you love somebody you can never get enough
and it hurts, it hurts to let go
but you gotta love, you gotta love, you gotta love
there's nothing better, and there's nothing worse
you gotta love, you gotta love, you gotta love
it's a joy and it's a curse but you gotta love
i went out to the garden on a windy day
and it hurt, it hurt to be missing you
all the leaves were glistening, some were blowing away
and it hurt, it hurt to face the truth
but you gotta love, you gotta love, you gotta love
nothing makes you feel better, nothing makes you feel worse
you gotta love, you gotta love, you gotta love
it's wings and it's a hearse but you gotta love
i was once a young girl standing by your side
and it hurts, it hurts to remember now
you are still walking with me, and it fills me full of pride
though it hurts, it hurts but you showed me how
you gotta love, you gotta love, you gotta love
oh, there's nothing better, there's nothing worse
you gotta love, you gotta love, you gotta love
it's water and it's thirst but you gotta love
oh, it's a joy and it's a curse
it's wings and it's a hearse
it's water and it's thirst but you gotta love
Karen Savoca - Vocals, Conga, Brushes
Peter Heitzman - Guitar
Shari Ulrich - Harmony Vocal
Written by Karen Savoca © Alcove/BMI 2016
five old men
me and my friends went out last night
i admit, we got a little tight
been a while since we hooted and hollered
undid our buttons and loosened our collars
here comes patty, out on the floor
whooping at the band to do it some more
three years they put her brother away
we're all wishing he were here today watching
five old men rockin' and rollin'
five old men still rockin' and rollin'
waitresses dancing on the way to the kitchen
everybody losing their inhibition
white hair, grey hair, some got none
everybody grooving and having fun
old couples moving close and slow
bold women grabbing men they don't know
work is hard, bones were aching
now here we are just mixing and shaking to
five old men rockin' and rollin'
five old men still rockin' and rollin'
come on honey, show how you do it
mama says there's nothing to it
sure did have fun last night
some of us got a little tight
been too long since we'd hooted and hollered
undid our buttons and opened our collars
sometimes things get a little hazy
we're all worried that the world's gone crazy
too much taking, not enough giving
one thing still makes you happy that you're living and it's
five old men rockin' and rollin'
five old men still rockin' and rollin'
Karen Savoca - Vocals, Clavinet, Conga,Tambourine, Cowbell
Peter Heitzman - Electric Guitars
Jerry Jemmott - Bass
Written by Karen Savoca © Alcove/BMI 2016
point me home
driving many hours, shoulders hard as stone
westward bending flowers seem to wave me on
i wanna go home, home, home
point me home, home, home
send me home, home, home
i wanna go home
feel like that rainbow girl trying hard to make it back
putting on those magic shoes, just three little taps
will take her home, home, home
oh, home, home, home
just send her home, home, home
she wants to go home
missing all the simple things, they say the best are free
i hope all my friends haven't forgotten me...
i might sleep till springtime, leave the doors unlocked
crawl in beside me sweetheart, throw out all the clocks
now that we're home, home, home
good to be home, home, home
you and me home, home, home,
finally home
Karen Savoca - Vocal, Piano
Peter Heitzman - Acoustic Guitar
Written by Karen Savoca © Alcove/BMI 2016
right on time
i've been way too early, fashionably late
forgotten entirely, pawing at the gate
but with you i'm right on time
oh, with you i'm right on time
been higher than a kite, lower than a snake
feeling alright, looking for a break
but with you i'm right in place
oh, with you i'm right in place
i've come through a fire, but i'm alright
like a bird on a wire you can't stop me singing
i've been out of touch, in the groove
hopelessly stagnant, on the move
but with you i'm right at home
oh, with you i'm right at home
been underworked, and overfed
loved to death, kicked in the head
but with you i'm right with the world
oh, with you i'm right with the world
i've come through a fire, but i'm alright
like a bird on a wire you can't stop me singing
i've been over the moon, under the weather
terribly blue, couldn't be better
but with you i'm right as rain
oh, with you i'm right as rain
been at the top, sitting on the bench
giving the orders, digging the trench
but with you i'm right where i am
oh, with you i'm right where i am
we've come through a fire, but we're alright
like birds on a wire you can't stop from singing
Karen Savoca - Vocals, Conga, Washboard, Doumbek
Peter Heitzman - Electric Guitars
Jerry Jemmott - Bass
Written by Karen Savoca © Alcove/BMI 2016
in the quiet hours
it's one o'clock, then it's almost three
i'm watching the moon cause i just can't sleep
and it won't come
it won't come too soon
no it won't come
it won't come too soon
this is old, and this is new
i'm tired of being sad when i think of you
and it won't go
it won't go too soon
no it won't go
it won't go too soon
tell me what you think in the quiet hour
tell me what you think in the quiet hour
baby's gonna grow, sing a little tune
sun'll melt the snow, flowers bloom
but it won't come
it won't come too soon
no it won't come
it won't come too soon
tell me what you think in the quiet hours
tell me what you think in the quiet hours
it's one o'clock, then it's almost three
i'm watching the moon cause i just can't sleep
and it won't come
it won't come too soon
Karen Savoca - Vocals, Piano, Melodica
Written by Karen Savoca © Alcove/BMI 2016
poison tongue
wish i could wash this off, make it go away
pretend it doesn't burn, that there's something i could say
to make you learn the truth, to show you how it feels
walking through a storm of lies
like the devil's at your heels
poison tongue poison tongue
make you wanna run
poison tongue poison tongue
what have you done
can't polish it up, can't rub it till it shines
can't believe your love was ever really mine
i'm not the one you've made me out to be
but i'm through defending
i'm through defending me
poison tongue poison tongue
steal your peace of mind
poison tongue poison tongue
so unkind
i can't wash this off, can't make it go away
can't pretend it doesn't sting, that there's something i could say
to make you know the truth, to show you how it feels
walking through a storm of lies
with judgement at your heels
poison tongue poison tongue
nobody's friend
poison tongue poison tongue
will it ever end
Karen Savoca - Vocals, Clavinet, Conga, Shakire
Peter Heitzman - Electric and Slide Guitars
Jerry Jemmott - Bass
Written by Karen Savoca © Alcove/BMI 2016
the way it was
we talk, but we say nothing
love's lost, and there's no trusting
it all just keeps on rusting
and you can't go back
you can't go back
you can't go back to the way it was
who sees a heart that's broken?
our gifts are only tokens
we swallow words unspoken
and we can't go back
we can't go back
we can't go back to the way it was
maybe at another time... maybe at another time...
maybe at another time we'll be fine
the lesson i have learned
when love turns to betrayal
all the bridges that you built can burn
till you can't go back
you can't go back
you can't go back to the way it was
i tell you, i'm not mad
and it finally feels less bad
but every now and then i still get sad
that we can't go back
we can't go back
we can't go back to the way it was
maybe at another time... maybe at another time
maybe at another time we'll be fine
Karen Savoca - Vocals, Piano
Peter Heitzman - Slide Guitar
Written by Karen Savoca © Alcove/BMI 2016
i shook the tree
i hung the pig, i shook the tree
i stopped caring what you think of me
what you think is not who i am
i shook the tree
i shook the tree, drank the juice
i never hid anything from you
i pulled the curtain from the truth
and shook the tree
oh, when the lights go out
i don't know how you stand it
oh, when the lights go out
how do you find your way?
i shook the tree, fruit fell down
like a stone, it hit the ground
but when it fell it made no sound
i shook the tree
i shook the tree, filled my sack
ran to the woods, not coming back
you cut me down, and set me free
i shook the tree
oh, when the lights go out
i don't know how you stand it
oh, when the lights go out
how do you find your way?
i hung the pig, i shook the tree
i stopped caring what you think of me
you cut me down, and set me free
i shook the tree
here i stand, but you don't see
i shook the tree
Karen Savoca - Vocals, Conga, Brushes, Bimba's Cheese Grater
Peter Heitzman - Baritone and Electric Guitars
Jerry Jemmott - Bass
Written by Karen Savoca © Alcove/BMI 2016
no more you
(for T-Bone)
picking flowers while you sleep
gathering up my can't forgets
all the things i meant to keep
the sound of you
speaking on that old cassette
songs you'll never hear
i sing them still for you
scenes you'll never paint
longing through the days
shadows grey and blue
and i can't believe it's true
that there's no more you
tapping prayers on my heart
counting every old regret
meant to call you, meant to say
stories fall away
and i try not to forget
then i see you in a dream
we're all standing in the moon
things are seldom what they seem
a never ending stream
rushing off too soon
and i can't believe it's true
that there's no more
no i can't believe it's true
that there's no more you
Karen Savoca - Vocal, Piano
Peter Heitzman - Electric Guitars
Written by Karen Savoca © Alcove/BMI 2016
it's gonna be alright
oh no, there she goes again
unhinged, spinning in the wind
left you out on the curb waiting for a ride
well yeah, you've been here before
by now you should know the score
just don't let it tear you up inside
it's gonna be alright, this is what i say
you don't have to pretend
that you like it
it's gonna be alright, this is what i know
you'll learn when to hold on
and when to let go
she's high as a rocket
new guy in her pocket
one of the games she likes to play
but tonight, she's an awful mess
sit tight, it's anybody's guess
who'll be the first to walk away
it's gonna be alright, this is what i say
you don't have to pretend
that you like it
it's gonna be alright, this is what i know
you're learning when to hold on
and when to let go
we're here rooting for you
it's clear, we adore you
been that way since the day you arrived
if the sky's dark above you
close your eyes, know we love you
it won't be cloudy all of the time
it's gonna be alright, this is what i say
you don't have to pretend
to you like it
it's gonna be alright, this is what i know
you'll learn when to hold on
and when to let go
Karen Savoca - Vocal, Brushes
Peter Heitzman - Acoustic Guitar
Written by Karen Savoca © Alcove/BMI 2016
winter coat
if you don't love me, well that's okay
gonna stand in the warm sun anyway
let it fill up this well gone dry
i got no more tears to cry
it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
i just want to go on my way
if you don't like me, well it's alright
gonna walk outside on a starry night
gonna thank those stars for what i got
don't have it all, but i have a lot
and it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
i just want you to go on your way
one little smile could make me break
one little hand could pull me back
i've been a fool, the same mistake
now i'm shedding it all like a winter coat
shedding it all like a winter coat
shedding it all like a winter
if we don't meet again it's alright with me
i was never a part of the family
i gave it my all, and it was never enough
kept driving on though the road was rough
it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
i just want to turn the page
but one little smile could've made me break
and one little hand could've pulled me back
oh, what a fool, the same mistake
now i'm shedding it all like a winter coat
shedding it all like a winter coat
shedding it all like a winter
Karen Savoca - Vocal, Piano
Written by Karen Savoca © Alcove/BMI 2016