Produced by the Harley String Band
Engineered and Mastered by Gary Jaffe, Lizrd Studios
Lyrics
The Pride of the White Star Line
©2005 Jim Johnson (ASCAP)
We came from just north of Devonshire
when the famine took it’s hold.
Worked our way down Southampton port
with the little that we own.
An April wind – swept through that ship so high
as we quit the gray coastline.
And of our fortune – she whispered not a hint
No, she never gave a sign.
(Chorus)
And we’ll leave it all up to fate
And we’ll leave it all behind
And we’ll sail - on the pride - of the White Star Line
Some walked with wealth or carried fame
in the shadow of the mast.
Most of us just packed our unknown names
and stayed down in third class.
Worked six years on that farm, but failed
back home in county Cork.
It’s dark in the belly of this whale
and we’re eight days from New York.
The floors below all screamed, then they cried,
when it ripped her from the side.
And the walls began to lean, and then divide,
when she left the ice behind.
Some they worked to save, while the band
stayed till the end to play.
Then she rolled – fifteen hundred faced the grave
And the lifeboats rowed away.
Living Lives Apart
©2007 James D Clark
(Chorus)
You don’t know me
I don’t know you
We’re two strangers
Living worlds apart
Call me crazy
It won’t phase me
Just two strangers
living lives apart
In the morning
as I wake up next to you,
I wonder why I still deny
the dreams I hope to find
And in the evening
as I lie down next to you,
I wonder why I thought that time
could ever change your mind
In the stillness
As I cry a tear for you
I can’t begin to understand
What brought us to this end
And in the silence
As I lie there next to you
I wonder if the coming year
Will fall like winter rain
Guantanamo
©2004 Stephen R Coffee (ASCAP)
The stars for my blanket
I lie here on the ground
The sun’s the only thing
Allowed to move around
I don’t cause no trouble
Don’t even make a sound
Could be years to go, Guantanamo
Few more years to go, Guantanamo
I fought for my country
I fought the infidel
I heard Allah calling
Like the ringing of a bell
But now I found Jesus
Right here in Christian hell
He loves me this I know, Guantanamo
Jesus loves me this I know, Guantanamo
The blue Caribbean
It soothes me in my rage
Its tropical breezes
Find me in my cage
An endless vacation
To pay the sinner’s wage
Everybody sing Swing Low, Guantanamo
A few more years to go, Guantanamo
Everybody sing Swing Low
Didn’t Come to Stay Long
©2007 Jim Johnson (ASCAP)
I won’t be here tomorrow - Don’t have a lot of time
I’ll only make a cameo - And just memorize my lines
Before evening falls upon me - And pins me to the ground
But I didn’t come to stay long anyhow
I crossed the streets of London town - Making near and wide
By oceans sounding endlessly - Roamed the countryside
Then that girl, she fell upon me - And left me upside down
Seems she didn’t come to stay long anyhow
Think what you will of me – Tomorrow I’ll be gone
And all I’ve left behind, are these simple lines I’ve drawn
In this song
We’ll both be gone tomorrow - With eon’s left in time
Children fill the empty space - And memorize their lines
Before evening falls upon them - And pins them to the ground
But they didn’t come to stay long anyhow
No, they didn’t come to stay long anyhow . . .
I Saw You
©2005 James D Clark
This Old Song
©2006 Stephen R Coffee (ASCAP)
This old road don’t seem to end
This old dog won’t hunt
My old gal’s gone completely round the bend
Maybe it’s time for me to punt
But there’s a halo round the moon tonight
It’s got me wondering what tomorrow’s gonna do
This old heart’s seen better days
This old gun won’t shoot
My get up and go has gone and made a getaway
Ought to give myself the boot
But there’s been lightening on the ridge tonight
And I hate to miss a good thunderstorm
(chorus)
When I’m feeling like the day’s too long, I’m too far gone
The night puts on a magic show right here in my front lawn
Like it’s telling me I’ve got to keep on keeping on
And I start singing this old song
I’m the straw that stirs the Milky Way
And I challenge any man to prove me wrong
These old bones make too much noise
This old guitar won’t tune
Some of the best of the good old boys
Are calling from the dark side of the moon
But there’s a firefly jamboree tonight
Old coyote’s gonna sing his lonesome blues
This old song don’t seem to end
Love’s a Gentle River
©2005 James D Clark
Thank You for Calling PizzaCo
©2006 Stephen R Coffee (ASCAP)
Thank you for calling PizzaCo
I see 555-1210
Mr. Johnson, how are you today
Now if you’ll just confirm for me
Your Homeland Security ID
I’ll get your pizza started Yo
That’s what I’m saying
I see here that you often buy
Our extra Gordo Meaty Pie
Well here’s on offer from your HMO
The ChickaSoy low carb low fat’s
On two-for-one they tell us that
Your cholesterol’s been running awful high
Is this to go?
Now calm down, settle down
Welcome to the new century
You may as well get hip
To this new relationship
We’re your full-service pizza company
Your pizza’s cooking, come and get it
Bring cash though, you ain’t got no credit
In fact I see you’ve fallen on hard times
Something about child support
Yeah I’ve got your credit report
It’s all so we can serve you better
Oh now, don’t whine
Since you’re coming this-a-way
You might as well stop in and pay
That fine, you know those books are overdue
You’ve also got some movies out
“Babes gone wild” what’s that about?
We’re learning more about you every day
And you’re the dude
Now calm down, settle down
There’s no use to complain any more
We know what you do
And how you do it when you do it
You’d be amazed what we can sell that for
Your profile says you use Vitalis
Old Spice, Right Guard, Cialis
Guess you’ve got those Baby Boomer Blues
Well our PharmaSausage double decker
Will put the life back in your wife
Ask your doctor’s answering service if it’s
Right for you
Well I’m really not supposed to say
But the FBI and the CIA
Are keeping tabs on what you have for lunch
I’m not saying that you owe me
But terrorists don’t eat pepperoni
So I bet your going to be okay
That’s just a hunch
Now calm down, settle down
You shouldn’t talk like that on the phone
You don’t want to go back in
For anger management
So goodbye 555-1210
And thank you for calling PizzaCo
When a Tree Falls
©2005 Jim Johnson (ASCAP)
It stood for a hundred years
Before the storm that brought it down
Another oak in the forest
That grew on the edge of town
With branches wide and roots grown deep
It was sturdy from the start
But the clouds rolled in - and the lightning struck
And split it through the heart
She walked into the kitchen
Where He sat with the morning news
She said “Hey, we need to talk”
And then she told him they were through
And the breakfast fell in silence
The teapot screamed in turn
Then the paper folded gently
While the toast began to burn
(chorus)
When a tree falls in the forest
And there’s not a soul around
Will you feel the blow from the impact?
Will you hear any trace of the sound?
When love’s gone in a moment
And the bonds have all come apart
Will you feel the blow from the impact?
Or hear the sound of a broken heart?
Walking through deserted woods
He felt his hands were turning cold
Grey sky hid the sun
Made him feel like he was old
He came upon a fallen oak
Down from a fatal storm
Roots exposed - bark stripped free
Heartwood split and torn
Then he fumbled from his pocket
And it flashed in the light of day
And it cracked the sound of the stillness
The echo’s faded away
Now on the floor of the forest
Brothers rest on the morn’
Opened up and set free
Hearts all split and torn
Where You Going With My Heart?
©2007 Stephen R Coffee (ASCAP)
Where you going with my heart
I don’t think we said Goodbye
Can’t you look me in the eye
It was broken from the start
There was nothing you could do
It’s enough you wanted to
Where you going with my heart
Was it me who was leaving
Did I tear us apart
But you kept on breathing
Where you going with my heart
See the love come rushing out
See it running down my chest
Like a thousand sins confessed
From the undertow of doubt
I could never reach your shore
And you can’t hear me anymore
See the love come rushing out
You’ve gone far on down the road
But I still see you standing there
Catching teardrops in your hair
Shouldering your heavy load
Well here’s your chance to put it down
You don’t have to haul it around
Where you going with my heart (put it down)
Where you going with my heart
Where you going
Now It Won’t Be Long
©2005 Jim Johnson (ASCAP)
There’s a chill as I hear the dark and icy knock upon my door
I hide in the shadow - so it looks like I don’t live here anymore
The hinges groan out wide - and in rolls, an awful mist of gray
A hooded silhouette in black – bleached and boney fingers curl my way
(Chorus)
Leave my doorway – please sir be gone
It’s not time yet – Something’s wrong
Then thunder rolled
Now it won’t be long
Clearly some mistake was made – the keeper of your list must be at fault
For I am still young, you see - and don’t deserve this cruel assault
I appeal to you, kind sir - and your sense of all that’s good and fair
Leave me to embrace the sky and breathe the crystal air
Floating in the entrance - the figure turned and looked my way
In silence hovering there –as I searched for something more to say
Now many days are gone since then – but I remain to write this song
I had never noticed him before – but I believe he may have been there all along
Lay Your Heavy Burden Down
©2005 James D Clark
Waltzing Matilda
Banjo Paterson
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The Songs
The Pride of the White Star Line
Jim Johnson: Banjo, lead vocal
Jim Clark: Guitar, vocals
Steve Coffee: Guitar, vocals
Living Lives Apart
Jim Clark: Guitar, harmonica, lead vocal
Jim Johnson: Guitar, vocals
Steve Coffee: Mandolin, vocals
Guantanamo
Steve Coffee: Guitar, vocals
Jim Johnson: Banjo
Jim Clark: Cittern
Didn’t Come to Stay Long
Jim Johnson: Guitar, lead vocal
Jim Clark: Cittern, vocals
Steve Coffee: Mandolin, vocals
I Saw You
Jim Clark: Guitar, lead vocal
Jim Johnson: Guitar
Steve Coffee: Guitar, vocals
This Old Song
Steve Coffee: Guitar, vocal
Jim Johnson: Guitar, harmonica
Jim Clark: Cittern
Love’s a Gentle River
Jim Clark: Guitar, lead vocal
Jim Johnson: Guitar
Steve Coffee: Cittern, vocals
Thank You for Calling PizzaCo
Steve Coffee: Guitar, vocals
Jim Johnson: Banjo
Jim Clark: Guitar, vocals
When a Tree Falls
Jim Johnson: Guitar, lead vocal
Jim Clark: Guitar, vocals
Steve Coffee: Mandolin, vocals
Where You Going With My Heart?
Steve Coffee: Guitar, vocals
Jim Johnson: Piano
Jim Clark: Cittern
Now It Won’t Be Long
Jim Johnson: Banjo, lead vocal
Jim Clark: Guitar, vocals
Steve Coffee: Guitar
Lay Your Heavy Burden Down
Jim Clark: Cittern, lead vocal
Jim Johnson: Guitar, vocals
Steve Coffee: Guitar, mandolin, vocals
Waltzing Matilda
Jim Johnson: Guitar, lead vocal
Jim Clark: Cittern, vocals
Steve Coffee: Mandolin, vocals |
