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Traveler's Lullaby Lyrics
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This Heart of Mine Deserves More
Something Stole My Mama's Mind
Indigo Sky
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Going Out to the County (Gonna Take My Blues Away)
Only Way Home
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Smokin' Joe and the double Dots
Wholly (single release)
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Words and music by Barb Webber
Written in 1999
c.2000 Barbara T. Webber
The first time I held you in my arms, I knew that you were heaven blest
And I asked God to show me how to love you best.
You twirled and tumbled and climbed around,
while I stood with open arms on the ground,
ready to hold you if something went awry.
Suddenly you were eager to fly, away.
Refrain:
Oh Child, where did your wings go?
Why are you falling out of control?
I'm here to catch you.
I'm here to hold you.
Remember you're from steady ground.
I always knew there'd come a time when I would not agree with you,
But I thought our love would see us through.
The world is shaped by dreams of youth
when built on the lap of wisdom's truth.
You hear voices are calling you "climb high."
My heart goes with you always as you fly, away. Refrain
It takes a time or two of trying before you finally get it right.
At the end of every tunnel is a bright light.
Generations stand behind you now,
cheering and proud like a noisy crowd.
Take a deep breath and stretch your arms out wide.
Pack our love with you as you fly, away. Refrain
Something Stole My Mama's Mind
Words and music by Barb Webber
Written in 1997
c.2000 Barbara T. Webber
She walks in the world of the living dead.
Pieces of thoughts float through her head.
Twenty-five degrees out and she's running down the street.
Her coat's in the shower, there's no shoes on her feet.
Refrain:
Something stole, something stole,
something stole my mama's mind,
and I don't like what it left behind.
She calls out for Papa, begs him to come.
Where has he gone now, what has he done.
Someone tells her he's long gone, she breaks down and cries.
Oh my poor mama, grief is frozen in her eyes. Refrain
A lifetime of memories withered on the vine
Faces in photographs, names lost for all of time.
Time has no meaning, no future no past.
Tell me how long this prison's gonna last. Refrain
She sits near the window in her favorite rocking chair.
She looks like an angel, the sun shining in her hair.
I'm an orphan with a parent, and I'm on my knees to pray,
Oh my sweet Jesus, touch my mama's mind today. Refrain
Words and music by Barb Webber
c.1996 Barbara T. Webber
I've been traveling this road such a long time.
All things considered, I'm doing just fine.
Drive the same way to work and the same way home,
when the labor is done, I sit back alone.
Silence is solace and silence is good.
And the sound of my heartbeat is my soul's true food.
It pounds out a rhythm in the deep of the night
And it told me my life was a bit too uptight.
Refrain:
And the winds of St. Jude are blowing through my heart.
I feel it coming, a fresh start.
With the morning dew, I start thinking anew.
Open the doors for the winds of St. Jude.
Rubbing shoulders with people I feared yesterday.
Hearing stories of the cold wind that blows their way.
Ride the bus into work and home again.
Never knowing when I meet the smile of a friend.
Counting my blessings with opened eyes
Guess I have more when I look twice.
I gave away choices and now I'm ashamed
Lost too much living each time I complained. Refrain
Look back at the clones I used to call friends.
Look back at their empty eyes and grins.
Roll up my sleeves and test a new road.
Love is a choice and change is the toll. Refrain
Words and music by Barb Webber
Written 1998
c.2000 Barbara T. Webber
Rushing through life's calendar
the trees flash by in a blur
You cry to me about feeling lost
and I heard not a word.
Now you tell me that you may not find your way along our road.
And I fall and crumble beneath this painful load.
Refrain:
I was not awake for you my dear
For the things your heart wanted mine to hear.
Like a gentle breeze in a forest of trees
I lost part of you somehow.
Please forgive me now.
I sit on a stone on the forest floor
The sunlight streams from above
I listen carefully for your song
to speak to me of love
I can only wait to receive your heart should you decide to stay
And pray for a whisper of hope upon this day. Refrain
Words and music by Gregg Lindsay
c.2000 Gregg Lindsay
Every night when the sun goes down,
the moon wakes up and the stars, they dance around.
Time to relax, lay down your sleepy head.
Put away your storybook, it's time for bed.
Refrain: Each night just about this late hour,
start dreaming dreams of climbing a tower,
flying above the houses and trees,
marching with the Teddy Bears,
conversing with the bees.
Night time is the right time to catch a few Z's.
Get your forty winks in, slip underneath the sheets.
Hello Mr. Sandman, hit the rack, take a snooze.
But the best part about Night time, is being alone with you.
BRIDGE: The pulse of the city is throbbing all day, it doesn't skip a beat for you.
You butter your bread fighting traffic jams, we've better things to do.
The alarm clock goes off and you take your shower.
I put on the tea but the milk is sour.
Rush out the door but always with a kiss.
The day is starting, the night time's what I'll miss.
Refrain: Each night just about this late hour,
start dreaming dreams of climbing a tower,
flying above the houses and trees.
Just being with the ones you love,
it's good enough for me.
Night time is the right time to catch a few Z's.
Get your forty winks in, slip underneath the sheets.
Hello Mr. Sandman, hit the rack, take a snooze.
But the best part about Night time, is being alone with you.
Words and music by Barb Webber
Written 1996
c.2000 Barbara T. Webber
Colored threads on ivory cloth,
in and out she pulls them taut
Lets her dreams fly far and wide,
lifts her head and then she cries.
Farm work's hard on a woman's hands
and housework holds no glory.
When the book is written on these pioneer lands,
the woman fights for her story.
Her friend is the dim lamplight,
when all are asleep at night,
and she can be who she wants to be.
Grandma's dreams are sewn in colors,
yellow hope and melancholic blue.
Grandma's prayers for her granddaughters
only ask that their dreams come true.
Colored threads on ivory cloth,
in and out she pulls them taut.
Lets her dreams fly far and wide,
lifts her head and then she sighs.
Once a year at the county fair,
the woman lays out her linens.
Clenches her hands in a panicked prayer
til they hand her the champion ribbon.
Takes them home to the cedar chest,
tucks them in for a decade's rest,
and wishes all could see what she can see. Refrain
Colored threads on ivory cloth,
in and out she pulls them taut.
Lets her dreams fly far and wide,
lifts her head with aging pride.
Gather round the Thanksgiving table,
Grandma always has a place.
Granddaughters come as you are able,
fold your hands and say our grace.
When we tell her all we've done,
she smiles at the rising sun,
and knows she can be just as free. Refrain
Words and music by Barb Webber
Written in 1998
c.2000 Barbara T. Webber
Great Grandma's roses grow round my door,
the roots go back a hundred years or more.
Every June they burst into bloom,
fill the air with sweet perfume.
Down through the generations to me,
given to friends and family,
Great-grandma's philosophy.
A rose needs tending, a rose needs care;
a rose needs a willing heart to share.
Through the driest of droughts and coldest of colds,
a rose will survive and a rose will grow.
A band of commitment on my left hand,
a vow to forgive and to understand,
to soften the words spoken in haste,
to laugh and to tease my friend's embrace.
Love needs tending and loves needs care;
love needs a willing heart to share.
Through the driest of droughts and coldest of cold,
love will survive and love will grow.
Great-grandma's rocker greets me each night.
The worries of the day take a rhythmic flight.
See the world through my children's eyes,
full of challenge, and questions, and grand surprise.
Down from the generations to me,
given to my children and their families,
Great-grandmas philosophy.
A home needs tending, a home needs care;
a child needs a willing heart to share.
Through the driest of droughts and the coldest of cold,
love will survive, and love will grow.
Words and music by Tom Webber
c.2000 Thomas C. Webber
I was sittin' down on my daddy's knee
and I tell you what he done told me.
He said, "Boy -- there's a hard, cruel world outside
Ya gotta stand up, stand tall and hold onto your pride"
A-singin' --- whoa yeah (whoa yeah)
mmmm --- mmmm --- mmmm
A-singin' --- whoa yeah (whoa yeah)
mmmm --- mmmm --- mmmm
Ya know, there was a time, when people seemed to stick by you.
If'n one person fell down, the others saw them through.
And I know, boy, the world's a different game
but ya gotta believe, believe, there's peoples still the same. A-singin' ...
All men are different, and yet they're still yo' brothers.
And women are your equals, they're yo' sisters and mothers.
And don't get hung up on different cultures or skin.
There's only one world God gave us, and that's the one we're in. A-singin'...
Here's a lesson boy: no matter whatcha do
there's gonna come hard times, and sufferin' too.
Just stick to that path, the one ya know that's got heart,
and trust that happiness will follow, if you keep doing your part. A-singin'...
I was sittin' down on my daddy's knee,
and I tell you what he done told me.
He said, "Boy -- there's a hard, cruel world outside.
Ya gotta stand up, stand tall and hold onto your pride." A-singin'...
Words and music by Barb Webber
Written in 1987
c.2000 Barbara T. Webber
Wouldn't it be a loving world if all the prayers prayed were answered by the ones who prayed?
Wouldn't it be a loving world if all the ones who asked were those who gave?
Wouldn't it be a loving world, a wish come true for all of us who pray
if love filled the hurting void and held the wounded kingdom saved?
Look around the world and cry for people trapped outside of Camelot.
No daily bread, no blanket, not even one merciful chance.
Kings and knights cry indignantly and gesture at another's lot,
conspire to guard their coffers and thrust the diplomatic lance.
Holy God of many names, drain our moat of suffering.
Grant us bridges of healing strength to share your bread as our prayer.
Mother Teresa, living saint, feeds the hungered, dries the dying's tears.
Points to a deeper pain of the homeless heart, poorer than the poor.
The rich, the poor, the old, the lame, the never-had-a-chance-to-be.
With Mother's heart a-failing, it's now our crusade.
So churches stand around the world, spired silhouettes against the sky.
Marble and mahogany, dappled with the sun through stained art.
Robes and motions and litanies, collected throughout the years.
Neither riches nor history, can touch the wounded heart.
Holy God of many names, drain our moat of suffering.
Grant us bridges of healing strength to share your bread as our prayer.
Yes, it would be a loving world if all the prayers prayed were answered by the ones who pray.
Yes, it would be a loving world if all the one who asked were those who gave.
Yes, it would be a loving world, a wish come true for all of us who pray
when love fills the hurting void and holds the wounded kingdom saved
when love heals the hurting void and holds the wounded kingdom saved.
Words and music by Barb Webber
Written in 1988
c.2000 Barbara T. Webber
Ten birds on a rooftop, three flew away,
two flew back, and the farmer shot one.
How many sparrows remain?
Twenty sick sheep standing in a field,
one dies, how many remain?
Riddleman, Riddleman, tell me. (x2)
First he'd ask a question that we all had heard before.
Then he'd change the answer, so we never could be sure
which one was the right one.
Riddleman would laugh high and loud.
Riddleman, Riddleman, tell me. (x2)
Riddleman won't you tell me why this life hurts,
why the hungry heart has fears?
Riddleman, can't we fix it, make the wrongs right,
bring to rest the tumbling tears?
Riddleman, Riddleman, tell me. (x2)
You can tell the way the months will go
by the first twelve days of the year.
So it's been for ninety of my years.
Some things are written in the Farmer's Almanac;
some things are found only in the soul.
No Riddleman Riddleman cannot tell you. (x2)
Ten birds on a roof top, three flew away,
two flew back and the farmer shot one.
Words and Music by Barb Webber
c.1996 Barbara T. Webber
Heavy darkness falls around the struggling traveler
hiding the path that once seemed so clear.
And he stumbles yet again and this time lays
where he thought he'd never be in all his days.
She reaches out her hand to stroke his hair,
cooing a lullaby of tender care.
"Close your eyes and feel my strength.
Sleep awhile to dream at length.
And know that there is day, to follow night,
and peace is on it's way with gentle light."
Soon his trouble songs discover harmonies.
The load he carries begins to slowly ease.
And his dreams take sail upon a lifting wind,
free to leave and free to come home again.
He sighs as her hand strokes his hair,
hears her lullaby of tender care
"Close your eyes and feel my strength.
Sleep awhile to dream at length.
And know that there is day, to follow night,
and peace is on it's way with gentle light."
And he wakes. And she is gone,
but she left behind her home.
In the parting she whispered an eternity
of understanding and trust, and courage to be.
He remembered her hand within his hair.
Heard her lullaby of tender care.
Closed his eyes and felt her strength.
Slept awhile to dream at length.
And knew that there was day to follow night,
and peace came on its way with gentle light.
And the weary traveler dreams of her at night
And peace comes to him with gentle light.
Words and Music by Barb Webber
c.2002 Barbara T. Webber
Got my raise in pay just the other day,
The price of gas rose twice as fast,
And they told me I should be feeling good.
There’s hiring freezes till efficiency increases
And I’m breaking my back just to pick up the slack,
And I told them I was working as hard as I could.
And I get the feeling that no one is listening
They’re counting their money with eyes a’ glistening.
There’s not much I can say that would do any good.
Chorus:
Board the train or get out of the way
It doesn’t really matter anyway.
We’re on Wall Street Time
And this engine’s moving down the profit line.
My middle-aged boss got the pen and the toss,
The department head’s now from Europe instead
And they told me I should be feeling good.
The bonuses are cut and the benefits suck.
The hours are longer; make the coffee stronger
And I told them I was working as hard as I could.
And I see the owner just once a year
On a videoconference from a yacht somewhere.
I’m just a number that impacts the bottom line. Chorus.
A new guru came with a famous name
And by Power Pointý he revised the joint
And they called him “Messiah of the Business Land.”
But there’s many others like me here
Trading our tongues for jobs I fear
And we told them nothing cause they wouldn’t understand.
If it’s all about money they sell some souls
You may be working on computers or digging for coal
Does money buy a ticket to your promised land? Chorus.
Words and music by Barb Webber
c.2002 Barbara T. Webber
Watching the cars go by
Under the indigo sky
And I sit above it all.
I could easily
Be in that driving frenzy
But here I am perched on this wall.
Don’t know why I stopped today.
Just sort of passed here on my way
To somewhere else,
To somewhere else,
To somewhere else.
Breathing a cleansing sigh
Under the indigo sky
It all fades away on a breez
Leaving a skeleton,
Revealing a bone deep yen,
Remembering a dream with ease.
Funny how fast I became distracted
Only to find that the path I’m on led
To somewhere else,
To somewhere else,
To somewhere else.
And the indigo sky is blooming.
Not a storm cloud is looming, overhead.
Venus is the east is rising
And it isn’t so surprising
That I’m looking up from the dead.
Watching the cars go by
Under the indigo sky.
Serenity enters with rhyme.
She comes on the Easter wind.
Life is reborn again.
Rejoice in what is mine.
Gonna sit right here awhile
Till I figure out how to keep this smile
Before I go,
Before I go
To somewhere else.
Words and music by Barb Webber
c.2002 Barbara T. Webber
Oh Sister bring your worries.
Lay them at my door.
Let me hold you when you’re frightened,
dry your eyes and so much more.
The world can be so hea
for all of us at times.
Oh Sister bring your worries,
Your cares now are mine.
Chorus:
The first step begins with knowing, the opening of the eyes.
The doing may be a struggle and the ending a surprise.
But it’s the journey, the journey; it’s the journey that makes us wise.
But it’s the journey, the journey; it’s the journey that makes us wise.
Oh Sister you are gentle.
Oh Sister you are strong.
You can make the loving choices
to heal whatever’s wrong.
And when the world feels heavy
just look into life’s mirror.
Oh Sister can’t you see me,
walking with you there. (Chorus)
Oh Sister I’ve been standing, where you are today.
Oh Sister I can promise that peace is on its way.
Oh Sister it takes courage
to make it through each day.
But one by one, when counted,
You’ll find you’re on your way.
Then, when the world weighs heavy
on another sister’s heart,
invite her worries to you.
Her journey’s about to start.
Cause it’s the journey, the journey,
It’s the journey that makes us wise.
Cause it’s the journey, the journey,
It’s the journey that makes us wise.
Words and music by Barb Webber
c.2002 Barbara T. Webber
When I look back upon my life, it’s all clear to me.
My life is like a river flowing surely to the sea.
The rocks that make it bend and twist as it flows from the source
Are the people who cared enough to guide my river’s course.
Chorus:
I’m tired of changing with the times. Let the times change with me.
Set my heart as a compass on the human sea.
Let me be the rock in your river, the stone in your stream.
Let us make something real of a far-reaching dream.
When all is said and all is done, I’ll leave a legacy.
No buildings, rocks, no monuments will be named after me.
But a heart that’s lit from within and a spirit flowing free.
What better fate could I choose for my destiny. Chorus.
A wellspring of love flows from my heart.
Come with me and be a part of a dream. Chorus.
Words and music by Barb Webber
c.2002 Barbara T. Webber
You carry your anger in a bag on your shoulder.
It’s dragging you down like a thousand ton boulder.
It’s crushing your breath; your dying soul’s growing colder.
Don’t cry to me when you no longer hold her.
‘Cause when anger’s your load,
It’s gonna be a long, long, long, long, long, long lonely road.
You sit there a whining and nursing your gin.
The fire in your belly’s the devil within.
You fight till you’re right only you’ll never win.
If your heart won’t forgive then it can’t let her in.
It’s gonna be a long, long, long, long, long, long lonely road.
You’re reciting a litany of things she’s done wrong
instead of looking inside for the words to your song.
The volcano is building till its just you and anger alone.
Alone,
You’re a debonair man with an air of cool grace,
but you’re rotting behind that pretty-boy face.
Man this is real; it’s not her mid-life phase.
You’re watching her leave through your stuperous haze.
It’s gonna be a long, long, long, long, long, long lonely road.
It’s gonna be a long, long, long, long, long, long lonely road.
Words and music by Barb Webber
c.2002 Barbara T. Webber
One sun sets, one sun rises
And in between there are no surprises
The way he likes it, nice and even.
One long stretch before the day starts
He tugs her closer ‘neath his heart
And knows she sharin’ the dream they’re weavin’
A moment of quiet till the world awakes
But a moment of stillness is all it takes
To stay nice and even.
Chorus:
Nice and even
The world’s exploding all around
Nice and even
This craziness won’t get him down
Nice and even
Nice and even.
The phones are ringin’, pagers beepin’
Everyone’s talking and tempers are steepin’
But he stays peaceful, nice and even.
When the day is done he rushes home
Tussles with the kids till he gets her alone
And they can find balance within their haven.
It all makes sense with the one he loves
And with a little bit of grace from heaven above
He stays nice and even. Chorus.
(Gonna Take My Blues Away)
Words and music byTom Webber
c.2002 Thomas C. Webber
Goin’ out to the country,
I’m gonna take my blues away
I’m goin’ out to the country,
I’m gonna take my blues away
I’m just tired of this hustle bustle
Of this ole city all the day
Got myself a car
I’m gonna need myself some gas
Ooooh, got myself a car
An’ I’m gonna need myself some gas
I’d be obliged if ya got me some
So I can cut myself a path
My baby done gone for another
An’ she ain’t never gonna come back
Yeah, my baby done gone for another
An’ she ain’t never gonna come back
But, Lord, ya know there’ll be others
That’s a natch’le born fact
Livin’ with the old wild beasts, Lord
Now that don’t bother me
Oooooh, livin’ with the ole wild beasts, Lord
That don’t bother me
Cuz if’n I were to get scared
I got my ole whiskey --- DRINK IT ON DOWN!!!
Goin’ out to the country,
I’m gonna take my blues away
I’m goin’ out to the country,
I’m gonna take my blues away
I’m just tired of this hustle bustle ---
Of this ole city
I say, this ole city ---
a-a-a-a-all the day.
Words and music by Barb Webber
c.2002 Barbara T. Webber
There are circles underneath her eyes and her skin is a pale gray white.
It’s early to rise, work hard all day, and worry through the night.
She has bills to pay in creative ways; everyone’s need is strong.
It’s step by step with a prayer for strength and help to carry on.
Refrain:
Oh she’s looking for a little hope
So open up your arms and let her walk right in.
It’s been a long and a lonely day
and what she really needs right now is a friend.
Oh won’t you hold her now.
Help her believe somehow
That she can get out there and do it all again.
Their sentences start with the royal I and end with a regal me.
Knowing it’s the growing child’s way doesn’t make the road easy.
And all the things that make her sing are pushed off to the side.
The chasm between now and dreams grows far too wide. Refrain.
A woman in blue extends her arms in a gesture of peace.
Mother to mother the eyes miss what the spirit always sees.
A longing look in the photo book, smiles of promises to keep.
A pulse of joy leaps in her heart just before she sleeps. Refrain.
Words and music by Barb Webber
c.2002 Barbara T. Webber
Here we are at the stroke of midnight.
Will you stay or should I take flight
And hide away in a fairy tale.
I’d write of you with a very kind pen,
Speak of your beauty without and within
And only we would know we’d failed
To find the secret of love, find the secret of love.
I’ve been searching for my holy grail,
High and low to no avail.
I locked my princess in an ivory tower.
I’ve been sleeping for a very long while,
Poisoned by a bitter trial.
I need a kiss of gentle power.
Will we find the secret of love, find the secret of love?
You’ve battled dragons, slept in dungeons cold
And I’ve kissed a lot of fair-weathered toads.
Will we find the secret of to have and to hold?
Here we are at the stroke of midnight,
Holding our masks with a grip too tigh
Will I stay? Will you go?
If I show the real me to you,
Will you vow to love me true?
Will you stay? Will I go?
Will we find the secret of love, find the secret of love,
Find the secret of love, find the secret of love?
Words and music by Barb Webber
c.2002 Barbara T. Webber
In 1919 a young man came from France,
Returned to the home of his parents.
With scars on his heart and medals on his breast
He locked tight the lid of his soldier’s chest.
A man of light humor before he left for war,
Barely tipped a smile anymore.
The family talked among themselves as they worked about the farm.
“Thank goodness he’s come home to us without harm.
It will all work on fine if we just give him time,
If we just give him time to heal.”
In 1926 his bad dreams in the night
Turned to terror at the days’ sounds and sights.
In search of peace at home, he agreed to take a bride
And soon she had a babe clinging to her side.
A dank and musty silence descended on the two
Who stayed together as they were told to do.
The family talked among themselves as they worked about the farm.
“Thank goodness he’s not doin’ nobody harm.
It will all work out fine if we just given him time,
If we just give him time to heal.”
In 1935 early in the morn
They found him swaying in the barn.
An unholy death buys an unholy grave.
In suicide there’s no soul to save.
A young lad sees his mother wipe away her tears,
Solemn far beyond his years.
The family talked among themselves as they worked about the farm.
“Thank goodness he can’t do anymore harm.
It will all work out fine if we just give them time,
If we just give them time to heal.”
Words and music by Barb Webber
c.2002 Barbara T. Webber
From the time of a baby’s birth
There’s no guarantee on earth
That things are going to go that child’s way.
Look for diamonds in the rough
Swear a little when the times are tough
We’ve got to live with them until our dying day.
Chorus:
When your soul is empty let the rain pour down.
Let the river sweep you to shores unknown.
Take the water of your pain and sorrow,
Bless the ground and let hope grow.
A tree planted on fertile soil dies;
Another on the rocky ground survives.
Guess that’s just the way the world turns.
Some look for patterns in the stars
Others beseech a God afar.
Still the bitter taste of truth will always burn. Chorus.
The high winds of a gale have blown
Another family from their home.
They lost everything ‘cept what is in their hearts.
Line the ducks up all in a row,
Lose a few to the undertow,
And suddenly, a person gets real smart. Chorus.
c.2004 Barbara T. Webber
The moon hangs in the sky with a cockeyed grin
Something good, something bad
Tip a smile and it turns real sad
But I choose, I choose, I choose to believe
That the moon wears a cockeyed grin
A copper penny lays lost in a busy street
Tarnished by the wind, the dirt, the sleet.
Heads or tails, win or fail
Maybe luck will tip these scales
But I choose, I choose, I choose to believe
That good luck’s at my feet
Wait for the evening's blushing sun
Blessings on a day well-done
Cruise control or struggling up a
Preordained, free-will gained
Finding ways to cheat life’s pain.
But I choose, I choose, I choose to believe
I choose, I choose, I choose to believe
That every day brings new hope.
c.2005 Barbara T. Webber
Who’s that woman at the window pane
Watching the children play their games
Still as a statue day and night
Pale as a ghost in the soft moonlight
OH-oh-oh Lily Marlene
OH-oh-oh Lily Marlene
OH-oh-oh Lily Marlene
Once she was a big city girl
Desired by the fashion world
Walt met her on a quiet street
Danced with her swept her off her feet
Chorus
When Walt returned from foreign ports
He brought her north to his resort
Dances with her in the deep of the night
Bathed in the glow of the northern lights
Chorus
She stays upstairs and waits for Walt
Away from the dandies who waltz about
Fifty years at her windowsill
In fifty years she’ll be there still
Chorus
c.2007Barbara T. Webber
Pick your piper pick your drum
You can’t pick where you come from
keep on moving straight ahead
dreams are dreams til you give them breath
Climb that mountain rock by rock
til you make it to the top
then play your pipe or play your drum
Celebrate how far you’ve come
Celebrate how far you’ve come
Despite the doubts that drag you down
Celebrate how far you’ve come
Despite the fears that linger on
Celebrate you.
All you need are two good friends
One who knew you way back when
One who steps in time with you
both who vow to speak the truth
Zealous critics lie in wait
sugared words to seal your fate
The two who know your deepest dream
keep you honest, keep you free
Celebrate how far you’ll go
if love is all your heart can hold
Celebrate how far you’ll go
when your dreams are true and bold
Celebrate you
Wisdom shared is wisdom grown
Music seeks a loving home
Play your pipe or play your drum
Celebrate the world around
Celebrate how far you’ve come
Despite the doubts that drag you down
Celebrate how far you’ll go
if love is all your heart can hold
Celebrate You
c.2007 Brett Kemnitz
This much I know to be true.
I’d only be rivaled by you
You’re wrong and you won’t admit it.
You feel the same about me.
But if you’re never wrong and I’m never wrong,
How is it we never agree?
You know what you know
And I know what I know
No wonder we can’t get along.
And I know I’m right
And two rights – make a wrong.
Two rights – make a wrong.
Irresistible force meets immovable object
An Inevitable clash of wills
I’d never say, “You’re having a mood swing.
Honey, did you take your pills?”
You tell me I lack sufficient Prozac
There is not a drug I can find
I’ve checked their descriptions and there are no prescriptions
To cause us to change our minds.
Chorus
Once again we are found on this merry-go-round
And the world continues its spinning.
I think that I’m flying to the finish line
To discover I’m back at the beginning.
My opinion is strong
You are so wrong!
To you’re viewpoint I’ll never defer!
And if we can’t agree – to disagree
Tremendous disputes will recur!
There’s no use pretending cuz we’ve reached the ending
It’s foolish to ask ourselves why.
It’s a real drag – I’m packing my bag!
Arrivederci – Sayonara – goodbye!
Arrivederci – Sayonara – goodbye!
Chorus
c.2001 Barbara T. Webber
A civics lesson in the classroom
hit reality with a thunderous boom
when a 10 year-old lad
made a neighbor mad.
A curious question, a political sign,
the neighbor felt his rights maligned
which led the parent to say
“son, look at this way.”
It’s ok to disagree as long as we talk openly
it made this great country free
and if we’re brave enough we’ll see
there’s different ways to be
and if we listen carefully
justice will gain clarity
and peace will reign from sea to sea.
Opposing ideas and different views
stand like veterans in the evening dew
who tautly fold a flag so the middle doesn’t sag.
Democracy’s a living thing
a back and forth pedantic swing.
Judge right or wrong unfound
in search of common ground.
Chorus
Burning churches where Jesus saves,
swastikas on Jewish graves,
a mother’s right to choose,
a baby’s life to lose.
Argue the right to bear guns.
Argue the rights of our broken ones.
Suspend all rights when terror comes.
Freedom for all ‘cept those we shun,
my God, what have we done.
Chorus
c. 2007 BarbaraT. Webber
I watched the news just the other night
All over this world people itching to fight
Truth gets lost in the righteous might
People are suffering left and right
Oh hands reach toward sky,
Hearts cry and souls ask why.
They beseech, vow, and pray
Looks like God is having a busy day.
If power is the root of all evil
Then it grows wild on this planet earth
Starves the children and kills the mother
Blood denies the right of birth
Chorus
When someone wins, another loses
Someone survives, another dies
It’s black and white this world we live in
An eye for an eye til all are blind
Chorus
Everything’s fine in my little corner
Got food on the table and comfortable shoes
But I watched the news just the other night
and others are suffering left and right.
Chorus
I wonder how God is doing today
So many prayers are coming God’s way
Now we are fighting over who God loves best
Makes me wonder if God needs a rest
Chorus
c.2005 Barbara T. Webber
Did you ever wonder where the wicked witch came from?
She tried so hard to cause Dorothy harm.
And all she wanted were those ruby shoes.
We cheered so loud when she got her dues.
She was born with golden corn silk hair,
chocolate eyes and skin so fair.
But she strayed from love in search of more.
Sold her body in a bidding war.
The only way home is by ruby shoes
The only way home is by ruby shoes.
She stretched the truth till lies flew in her face
Leaving little craters and great disgrace.
Jealousy stained her skin tones green.
Anger twisted her profile mean.
Maybe it was more than the gnarled hand of greed.
Maybe it was pure and desperate need.
To unlock the doors of the witch’s lair
And return to the child with corn silk hair.
Chorus
Never asked Dorothy to borrow her pair.
Never occurred to her to play fair.
She tried every trick to steal those ruby shoes.
Oh we cheered so loud when she got her dues.
We cheered so loud when she got her dues.
Chorus
c.2002 Barbara Tlachac Webber
The flowers are bright and cheerful;
sunshine fills the air.
So why am I so tearful
with your essence everywhere.
A new sight, a new sound,
a new book that I found,
I turn around to share,
only to find you’re not there.
You will hear my voice call to you,
singing softly on the wind.
You will feel my love rise within you
Forever with no end.
I know God’s arms can span both time and space
and hold you near to me.
So I’ll sit amid the Queen Anne’s lace
and feel you vividly.
Time goes as time will
Love never stands still
Go where you need to go
Go where you need to go
Chorus
A thousand fears can tear us apart
but we’ll give them no such chance.
Not one thing can keep me from you,
not even death’s last dance.
Time goes as time will
Love never stands still
Go where you need to go
Go where you need to go
Chorus
Skeletons in the Closet,
a restlessness that haunts us yet,
banished from the family tree,
dusty prints in memory,
knocking on a long forgotten door,
psyche’s broken bones of family lore.
Aunt Marie was a mystery,
another century’s history,
A pretty young thing with wings on her feet
one part devil and one part sweet.
She was raised in the land of cows and corn
tethered by her gender born
A child of the wind where there was no wind
A lost sheep prayed over like sin.
Skeletons in the closet.
She fled her home and her papa’s control.
He purged her name and cursed her soul.
Some say she ran to Chicago
but where she’s buried, we’ll never know.
Skeletons in the closet.
I was fifteen when I heard her first.
My blood ran hot with a searing thirst.
Angst in my heart calling me to be free,
whispers in the night from Aunt Marie.
Skeletons in the closet.
Young Women of the family disappear,
half a dozen in a hundred years.
Daughter of mine don’t you heed
whispers in the night from Aunt Marie.
Take the rattling out, put flesh to the bones.
For all our sakes, let the ghost come home.
Skeletons in the Closet,
a restlessness that haunts us yet,
banished from the family tree,
dusty prints in memory,
knocking on a long forgotten door,
psyche’s broken bones of family lore.
Skeletons in the closet.
Smokin’ Joe and the Double Dots
c.2005 Barbara T. Webber
It’s Thursday night at Mac McGee’s
The beer’s half price and the music’s free.
It’s B-Y-O-I
Bring your own instrument.
Someone picks a song they know
the music starts and the magic flows
Play along now.
Be in the moment.
Cold wind blows through an open door
Young Joe leaves snow tracks on the floor
Circle shifts to make some room
He tweaks his Martin into tune.
Instruments play patiently
behind the verse and harmony.
Til the singer gives the clue to go
Take it away young Joe.
Start that lead two down from the double dots
Play it fierce and show us what you got.
Hammer on and bend those strings
Honey let that guitar sing ---
Start that lead two down from the double dots.
Smokin’ Joe grins contentedly
Nothing like a well-done lead
Circle grins back,
Singer picks up the slack.
No written page of notes to read
Passion’s all the fingers need
The young learn from the worldly old
ensuring music’s living soul.
It’s Thursday night at Mac McGee’s
The beer’s half price and the music free
B-Y-O-I
Smokin’ Joe, let it fly
Chorus
c.2006 BarbaraT. Webber
I heard the weatherman say
A blizzard’s coming our way
OH Oh Oh… blizzard blow.
We’ll cuddle by the fire
as the white stuff piles higher
Oh oh oh… blizzard blow.
It’s been a really long time
since you and I
had the pleasure of a lazy day
The roads and city’s closed down
it seems our time now
to claim a moment of quiet play
The shovel’s by the back door
It’ll have to wait a bit more
Oh oh oh… blizzard blow.
At least we are togethe
Through the raging weather
Oh oh oh… blizzard blow.
And when the morning dawns
with its new white ball gown
Diamonds scattered at our feet.
We’ll leave our little nest
having refound the best
of who we can be
on our winter retreat.
And I can’t think of any other place I ‘d rather be
Then listening to your heart beat as a blizzard blows round me.
I heard the weatherman say
A blizzard’s coming our way
OH Oh Oh… blizzard blow.
We’ll cuddle by the fire
as the white stuff piles higher
Oh oh oh… blizzard blow.
c.2006 Barbara T. Webber
You came into my life and promised me inspiration
It was great for a while now I’m tired of the situation
You freeze me out in the cold and shut down at your will
I can’t live this way but you want me to love you still.
I don’t know how many times I can try restart
Each time I enter your web it just breaks my heart
I can’t delete my feelings or uninstall my pain
but I can disable you from hurting me again.
Back-up, Back-up
Baby I’m tired of your megahertz
shift it out of hard drive, take it off site
I’m posting on the blog that your gigabytes
Cuz baby I know how your system works
Baby I know how your system works
You tempt me with the apple and you make those google eyes
Say the gateway to heaven is through windows open wide
But the oracle of love has warned me of your ways
I’m done being fooled in this cyber-lovin age
You want me to reboot
You want me upgrade
You want me to download but aint nothing here to save
Don’t tempt me with that apple
Don’t make those google eyes
The gateway to heaven’s not through windows open wide
The oracle of love has warned me of your ways
I’m done being fooled
I’m done being fooled
I’m done being fooled
in this cyber-lovin’ age.
Back-up
c.2006 BarbaraTlachac Webber
Born October 20, 2006
There is darkness here
feel the pinch of fear
in the depths of my soul
oh anxiety
and uncertainty
and feeling lost
I am lonely here
in this place of fear
cold and pained to the bone
There is no way free
that I can see
and so I pray
Holy hands heal me
Holy arms hold me
Holy tears wash away my pain
like a gentle rain
wholly
Holy grace fill me wholly
See a tiny spark
through the swirling dark
a thread of golden hope
Will it reach me here
amidst my fear
and all this pain
Reach for the light
it grows bold and bright
a kiss of son (sun) in my soul
Burn away the dark
soothe my aching heart
for this I pray
Chorus
Let me dwell in these arms of light
in this place of grace
where all is safe and bright
I pray
Chorus