Mistakes Were Made

 

 

Already Someplace Warm
©Bill Harley, All rights reserved
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After three months of overcast skies
Listening to the weatherman telling him lies
He looked in the mirror and saw the glaze in his eyes
Knew that he was fading away
What’s the point of winter if there’s rain not snow?
He’s still got cold feet and a runny nose
There aren’t any colors when the wind blows
Everything is turning to grey

There’s a twenty-foot boat in a twelve-foot sea
That’s never been farther than Galilee
At only five knots, now you tell me
How long does it take to get warm?
There’s ice in the rigging and reefs in the sails
And channel three’s talking ‘bout a force ten gale
The winds might shift, but some things prevail
He’s already someplace warm

I guess he lost it when his car got towed
Stuck on 95 and it was pissing down snow
The tow truck had Buffet on the radio
He took that as a sign
Down at the marina they’re scratching their heads
It’s mid-February everything’s still in bed
He wants his boat launched somebody said
“Did you see the look in his eyes?”

There’s a twenty-foot boat in a twelve-foot sea
That’s never been farther than Galilee
At only five knots, now you tell me
How long does it take to get warm?
There’s ice in the rigging and reefs in the sails
And channel three’s talking ‘bout a force ten gale
The winds might shift, but some things prevail
He’s already someplace warm

Down in the islands it’s eighty degrees
The golfers wear madras down to their knees
It’s a clear blue sky and a steady breeze
But that’s half an ocean way

Some folks play in the sun and the sand
He’s wearing three sweatshirts, has socks on his hands
His feet are so numb he can barely stand
He doesn’t seem to mind
All you good people, please take note
Everybody needs some sort of boat
When your dreams set sail to keep your life afloat
Some people think you’re losing your mind

You’ve got a twenty-foot boat in a twelve-foot sea
That’s never been farther than Galilee
At only five knots, now don’t tell me
How long does it take to get warm?
There’s ice in the rigging and reefs in the sails
And channel three talking about a force ten gale
The winds might shift, but some things prevail
You’re already someplace warm
You’re already someplace warm

Thinking of You
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I was walking down the Champs d’Elysee
I had nothing much to do that day
I stopped and had a glass of Beaujolais
I was thinking of you
Yeah I had a glass of wine or two
Tried to act just like those French folk do
Even spoke some of their voulez-vous
I was thinking of you

Saw where Picasso and his pals all played
I saw the water lilies by Monet
Got a little lost in Marais
I was thinking of you
Walked through the Louvre although it took a while
Those paintings go on there for miles and miles
Stopped and watched the Mona Lisa smile
I was thinking of you
I was thinking of you, oooo
I was thinking of you

I had some coffee it was really strong
I hears some fellow playing Dylan songs
Stopped on the bridge and watched the Seine roll on
I was thinking of you
I saw a couple as a show got out
Their tongues were lost inside each other’s mouths
I wondered how they’d ever get them out
I was thinking of you
I was thinking of you, oooooh
I was thinking of you

That's Where You Come From
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I was working in the garden when I
Found you ‘neath a cabbage leaf
I came running through the yard, when I
Held you up she said “Good grief”
We hosed you off and brought you in
We could have put you back again
Your face was pink, your butt was bare
We still don’t know how you got there
I know this may sound dumb
But that’s where you came from

I was in the dormitory
When she came in she caught my eye
In the middle of a story, I stopped and stared as she walked by
I drove my friend’s old Impala
She wore clothes from Guatemala
I wrote songs, she worked in clay
We walked through fields of new mown hay
I know this may sound dumb
But that’s where you come from

I was feeling really wired from drinking coffee all night long
She was feeling really tired, I hear her say “I’m not this strong”
She yelled at me “This is the worst!”
She pushed and you came out head first
Your head was shaped just like a gourd
The midwife said “You cut the cord”
We all were kind of numb
And that’s where you came from

Ask me no questions I’ll tell you no lies
Try all these answers I give on for size
I’m not the one that can say what is true
You choose the story that makes sense to you

I was thinking that maybe you’re really from distant star
When you showed up as a baby you already were who you are
We didn’t really do that much
You answered to the lightest touch
We gave you juice and cheerios
And held your hand til you let go
I know this may sound dumb
But I don’t know where you’re from
I know this may sound dumb
But that’s where you come from

All I Want
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I opened up a file inside there was a file
Inside the file there was a file
There was a file inside the file
There was a file inside the file
There was a file inside that said
There’s no file found
There’s no there there, there’s no there there
There’s no there there, there’s no there there
All I want, all I want
Is the beat of the heart and the wind in the trees
And the cry of the hawk and the hiss of the sea
And the sound of the rain when it finally begins
The trickle of sweat, the smell of her skin
The laugh out loud, the hammer, the nail
The river, the sun, the catch of the sails
All I want, all I want is something real

I dialed a number for assistance
A voice said please choose from the menu
I made a choice and then a voice said make a choice
I made a choice I got no voice
I got a dial tone

There’s no there there there’s no there there
There’s no there there, there’s no there there
All I want, all I want
Is the bed and the window, the chair, the stone
The wound where it heals, the long night alone
The pluck of the string, the song in the air
The beat of the drum. the truth laid bare
The snow. the ice, the leaf as it falls
The open door and the road that calls
All I want All I want is something real

I fear we’ve lived up to our fears
Just running down this hall of mirrors
Our thoughts are digitized
These ittle bits that whir and whine
We try to hold them in our hands
they slip away like time, like sand
When all’s been done and all’s been said
We end up living in our heads

There’s no there there, there’s no there there
There’s no there there, there’s no there there
All I want, all I want
Is the cut of the knife, the flower that blooms
The open hand, the pull of the moon
From winter to spring, the growth the birth
The death, the loss, the groan of the earth
The gaze of the eye, the fire that burns
The heart that turns
The heart that turns

I Am the Batman
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When the golden sun has set in the west
And the stars are thrown across the sky
When the night is deep and the whole world sleeps
That‘s when the little bats fly
When the little bats fly

As you lie down to take your rest
They circle ‘round your head
There’ the flutter of wings as they squeak and sing
And fill your heart with dread
They fill your heart with dread

But I am the batman
I guard you while you sleep
While the bats fly round with their squeaking sound
I will earn my keep
I will earn my keep

The batman lives by a different code
That few would dare to claim
Standing proud and tall, he stoops and crawls
And so he earns his name…

He opens windows, and opens doors
He roams from room to room
Some might quake
At the risk he takes
With only a racket and broom
Only a racket and broom

I am the batman

Ooooh..

When the bats have left your home
When his work is done
There’s nary a kiss
For the sleep he’s missed
He’s gone with the morning sun
Gone with the morning sun

Stir ‘em up, back ‘em down
Pick ‘em up, throw ‘em out
Do it now, right now, Batman
Chase ‘em here, chase ‘em there
Little batties everywhere
Do it now, get them out,
Batman

Sweet New England
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And now I sing of my sweet New England
She is my home I do declare
And when I’m gone my heart does long
For all my loved ones waiting there

I love here rivers, her streams and her valleys
Her pastures with stone fences lined
Her rocky shores where ocean roars
Her rugged mountains worn by time

I love her summer so swift and fleeting
One lark’s clear call and then it’s gone
Her autumn days set hills ablaze
And tell of winter coming one

Her winters though they do test our mettle
Have beauty in their snow and storm
In time will come the warming sun
When gentle blooming spring is born

Across this world I have roamed and have rambled
In western mountains, on southern strands
But still in time, my heart does pine
When thinking of my own sweet land

When I am on a plane departing
And look down on my native shore
I swear some day it’s there I’ll stay
And rambling I will go no more

And so I sing of my sweet New England
She is my home, I do declare
And when I’m gone my heart does long
For all my loved ones waiting there