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FLOWER TIME

by Rags&Bones

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1.
CALIFORNIA BOUND Ten of us kids, a house of pain No room to move Nothin’ to lose Me and my older brother Cain Struck out on our own Find a new home Anywhere we end up couldn’t be this bad So heart broke sad, no work to be had So, we’re California, California, we’re California bound Yeah, we’re California, California, California bound. All along Route 66 Thumbs in the air Everywhere Hungry men with walking sticks Runnin’ from the dust The rot and rust Thirty miles south of Henderson The sheriff hauled us in “Don’t come this way again.” Go to California, California, we’re California bound Yeah, we’re California, California, California bound. Trucker dropped us off at the Frisco Bay We worked the docks those long, hot days We picked the crops down in Monterey Ended up in LA Cain became a businessman Got him a real good wife Yeah, he did all right Me, I do the best I can Try to make ends meet Keep it off the street I dream about those days out on the road so young and bold, so full of hope… Goin’ to California, California, we’re California bound Yeah, we were California, California, California bound. c Phillip Rosenberg
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Rabbit Holes 05:29
RABBIT HOLES We forgot the teachings, we lost the artifacts, But we discovered science, the art of facts, Ain’t nothing we can’t measure, we’ll know it all someday: How far it is to heaven, how much does one soul weigh? But the closer that you look the less it all makes sense All those particles and waves sittin’ on the fence And every time you try to find which one is which for sure They wink at you, trade places, and slip on out the door Don’t matter how far down you dig Can’t find no solid ground It’s rabbit holes and turtles, all the way down It’s Cheshire cats and vampire bats And the eerie silent song Everything’s been singing, Everything’s been singing, Everything’s been singing all along But hey, who listens to the background music anyways? Ain’t we way too busy planning out our busy days? Days that always end up shy of what you think you’ve got Left to try to untie your tangled knot. The closer that you look, the less it all makes sense It’s all so full of empty but it all looks so dense Each time you cut a thinner slice from the mystery of life You’re gonna have to find a little sharper knife Don’t matter how far down you dig Can’t find no solid ground It’s rabbit holes and turtles, all the way down It’s Cheshire cats and vampire bats The eerie silent song Everything’s been singing, Everything’s been singing c Phillip Rosenberg
3.
Last night you tried to catch me In a dark and a desperate dream, I was running down a rain-soaked street Trying to catch a train, And you, oh you were on my heels Out of the past you flew, But you couldn’t see What was gaining on you. You wore a cashmere sweater, You were sporting a black beret, You were quoting Karl Marx all night Sipping Cerevisiae, And you were oh, so beautiful For just a frame or two, But you couldn’t see What was gaining on you. You’re daddy’s rage, the glint of a blade, You crumpled and fell And you could not be saved You reached out for me As the ground gave way, The ground gave way. I woke up half past midnight Stumbled to the sink I wiped the sweat from my brow, I poured myself a drink, And you, where do you sleep tonight Are you still pursued? Is that scared little child still gaining on you? I hope you’re safe tonight. You’re daddy’s rage, the glint of a blade, You crumpled and fell And you could not be saved You reached out for me As the ground gave way, The ground gave way. Last night you tried to catch me In a dark and a desperate dream. c Phillip Rosenberg
4.
I’ve been meaning to call for some time, it’s true, Now I find your phone is dead and so are you, I’m sorry I waited a little too long, Ah, but you know how it goes, ‘Cause you’re gone. We were never that close except for that one time, I unzipped your heart for you and you unzipped mine, And in that sacred moment no one was wrong, Ah, but you know how it goes, That moment is gone. Won’t you meet me tonight down here below, In your pretty, pretty garden Where that old tree grows, We can dance around it, I’ll whisper your name, You know how it goes, That was your favorite game. When I saw you last night didn’t look good, Cobbled all together like that with wire and wood, And suckin’ from that bottle I will one day sip, Now, you know how it goes With a morphine drip. Now that you have crossed that last finish line, There’s some things you could clear up about the other side, And all he said, I swear it, I’ll swear it all night long, Was “You’ll know how it goes When you’re gone.” Won’t you meet me tonight Down here below, In your pretty, pretty garden Where that old tree grows, We can dance around it, We’ll sing your favorite song, You know how it goes, So come on, sing along, Yeah we can dance around it We’ll sing your favorite song You’ll know how it goes when you’re gone. Yeah, You’ll know how it goes when you’re gone c Phillip Rosenberg
5.
If I told you I was sorry Would it make difference now? Are you still so deeply wounded Is your sorrow still that strong? Does the anger still protect you From the things we’ve said and done? Is the blame you laid against me Still the wall your leaning on? I’m looking for a way, Looking for a sign, Searching for a place we can find, A place beyond Right and wrong, I’ll meet you there. If we had it to do over, Ah, but what’s the use in that, When there’s nothin’ gonna change things Locked forever in the past, But I’d like to think that maybe There’s a door that opens wide, With the promise of forgiveness Waiting on the other side. I’m looking for a way, Looking for a sign, Searching for a place we can find, A place beyond Right and wrong, I’ll meet you there In a place beyond right and wrong I’ll meet you there I’ll meet you there I’ll meet you there. © Phillip Rosenberg / Lynn Langham
6.
Drive 02:56
I've got me a wife, a job and kids, Living the life I’m supposed to live and be satisfied But sometimes I get the urge to run, Point this truck into the sun and drive, just drive, Yeah, I can feel the pull of the wheel The unlived life I’m wanting to steal away She was the prettiest girl I’d ever seen I didn’t deserve nothing that clean But I took it anyway Kids came fast, the work got slow A chilly wind began to blow our way, hmmm Baby, can’t you feel the pull of the wheel The unlived life you’re wanting to steal away You draw your cards, you place your bets Brace for the worst, hope for the best and try to be satisfied But lately I get the urge to run Point this truck into the sun and drive Just drive Yeah, can’t you feel the pull of the wheel The unlived life you’re wanting to steal away and drive, Baby just drive, Drive. c Phillip Rosenberg
7.
Austin 04:35
I thought about you just today And how you used to say “Baby, try to keep the faith,” But faith was never my strong suit, In fact to tell the truth, I never had what real love takes, But there was that one time old friend, I’d like to think you still remember when Every star burned brighter Every load felt lighter Every day was full of sun When you were the only one First fire of the season/ Lying on the floor and teasin’ Late September, Austin was a ball/ Before the fall. I guess its true that nothing lasts Yeah, don’t it go by fast, That fire burned out long ago, It still amazes me to find after all this time How warm these embers glow, Every time I hear your name What comes back to me is always the same: Every star burned brighter Every load felt lighter Every day was full of sun When you were the only one Makin’ love was never better/ Makin’ plans for forever, Late September, Austin was a ball, Before the fall Lovers have come and gone since then, That kind of love has never come my way again, Do you remember Austin at all? c Phillip Rosenberg
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These Bones 05:41
I knew all along you’d be coming Yes, I got the memos that you sent When you said I’d better be ready I misunderstood what you meant I had it all worked out perfect Best laid plans gone wrong Thanks for the wind and the sirens I could not help but listen to their song I had a dream and you were in it Or maybe it was your dream I was in We were wrestling on the kitchen table I knew there was no way for me to win The painting, why yes it’s progressing, Thanks for the canvas and the frame I tried to paint a wild forest fire looks more like a puny candle flame And the wheels keeps on spinning And The sky’ll meet the ground These bones have always known their destination But I keep trying to turn this train around Have you noticed that the landscape is changing faster and faster every day I hear the old circumference isn’t holding I hear the beast is on its way And everybody’s sort of anxious You hear it in the nervous laugh The turbulence is really crazy, but No one thinks it's really gonna crash. And the wheels keeps on spinning And The sky’ll meet the ground These bones have always known their destination But I keep trying to turn this train around I’ve heard we come in trailing clouds of glory I couldn’t really say if that were true I can’t name a thing I’m really sure of I’m not even really sure of you I’m glad you’ve got a sense of humor After all the trouble I have caused After all I just did my duty Wasn’t that what my duty was? And the wheels keeps on spinning And The sky’ll meet the ground These bones have always known their destination But I keep trying to turn this train around I keep trying to turn this train around. c Phillip Rosenberg
9.
Windy Day 04:29
Just when i got my arms around it, I lost my grip and let it fall Just when I thought I’d finally found it I found it wasn’t what i wanted after all I thought I had it so together Watched it all blow away Seems a man can spend forever Sweeping leaves on a windy day You know I try to keep my chin up I try to look on the brighter side Go out and buy another trinket Like another trinket might satisfy I thought i held you close enough But i let you slip away Trying to keep a hold on love Is sweeping leaves on a windy day. I watch the world going crazy Watch it spinning out of control Watch my friends trying to change things Well, trying to change things can take it’s toll. Man, we fought that revolution, Maybe these chains are here to stay Left me broken and disillusioned Sweepin’ leaves, I was sweeping leaves on a Windy Day. c Phillip Rosenberg
10.
There’s a Starbucks on the corner Where the Winchell’s used to be Big Mike and gang have all moved on Remember that chick Rita She just turned 63 The hog farm and the long hairs all gone The ghost of Alfie Obar Shooting hoops at Sunland Park As if that El Camino never rolled Sweet Jane and me In the back seat of my car The greatest story never told on Foothill Boulevard Foothill Boulevard The boys are getting’ ready To ship out over there Flags wave and the line’s out the door JD takes his hat off Virginia strokes his hair Says “You know I love a man in a uniform” The mayor’s giving speeches And sipping his Jim Beam As the band plays Down by the Schoolyard Hey, look! Here comes Downey And the whole football team singing Bye, Bye Love as they march down Foothill Boulevard Foothill Boulevard There’s Bikers and there’s Birchers, Lost soul searchers Scrub oak sage, scraggly pinion pines At the foot of Camel’s Back Old stone shacks See that one over there, well, it’s mine on Foothill Boulevard Foothill Boulevard Foothill Boulevard c Phillip Rosenberg
11.
Smokey Joe's 04:24
It’s 4am on sunset the traffic’s moving slow,  The purple neon flashes: “Come on in, we never close.”  Outside, the line is forming, the wannabees all flirt  They buzz around the doorman, lifting up their skirts  Inside the royalty reclines In the afterglow  The congregation’s gathering downstairs at Smokey Joe’s  There’s Mr. Clark and Johnny and everyone can tell  Those smiles that they’re wearing’ are illegal as hell  They’re slicing red tomatoes, the home-grown variety  And laughing’ like those good ol’ boys can laugh in Tennessee  And guy, he’s drinking’ whiskey, a single malt, you know,  The kind you can’t find anywhere ‘cept down at Smokey Joe’s  Bobby’s quite the joker, you cannot pin him down  Between those devil’s horns he sports a dark and thorny crown  He whispers to Johanna "Let’s get out while we can  Before they turn us all into statues made of sand  Yeah come on, let’s go fishing’ I brought my line and pole  There’s always something biting’ downstairs at Smokey Joe’s."  Lenny’s old ‘n horny and in his holy way  Perfectly imperfect he removes his clothes to pray  And everybody’s bowing' to gods unseen again  For every drop of golden ink that passed down through their pens  Yeah, thanks for "What’s it to ya” and “Everybody Knows”  They’re singing “Hallelujah” downstairs at Smokey Joe’s  Tom parks his ol’ ’55, slips on his hat and coat  He takes another swig o’ wine, he takes another toke  There’s paparazzi everywhere, but Tom walks in unseen  They’re busy interviewing the home coming’ queen  Well, her lips are fat as oysters but the doorman, he says “No  That ain’t the look they’re looking’ for downstairs at Smokey Joe’s."  I know its unappealing to see me on my knees  Begging' like an orphan “Just a crumb, sir, if you please”  But who else can I turn to in my hour of need  To save me from the oblivion of mediocrity  Now, who are you to criticize? I saw you with your soul  Whispering’ to the devil out behind Smokey Joe’s.  © Phillip Rosenberg   
12.
Flower Time 04:38
Today I went out walking down my garden path,  The lilacs and the lilies had all gone to seed,  the leaves of golden maple, they let go one by one,  but the berries were full and round and sweet,  And the garden smelled like earth  with the shadows growing long,  And the robins and the wrens  they were singing a different song.  Flower time is over, I’m no rose by any name,  Precious dreams plowed under, seems they’re coming up again,  And don’t they all look different in this late September sun?  Flower time is over boys, The ripening has begun.  I traded in these six strings for a 9-5,  Had rent to pay and little mouths to feed,  But I couldn't hear the music in that simple daily grind,  You see, back then I was still a little green,  Now the garden hums a tune it was singing all along,  Now it strikes a deeper chord,  now I’m singing a different song.  Flower time is over, I’m no rose by any name,  Precious dreams plowed under, seems they’re coming up again,  And don’t they all look different in this late September sun?  Flower time is over boys, The ripening has begun.  So gather round, raise your glass, celebrate the seeds we cast,  Taste the fruit, it’s here at last, at last,  Flower time is over, I’m no rose by any name,  Precious dreams plowed under, seems they’re coming up again,  Oh, and don’t they all look different in this late September sun?  Flower time is over friends, the ripening has begun,  Flower time is over, the ripening has begun.  c Phillip Rosenberg/Catherine Svehla 

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