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WORK I DONE (Venter; ASCAP)

I used to sail a merchant ship. I used to run an army outfit.
I used to build red brick walls. I used to run a cattle call.

I used to build the tracks out west, I used to drive a team of horses.
I used to work a mighty crane. I used to drive a whistle steam train.

Whose to keep the work I done
and where do i go now?

I used to be a king of men. It used to matter what I thought and said.
I used to drive the hammer in, I used to have hands that listened.

I used to see my shadow tall, I used to feel my heartbeat strong
now I only hear the night bird call.

ALL OUR FRIENDS (Venter; ASCAP, Pariser; BMI)

Down in the village we were listening to a band
just before the second chorus you reached out for my hand.
It all started quiet stealing kisses hiding out
All our friends are here now. All our friends are here now.

Put on your blue jeans, stuff your money in a sock
we ride the A train, take the bicycles to Montauk.
We fly over the ocean no one knows us in these crowds
But all our friends are here now. All our friends are here now.

We moved on upstate out where we could see the stars
we paint this old house we plant peppers in the yard.
The city was noisy but I sometimes miss the sounds
So all our friends are here now. All our friends are here now.

BIG ENOUGH (Pariser; BMI, Venter; ASCAP)

There could never be a song, big enough
There could never be a prayer, loud enough
to compare, with just one draw
of your breath, just one glimpse in your eyes

There could never be a night, long enough
There could never be a sea, wide enough
to prepare, this beating heart
for all this blue, all the hours needing you

If there ever was a dream, wild enough
I could never have believed, I would find this love
Let me fly, from buildings tall
Let me go, please don’t try to break my fall

GASOLINE (Venter; ASCAP)

You kept your family waiting thanksgiving dinner
I made a plate of food and walked outside
You passed me a paper cup of gasoline and I threw it on the fire, I threw it on the fire

I know you think that talk is not enough
I can't keep my mind made up
I held you in the full moon as your best friend
I was ready to give my whole life then

I want you to understand me even when I hurt your feelings
I don't extend the same to you when you hurt mine.
Maybe I quit hoping you'd grow more revealing, now
you think I got no spine, you think I got no spine, you think I got no spine

I hear you baby, I hear you baby,
I hear you baby so what you wanna do
I hear you baby, I hear you baby,
I hear you baby and I am sorry too.

You keep me at arms length to stay protected
I do things I know will make you mad
Will we ever give up and love braver than we ever have, than we ever have

I know you think that talk is not enough
I can't keep my mind made up
I held you in the full moon as your best friend
I was ready to give my whole life then
I was ready to give my whole life then

I hear you baby, I hear you baby,
I hear you baby so what you wanna do
I hear you baby, I hear you baby,
I hear you baby and I am sorry too
I'm sorry too I'm sorry too

GOODNIGHT MOONSHINE (Venter; ASCAP)

Remember my love, we first left the harbor
you were humming a tune as we sailed out farther.
And your voice filtered in like a westerly wind
and I loved you.

We drew in the main, moved up the coast line
we drifted and swayed, we had so much time.
We were never so young, we were never so hopeful as then.

Sky's growing dark, cold wind upon us
Sea opens up, storm clouds are on us.
There's nothing so precious
or hard as letting you go.

Be still my love, I need to thank you
my time it has come, night's fallen too soon
As I sink like a stone into waters below
how I need you.

Sky's growing dark, cold wind upon us
Sea opens up, storm clouds are on us.
There's nothing so precious
or hard as letting you go.

Goodnight my love, sky is a deep blue
the moonshine above, softly to reach you
You were never so young I was never so warm with your touch
We were never so young
I was never so grateful to love you

END OF THE WORLD BLUES (Pariser; BMI)

Lost my job, quarter of four
Came back home and standing at my front door
Two little ladies want to tell me ‘bout the end of the world

Said no thank you, but it wasn’t enough
They hung around asking me to discuss
So I told ‘em what I think about the end of the world.

I’m gonna take the Mississippi down to New Orleans
Put down my burden, wash my troubles all away in the breeze
I’m gonna sit in Louisiana til, kingdom come,
Ain’t gonna worry ‘bout the end of the world

Wife ran out, she’s still runnin’
Turn on the news they’re saying doomsday is comin’
They wanna push me to get ready for the end of the world

Well I know one thing when all is, said and done
If you’re waitin’ on the doomsday then it surely will come
Don’t try to save me til you really know to save yourself

We gonna take the Mississippi down to New Orleans
Put down our burden, wash our troubles all away in the breeze
We gonna sit in Louisiana til, kingdom come,
Ain’t gonna worry ‘bout the end of the world

We gonna drive this train til the end of the line
And we ain’t gettin’ off until we feel the sun shine
Put our feet in the sand and finally, make a stand
Ain’t gonna worry ‘bout the end of the world
Ain’t gonna think about the end of the world
Don’t talk to me about the end of the world.

WILLOW TREE (Pariser; BMI, Venter; ASCAP)

I was born underneath the weeping willow tree
that is where I swore my love to thee.
I was born underneath the weeping willow tree
the only thing I know for certain is someday I'll be free.

Innocent as first light of the morning
we swore our hearts together with a kiss
You were down on bended knee and underneath that willow tree
I was delivered from my loneliness.

Eager as the summer buds to flower
we planned and dreamed of seasons yet to come
and underneath that willow tree we raised ourselves a family
years flew by but days went on and on.

I was born underneath the weeping willow tree
that is where I swore my love to thee.
I was born underneath the weeping willow tree
the only thing I know for certain is someday I'll be free.

Sudden as a cold front in September
a sleep came on from which you did not wake
I laid your body finally beneath that weeping willow tree
in my dreams I reach out for your face.

I was born underneath the weeping willow tree
that is where I swore my love to thee.
I was born underneath the weeping willow tree
the only thing I know for certain is someday I'll be free.

WALKIN AFTER MIDNIGHT
Lyrics and music written by Alan Block and Donn Hecht, originally recorded by Patsy Cline

LIGHT AT THE END OF THE DAY  (Venter; ASCAP, Pariser; BMI)

Standing out back, watching him pack
the last of his bags in the trunk
He left you there on the cracked concrete stair
he never found time to fix up.

Water is cloudy follow it back to the hills
where it's easier to find where the river runs
clear, you can hear
and old voice saying there ain't no mistakes.
Somehow, you're home now.
Light at the end of the day

Sweet wayward child, she loved you wild
you grew in the shape of her song
She crept in one night, kissed you goodbye
you never knew why she was gone.

Sky is cloudy, take the long path to the sea
where it's easier to breathe in the air where it's
clear, you can hear
your own voice saying there ain't no mistakes.
Somehow, you're home now.
Light at the end of the day

DARK SIDE OF THE RAINBOW
Eben Pariser’s mash-up of “Time” by Pink Floyd, with “Over the Rainbow” from the Wizard of Oz

WINSTON-SALEM (Venter; ASCAP)

There's one last dying smoke stack in this old tobacco town
people sit on doorsteps they are friendly and they're proud.
There are painted advertisements on the red brick factories.
There is dogma in the shadows and ghosts walking the street. Hey…

The sound of devil music is coming out through open doors
two women ask the bartender for heavy handed pours.
And the man who walks so quiet is an acrobat onstage
He is calling up the demons as he blows smoke in your face. Hey…

He's singing who? who? who carried you?

I walk down to the corner, step over the chain link
where the weeds have taken over they have buckled the concrete.
Will you love me when I'm faithless, would you hold us when we fall
do you think that we can make it when there' stains on every wall. Hey...