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119 Third Avenue South
119 Third Avenue South. Wish I could visit every week
80 bucks a month wouldn’t kill my budget – if it meant that I could see you and June

I wanna go back to 58′ when you gave that shirt away
Who would have guessed you wore red? “The Man in Black” wasn’t invented yet

Walking out that gate back in 68′. Folsom Prison Blues, your visit made the news
Even though you’d played inside the walls for years – ever since those inmates at
Huntsville brought you there

I wanna wear that mint green dress. Face the crowd and meet the press
Leave the stage every night – with the love of my life by my side
I wanna walk in Johnny’s boots. Drive to Dyess, find his roots
You might think I’m obsessed, but to me J.R & June were the best
I feel their spirits rest

 

Sweet Judy Blue Eyes
“Sweet Judy Blue Eyes” – I found your book at The Strand
It reminded me of New Year’s Eve – eyes closed while holding her hand
You asked us where all the flowers had gone
A long time has passed since Seeger wrote that song
You told us you went there and said goodbye

The first time I saw you was in an episode of “Girls”
Location at The Carlyle, you called out for Hannah – poor thing
You sang “Song For Judith”, the roll-ups revealed your name
I had no idea about the extent of your fame

Did a cover of it down in Tennessee. Rehearsed it at Music Row
I sang for Renee, we worked on the words: “Rainbow” and “Old days”
in consonant ways – and found a collection of your old songs

“Sweet Judy Blue Eyes” – I read your memoir in France
And trust me, if I ever once again get the chance
To hear your angel voice ring out in that church
Look down at the front row – let your eyes search
You’ll find me – a wildflower in my hand

 

A Grey Guide To Paris
Searching for Jim at Père Lachaise – a treasure hunt for adults
Division 6, tomb 30. Just follow the Americans
Why would you wanna steal from a grave? and put gum on a tree?
Quite a strange way to show your respect in front of a dead guy’s memory

Looking at Monet at d’Orsay. Degas, Renoir et van Gogh
An overwhelming art flow, and of course I also had to see
The Mona Lisa at Louvre, oh my! What a sight for sore eyes
Push, take your photo and leave in a rush – Excuse me! What ever happened to courtesy?

Early birds off to Montmartre to see the sun rise
Purple and red skies – why is the light so goddamn divine?
I’m not religious, but I wouldn’t mind being led by a heart of gold
Rather him that some self righteous soul preaching love with pointy fingers to judge

Running down Rue de Rivoli. Coffee at Ernest’s seat
Lemon pie at Le Loir. Call me if you ever get to Paris

 

Last Session
I bought flowers after therapy. The last session for now
They were pink like my cheeks under September’s blue sky
No urge to cry despite my lack of goodbye

No more numbness after therapy. Last session for now
I sang in the church for the groom and the bride
Left isolation, no reason to hide

 

A Song From The Heart
I could read the surprise in your eyes when I took a stand at the open mike
Red tapestry at the old piano bar. Celebrating Valentine’s for the first time

How could I ever let you know? I try with a song now
It’s quite impossible to show how much I love you when you smile at me
You could melt an iceberg. I hope this new romance will be forever

Tried to find the line: “If you could read my mind”
Cold hands and shaky legs at the old piano bar
Celebrating Valentine’s with a song from the heart

 

Worry Ends Where Faith Begins
Off to see our American Boyfriends. Danish Girlfriends on the loose
Overweight and rolls of canvas. Art, Love, Life is what we choose
Because like breathing you do it to live. Because like breathing we do it to live

Snowflakes on your winter coat. Waiting for the Q on Cortelyou Road
Far away from all we know. You gotta get out there in order to grow
Because like breathing you do it to live. Because like breathing we do it to live

A lot of people often say: “I’m so jealous, but I have to stay”
Afraid to get out on thin ice. Maybe they should think twice
DIA, DIA, do it anyway. Worry ends where faith begins

 

Angel Of Courage
Got my angel of courage. “Patience, patience” she says
Peaceful, pale and protective with mighty wings on her back
Got her from a special friend before we said goodbye

Anne wanted to live alone. She had no more to give
Turned her back on everyone, I wonder where she is

Like a lion watching over a cub, she keeps an eye on me
Peaceful, pale and protective with mighty wings on her back
Got her from a special friend before we said goodbye

Anne wanted to live alone. She had no more to give
Turned her back on everyone, I wonder where she is
Got my angel of courage in my pocket

 

Rodeo
Could it be…you were waiting for me?
Not just waiting for your date to arrive – more like waiting for the love of your life…

You were sitting in the back of the room – dressed up for a night on the town
Brown shirt, Western Fashions. I worked my way across the crowded bar
I was drunk from the Christmas party, but I had to meet you before I left town
You looked so pretty – tough and shy. Bought me a drink – the rest is history

Cuz’ you made all the other women fade. Striking beauty and eyes like jade
A scent of amber, a magic glow. I caught up with you, wouldn’t let you go

And look at us now – riding in this rodeo
Team roping and we sure know how to put on a show
Heading and heeling, fighting and reeling. Stayed in our saddles
Chased down the feeling. Captured this love too large to handle by a single gal
Rode on the bulls and raced after barrels
And look at us now, look at us now. We can put away the rope…

 

Old Hollywood
Passing by “Old Hollywood” down on Broome Street 250
Looking for a gallery, but something caught my eye, it said:
“Let your heart be like the sea – ever open, brave and free”
Cross stitch in a vintage frame. A man-o’-war off to a battle

Neil is in town at Carnegie. Wish he had a seat for me
Instead I walked down to “Eileen’s”. Made With Love – red gel on top!
Never pose behind a puddle, all your efforts are in vain
Two young fashion bloggers shooting. A brown hat almost drowned in rain

Memories from a winter’s day in a city far away
I have to get back real soon before they sell that golden horseshoe

 

Memory Lane
Kurt wouldn’t let me play the theme from “Twin Peaks”. Instead I had to learn “Edelweiss”
I still recall his pen over my young fingers. If you missed a note, you would remember
I never wanted to play a home organ, but the farm next door had one
And Mum & Dad convinced me. I really wanted to play the piano
But in need of keys I heard my voice say: “Yes, please!”

The first song I ever wrote was a co-write with Anette. What a musical wonderkid!
She was my hero. It told a secret we couldn’t tell about a girl we knew so well
We couldn’t cope with the consequence, so we put down this chorus:
“In her deep blue eyes, sadness showed its face. She knew her wounds wouldn’t heal
When her tears fell down from her lonely eyes. She knew her wounds wouldn’t heal”

Spring concert 96′. A huge artistic kick! “Henry Lee” got down that night – we blew them all away. Music meant everything. I sang all from “Hair” to Sting
But the one I loved the most was a drama queen from Dorset
Standing on the stage in that black vintage dress. The local P.J singing “C’mon Billy”. And it took a while before I understood what was in my heart and which road I should follow…

Cuz’ you can take the girl out of the country. But you can’t take the Country out of the girl

 

The Cline
Standing here in front of your tiny purple dress
It’s clear to me how grand you really were
In a man’s world, but not an average country girl
One of the boys, you made a lot of noise
“Laugh, boy, she could laugh”. They said you bellered out

Quitting school at sweet sixteen when daddy ran away
Double shifting. Chasing dreams. A Country Queen needs a scene
Moma made the dresses you drew – the famous Western fringed
You struggled hard to make it, and you left those honky tonks
Heartache put on a record cuz’ you sang just like you hurt

Your songs will always stay. Your voice will never fade away

Walking after midnight. I’m sure you often did
Heading home from Tootsies with Charlie by your side
Hardheaded hard-drinking husband? You loved him till you died
Took Loretta shopping when she first came to town.
Harlan got a bracelet when he made you fall to pieces

Your songs will always stay. Your voice will never fade away

 

Time To Water The Orchids
I live in your window, I long for the light
A delicate flower too fragile to touch.
Maybe I remind you of love ´cause I bloom, wither and die

To rescue me you have to cut off my arms
Amputated, no strings attached
Maybe I remind you of love ´cause I bloom, wither and die

Always water early in the day so that your Orchids dry out by nighttime
Proper frequency of watering will depend on the climatic conditions where you live
Water once a week during Winter time and twice a week when weather turns warm
Don’t overwater don’t use water that’s too cold and then your Orchids might survive

 

Gold’n’Blue
Wear something white tonight
Look at my face with your shiny eyes
Kissing you feels so right
I’m in love with a girl, why would I hide

Gold’n’Blue are colors that always remind me of you
Why should my orientation be an obstacle for staying true

Wear something tight tonight
Dress up like Patti just the way I like
Hold me close in the neon light
I’m in love with a girl, why would I hide

Gold’n’Blue are colors that always remind me of you
Why should my orientation be an obstacle for staying true
Gold’n’Blue are colors that always remind me of you
You sure know how to pick your diamonds, you know I’ve got enough for two

I’ll wipe away all the bad from the past, I’ll find a way to make the good things last

 

Take Me To Nashville
Moma paid for my ticket ’cause she always liked your dad
Moma said “Hon, don’t mess around, I know you can be bad”
I was waiting in the bar after the show, I hoped you would come out
I showed the tender my fake ID as I pulled down my bra

Take me to Nashville, take me to Memphis
I wanna be close to you
I’ll be your groupie or even your roadie
Please take me out of this dump

A part of the deal was not showing emotions of any kind
A part of the deal was me knowing you were touring with your band
You only played one night in Hendersonville, I was easy to persuade
You said you preferred a woman in lace as you unzipped my dress

Take me to Nashville, take me to Memphis
I wanna be close to you
I’ll be your groupie or even your roadie
Please take me out of this dump

When I left your hotel room you almost pushed me out
When a door is slammed in your face, don’t ever loose your pace
The guys were loading up the van, I hid behind the rear
When no one noticed I snuck inside and hid behind your gear
So now you’ll

Take me to Nashville, take me to Memphis
I wanna be close to you
I’ll be your groupie or even your roadie
Please take me out of this dump

 

Anaesthetics
White neon light
Bright sparkling squares
Dancing over my head

The light reflects
Turns to purple
I start to doze off

I sense his skin near my face, his arms are close to my face

The anesthetics kick in
Being drugged is a part of the deal
Otherwise I wouldn’t let him

 

Joan
“Am I the only one wearing full polyester in here?” she asked
Foxy N.Y. lady, red leopard jumpsuit, gold belt

Well, the spots are on you, it’s your gig
But my skinny pants are fake, I’m also sweating like a pig

“Listening to Joan and sending you a thought” he wrote
Sexy CPH slick, black leather jacket and jeans

Well, that’s nice of you but why?
Never dated such a shallow guy