Lyrics & Song Credits

LYRICS & SONG CREDITS FOR FALL 2014 COMPILATION PROJECT -
"TWISTS & BENDS" (in track order)

(P) Malletts Bay Records


Tell Her - Lisa Piccirillo
©2014 Lisa Piccirillo/ASCAP
Lisa Piccirillo-vocals, piano, acoustic guitar; TJ Piccirillo-backing vocals; Seth Barbiero-bass; 
Sean Preece-drums; Lane Gibson-tambourine; Colin McCaffrey-electric guitar, mandolin, organ, shaker
 
Oh your heart couldn't take it anymore
Always looking for a glimmer of a glance
Maybe she don't know the man that you could be
If she did, you know that she'd give you a chance
Maybe all she needs is love
 
So you tell her you've been waiting all these years
For a girl whose smile could turn it all around
And you can't just give up now that she is here
'Cause you know what you've found
 
Lonely nights of always fumbling toward the light
Through the tears that no one ever understands
Can't there be somebody waiting just for me
Taking all this love off of my hands
Maybe all I need is you
 
So you tell me you've been waiting all these years
For a girl whose smile could turn it all around
And you can't just give up now that I am here
'Cause you know what you've
I know what I've
We know what we've found
 
So I'll tell you I've been waiting all these years
For a man whose love could turn me all around
And I won't just give up now that you are here
'Cause I know what I've found
 
Angry Sun - Phil Henry
©2014 Phillip Henry/ASCAP

Phil Henry-vocals, guitar, percussion, synth; Michael Luzader-djembe; Gary Meitrott-udu;
Max O’Rourke-electric guitar; Colin McCaffrey-backing vocals

 
An angry sun is glaring down on you
To turn your mountains into sand
Turn your mountains into sand
Understand, that there is nothing you can do
The sun will have her day
 
An angry sun will laugh and watch you burn
And turn your loved ones into rust
Turn your loved ones into rust
Try you must, but it’s the hardest thing to learn
The sun will have her day
 
She says it’s only, it’s only
Your sacred home a little while
Till the time she takes it back
And it’s only, it’s only
Your blessed life while she’s rising
Smiling in the sky
 
An angry sun will drink your waters dry
Turn your certainty to doubt
Turn your certainty to doubt
Without your faith, you’ll surely wither on the vine
And the sun will have her day
 
An angry sun is glaring down on you
To turn your mountains into sand
Turn your mountains into sand
Understand, that there is nothing you can do
The sun will have her day
 
She says it’s only, it’s only
Your sacred home a little while
Till the time she takes it back
And it’s only, it’s only
Your blessed life while she’s rising
Smiling in the sky
 
 
One Thing Good – Lowell Thompson
©2014 Lowell Thompson/BMI

Lowell Thompson-vocals, rhythm guitars; Bill Mullins-lead and rhythm guitars; Kirk Flanagan, bass;
Steven Hadeka, drums; Colin McCaffrey-organ, tambourine, backing vocals


What am I supposed to do with this stack full of records but nothing to spin ‘em on?
What am I supposed to do with these blue suede shoes and worn down soles?
I’ve been looking around
I’ve been looking around for one thing
I keep looking around for one thing good
 
What am I supposed to do with this ration of butter and no bread to spread it on?
What am I supposed to do with a drummer who dreams in ¾ time?
I’ve been looking around
I’ve been looking around for one thing
I keep looking around for one thing good
 
And when she finds a brand new hand to hold
I’m gonna be the one who said I told you so
 
What am I supposed to do with these false accusations with no sap to pin ‘em on?
What am I supposed to do with this sense of direction and nowhere to run?
 
I’ve been looking around
I’ve been looking around for one thing
I keep looking around like I knew I would
I’ve been looking around
I’ve been looking around for one thing
I keep looking around for one thing good
 
Every Day - Gregory Douglass
©2014 Gregory Douglass/BMI

Gregory Douglass-vocals, electric piano; Lisa Piccirillo-backing vocals;
Colin McCaffrey-electric guitar, bass, guitar, mandolin, viola, cello, percussion, drums, backing vocals


I’ve been out
On my own
Far away from my home
I’ve been out
Of my prudent mind
I’ve been out of control
 
I don’t know quite what it’s worth
But I want you to know
I’ll remember
And now life is what it is
But it’s taking me home
Out of my weary control
 
Every day
Each and every day
Every day, I am turning around
 
I’ve been blind
Blight of disrepair
Out of sight, out of time
Train to nowhere
Rolling on and on 
But still I am
Falling further behind
 
I don’t know quite what it’s worth
But I want you to know
I’ll remember
And now life is what it is
But it’s taking me home
Out of my weary control
 
Every day
Each and every day
Every day, I am turning around
 
For all I know
These stark words and melodies
May never bring you to your knees
But for all I know
This unprecedented ease
Could be all I’ve ever needed
 
Every day
Each and every day
Every day, I am turning around
 
Be - Steve Hartmann
©2014 Stephen Hartmann/ASCAP

 Steve Hartmann-vocals, guitar; Colin McCaffrey-piano, violin, viola, cello, backing vocals

If I could reach down and pull from you
Everything you wished you could do
I’d take you by the hand
And use the other to reach in your Self and tell you
You’ve always done it by yourself
If you believe, you could be
If you believe, you could be
But there’s something holding you back
And I don’t think it’s that you don’t believe
It’s only you who can only conceive
You’re only as good as the stretch of your skin
But if you reach out just a little deeper
Go deeper you’d find you’ve all you need to be
If you believe, you could be
If you believe, you could be
 
Two Birds – Patrick Fitzsimmons
©2014 Patrick Fitzsimmons/ASCAP   

Patrick Fitzsimmons-vocals, guitar, drums; Lisa Piccirillo-backing vocals; Colin McCaffrey-dobro, mandolin, bass

We are

Two birds from a flock who have flown separate ways

So far
Still we return to the magical place
And here we are again

Good to see you
My old friend
My old friend

You are

We are

In flight to a height where the soul knows the way

So far
So good
I think we can say
And here we are again

Good to see you
My old friend
My old friend

You are
  
Just Like Dorothy Casey Dubie
©2014 Casey Lynn Dubie/ASCAP

Casey Dubie-vocals, guitar; Colin McCaffrey-ukelele, viola, cello

Once upon a time as a little girl
I'd lose myself in a made up world
Far from the black and white of Kansas
I'd see storms coming across the plain
I’d hide away waiting for the rain
To pass us
But the danger is that that place is my anesthesia
It can paint the world as so much greener 

 
Just like Dorothy 
Entangled in a field of poppies
Thinking that it's safe to rest awhile 
Let me lay among the flowers 
And let the drowsiness take me
Please don't wake me
I'm so weary
Of these ruby slippers that don't really work
It's all propaganda I can't unlearn
Now I've bought these shoes that I can't return
 
Try to cover it up but the colors burn 
And there's no place like home 
There's no place like home
I'm so far from what I know
Take me home
 
This dream world doesn't go away with age
It just cloaks itself in different ways
Trying to claim who it can
I've tried the yellow brick road
I've tried tappin’ my toes
I've talked to the wizard, they say he knows
But behind the curtain he's just a man 
 
Once upon a time as a little girl
I'd lose myself in a made up world
Far from the black and white of Kansas 
 
 
Learn to Love the LossAaron Flinn
©2014 Aaron Flinn/ASCAP

Aaron Flinn-vocals, guitar; Colin McCaffrey-backing vocals, piano, dobro, viola, bass

I'm hanging on tight to the morning sun
But closer now to when the day has come undone
 
A faded flower, it's not who I want to be
Yet faded power is all that's left of me ... somehow
 
And I should'a known
I should'a known better
By now
 
It's getting old, the same thing everyday 
It's a broken road always ends you up in the same place ... somehow
 
And I should'a known
I should'a known better, by now
 
We're all wrong, if we ignore the truth
Just die young or learn to love the loss of youth ... somehow
 
And I should'a known
I should'a known better, by now

 
Come East - Amber deLaurentis
©2014 Amber deLaurentis/ASCAP
©2014 Thomas Cleary/ASCAP

Amber deLaurentis, vocals, piano; Tom Cleary-organ; Colin McCaffrey-electric guitar, bass, acoustic guitar; Caleb Bronz – drums


Come East
You’re drivin down the road somewhere
West of Kansas in the open air
I’m not much for the flatland but I wish I was there

 
I saw your picture in a magazine
Your eyes have grown hollow from all that you’ve seen
in the days since you left and the miles in between
 
Come east, come east
Pay me a visit at least
If you find that tryin’ to break free
Ain’t all that it’s cracked up to be
Baby, come east 
 
You took off like the weeds that the wind likes to blow
I guess it’s only been two weeks or so
Where you’ve gone only God and the highway would know
 
I’d go out lookin’ but where would you be
You’re a grain in a wheat field, a stone in the sea
I just hope that the road will return you to me
 
Come east, come east
‘Cause I can’t just call the police
Or speed up the earth spinnin’ round
So hurry on back to this town, baby come east
 
Baby, come east
I’m closin’ my eyes
Could you ever be here
When the sun starts to rise
 
Come east, come east
Cause I’m not gonna find any peace
As long as you’re out there alone
Chasin’ shadows that might be your own
Baby, come east

 
Way of the Water - Lane Gibson, Jr.
©2014 Lane Gibson, Jr./ASCAP
Lane Gibson Jr.-vocals; Russ Lawton-drums; Colin McCaffrey-guitars, bass, backing vocals, tambourine

She's got a lot to say
They know the dam will break one day
But she can learn how to let things go
Learn to let her feelings flow
 
The Way of the Water
 
He took a midnight drive
The covered bridge was covered with ice that night
Four-wheel drive won't save a drowning man
Who never tried to understand
 
The Way of the Water
The Way, the way, The way it loves us
 
One drip...one drip...one drip...then suddenly its a flood
 
I never hurt so deep
Nothing had ever brought me down to my knees
Pictures of her, and a thousand tears
Have taught me that its wise to fear
 
The Way of the Water
 
One drip...one drip...one drip...then suddenly its a flood
 
 
The Cobbler - Jeremy Harple
©2014 Jeremy Harple/ASCAP

Jeremy Harple-vocals, guitar; Colin McCaffrey-piano, violin, viola, cello

Below the man, there lies his sole (soul)
The cobbler stitches up the holes
Even the man who never did stand in these shoes...

 
A secret love, no one can tell
A housewife's boredom, living hell
And only the walls hear, everything feared...until
 
Midnight on the stormy deep
The deckhand's blood is on his feet
But only the moon, and the dark waves of gloom
have seen....
 
 
15 Different Ways (of Laughing) – Bow Thayer
©2014 Bow Thayer/SESAC

Bow Thayer-vocals, acoustic guitar, resojotar; Eric O’Hara-pedal steel; Alex Abraham, bass;
Jeff Berlin-drums; Colin McCaffrey-backing vocals, organ


I got 15 different ways of laughing
One when I use when I’m stuck in traffic
I’m gonna be late it’s well past noon
I’m gonna get fired all cause of you
 
I got 15 different ways of laughing
One that I use when my love goes backwards
pouring out of my poor soul
flowing out like it’s some joke
 
I got one that I use when I’m feeling all right
One I use when I feel the pain
One I use when I see the white light
One I use when I go insane
 
I got 15 different ways of laughing
One that I use when I feel that magic
I pull another bunny right out of my hat
Just before you tell me you smell at rat
 
I got 15 different ways of laughing
One that I use when I feel sarcastic
They give you a trophy that’s made of plastic
You buy another ticket and keep on scratchin’
 
I got one that I use when I’m feeling all right
One I use when I feel the pain
One I use when I see the white light
One I use when I go insane
 
I got 15 different ways of laughing
One that I use when I see bad fashion
Covering me like cheap perfume
Over and over like a bad cartoon
 
I got fifteen different ways of laughing
One that I use when you send me packing
And spend another night in your mom’s garage
Like the biggest loser there ever was
 
I got one that I use when I’m feeling all right
One I use when I feel the pain
One I use when I see the white light
One I use when I go insane
One I use when I see the forecast
One I use when I read the news
One I use strictly for romance
One I use when I think of you
 
I got 15 different ways of laughing…
 
 
The Puppeteer Crazyhearse
©2014 David Kloepfer/ASCAP

Dave Kloepfer, vocals, guitar, lead guitar; Josh Gallagher-backing vocals, guitar; Billy Dorsey-bass;
Corey Many-drums; Colin McCaffrey-electric guitar, mandolin, lap steel


These wooden eyes serve me well
This painted smile will never tell
Just a trickster just a clown
Severed ties with a tarnished crown
I have instructions upon command
With fluid movement and slight-of-hand
Let kiln-fire heart reanimate
In my shoebox casket I lie and wait
Ohh ho
 
I am the shadow I am the host
Puppeteer is my ghost
Oh I – I do these things
It’s just the nature of my strings
 
An empty vessel will not adhere
Hath no remorse can have no fear
When darkness falls and slumber takes
Drink magic potion and make mistakes
I still remember the giggles and screams
Whittling hopes and chiseling dreams
Now with judgment and loss of pride
In my dungeon cell personified
Ohh ho
 
 
*Frankie & Johnny (cover)– Taryn Noelle & Juliet McViker
Jimmy Rodgers/Peer Music, Inc./BMI
Taryn Noelle, Juliet McVicker-vocals; Dave Rowell-vocals and bass;
Colin McCaffrey-guitars, fiddle, lap steel


Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts
Oh lord how they did love
Swore to be true to each other, true as the stars above
He was her man, he wouldn’t do her no wrong
 
Now Frankie went down to the corner
Just for a bucket of beer
She said “Mr. Bartender has my lovin’ Johnny been here?
He is my man, he wouldn’t do me no wrong”
 
Don’t want to cause you no trouble
Woman I ain’t gonna lie
But I saw your man an hour ago, with a girl named Nellie Blie
He is your man, but he’s doin’ you wrong
 
 
Frankie and Johnny were darlin’s
True as a blue, blue sky
He was a long-legged guitar picker with a wicked wanderin’ eye
He was her man, nearly all of the time
 
Frankie looked over the transom
She saw to her surprise
There on the couch sat Johnny, makin’ love to Nellie Blie
He is my man and he’s doin’ me wrong
 
Frankie drew back her Kimona
She took out a little 44
Rutty too toot, three times, she shot right through that hardwood door
She shot her man, cause he was doin’ her wrong
 
 
Bring out your rubber-tired hearses
Bring out your rubber tired hack
I’m takin’ 15 men to the graveyard, bringin’ 14 back
He was my man, but he was doin’ me wrong
 
Well the moral of this here story
Be good but carry a stick
Sometimes it looks like a guitar picker just can’t tell what to pick
He was Frankie’s man, and he was doin’ her wrong.
 
 
Hey Dude  - The Aerolites
©2014 Micah Sanguedolce/ASCAP
Micah Sanguedolce-vocals, guitar; Jeremy Harple-backing vocals, guitar; Victor Veve-backing vocals, organ;
Peter Bixby-backing vocals, bass; Chris Jovanelli-drums


I’m back on the trail
My packs real heavy
Three meals six days
And snacks I got a plenty
 
Steep ups, steep down
My legs just like iron
My pack real heavy
But I’ll continue tryin’
 
Mountain water, mountain rain
sun shining you feel no pain
It’s all you need, when the time opens up
It’s all you need, no matter where you end up
 
Hey, Dude
I’ll walk the long trail with you
Hey, Dude
I’m on the long trail with you
 
Boots of leather
Walks sticks and stones
The earth it mushes
Where these boots roam
 
Time to lay, time to rest
Wake up with the sun
Sleep well, time will tell
If it’s been a good run
 
 
Vermont Song
Revised ©2014 Emily Nyman/ASCAP
Emily Nyman-vocals, guitar; Colin McCaffrey-backing vocals, guitar, mandolin, fiddle, bass

We gather on our porches at the dimming of the day
Rocking gently to the distant sound of tractors bailing hay
We reflect upon our blessings – We are grateful to be here
This is the simple quiet living we hold dear.   
 
We are born to your beauty by the cry of the loon
We give thanks for your harvest by the light of the moon
Of the tapestry that blankets our spirit and captures our hearts
Let us sing to our Vermont.
 
Your whitewashed steeples, fading barns, and old wagon roads
Take us to a sleepy little town of long ago
Where folks make maple sugar and angels in the snow
Where what you do matters more than what you know.
 
We are born to your beauty by the cry of the loon
We give thanks for your harvest by the light of the moon
Of the tapestry that blankets our spirit and captures our hearts
Let us sing to our Vermont.
 
As silhouettes of history are woven in time
Trees stand guard, roots deep and sure, where the rails of freedom lie
And Patriots are honored with their names carved in stone
And the flight of the Falcon heralds the dawn. 
 
We are born to your beauty by the cry of the loon
We give thanks for your harvest by the light of the moon
Of the tapestry that blankets our spirit and captures our hearts
Let us sing to our Vermont.
 
Twists & Bends - Tom Cleary
©2014 Thomas Cleary/ASCAP

Tom Cleary-vocals, piano, organ; Amber deLaurentis-backing vocals;
Colin McCaffrey-electric guitar, bass; Caleb Bronz-drums


Oh my friend, you sure were tested
Sometimes money was invested
There were strange things that you digested
Though you never once confessed it
Your record won’t be beat or bested
No one can smear or second guess it
I guess somebody must have blessed it
Cause here you are rusted and rested
 
So goodbye, good luck and thank you, my old friend
The gears still turn although one journey’s at an end
But I feel somehow that we’ll meet up again
The road’s just one big circle
Made of twists and bends
 
We always minused it and plussed it
Each time you got yanked, cranked and adjusted
And in some races we got dusted
And then we cursed it and we cussed it
But every time that we got busted
We finagled it and fussed it
Through it all it’s you I trusted
Now here you are rested and rusted
 
So goodbye, good luck and thank you, my old friend
The gears still turn although one journey’s at an end
But I feel somehow that we’ll meet up again
The road’s just one big circle
Full of twists and bends
Sometimes we had our differences
Sometimes you took my side
Got stuck in the snow and muck
Survived some crazy rides
But we found a way around most times we couldn’t drive straight through
Next time that I stall, I might put in a call to you
 
So goodbye, good luck and thank you my old friend
It’s a crime we didn’t have more time to spend
But I feel somehow that we’ll meet up again
The road’s just one big circle made of twists and bends
The road’s just one big circle made of twists and bends
The road’s just one big circle made of twists and bends, Amen!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 




 
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