Rarities, B-Sides and Slow, Sad Waltzes

Released May 1999


1. I Saw Your Shoes
(Michael Timmins)

I saw your shoes by the kitchen door
and I knew I missed you.
I saw your shoes by the front door
and I began to miss you more.
I saw your shoes on the landing
and Lord I knew I cared.
I saw your shoes pretty baby
and I longed to have you there.

I saw your shoes by the record player
and I wished you'd call me.
I saw your shoes by the TV set
I prayed you'd call.
I saw your shoes by the couch
and I longed to feel your touch, babe.
I saw your shoes pretty baby
and I had to have you there.

I see your shoes by the shower stall
and I begin to wondering.
I see your shoes by the bedroom door
and my hearts starts pounding.
I see your shoes at the foot of the bed
and I start laughing.
I see your shoes, pretty baby,
but most of all I see you.


6. To Lay Me Down
(Robert Hunter and Jerry Garcia)

To lay me down once more.
To lay me down
with my head in sparkling clover.
Let the world go by all lost in dreaming.
To lay me down one last time.
To lay me down.

To be with you once more.
To be with you
with our bodies close together.
Let the world go by like clouds a-streaming.
To lay me down once last time
To lay me down.

To lay me down.
To lay me down.
To lay me down.
One last time.
To lay me down.

To lie with you once more.
To lie with you
with our dreams entwined together.
To lie beside you my love still sleeping.
To tell sweet lies one last time
and say goodnight.

To lay me down.
To lay me down.
To lay me down.
One last time.
To lay me down.


2. Five Room Love Story

(Michael and Margo Timmins)

I met her in a church on a Sunday evening
not late on Saturday night.
She sang Ave Maria a little flat and out of tune
but that's what drew me to her so that's alright.
As she placed a nickel in the basket
that I held before her
I asked her to be my wife.

There's one cardboard heart
for every time you said I love you,
a painted star for every secret that we shared,
the dried lima beans and small plastic birds
because you cared.

I hear their talk and I watch them swap
their old black and whites.
Bitter and beaten they talk of life's cheatin'
like old boxers comparing scars.
All I remember is a smile at the top of
every working morning
and a shoulder always willing and able
and all those nights that we'd spend just sitting
and talking around our kitchen table.

And there's one cardboard heart
for every time you said I love you,
a painted star for every secret that we shared,
the dried lima beans and small plastic birds
because you cared.

Five rooms made stronger
by the breaking and the healing
of the two hearts they protected within.
And now one heart left aching,
pasting and painting
these walls with memories of all that has been.

And there's one cardboard heart
for every time you said I love you,
A painted star for every secret that we shared,
the dried lima bean and small plastic birds
because you cared.


7. A Few Simple Words

(Margo Timmins and Michael Timmins)

What does he see in those mashed potatoes?
What secrets does he hold that can be so grin?
The silence like a canyon dividing them
he's on one side she's opposite him
trying so desperately to get his attention.
She says, "Honey, you're a bastard
of great proportion."
He says, "Darling, I plead guilty to that sin."
With potatoes half way to his mouth
he looks her in the eye and says,
"Without a doubt
my love for you is all that I believe in".

With those few simple words
her heart is sent soaring
she's able to face another day.
Through the anger and the laughter
she knows that she matters
and somebody out there cares.

What does she gain by all this sulking?
What trouble can there be for one so young?
Dark tension building like the clouds of a storm
her daughter's in her room and she's at the door
trying to figure what all this fuss is for.

She says, "Mother, you're a witch
and I'll always hate you".
She says, "Daughter, perhaps these words
you speak are true".
She quietly moves towards the bed,
looks her in the eye gently says,
"But I will always believe in you".

With those few simple words
her heart is sent soaring
she's able to face another day.
Through the anger and the laughter
she knows that she matters
and somebody out there cares.

What do we need to keep us going?
What do we need at the end of the day?
Mysteries keep piling like dirty clothes
in the corner.
You never thought you'd give up,
but you're beginning to wonder
when through the gloom you hear
a familiar voice say....

.... a few simple words
that send your heart soaring
you're able to face another day.
Through the anger and the laughter
you know that you matter
and somebody out there cares.


3. Sad to see the Season Go
(Michael Timmins)

Hollow boned and feathered
she fell to him,
wriggling perdition she plucked
from deep within.
Feasted high on flowering branches
the fruit of his heart he gave willingly
for her song.

From fresh wounds
were gathered thick sheaves of love.
He lay open palmed to her world:
she stretched in arched abeyance,
holding thunderclap and starlight in one mind.

Sad to see the season go.
I'll miss the crackling of the air,
the loss of all I know.
Sad to see the season go.

Indian corn and the bitter taste of envy in the air.
Mired now in cyclic decay.
The nag of conquest.
Skeletal arms embrace a withering world.

Sad to see the season go.
I'll miss the crackling of the air,
the loss of all I know.
Sad to see the season go.

Locked here these dreams of you,
imperfect dormant seeds.
There is a dignity
to this solitude,
a sparkling ambiguity
both liquid and solid at one time.


 

 


8. River Waltz (River Song Trilogy Part I)
(Michael Timmins)

I'm going to find me a dying river
and strike a deal with her I'll say.
"I'll fold you in two and I'll carry you away
to a place where your headwaters will flow
clean through to your mouth."
In return I'll request a small sanctuary
by her banks where we will live
with our small family
she will water our garden
and clean the dirt from our skin.
While the word clamours at our door
we will dance and not let them in.

And if one day we wake up to a bed dry as a bone
find our river stolen, find our sanctuary gone
we will stand and take stock and be grateful
for what we've not lost.
We will pack up our bags, pack our small family
head across the valley to where the aspen trees
shiver as they ascend -
the green hills rising to blue.
At the edge of the chopping we will turn
and bid fond ädieu".

All that I know to be true
is the touch of your hand on my skin.
One look from you can so easily soothe
all this turmoil within.

As we dance cheek to cheek
with our feet so completely
locked in a time all our own.
I stop to speak
but you gently keep me
moving in time to the song.
And in a voice that is sloppy with gin
you say, "let the world spin."

I'm going to find me a dying river
and strike a deal with her I'll say,
I'll fold you in two and I'll carry you away
to place where your headwaters will flow
clean through to your mouth."
In return I'll request a small sanctuary
by her banks where we will live
with our small family
she will water our garden
and clean the dirt from our skin.
While the world clamours at our door
we will dance and not let them in.


4. If you Gotta Go, Go Now

(Bob Dylan)

Listen to me baby there's something
that you must see
I want to be with you babe
If you want to be with me.
But if you gotta go, its alright.
But if you gotta go, go now
or else you got to stay all night.

It's not that I'm questioning you to take part
in any kind of quest
It's just that I ain't got no watch
and you keep asking me what time it is.

But if you gotta go, its alright.
But if you gotta go, go now
or else you got to stay all night.

I am just a poor girl trying to connect
I certainly don't want you thinking
that I ain't got any respect.
But if you gotta go, its alright.
But if you gotta go, go now
or else you gotta to stay all night.

It ain't that I am wanting anything
that you never gave before.
It's just that I'll be sleeping and it'll be too dark
for you to find the door.
But if you gotta go, its alright
But if you gotta go, go now
or else you got to stay all night.


9. Leaving Normal

(Michael Timmins)

It's been a long time since I've seen
the high plains of Expectation
and I'm way past the lowlands
and the deserts of Failure and Doubt
and the last time I passed through Satisfaction
I didn't recognize a single soul there,
now I'm leaving Normal
and I'm heading for who knows where.

"Excuse me mister, is that seat taken
can I put my bag over here.
You know, this trip would go a whole lot smoother
if you'd take your hand from there.
No, I'm not from around here
and my name's not Little darlin",
why's there one in every crowd
and why do I attract them.

Funny how the smell of a Greyhound bus now
smells like a fresh start to me
and how the sound of steel belts on blacktop is now
the sound of breaking free,
but I'd trade all those cancelled tickets
for a single return fair
to a station with a loved one waiting there.

I've finally learned that there's good and bad
and that girl can do some choosing.
Of that I'm glad cause this heart and face
won't take any more bruising.
And the next time that I fall into another's arms
there's one thing of which I'll be certain
that he can bare the weight of the love I give
without considering it a burden.

It's been a long time since I saw
the high plains of Expectation
and I'm way past the lowlands
and the deserts of Failure and Doubt
and the last time I passed through Satisfaction
I felt like a stranger there,
Now I'm leaving Normal
wherever I'm heading, I don't care.


5. Love's Still There

(Michael and Margo Timmins)

Door slams, car starts, he's on the road.
she's left there sitting, angry and alone
thinking what she should have said
well, maybe she should have gone to bed
Now his words are swirling around in her head.

He said and she said
and they both yelled together.
Neither one hearing or listening to the other
Words like I never and you don't understand
One word, then another
until the whole thing's out of hand.

But love's still there
it's just hiding in the dark cause it's scared.
Hang on to those feelings that you know are true
and remember that this person
means everything to you.

Siren screams, breaks through her dreams
she rolls to the right.
She realizes that he's still lost to the night.
She gets out of bed both worried and mad,
she prays that he's safe,
her anger holds back the dread.

But love's still there
it's just hiding in the dark cause it's scared.
Hang on to those feelings that you know are true
and remember that this person
means everything to you.

Door opens and in walks her baby
with a look on his face that says I'm sorry.
Now's not the time to play silly games
so you reach out your hand
and he does the same.

But love's still there
it's just hiding in the dark cause it's scared.
Hang on to those feelings
that you know are true
and remember that this person
means everything to you.

 

 


10. The Water Is Wide

(traditional)

The water is wide, I can not cross over
neither have I wings to fly
give me a boat that can carry two
and both shall row, my love and I.

Love is gentle and love is kind
the sweetest flower when first it blooms
but love grows old and waxes cold
and fades away like morning dew.

The water is wide, I can not cross over
neither have I wings to fly
give me a boat that can carry two
and both shall row, my love and I
and both shall row,
my love and I.


11 Not Listed. My Father's House
(Bruce Springsteen)

Last night I dreamed that I was a child
Out where the pines grow wild and tall
I was trying to make it home through the forest
before the darkness falls

I heard the wind rustling through the trees
and ghostly voices rose from the fields
I ran with my heart pounding down that broken path
with The Devil snappin' at my heels

I broke through the trees and there in the night
My father's house stood shining hard and bright
The branches and brambles tore my clothes and scratched my arms
but I ran till I fell, shaking in his arms.

I awoke and I imagined the hard things that pulled us apart
will never again, sir, tear us from each other's hearts
I got dressed and to that house I did ride
From out on the road, I could see it's windows shining in light.

I walked up the steps and stood on the porch
A woman I didn't recognize came and spoke to me through a chained door
I told her my story and who I'd come for
She said "I'm sorry, son, but no one by that name lives here anymore"

My father's house shines hard and bright
It stands like a beacon calling me in the night
Calling and calling, so cold and alone
Shining `cross this dark highway where our sins lie un-atoned.

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Last update: February 14, 2005
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