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		Song Bird
		
		I listened to a bird
		that told me all
		He seemed to make no sense as I recall
		I listened to the bees, their buzzing sounds
		Told nothing of the purpose of their rounds
		
		The claws that tear, the fangs that bite
		The placid pond, the bird in flight
		The lion stalking 'round his kill
		The flowers purple on the hill
		
		I looked out at the trees that gently swayed
		They didn't need to know how they were made
		I wondered if the world kept something hid
		Denied to me, for something that I did
		
		The claws that tear, the fangs that bite
		The placid pond, the bird in flight
		The lion stalking 'round his kill
		The flowers purple on the hill
		
		I listened to a bird that told me all
		He seemed to make no sense as I recall
		So far I haven't heard a songbird sing
		A single verse that told me anything
		
		The claws that tear, the fangs that bite
		The placid pond, the bird in flight
		The lion stalking 'round his kill
		The flowers purple on the hill
		
		
		
Brad Roberts - lead vocals, acoustic guitar
		Ellen Reid - vocals
		Stewart Lerman - electric guitar, drums, omnichord
		Steuart Smith - acoustic guitar, bass
		Rob Morsberger - keyboards, string arrangement
		Suzanne Ornstein - violin, viola
		Debbie Assael - cello
				
	 
	
	
		You Said You'd Meet Me (In California)
		Brad Roberts - lead vocals
		Ellen Reid - background vocals
		Stewart Lerman - acoustic guitar, bass, Optigan
		Steuart Smith - electric guitar
		Pinky Weitzman - Stroh violin
		Jerremy Forbis - drums
				
		
		You said you'd meet me in California
		You said you'd meet me in California
		Out on the ocean the mermaids are singing
		Out on the ocean the sirens are calling
		You said you'd meet me
		You said you'd meet me
		
		You said you'd live here, you said you'd love me
		You said we'd stay here, and make a family
		You said you'd meet me
		You said you'd meet me
		
		Token affections, deep in the night
		Promises whispered, then parting at light
		You said you'd meet me
		You said you'd meet me
		
		Out on the ocean the mermaids are singing
		Out on the ocean the sirens are calling
		You said you'd meet me
		You said you'd meet me
		
		Token affections, deep in the night
		Promises whispered, then parting at light
		You said you'd meet me
		You said you'd meet me
	
 
	
	
		And It's Beautiful
		Brad Roberts - lead vocals
		Ellen Reid - background vocals
		Stewart Lerman - drums, bass, acoustic guitar
		Steuart Smith - electric guitar
		Rob Morsberger - string arrangement, Hammond B3 organ, celeste, melodica, Koestler Organ
		Suzanne Ornstein - violin, viola
		Jerremy Forbis - percussion
			
			
		We turn out water into wine
		It's something we do all the time
		It doesn't cost a single dime
		And it's beautiful... Yes it's beautiful
		
		Our glasses, never just half full
		The flowers vivid, colorful
		And though we feel
		the push and the pull
		And it's beautiful...
		Yes it's beautiful
		
		And through our hearts are in the right place
		And out there is the whole human race
		And each one has a mask, and a face
		And it's beautiful...
		
		Enough about the look in your eyes
		Enough about the sun and the sky
		It will always be just you and I
		And it's beautiful...
		Yes it's beautiful
	
 		
	
	
		Paralyzed
		Brad Roberts - lead vocals
		Ellen Reid - background vocals
		Stewart Lerman - drums, Omnichord, acoustic guitar
		Steuart Smith - electric guitar, piano, Mellotron, bass
		
				
		One day I awakened
		You left no goodbyes
		You left no truth
		And you left with no lies
		And now it seems
		That I'm paralyzed
		
		I swam against the current
		In rivers deep and wide
		Oh so long - staring at the skies
		And now it seems
		That I'm paralyzed
		
		I thought I had us plotted out
		My chapters all revised
		And now you just walk in the door
		With your lips and hair and eyes
		And when I see your face again
		The living in me dies
		The living in me dies
		
		I had my heart down to a science
		My dreams all analyzed
		But here you are
		With that look in your eyes
		And now it seems like I'm paralyzed
		And now it seems that I'm paralyzed
	
 
	
	
		The In-Between Place
		Brad Roberts - lead vocals
		Ellen Reid - background vocals
		Stewart Lerman - acoustic guitar, Omnichord, bass
		Steuart Smith - electric guitar
		Rob Morsberger - string arrangement, Hammond B3 organ, Theremin
		Suzanne Ornstein - violin, viola
		Jerremy Forbis - drums
		
				
		I can't tell what's true
		So it's harder to lie
		I haven't got the proofs
		My equations run dry
		
		I'm in the in between place,
		Where the seam meets the cloth
		Where the lily pad's face
		Shines up out of the bog
		
		I've still got my mind
		My body, and my heart
		I can still be unkind
		I can still come apart
		
		I'm in the in between place,
		Where the seam meets the cloth
		Where the lily pad's face
		Shines up out of the bog
			
		
		Where the line in the sand
		Is drawn with a stick
		'Til the winds sweep the land
		And blow the air thick
		
		The place where the sky
		Meets up with the land
		Where the 1 watches 1
		That it longs to command
	
 	
	
	
		Not Today Baby
		Brad Roberts - lead vocals, mouth trombone
		Ellen Reid - background vocals
		Stewart Lerman - acoustic guitar, optigan
		Steuart Smith - bass, electric guitar, piano
		Rob Morsberger - Hammond B3 organ, vibes
		Jerremy Forbis - drums
		
				
		Well they're willing and their able
		When they come over to my table
		And say, "Hello, there..."
		There's a Jane and a Julie
		And then there's simply yours truly
		Sitting alone here
		They say one day I'll finally settle down
		
		Not today, baby, cause there's
		A whisper in the breeze
		Can you hear, baby?
		Hear it callin' out to me
		So move along, baby
		
		Well they pay my lots of money
		Just to stand up and be funny
		For an hour
		Then the bees want some honey
		And then oh-boy-all-of-a-suddenly
		I'm their flower
		They say one day I'll finally
		Come around
		
		Not today, baby, cause there's
		A whisper in the breeze
		Can you hear, baby?
		Hear it callin' out to me
		So move along, baby
		
		Don't know what's comin' at me
		Or who's such and such
		As long as I'm this happy
		I don't care, care too much
		
		Well the show is all over
		And I'm rolling in the clover all alone here
		And I know you'd keep my company
		But I'm really very comfy on my own, here
		They say one day I'll finally stay in town
		
		Not today, baby, cause there's
		A whisper in the breeze
		Can you hear, baby?
		Hear it callin' out to me
		So move along, baby
	
 	
	
	
		Heart of Stone
		Brad Roberts - lead vocals
		Ellen Reid - background vocals
		Stewart Lerman - baritone guitar, Hammond B3 organ, bass
		Steuart Smith - electric guitar
		Jerremy Forbis - drums
		
				
		I'll never forget
		The first time we met
		On the beach, by the sea-
		Just opened my eyes
		Voila, a surprise:
		You were looking at me
		And I wished I owned
		A heart of stone
		
		And I knew it was over then
		I knew that I was through
		You don't have to believe me
		But I know it's true
		And when you go, and I'm all alone
		I'll wish I owned that heart of stone
		
		I was taken aback
		I was thrown off my track
		By your beauty and joy
		The wind blew your hair
		I just lay there, and stare
		Like a stupid schoolboy
		And I wished I owned
		A heart of stone...
		
		And I knew it was over then
		I knew that I was through
		You don't have to believe me
		But I know it's true
		And when you go, and I'm all alone
		I'll wish I owned that heart of stone
		
		Then we'd sit, holding hands
		Lay so many plans
		Of the places we'd go
		But the years quickly passed
		And then it came to the last
		We never left home
		
		And so now we are old
		Both our stories are told
		And we wait for the end
		And if you're the first to go
		I will follow you, know
		That my heart will not mend
		And I wish I owned
		A heart of stone
	
 	
	
	
		Lake Bras d'Or
		Brad Roberts - lead vocals, acoustic guitar
		Ellen Reid - background vocals
		Stewart Lerman - acoustic guitar, electric guitar, bass
		Steuart Smith - various
		Rob Morsberger - string arrangement
		Suzanne Ornstein - violin, viola
		Jerremy Forbis - percussion
		
				
		There is a path by Lake Bras d'Or
		I never go there anymore
		It's not the same, since you and I
		The path is narrow, over-grown
		The few that thread there, thread alone
		
		A patch of land, I call my own
		I planted seeds, some have grown
		But weeds have choked the few remains
		My crop has withered in the sun
		Doomed before it had begun
		
		I thought I read the writing on the wall
		Turned out that it was just a bit of scrawl
		I walked along, tasting my defeat -
		There was a time when what was writ
		Seemed to me clear, and full of wit
		
		There is a path by Lake Bras d'Or
		I never go there anymore
		It's not the same, since you and I
		The path is narrow, over-grown
		The few that thread there, thread alone
	
 		
	
	
		What I'm Famous For
		Brad Roberts - lead vocals
		Ellen Reid - background vocals
		Stewart Lerman - Optigan
		Steuart Smith - banjo, mandolin, electric guitar
		Jerremy Forbis - drums
		
				
		I don't know if you've been told
		If this old place is bought or sold
		But I'm here now and now its mine
		It's not much but it suits me fine
		
		Call me thief or call me bum
		It's squatter's rights where I come from
		Don't show your face don't dark my door
		Or you'll find out what I'm famous for
		
		I'm not from here, I don't care
		You can go to hell while I comb my hair
		I might be right, I might be wrong
		Just listen to the words of my goddamn song
		
		Call me snake or call me rat
		Its squatter's rights from where I'm at
		Don't show your face, don't dark my door
		Or you'll find out what I'm famous for
		
		So stay the hell off my new land
		While I pick my teeth and shoot tin cans
		I'll be sittin' right out here
		Workin' on my tan and drinkin' my beer
		
		You can call my mother nasty names
		It's squatter's rights from where she came
		Don't show your face, don't dark my door
		Or you'll find out what I'm famous for
	
 	
	
	
		Now You See Her
		Brad Roberts - lead vocals
		Ellen Reid - background vocals
		Stewart Lerman - Optigan, bass
		Steuart Smith - electric guitar, piano
		Jerremy Forbis - drums
		
				
		Her sugar lips, her chinney-chin-chin
		Ooh la-la - Where has she been?
		Her silvery voice, her sweet perfume
		The light she brings into the room
		Her sunny smile when she walks the walk
		Hey evil eye, her crazy talk
		Her simple face, her pretty head
		Her fickle heart
		Her someone else instead
		
		You'll never catch her
		But you can watch her run
		Sometimes you get closer
		But now you see her, now you don't
		Now you see her, now you don't
		You'll never match her
		But you can have some fun
		Maybe you'll get to hold her
		But now you see her, now you don't
		Now you see her, now you don't
		
		Her shiny hair, those lacy things
		Ooh la-la - Where has she been?
		The music plays, she's asked to dance
		But sadly, no he missed his chance
		The times she's had, the men she's known
		Still she prefers to be alone
		Hey empty room, her lonely bed
		Her fickle heart, her someone else instead
		
		You'll never catch her
		But you can watch her run
		Sometimes you get closer
		But now you see her, now you don't
		Now you see her, now you don't
		You'll never match her
		But you can have some fun
		Maybe you'll get to hold her
		But now you see her, now you don't
		Now you see her, now you don't
		
		When it's dark out
		I want to sneak out
		Drink my troubles away
		Can't forget her
		Wish I never met her
		I still regret the day
	
 	
	
	
		Put a Face
		Brad Roberts - acoustic guitar
		Ellen Reid - lead vocals
		Stewart Lerman - Optigan, bass
		Steuart Smith - acoustic guitar, electric guitar, bass, optigan
		Rob Morsberger - string arrangement, accordion
		Suzanne Ornstein - violin, viola
		
				
		Put a face
		on the page
		into scenes
		put a time
		to a place
		with a theme
		
		Give it rhythm
		meet the strict
		rhyming scheme
		get it down
		write it out
		make it seem
		
		Into a room
		that feels more
		than a dream,
		but a place
		that we all
		yearn to be
		
		Like a real history,
		Kings and Queens;
		And the dawn,
		As the birds start to sing,
		The dust-motes
		Lit up by a beam
		Of the sun
		Through the window
		That stream