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Ivy Twined
02:49
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Ivy twined in the sunstruck lane
Climbing up each other in the lusty rain
Each tendril wrapped around me
Is driving me insane
Ivy twined in the sunstruck lane
I once thought you were above me
My hands were much too dirty
But with yours we matched
I once thought you never loved me
Too proud or just too tender
From the times that scratched
We discarded all our clothing
At the lakeshore, blue and fine
Skippin’ in pale-gray workin’ waters
Naked yet divine
We were...
Ivy twined in the sunstruck lane
Tangled on your trellis in the morning rain
Your mouth retains the flavor
Of our sweet champagne
Ivy twined in the sunstruck lane
Now does this tawny season last forever?
Must we be replanted to regrow?
Can we form a shelter with our bodies?
Let our stamens and petals survive the coming snow
The snow...
Cause we are...
Ivy twined in the sunstruck lane
Littering the frostpack in the freezing rain
Until a thaw ignites us
We are entombed, engrained
Ivy twined in the sunstruck lane
Ivy twined in the sunstruck lane
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2. |
Cutting Room Floor
03:27
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Lip-synched Arabella
Packed her story in a case
Folded into quarters
Edged with Belgian lace
But our frames were all a-flutter
What's another remake for?
Snip the b-plot, let it curl
The cutting room floor
At a table near the ballroom
We filmed a farewell scene
Then we turned the cameras off
We smelled of ethylene
Fingers on our triggers
In a constant state of war
Pulling focused moments off
The cutting room floor
A dream of golden statues
A waltzing carbon doze
Millimeter reels that thread
The nitrate in our clothes
We had a grand affair
But the cameras never came
We funded this with nectar
But the taste was aspartame
The footage lies in baskets
I don't want it anymore
The archivists can leave it on
The cutting room floor
Lip-synched Arabella
Packed her story in a case
Folded into quarters
Edged with Belgian lace
The matinees will only see
What she underscores
She left a different movie on
The cutting room floor
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3. |
Bill Evans
07:46
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Speak to me silent ivory
We meet again on the broken old stage
In the flame of the evening
When limelight burns quick
You cool me in liquid
And never let go
By the slenderest thread
Just one more show
Talking to gremlins and three-quarter tonic
At the end of a stool where the darker things hide
Punctured in time by the clink of the glasses
Blue from the wonderland waiting inside
A car that had crashed on a desolate highway
With chords that conform to the dissonant sound
Of a worn Catskill laneway that yearns for the city
But will never be more than some apple-farm town
Speak to me silent ivory
Wherever I go you are ready to fly
In July, in the heat and the famine
The Johnson grass falls, turns brown till it dies
Hands that held memories in burn marks and callus
The charred-bottom teaspoons in strings of motels
Where the lobbies are sutured with dust and bad weather
And the concierge leers at the damp clientele
Where the maid is a martyr, a soft-spoken mother
Turning down beds with ammoniac fumes
Folding fresh towels and dumping the garbage
From one empty room to the next empty room
Speak to me silent ivory
We meet again on the broken old stage
In the flame of the evening
That burns out so quick
You cool me in liquid
You never let go
Though the finish unravels
The end of the show
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4. |
Just Like Saturday
02:53
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You're just like Saturday
Always far away
Just like Saturday
A dream in the shoulders of the working blues
Wake up inside a Sunday lemonade
Living in a valley of mountain skies
Your rippling lake is my morning teacup
Reflecting back in my sleepy eyes
You're just like Saturday
Always far away
Just like Saturday
A dream in the shoulders of the working blues
Commuting along the Monday wagon train
A rumbling trail to the city hills
Where every cafe is filled with smiling friends
And cottage daisies fall down the sills
Tuesday is just forever
It's wearing an old-fashioned frown
Watching coyotes encircle
While Wednesday is dragging you down
Thursday and Friday are what I wish to be
But frankly I live as brown russet June
Cool in the morning but hot in the sun
Baking the next afternoon
You're just like Saturday
Always far away
Just like Saturday
A dream in the shoulders of the working blues
You're just like Saturday
Another life away
Hoping to grow into the
Bloom we choose
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5. |
Alone in the Dark
03:24
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Sound filters through hairlines
Of floorboards and of panes
Moans and sighs that manifest
Ecstatic or profane
Hear the rattle of the hinges
The perk of lazy tea
The thumping bass of binges
Sitting next to me
Alone in the dark
The moan could be from chocolate
Dipping berries from the patch
The sigh, your fingers touching mine
The rattle, from your latch
A closet of vanilla
Your favorite evening smell
The thumping bass your soundtrack
I remember it so well
Alone in the dark
I thought we were perfect moments
Time had graced us with a gift
And if the world unmoored us
We could steer instead of drift
Now you're in the new apartment
Mouthing someone's words
You listen to the noises
Like the ones that I've just heard
And you cannot shake the feeling
Furniture's out of place
The ghost of what is missing
Howls around your face
Alone in the dark
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6. |
Slow Cool Water
05:37
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Your blue sky friends have fallen wayside
Look beyond them, kindred stand revealed
All of your dreams that now seem stupid
You're just exhausted, come and rest afield
Fall on your knees
Feel yourself undone
Thirst for something
Quenching, find no hope, no sun
Take it down to the ledge
Where the hillside
Likes to sing
Cup your hands and may you drink
Slow cool water from the ancient spring
Slow cool water from the ancient spring
Some days enchantment seemed illusion
But it's true you're magic every time
Enemies bitter by your confidence
Let them go now, they're only petty crimes
Cold rakes your skin
And you need to feel again
The moss 'neath your feet
It's true, it’s rich and thick with life
Kneeling down at the ledge
Where the hillside
Likes to sing
Cup your hands as you drink
Slow cool water from the ancient spring
Slow cool water from the ancient spring
Rise from your knees
Stand by my side
This place will grow
Our work goes on
Timber and frame
Tender we guide
Building this house with
Rivets of pride
We will grow, we will grow
We will grow, we will sing, drinking
Slow cool water from the ancient spring
Slow cool water from the ancient spring
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I'm looking for a lifetime
You're a one-night stand
You're begging for manna
I'm the promised land
I don't need your car
I don't want your advice
I never ripped the tag off
Of your asking price
You say “one of these days” I'll be itching for you
“One of these days,” you're just wrong
“One of these days,” you'll be waiting forever while
“One of these days,” I'll be gone
Can you buy me a drink?
Can we make this a date?
Let me grab a tallboy
Filled with glyphosate
Can we dine at the club?
Can I show you my skin?
I got a boiling pot to
Puttanesca in
You say “one of these days” I'll be itching for you
“One of these days,” you're just wrong
“One of these days,” you'll be waiting forever while
“One of these days,” I'll be gone
I'm a debutant at the cotillion
I'm the queen of the bowling league prom
Most of my pals are getting married by now
It's so weird that you're friends with my mom
I think that's my cue
I think that's the door
It's been a pleasure
Walking to the liquor store
But twilight is ending
The day will break free
So go back to your coffin
There ain’t room for me
You say “one of these days” I'll be itching for you
“One of these days,” you're just wrong
“One of these days,” you'll be waiting forever while
“One of these days,” I'll be gone
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8. |
The Nighthawks
03:56
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We are the nighthawks
Behind the neon signs
Bundled into overcoats
With wrinkles like designs
We drink alone
We write our own
Tombstones
We the nighthawks
Alone
We are the nighthawks
We blister in the day
While neighbors sleep behind their walls
We trundle on our way
To a park bench for the weary
A bar stool for the wrecked
With bright hallucinations
We are desperate to protect
Sally, oh Sally
You bought a cotton bib
Your Christmas tree sprouts mistletoe
Beneath, a little crib
The parcel counter's waiting
It’s a mistress, not a wife
It discounts daily victories
O’er petty little life
Wired, restless nighthawks
Reading by the lamp
Of romance and of mystery
Your paperbacks are damp
Will the sickness fester?
The detective solve the crime?
Will they find the treasure?
Will we get out in time?
We are the nighthawks
Behind the neon signs
Bundled into overcoats
With wrinkles like designs
We drink alone
We write our own
Tombstones
We the nighthawks
Alone
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9. |
I've Always Been Sincere
04:34
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I have hats galore from nightclub acts
They styled me into a long career
And I'm known to saw my friends in half
But I've always been sincere
My grammar school, a gang of thieves
I rescued gold and then I disappeared
And I'm not exactly Robin Hood
But I've always been sincere
Do ya hear?
I was mixing gin in Saint Martin
When Scarface lent me his little ear
And I got away as narcos crept
But I've always been sincere
Then I fell in love with a quiet friend
Traveling the hemisphere
I could have had that quiet life
You were my kingdom...
You were my fear...
Do you hear?
Around the world I've seen it all
My airship ran afoul in landing here
But insurance is a darling friend
And at least I was sincere
And now, the party's winding down
My latest gig is humble balladeer
Have I screwed things up?
Have I hurt your heart?
Have I made you dance?
Why, yes. I have.
So fault me for my fumbles, fair
But all I ever wanted
Was to bring you cheer
‘Cause I've always been sincere
‘Cause I've always been sincere
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10. |
Berry Stained Fingers
03:34
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The weeds of summer hide us in the thicket, from an
Old man cutting hay ‘cross the pasture line
Along the soapstone leading to the garden, are
Baskets, blankets and curves of your spine
Berry juice runs down my chin
An untamed taste invited in
On the moss we are immortal
Where the morning will begin
With berry-stained fingers and dandelions
Protected from the traffic by the willows
Canes of black raspberries whip our cheeks
In the shade the air is cool as caverns
As we pick the fruit it falls and crests in dusty peaks
Berry juice runs down my chin
An untamed taste invited in
On the moss we are immortal
Where the morning will begin
With berry-stained fingers and dandelions
In the harvest when the honeybees are drowsy
Our tired lilac hands reach to dirty toes
Nothing will be left to mark our passing
The matted outlines fade where we lay exposed
Berry juice runs down my chin
An untamed taste invited in
On the moss we are immortal
Where the morning will begin
With berry-stained fingers and dandelions
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11. |
See You Again in Paris
03:29
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I'll see you again in Rue du Chat-Qui-Pêche
When tables are laid out and we're both free
I'll give up my business and you'll settle down
We'll knock up a family for us in Paris
I'll say goodbye to all of my flings
Give up my toys, my booze
I won't hound your friends and I'll stop keeping tabs
And of course I'll be fine with whatever you choose
But if you say no, I will never forgive
I'll burn down your memory as long as I live
I get what I want, I'm not wrong
I'm making it easy so just play along
Divorce your drab wife, give her the slip
Take up my offer, a fully-paid trip
I dream of you here in my suite
The glass and the steel, they feel incomplete
Below in the fray of Rue du Chat-Qui-Pêche
Onions are frying and burgundy flows
I made reservations I hope that’s swell
And also I bought you a set of brand-new clothes
I can't wait to hear the sound of your voice
Or to wire you money to bring you to me
You found my glass slipper, now what do you say?
What could go wrong for us in Paris?
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12. |
Bunny
03:11
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The birds fly down and greet me
The bees make golden honey
The puppies beg for belly rubs
But I'm not satisfied
I want to see a bunny
The peonies shake their crimson lips
The bobcat smiles sunny
The salmon run the water wheel
But I'm not satisfied
I want to see a bunny
I cannot go to a bunny shop
And see a bunny hop
The thicket is a hostile place
To the furless human race
Deep within the thorny twigs
The bunny lives in cozy digs
Free to feast your summer squash
But not for long
Not for long
The parking lot paved 'oer the field
With gooey yuppy money
From clover patch to pancake brunch
It's freshly squeezed
I'm not appeased
I want to see a bunny
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13. |
Who Tucks You In
02:54
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Who's on your mind
When you are far
Who's at the wheel
When you nap in the car
Who scoops the cone
And wipes up the tear
Who sings to you
When no one can hear
Who signs the cards
And who folds the bills
Who doesn't flip
When fountain ink spills
Who dabs the sting
From the scab of a fight
Who tucks you in at night?
Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo, ooh, ooh, ooh
Who shakes the tree
And rakes up the leaves
Who can you trust
To always believe
Who listens close
To words that you say
Takes them to heart
Invites them to stay
Wherever you go
A harbor anew
A terminal gate
On the airline you flew
Who's at the stairs
At the end of that flight
Who tucks you in, yeah
Who tucks you in
Who tucks you in at night?
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Kimberly Hawkey New York, New York
Kimberly Hawkey’s artistry transcends time. With immortal songs – jazz, Broadway, folk – and a
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the NY-based artist transports audiences into a world of beauty, offering an
unforgettable shared experience. Kimberly fully inhabits captivating melodies and cinematic lyrics – conjuring vistas of the heart
for a modern age in need of vintage, time-tested soul sustenance.
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