ONE RED WING BY LAUREN FINCHAM I had the strangest dream I woke up in a magazine The stars were falling The crow she was and then she wasn’t me Then she wasn’t me One red wing, one black wing I heard them this morning She can’t fly, she can’t sing She stands there just fluttering Tears on the awning The house was dark and it was growing mean The fox was yawning He had a heart or then so it seemed Or then so it seemed Or then so it seemed One red wing, one black wing I heard them this morning She can’t fly, she can’t sing He blames her for everything ___ The fox and the crow tried to get along The fox caught a rabbit with another love song The crow got wise and caught the fox in a lie, And buried all their treasure… treasure … treasure… One red wing, one black wing I heard them this morning She can’t fly, she can’t sing She stands there just fluttering Lauren Fincham – acoustic guitar, vocal//Michael Pearson – electric guitar/Sean Jones – drums/Roy Peak – bass © 2016 by Lauren Fincham The Devil Always Comes By Stacey Bennett Time’s been rough and I’ve struggled through enough to know that I’m better off alone So take what you need, save the rest for me to clean. I’ll go off and I’ll move on The devil always comes like a lover in the night. Save the kiss of death at your bedside Time’s been rough and I’ve fought long enough to know that I’m better off at home So take what you need, save the rest for me to cleave. I’ll move on and I hope you’ll grow up Trouble always comes like robbers in the night. They will take, they will break, don’t you put up a Fight Devious stray, star spangled and lit. A diatribe in the ugly mouth, a self-portrait Of what’s to come, because what is, is what was. We are infinite, we are all heathens Don’t steal the rain clouds from my eyes. Sulk in spite with this festering heart of mine I was a child, I was free and I fought to believe that we are infinite, but we aren’t all poets We are all lies and the devil always comes to my side Stacey Bennett—vocals, guitar/Rick Grice—bass, keys/Ryan Kennedy—drums Produced, mixed and mastered by Rick Grice at Endangered Wise Men Studios © 2016 Folk is People LLC Burn it Down By Luke Peacock Well we grew up slow, in a no-horse town Nothing but stoplights on main street, no one ever come around We swore we’d get away soon as we were grown Packed that Buick to the tailgates with everything we owned And we danced all night together by the light of the radio Singing “Night of the Johnstown Flood” and banging on a piano And we made ourselves a highway from the town we used to know Aw, burn it down I hope we never go back home We let the daylight break before we hit the road Caught the 77 southbound headed out for Mexico Made far as Kingsville before the car broke down Hitched the last hundred miles in to some border town Where we danced all night together by the light of the radio Singing “Night of the Johnstown Flood” and missing my old piano And we made ourselves a highway from the life we used to know Aw, burn it down I hope we never go back home Out on the range tonight there’s a hollow sigh Wolves howling at the tree line on the back 45 Lord I miss that girl and the no-horse town But I ain’t nothing that nobody would ever keep around So I’ll dance all night alone now by the light of the radio Singing “Night of the Johnstown Flood” and wishing for a piano I’m just trying to get back somehow to the life I used to know Or just burn it down, and hope I never get back home Burn Luke Peacock – guitar and vocal © by Luke Peacock El Dorado By Mark Ari They came through the jungle bent on murder, Their faces were drawn and their guns were, too. Muskets fire and flash and blast like thunder Leaving blood on the field like the morning dew El Dorado El Dorado El Dorado Over the hill, just around the bend. I still remember how you tried to hide me When they came to cull me from the fold. If I were an angel, girl, you could ride me All the way to that city of gold. El Dorado El Dorado El Dorado Over the hill, just around the bend. Some men want it to buy their freedom, And some men think it will be them whole, Till their lives are nothing but what they’ve left behind them All along the road to that city of Gold El Dorado El Dorado El Dorado Hey, it’s over the hill, man, I’ve seen it, it’s around the bend. Mark Ai—guitar, vocal, harmonica ©1997 by Mark Ari Street of Good-byes By Mark Williams Restless nights of endless pain Dim lit lights and pouring rain We want our lives simple not plain Our hearts shared but not chained. We try to avoid the big mistake Shield our hearts so they won’t break Say, love’s illusions are all fake Just thin ice upon the lake. And I hear wounded voices rise Up to where the angels fly Far beyond the moonlit sky On the Street of good-byes. Back then we knew each other’s names Children laughing, playing games Funny how the decades past Their meaning outside our grasp Social networks mirror each detail Of lives mundane not fairy-tale Still we overlook or fail To catch the falling and the frail And I hear wounded voices rise Up to where the angels fly Far beyond the moonlit sky On the Street of good-byes… Mark Williams – guitars, piano, all vocals/Roy Peak – Bass/Noel Millan – drums © 2013 by Mark Williams OHIO By Roy Peak It wasn't all that long ago I was crawling down the interstate I had a smile on my face I was full of bile and hate All I needed was shelter Somewhere to clear my head Don't ya know I turned right back around When I saw the sign ahead Ohio---Ohio--- If I had my way baby I'd never go back to you Ohio---Ohio--- If I had my way darlin' I'd never go back to you When we kissed by Lake Erie I never felt so high But when you started running 'round I truly wanted to die Some love is meant to be Others better left unsaid Our love was high in the middle And it was round on both ends Ohio---Ohio--- If I had my way baby I'd never go back to you Ohio---Ohio--- If I had my way darlin' I'd never go back to you There we were at the edge of the world And you’re begging me to come back Close my eyes and spin around One step forward and six steps back And if I find myself on 75 Heading south towards Toledo I'd rather drive back around the world Yeah, I'm taking the long way home Ohio---Ohio--- If I had my way baby I'd never go back to you Ohio---Ohio--- If I had my way darlin' I'd never go back to you Roy Peak – guitar and vocal ©2009 by Roy Peak Pray for Magic By Lauren Fincham In her search for lost companions It’s never felt like this before Everybody prays for magic Let the dying man be candid ‘Cause that’s what Heaven is for Everybody prays for magic Did you hear your mother crying? When the candle went out by the door? Everybody prays for magic All your dark days All your dark ways Melt And fade Lauren Fincham – acoustic guitar/Carol Statella – Viola ©2007 by Lauren Fincham Found Out in Brooklyn By Mark Williams I stand ‘neath the lamppost Wearing otiose blues Staring at the skyline From Flatbush Avenue This corner is dirty And dangerous too When you ain’t got a quarter And nothing to do I’m down to my last dime, Out on the main line Down and out in Brooklyn, downed out in Brooklyn Found out in Brooklyn Now these streets are wounded, Slashed straight to the soul By the blade of an unknown, Bloodthirsty and cold But I love this city, It has a heart still And I oft times stumble In awe of its will. I’m down to my last dime, Out on the main line Down and out in Brooklyn, downed out in Brooklyn Found out in Brooklyn I wish I had a picture of when I was ten Or more important, one of a friend Someone I’d talk with when I was alone Just like it is now that this street is my home I’m down to my last dime, Out on the main line Down and out in Brooklyn, downed out in Brooklyn Found out in Brooklyn Mark Williams – vocals, guitar/Bill Pillmore – bass, pedal steel ©1983 by Mark Williams Hot Dogs and Beer By Mark Ari I believe in hot dogs and beer I believe the future is hear I believe in every crocodile tear And I believe in you I believe in time when it’s spendin’ I believe in justice when it’s bendin’ I might believe in this world when it’s endin’ Then I’ll believe in you I believe in wings over the world I believe the universe curls I believe why walk when you can whirl But mostly I believe in you I believe we all want a home I believe that’s why we roam If it’s true we all die alone I’ll still believe in you I believe in the wind and the rain, The man in the moon, the house on the lane On this crazy old planet nothing stays the same ‘cept I believe in you. I believe I might have played to the crowd If I didn’t believe in laughing out loud Still I believe in Paradise Now Cause, baby, I believe in you I believe I do I believe in you I believe because you tell me to. I believe in red hots and brews In Rock and Roll and Rhythm and Blues But you already know that, so here comes the news: I believe in you. I believe I do I believe in you I believe because you tell me to. Mark Ari—guitars, vocal, harmonica © by Mark Ari Pyramids By Stacey Bennett All your thoughts were pyramids and all your friends were pharmacists Like what was never is…but it’s now Of dial tones, a reluctant past. Those ghosts keep calling back You’re anchored now without slack and sinking The dialogue has since dimmed, your eyes are concentration Lose the brakes at the bend, no seatbelt Make me or break me tonight, I won’t go down without a fight Sent your love and sentiments and dressed yourself like a little kid When you stormed the hill on your pilgrimage to nowhere You swallow hope like a wishing well and those shiny coins got some stories to sell When everyone is someone else, who are you To make me or break me tonight? I won’t go down without a fight Sulking in your tyrantʼs chair, screaming, tearing out your hair A silent Armageddon clawing through the blood under your skin So make me or break me tonight. I won’t go down without a fight Stacey Bennett—vocals, guitar/Rick Grice—bass, keys/Ryan Kennedy—drums Produced, mixed and mastered by Rick Grice at Endangered Wise Men Studios © 2016 Folk is People LLC Cowboy Dreams By Tamara Colonna Sitting in your easy chair, wishing you could get back where The angus roam and the mustangs run, Out where the air is dry warm colors kiss the sky And paint the land red with the sun. Catching a wolf pack howling. A fire’s roaring, the kettle’ on, Bacon crackling slowly in the frying pan, Black coffee drifting in the air. You let down your hair. It’s gonna be a day where you can disappear Off to Shelby’s Bar where you play your steel guitar For the local folks who come around. You bring your old dog, Beau. Some nights he steals the show When he smiles and prances ‘round. At the end of the day on your horse you ride away Into the sunset soft and deep. And as the music fades, you’re headed to that place – The land of cowboy dreams. Rolling with the tumbleweeds, cactus green and centipedes, The road goes on for miles in the desert sand Winning battles blazing trails, Full of tall wild tales where the bad guys fall And the good prevail. Sitting in your easy chair, wishing you could get back where The angus roam and the mustangs run, Out where the air is dry, the warm colors kiss the sky And paint the land red with the sun. Tamara Colonna – vocals/Bill Gibson – harmony, guitar/Chuck Nash – bass/Beau Halton – Drums. Recorded at Zoe Tribe Studios. Engineered by Chuck Nash. © by Tamara Colonna Clear Lake, February 3rd 1959 By Roy Peak I'm sitting on the runway Here at Clear Lake The snow is still falling And I’m grinding my teeth I've got ten bags of laundry And my guitar in the back Flyin' all the way to Fargo While the sky is still black Not sure how I got here With my eyes full of stars Singing one song after another How did I get this far Feels like I've been snow blind For weeks on end I miss those quiet mornings And the warmth of your skin The way you'd correct me And change my mind I think we oughta start a family I think we still have time All I ever needed Was to be your man And I promise to call you As soon as this bird lands I'm sitting on the runway Here at Clear Lake The pilot guns the engine And lets off the brake What if I was to die tonight And leave you this way I bet you'd never forgive me Oh that’ll be the day And I'd love to close my eyes and sleep But this plane's so loud But if I could I'd dream of a sunrise And a pair of brown eyes Oh just to see one more sunrise And those lovely eyes Roy Peak – guitar and vocal © by Roy Peak Album roduced by Roy Peak and Mark Ari Cover Design by Mark Ari Cover Painting: “Captive Pegasus” (1889) by Odilon Redon. This image is in the public domain. “One Red Wing” is the title track of Lauren Fincham’ s 2016 album, “Pray for Magic” is from her 2007 release, PERFECT PAIN. “The Devil Always Comes” and Pyramids” were first released on the 2016 album, THE DEVIL ALWAYS COMES by Folk is People. “El Dorado” appeared on Mark Ari’s album, LIVE AT 90 IN THE SHADE,” while “Hot Dogs and Beer” was first released in 2017 on “ALL THE BONE.” “Street of Goodbye’s” is from Mark Williams second CD, MARK WILLIAMS WITH BLUE HORSE—OUT PAST THE MOON. His song, “Found Out in Brooklyn” is from his first, GHOSTS OF EDEN. Roy Peak recorded “Ohio” and “Clear Lake, February 3rd, 1959” demo-style on a single mic. Tamara Colonna’s “Cowboy Dreams” is from the 2013 release STRONG ENOUGH TO FLOAT A COLT by Dixie Rodeo. © 2017 EAT has the non-exclusive right to manufacture and distribute these song recordings by permission of the authors. The authors retain all other rights to their songs and recordings.