Tattered and True
lyrics
blueberry beer. pour me a blueberry beer tell me about your story i want to hear we are but two loving friends who meant the world in days gone by and what i’d like to say is how I’ve missed the time when we were younger and hugging me that way has always soothed the boy who still asks why. and you really haven’t changed your smile can still seduce my unhappiness away and before another day you should know i really love you. tell me about your man and your dogs plans for a future family i tell you about the woman i love the son i try to give the best of me and what I’d like to say is sometimes how it’s hard to stay together I’d like to hear you say those thoughts I have aren’t solely owned by me. then i start to think and thinking’s not too good for me these days I’ll have another blueberry beer with the aftertaste of special k and what I’d like to do is stop the clock and gather through the world those saints who’ve touched my heart and like you I still find in tossing dreams. . .in the most important way
chaconne. i’m alive at 26 but dead when I arrive i have tried the rudiments forgot how to survive seems like only yesterday i promised to myself that I’d begin a different way but all those days they never stay I spend time
living in the past four ghosts come to my mind the first one cried with truthfullness but wanted just to hide the second had a golden face polished lips that smiled the third saw wide the open door the fourth one shut and threw the key away. I have known the whole chaconne I can’t play it now worked my fingers to the bone but it’s left me now and when I open up the music i’m sure I hear it say don’t forget me now it’s you I’m going to save. memories of 84 and strolls into the night subtle opportunity disguised by youth’s delight amid the change in scenery the angel floated by bearing reeds and honesty it’s pain to play in yesterday. . .I’m sure I hear her say
pinewood road. and he sits his love’s been gone for hours wondering why she came if destined just to end anyway. it’s pinewood road again. and he stares at the pictures in his wallet was it just a dream or were those smiles warm with care. there’s been a meeting at the church advice from so-called friends and no one has the answer for years and years he’s tried to keep his love alive but the struggle never ends. there’s a plant that grows there in the window it used to be so green when someone took the time to care now the sunshine misses there and he sits and plays his song for hours lying in his words that everything’s ok hiding when the truth is that love has gone away
lobo. reeds and strings that flow through me years of music that called me over and over the spaces were missing you I’m Bach for good and for tribute secret point silently mute over and over the place was reserved for you. you were my angel in the hokona hall and the music walls but i was blind to angels inside my naive eyes i apologize for hurting you what do we endure on behalf of our love and our life and what do we inflict on the players within our lives older and older the message comes driving through there is no time and you’ve been my angel in frequent fleeting thoughts with my heart in knots and i would dream of angels you were so right so long but my chance was gone for you my love i could see it in your eyes even then my love our connection in disguise but i can’t hide my feeling now. lulu oboe 84 i could never ask for more ‘cause you saved me just like i hoped you would. . .knew
and he said. and tall the soldier boy standing in the rain trying to call a friend to take him home his clothes are tattered and his smile has gone away from the most part dreams of all the world has shown. and he said there is
a god. he hit the highway drove into the night to see the stars might be looking he’s not sure why naive new behind the wheel grinds the boulevard to see the shore end of sunset and the moon and the ocean piled wool in alley-ways a homeless couple sleeps cold wakes to the paper truck at dawn he lets her sleep a while lights a cigarette and clears his thoughts his wife and him will sing their song for the people walking by to look at just how pitiful it must be to sleep to the scent of urine and how terrible the odor because they haven’t had a bath for days and how they spend their days together laughing.
Don Kimenker - vocals, guitars, John Tennyson - piano, Oz Noy - electric guitar, Ron Thaler - drums,
Eric Udell - bass, Stanton Davis - trumpet/flugel, Josh Harris - saxophone, Mark Showalter - saxophone,
Lucinda Fisher - oboe Recorded at Manhattan Center Studio 4, NYC; and studios in NY and NJ.
Mixed by Bhauraw Avhad. Mastered by Maor Appelbaum, Los Angeles.
Produced by Don Kimenker and John Tennyson
All songs written by Don Kimenker
