LYRIC SHEET TO CURTIS AND LORETTA'S "GONE FOREVER" HALF EMPTY/HALF FULL Lyrics & music by Loretta Simonet @1999 BMI CHORUS: Is your cup half empty or is it half full? Is your life a thrill or a bitter pill? Are you sure you’ll never get up the hill? Or do you dream of the view, and plan how you will? Little Jenny looked out at the snow that flew Diamonds sparkled and snowmen grew Her mama saw a long cold winter ahead Miles of shovelling, her car gone dead CHORUS Steve and Eve at the apple tree The fruit was ripe, red as could be Steve picked one and took a big bite Eve said, "Prob’ly have worms or parasites." CHORUS Kim and Jim walked down the lane All of a sudden it started to rain Kim ran home, the windows to close Jim got soaked beneath a rainbow CHORUS I looked down at the blank paper Would a song grow here, or was I a faker? I started to write with ink so black I didn’t look ahead and I did not look back CHORUS JEAN’S SONG Lyrics & music by Loretta Simonet @1999 BMI I peeked inside your unlocked door I called out, "Hi, are you here?" You sailed me to your safe harbor You said, "Always for you dear." You saw right past my smile You said, "Something’s wrong, can’t you tell me?" You drew my tears out one by one And dried each one for me CHORUS: I send you my love, my love my friend I send it wherever you are Remember until we meet again You are my shining star I fixed your toaster one evening You thought I’d turned water to wine You said, "Dear, you can do anything." There was wonder in your eyes I have your toaster, it works fine And when songs are too hard to sing I make some toast, and hear you say, "You can do anything." CHORUS We held hands in the living room At your place on the fourth floor Your oxygen machine was humming Near us by the door I said, "Your grip is very strong." You laughed, "Is it, dear?" Sometimes I close my eyes and feel You sitting by me here CHORUS Now I stand in the cookie aisle At the grocery store I reach for your favorite kind Then remember where you are I dreamed about you late last night We were sitting in my car You moved into the back seat Saying, "I’m not going far." CHORUS I’m not going far, you are my shining star I’m not going far, you are my shining star I’m not going far DON’T KEEP A SAILOR AWAY FROM THE SEA Lyrics & music by Curtis Teague @1999 BMI Don’t keep a sailor away from the sea Her breath off to windward, her calm to the lee A course set beneath the stars in the sky The rock of the swell’s salty lullaby CHORUS: So just tide him over till the tide rolls in Don’t landlock a human made of the ocean So just tide him over, till the tide rolls high Don’t landlock a sailor his true love will die Don’t keep a sailor away from the swell The quiet of the calm or the breath of the gale Each battoned-down sail and the anchor so deep Must rise again his true love to keep CHORUS Don’t keep a sailor away from the brine The reef of the mainsail, the sheet and the line Each gale will decline, each ocean he’ll cross With the whale, the fishes, the wind’s albatross CHORUS Don’t keep a sailor away from the main The breeze or the blow or the big hurricane From her bow to her stern, from her keel to her mast By St. Elmo’s fire no harbor’s the last CHORUS DON’T MISS THE SIGHTS Lyrics & music by Loretta Simonet @ 1999 BMI I sped down Highway Number five My gas pedal leg was cramped up tight I watched my watch, saw pavement fly The end of the road in my mind’s eye I turned my head to stretch my neck And mountains filled my eyes I woke up in Oregon Pine trees stood on every side CHORUS: Keep your eyes on the road But don’t miss the sights It’s your life going by On the left, on the right Open your window wide and then Follow the signs till you Are home again The TV blared out all bad news She raced to cook her family food How could she get her car repaired When all the bills were overdue? She bent down to grab a pan And met her baby’s watching eyes It calmed her soul, her worries fled She picked that baby up and said: CHORUS His shoulders ached, he could barely see But his fingers typed automatically At two a.m., glued to the screen His computer crashed, "Oh God, why me?" Then he felt her whisper in his ear, "It’s time to go to bed." He melted in her arms and she Helped him escape technology CHORUS THE CLIFFS OF MOHER Lyrics & music by Dermot Kelly I’m sitting on the cliffs of Moher Looking out to sea The broad Atlantic swells below me A bridge love between you and me The puffins cry above the tide The seagulls glide through the air Calling you back from New York City Back home to the county of Clare CHORUS: Come back, come back sweet Annie Come back for I will be there We’ll sing and we’ll play In the old-fashioned way On the hillside of sweet County Clare I’ll hold your hand, we’ll walk through the Burren With limestone and flowers so rare The yellows and reds, the gold in their petals Will match your blue eyes and fair hair We’ll visit Quinn Abbey and Fein Cill Sula Where holy ones once knelt in prayer But how can this be, if you stay away darling From your home in the county of Clare? CHORUS I’m looking across at the great Aran islands Inis Mean, Inis Mor, Inis Oirr They’ve nestled there neatly caressed by the ocean Surrounded by water so clear But you have the smoke and the dust of the city Where people pass by and don’t care There’s love and there’s welcome as warm as the sunshine For you in the county of Clare CHORUS GONE FOREVER Lyrics & music by Loretta Simonet @1996 BMI Every night when supper was done Before we kids had a chance to run My dad said,"OK, we've got dishes to do, Mom cooked the food, we're the clean-up crew." So he stood at the sink, and he washed each one The rest of us dried, till they were all done But now a disease works in his brain He's forgotten those children who carry his name One day as I vacuumed, he watched me then said, "You've done all the work, I've done nothing yet." So I got him a dustrag, and he worked with me He was still an example for this kid to see CHORUS: If I think of all the things that I've lost* I can simply not bear the thought I am gone forever from his memory And he cannot do things he once did for me** But I watch my dad and who he is now Plagued by Alzheimer's, still somehow Through the confusion his soul shines through He says "Come anytime, we loved having you." *(Cho 2 - he's lost Cho 3 - we've lost) **(Cho 2 - And I do the things he once did for me) At the end of the driveway in the old blue truck He'd stop for a moment, the kids to instruct He'd point a long finger down the road First to the east, then the west as he told To the left is Stillwater, to the right is St. Paul He taught us directions when we were so small Now I drive my dad to the new Walmart Once inside he pushes the cart I say, "Dad at the end of this aisle, turn right." But he just stops, his lips drawn tight So I point for him, and we both turn that way He says,"I sure am lucky to be with you today." CHORUS He came to recitals to hear me play piano He came down to the basement to watch puppet shows He drove to my college to see me in plays A hundred miles in the big Chevrolet "Do you have lots of bookings?" he'd always say "You are so lucky you can sing for your pay." And now he doesn't know who I am Maybe a relation, maybe a friend I sit down at the piano and play "Over There" He sings along from his armchair He says "Where did you learn?" and he claps for me And then he keeps singing that wartime melody THE WESTERN STAR Lyrics & music by Loretta Simonet @1999 BMI 1. She stood in the doorway holding a broom Halfway through cleaning all twelve rooms Of the Western Star, her grandma’s motel Her young eyes were on the highway Just down the hill, the world passed her by On the South Dakota freeway In the pink neon glow of the Western Star She rocked with her grandma and watched the cars On a hot humid night, moths hit the yardlight There was one room left to fill When a semi turned in, with Washington plates And slowly climbed up the hill CHORUS: I’m tired of watching the world go by From the front porch till the day I die Let me go, I long to see* The treasures the world holds for me *(Cho 3-I had to go, so I could see) The very next day she turned eighteen She passed Rapid City at six fifteen In the big diesel truck, with the Washington plates The morning air felt so cool When she found the note, would it break her heart? She’d left the only family she knew At Pike Place Market they parted ways The rain came down like every day On Seattle streets, crowded concrete She carried her bag all alone She found a job at the Hilton Hotel Cleaning rooms weekday afternoons CHORUS She met a boy on the wharf one day In a year they were married, had a brand new baby But he walked out on her, so she packed some diapers And rode a Greyhound to the Western Star Her grandma ran down the hill, finally let her tears spill And took them both into her arms CHORUS STREETSINGER’S HEAVEN Lyrics by Bob Bovee, Muric by Bob Bovee & Stevie Beck @1972 Lyrics - 4th verse by Curtis Teague Standing on the corner with a guitar in my hand Just a poor musician playing in an old street band Waiting for a coin to fall for all these songs I’ve sold Trying to keep warm out here in the cold CHORUS: When I’m gone (echo: When I’m gone) They’ll talk about my singing When I’m gone (echo: When I’m gone) They’ll remember the good old days I’ll be in heaven (echo: in heaven) With my golden guitar ringing Where there’s a crowd on every corner And a hat that’s full always I’m trying to keep warm enough to move my aching fingers If I got two bits from every soul that lingers Or just a dime for every smile I put on a passing face I could stack ‘em up to heaven and climb up to that place CHORUS I hear that up in heaven streetsingers do just fine Folks have to walk around the block just to get into the line To get up to the singer’s hat and drop in a dollar bill And all the streets are heated to keep away the chill CHORUS When the hymn singing is over just bury me in the ground Down below the corner where I used to sing downtown Use my guitar for my headstone, place my old hat at my feet Give the spare change off my eyelids to the singer on that street CHORUS CARRICKFERGUS Traditional Irish (Public Domain) I wish I was in Carrickfergus If only for the nights in Ballygran I would swim over the deepest ocean The deepest ocean for my love to find But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over And neither have I wings to fly If I could find me, a handsome boatman To ferry me over, my love and I My childhood days bring back sad reflections Of happy times spent so long ago My boyhood friends and my own relations Have all passed on now like melting snow But I’ll spend my days in endless roaming Soft is the grass, my bed is free Ah to be back now, in Carrickfergus On that long road down to the sea And in Kilkenny, it is reported That there are marble stones as black as ink With gold and silver I would support her But I’ll sing no more now till I get a drink I’m drunk today, and I’m seldom sober A handsome rover from town to town Ah, but I’m sick now, my days are numbered So come all ye young men and lay me down SMOKE! SMOKE! SMOKE! (THAT CIGARETTE) Lyrics & music by Merle Travis & Tex Williams @ 1947 renewed Elvis Presley Music BMI & Unichappell Music Inc BMI, All rights administered by Unichappell Music Inc Well, I’m a guy with a heart of gold And the ways of a gentleman I’ve been told The kind of a guy that wouldn’t even harm a flea But if me and a certain character met That fellow that invented the cigarette I’d murder that son-of-a-gun in the first degree And it ain’t because I don’t smoke ’em myself I reckon they’re only bad for your health I smoked all my life and I ain’t quite dead yet But nicotine slaves are all the same At a pettin’ party or a poker game Ev’rything must stop while they have a cigarette CHORUS: Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette Puff, puff, puff, and if you smoke yourself to death Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate You just hate to make him wait But you just got to have another cigarette In a game of chance the other night Old lady luck was treatin’ me right The kings and queens kept comin’ round So I played ‘em hard and I bet ‘em high But my bluff wouldn’t fool one old guy He kept raising the bet and laying his money down He’d raise me and I’d raise him I was sweatin’ blood, it was sink or swim Finally he called me and I did not raise the bet I said "Aces full, pal, who ‘bout you?" He said, "I’ll tell you in a minute or two But right now I’m gonna have a cigarette." CHORUS The other night I had me a date With the cutest little gal in the forty-eight states She was an uptown, high-bred, fancy kind of a dame She said she loved me, and I did agree The things were goin’ just like they’re supposed to be So hand in hand we strolled down lover’s lane She was oh so far from a cake of ice And our smoochin’ party was goin’ nice So help me Hannah, I think I’d be there yet I gave her a little kiss and a little squeeze She said, "Excuse me Tex, excuse me please But right now I’m gonna have me a cigarette." THE MINSTREL BOY Music - Trad Irish air "The Moreen" Words by Thomas Moore (1779-1852) (Public Domain) The minstrel boy to the war has gone In the ranks of death you will find him His father’s sword he has girded on And his wild harp slung behind him Land of song said the warrior bard Though all the world betray thee One song at least thy rights shall guard One faithful harp shall praise thee The minstrel fell but the foeman’s chain Could not bring his proud soul under The harp he loved ne’er spoke again For he tore its chords asunder And said, "No chains shall sully thee Thou soul of love and bravery Thy songs were made for the pure and free They shall never sound in slavery." JOHNNY I HARDLY KNEW YE Traditional Irish (Public Domain) While going the road to sweet Athy, ha-roo, ha-roo While going the road to sweet Athy, ha-roo, ha-roo While going the road to sweet Athy A stick in my hand and a tear in my eye A doleful damsel I heard cry Johnny I hardly knew ye CHORUS: With drums & guns and guns & drums, ha-roo, ha-roo With drums & guns and guns & drums, ha-roo, ha-roo With drums & guns and guns & drums The enemy nearly slew ye My darling dear, you look so queer Johnny I hardly knew ye Where are your eyes that looked so mild, haroo, haroo Where are your eyes that looked so mild, haroo, haroo Where are your eyes that looked so mild When my poor heart you first beguiled Why did you run from me and the child? Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye CHORUS Where are the legs with which you run, haroo, haroo Where are the legs with which you run, haroo, haroo Where are the legs with which you run When you went to carry a gun? Indeed your dancing days are done Johnny I hardly knew ye. CHORUS I’m happy for to see you home, haroo, haroo I’m happy for to see you home, haroo, haroo I’m happy for to see you home All from the island of Ceylon So low in flesh, so high in bone Johnny I hardly knew ye CHORUS