1. |
Dreams of Walking
02:55
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Dreams of Walking
Anne Carley Music
Words and music by Anne M Carley
He has the possessions of a person with a life
No wonder living in one room is so hard
He has the expectations of a person with a wife
No wonder living in the world is so hard
He does not dream of wings
He dreams of walking
He does not dream of cars
He dreams of walking
He takes the position of a person with a clue
No wonder crying all alone is so hard
He takes on the expression of a person brave and true
No wonder lying all the time is so hard
Let other people travel here to there
Or engineer accord from thinnest air
Or mop up milk as though they're glad it spilled
Or foster life, or nurture it, or build
He does not dream of wings
He dreams of walking
He does not dream of cars
He dreams of walking
He gives the impression of a person in control
No wonder flying blind at night is so hard
He offers kind concessions like a person with a soul
No wonder dying bit by bit is so hard
He does not dream of wings
He dreams of walking
He does not dream of cars
He dreams of walking
He does not dream of wings
He dreams of walking
He does not dream of cars
He dreams of walking
He does not dream of wings
He dreams of walking
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2. |
I Miss America
02:40
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I Miss America
Words and music by Anne M Carley
I miss America
Earthworms on the sidewalk
coasters on the dinette set
friends come by to talk
bring the baby in the bassinet
I miss America
In the good old days,
you had stories by the campfire
herons big and gawky
boulders in the river
double rainbows in the Rockies
I miss America
Nowadays
you get seagulls on the asphalt
plastic on the davenport
wide aisles at the grocery
you get geysers in the trailer court, oh
(Instrumental)
Every day,
I remember when I lived there
big elm trees for shading
evenings on the front porch
didn't know it would be fading
I miss America...
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3. |
Who Did It and Ran Away
03:09
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Who Did it and Ran Away
Words and music by Anne M Carley
It's a little bit like walking when you’re lost inside your sleep
It's a little bit like diving in an ocean when you stray too deep
How did this happen? How could this involve you?
What were you thinking? What on earth did you do?
You have no recollection
You are well-behaved, not wild
You have no thirst for decadence
You’re not a vengeful child
But this looks like your signature –
it’s on the receipt
And your wallet is empty –
and your old stuff’s in the street
So tell me – who did it and ran away? (Who did it)
What creature from what strange lagoon
got even with you yesterday
Who did it and ran away?
But the mirror is shattered –
and your blood’s on the floor
And there’s glass all around –
you’re not in Kansas anymore
So tell me – who did it and ran away? (Who did it)
What creature from what strange lagoon
got even with you yesterday
Who did it and ran away?
Now your life is a shambles –
and your lover has gone
And your banker went bankrupt –
and the dog looks put-upon
So tell me – who did it and ran away? (Who did it)
What creature from what strange lagoon
got even with you yesterday
Who did it and ran away?
Who did it and ran away?
Who did it and ran away?
Who did it
Who did it
Who did it
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4. |
The Snow on the Roof
02:47
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The Snow on the Roof
Words and music by Anne M Carley
The snow on the roof has a story to tell
It’s been an ocean
It’s been a river
It’s been everywhere
since the beginning of it all
Inside we could be safe
Inside we could be warm
Outside it could be beautiful
The snow on the roof has a story to tell
It’s been crystals
It’s been icicles
It’s been prayed for
by a farmer in July
Inside we could be safe
Inside we could be warm
Outside it could be beautiful
The snow comes from the universe
It once was acid rain
In stardust it showered the earth
As blood it passed through your veins
Will spring wait? Must it wait? Can spring wait a while?
Will we wait? Must we wait? Can we wait a while this time?
Inside we could be safe
Inside we could be warm
Outside it could be beautiful
Inside could we be safe
Inside could we be warm
Outside could it be beautiful
Inside should we be safe
Inside would we be warm
Outside could it be beautiful
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5. |
It's Not Lost
02:42
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It’s Not Lost
Words and music by Anne M Carley
When you do what you do
It’s not lost
When you make what you make
It’s not lost
When you start but do not finish
It’s not lost
It may be dancing in the garden under moonlight
It may hide out incognito up a tree
It may go down the lane and come back with a puppy
It may be content to nap until you’re free
It may have gone around the world in a heartbeat
It may reconfigure, camouflaged in form
It may have wandered with the currents or the jet stream
It may be what lets a blanket keep you warm
It’s not lost
It’s just recycled
It’s not lost
It just said “when”
Torn and tossed,
You might not know it
But it’s not lost
you’ll be together again.
It may be folded in a trunk in someone’s attic
It may break apart and dissipate in bits
It may be hummed by passing travelers on a Sunday
It may be so apt, you’re scared out of your wits
It’s not lost
It’s just recycled
It’s not lost
It’s kind of zen
By first frost,
You might not know it
But it’s not lost
it’s keeping busy till then.
Yeah It’s not lost
It’s just recycled
It’s not lost
It’s born again
T’s all crossed,
You’re proud to show it
Cause it’s not lost
It’s not lost - it never ends
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6. |
Feminist Babe
03:52
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Feminist Babe
Words and music by Anne M Carley
If James Bond were a woman
That's who I would want to be
subtle and unafraid...
two steps ahead...
tall, cool, masterful, always alert
outwitting all the villains in my skintight leather skirt
Yeah -- I'd be a smoking swearing poolshark feminist babe
very cool and a feminist babe
If Jane Austen were a hippie
That's who I would want to be
deep thoughts would come to me...
arranging the bouquet...
calm, cool, capable, always a smile
creating pithy paragraphs while birthing someone's child
Yeah -- I'd be an artist, a singer, a writer and a feminist babe
very cool and a feminist babe
Shaken not stirred
look but don't touch
always keep them guessing
never say too much
Very cool and a feminist babe
Very cool and a feminist babe
If Madame Curie were a sexpot
That's who I would want to be
dying for science...
winning two Nobels...
smart, cool, disciplined, always prepared
revealing lacy lingerie whenever someone stared
Yeah -- I'd be a physicist, a chemist, an ecologist feminist babe
very cool and a feminist babe
Shaken not stirred
look but don't touch
always keep them guessing
never say too much
Very cool and a feminist babe
Very cool feminist babe
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7. |
Kicked A Pillow
03:41
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Kicked A Pillow
Words and music by Anne M Carley
Kicked a pillow out of bed last night
Then I woke up, disgusted and alone
One more grouchy morning
After one more wakeful sleep,
No partner, no dance, no band to set the tone
So rootless I could float away
So rootless I could leave today
Couldn’t open up a door last night
I was crying, as I walked down the hall
I pushed on the right side
But the door pulled on the left
No roadmap, no guide, no instinct for it all
Angry --- the whole ten dollar taxi home
Angry at those uptown phonies
Angry at those girls in grade school
Angry at those boys in high school
Forgetting I don’t need them….
So rootless I could float away
So rootless I could leave today
Kicked a pillow out of bed again
Then I woke up, still here and still alone
One more same-old morning
After one more same-old sleep
Same person, same life, same silent telephone
(Instrumental)
So rootless I could float away
So rootless I could leave today
I could float away
I could leave today
float away
today
float away....
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8. |
Unconditional
03:39
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I remember the call on that cold, cold day
when I learned about the lies
His deception and hurt trampled love and light
doused the fire and clouded skies
All the ice on the trees was so clear and smooth
that the branches seemed to glow
with a break and a snap one by one they fell
leaving silence, scars, and snow
I offered him my [unconditional love] But he wanted more
[unconditional surrender]
I wanted all his [unconditional love] only to discover
[he was just a pretender]
In the spring I had hoped, in the fall I loved
But the winter takes its toll
As the icicles melt and the days grow long
cold and sorrow rule my soul
Though the sun and the rain and the warm spring air
coax the barren trees to bud
It will take more than that for my heart to heal
more than that to stir my blood
[oooh]
What was the truth of this romance
Where was the warmth I had known
who was the man I had trusted
When was all hope overthrown
Why did I fall for his fables
Why did he fall from the tree
Why did the gleam off his glacier
melt all the caution in me
I gave him all my [unconditional love] But he wanted more
[unconditional surrender]
He took all of my [unconditional love] then he tried to win my
[unconditional surrender]
I wanted all his [unconditional love] only to discover
[he was never a contender]
I gave him all my [unconditional love] But he wanted more
[unconditional surrender]
He took all of my [unconditional love] then he tried to steal my
[unconditional surrender]
I wanted all his [unconditional love] only to discover
[he was only a pretender]
[unconditional love]
[unconditional surrender]
[ ....unconditional..... ]
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9. |
This Time
03:08
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This Time
Words and music by Anne M Carley
Time was, time felt infinite
Time was, we had more than we could use
Time was, we would idle it away
Time was, all that time was like an offer –
and we did not refuse
Time came, time was limited
Time came, we had spent it all before
Time came, we just couldn’t pay on time
Time came, then collected itself quickly -
made a scene and slammed the door
We went running
to a life lived on the run
springing forward, falling back
every trip around the sun
each time
This time, time’s been revving up
This time, time is full and it is vast
This time, clocks and calendars don’t count
This time, time runs with us as we hurtle
toward an instant always just beyond our grasp
We love running
With the rushing of the breeze
With the salt and with the sweat
To a day that we can seize
This time
And we’re running
To the music of the spheres
To the sum of all the parts
Till the end of all the years
Next time
Now we’re running
For the joy of moving fast
For the thrill around the corner
For the moment that might last
This time
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10. |
Only Sometimes
03:34
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Only Sometimes
Words and music by Anne M Carley
There’s a bitter taste when she breathes in
There’s a sourness when she exhales
It only happens sometimes
When a young girl tells of all her young admirers
When an older man reflects on what his kids became
When May comes up against it
There’s a hollowness when she breathes in
There’s an achiness when she exhales
It only happens sometimes
When a radio plays the soundtrack of a memory
When a tear she thought she cried before comes back again
When May is overtaken
Everyone must choose
Every life has pain
Every day brings something
Each night it could tear loose again
Anyone can lose
Anyone can gain
Each day has its reasons
Any night can fall like rain
There’s a shallowness when she breathes in
There’s a bottomlessness when she exhales
It only happens sometimes
When she stops the noise and tries to focus in again
When she finds a stopping point and feels the crush begin
When May can’t fight the seasons
Everyone must choose
Every life has pain
Every day brings something
Each night could tear it loose again
Anyone can lose
Anyone can gain
Each day has its reasons
Any night can fall like rain
It only happens sometimes
only happens sometimes….
It only happens sometimes
only sometimes….
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11. |
Saint Lawrence Weather
03:51
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Saint Lawrence Weather
Words and music by Anne M Carley
A woman smiles and gently
tells of summers with her sister
when the two of them were children
on an island in the water
warmed by oddly Southern currents
haloes hovering above those longer days
she tells of
Warm Saint Lawrence weather
The softly shifting air....
And seven decades later
In the never-sleeping city
As she whiles away an evening
The old woman’s daughter listens
While a man she’s known forever
Finds that halo in a barroom’s smokey haze
He tells of
Warm Saint Lawrence weather
The softly shifting air
Gananoque, Bath, and Clayton
Just the names can take her there
Warm Saint Lawrence weather Cape Vincent on the pier
Alexandria - Amherst View
Saint Lawrence weather summer atmosphere
She dreams of heading Northward
From the caverns of Manhattan
To the beauty and the wildness
And the simple summer rhythms
That her friend recalls so fondly
He describes a storm, the light, the sunset blaze
And tells of
Warm Saint Lawrence weather
The softly shifting air
Gananoque, Bath, and Clayton
Just the names can take her there
Warm Saint Lawrence weather Cape Vincent on the pier
Alexandria - Amherst View
Saint Lawrence weather summer atmosphere
Saint Lawrence weather summer atmosphere
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12. |
Memory Box
03:22
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Memory Box
Words and music by Anne M Carley
Today I opened up the memory box
It had been packed away upon a shelf
The memories jumped out at the chance
To live again, rejoin the dance,
The box regained its empty self
Can’t say what took me to the memory box
I read some letters that were folded there
People’s faces, all at once,
Rose up to battle on all fronts
With pent-up energy to spare
The memories shame or dignify
The memories float or underlie
The memories trumpet or deny
The memories shrink or amplify
The memories daze or clarify
The memories march or wander by
It was a party in the memory box
I only opened up the heavy lid
Graduations, weddings, wakes,
Traditions, triumphs, tummyaches
Who knew that box was where they hid?
The memories tease or gratify
The memories taunt or satisfy
The memories blurt out or imply
It was there… I opened it
It was there… I looked inside
It was there… I could have walked away
Pandora learned - I could have known - that past and present would collide
I found some photos in the memory box
They startled me with such a somber tone
Though brightly colored, nonetheless
The pictures told of loneliness
Of expectation overgrown
The memories hide and mystify
The memories shift and fool the eye
The memories sometimes tell a lie…
The memories pan or glorify
The memories please or horrify
The memories hardly ever die…
Today I opened up the memory box…
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13. |
This Time (Instrumental)
03:07
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Anne Carley Music Charlottesville, Virginia
Anne Carley is a creativity coach and writer based in Charlottesville, VA USA. She's been performing and writing music since childhood.
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