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Davey’s Cornet Mama’s Goin’ Out

Davey’s Cornet

 

“Davey’s Cornet”, The title track details the true story of a Veteran who found a way to leave the war behind. PTSD changes lives forever.
(lyrics)
The Man with the Brass Cornet (Davey’s Cornet)
© Tom Shed/Janet Goodman CMM/BMI

Davey blew a cornet
In a juke joint by the tracks
Till in ’17 we joined the war,
He volunteered to fight in France
In his shoes, at five-foot two,
They wouldn’t let him in the infantry
So he’d play Taps for the boys each night
And at dawn, wake them up with reveille

CHORUS
No glory words, no stories heard
About the War to end all Wars
The only soldier without a gun
Always the shortest one
He’s the man with the brass cornet

Davey came back from France
Put away his cornet
Making babies instead of music
He never spoke of regrets
Works a union life, loves his kids and wife
Didn’t talk much about the war
“Just a bugler”, is all he’d say
Watch the kids in the yard as they play…
Content with his life, his family and his favorite cigar

CHORUS

BRIDGE
After he died, we gather inside
To sort through his life and his dreams
The truth we all knew, wasn’t all that was true
What we found there. . . , it changed everything,

Down in the cellar
In a box, in the dark
There’s papers from the Army
Photographs, a Purple Heart
He spent his time, on the front lines
With a Red Cross on his sleeve
Carried the wounded through the blood and the gore
Now we know how he gave so . . much more
This man with the brass cornet

No glory words, no stories heard
About the War to end all Wars
The only soldier without a gun
Always the shortest one
He’s the man with the brass cornet

“Better Than Good”, Love at first sight? It’s a stone cold fact. Many years ago a girl came to see a musician, and left with his heart.
(lyrics)
Better Than Good by Tom Shed, ©/(p) Curly Maple Music

Some people look for love in the dark
Some people look in the bright light of day
Some people howl at the Moon in the park
Some drop to their knees and pray

Now me I don’t know much about love
But I believe in what I see
Right now, I see gorgeous green eyes
And they are looking back at me

What are the chances,
Of a perfect romance?
Better than good, Better than good
Better than good, Better than good

She might be thinking one night stand
She might be looking for a man of means
Hey baby, I’m the man with the plan
Make me a part of your dreams

Look out! Love’s coming my way,
Right now I’m livin’ my chance
Can’t waste time wishin my dreams
Gotta get on the floor and dance

Cause’, what are the chances,
Of a perfect romance?
Better than good, Better than good
Better than good, Better than good
(chorus)
Breezin’ by, oh my! Cover Girl dream
Jeans tight, so right, and winkin’ at me!
Eyes met, heart set, now I’m on fire
What about you makes me burn with desire?
(bridge)
Long hair, cute smile
Soft kiss, smooth style
Romance, I’m in deep,
her love, I’ll keep…

Don’t live your life with regrets
You only get so much time
I’ve got your love right here in my heart
Took my chance now you are mine

Now, what are the chances,
Of a perfect romance?
Better than good

“Riders in the Sky”, Stan Jones classic revisited. Real cattle and Cowboys at the start, then we put the spurs in.
(lyrics)
Riders in the Sky, by Stan Jones, MPL Music Music Publishing

A lone cowpoke went ridin’ out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
Climbing ‘cross the ragged sky and up a cloudy draw
Yippee-I-aye, yippee-I-o, The Ghost Herd in the sky
Their horns were black and shiny and their hoofs were made of steel
Their brands were still on fire and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the riders comin’ hard and he heard their mournful cry
Yippee-I-aye, yippee-I-o, Ghost riders in the sky
Their faces drawn, their eyes a’ blurred, shirts all soaked with sweat
They’re ridin’ hard to catch that herd but they ain’t caught ’em yet’
For they got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire, as they ride on hear their cry
Yippee-I-aye, yippee-I-o, Ghost riders in the sky
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
If you wanna save your soul from Hell a’ ridin’ on our range
Then cowboy change your way or with us you will ride
Tryin’ to catch the Devil’s herd across these endless skies
Yippee-I-aye, yippee-I-o,
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky

“Ole Hickory’s Town”, May 3rd, 1901 the third greatest conflagration to strike an American city as seen through the eyes of Tom’s Grandmother. Jacksonville burns and the rest is history.
(lyrics)
Ole’ Hickory’s Town by Tom Shed, ©/p. Curly Maple Music

Well they came from all around,
To the place the call Ole’ Hickory’s Town
Where the cows cross the ford,
By docks piled high with Naval stores

The St. Johns flows onto the sea,
Through the town, past industry
Then came the shouts from all around,
Ole’ Hickory’s town
It’s burning down,
Ole’ Hickory’s Town
It’s burning down

Started out on Davis,
At the old mattress shop
The crew sat down for dinner,
Then the whole place went up

Now Haney tried to make a stand,
But the flames drove back his desperate plan
Many fled to the shore,
Just a step ahead of the deadly roar

Some were trapped, where they hid
Adams Street to Hogans Creek the fires bid
All it found, raised to the ground
Ole’ Hickory’s town,
It’s burning down,
Ole’ Hickory’s town
It’s burning down

Well the people had their fill,
Of the fire that consumed Ole’ Jacksonville
So they build this time with stone,
To protect all the families and their homes

The city grew, prosperity,
Rose above the fires fearful tragedy
And their fame grew all around, the fires out…
In Ole’ Hickory’s Town
Ole Hickory’s Town
Ole Hickory’s Town

 
“Bolita Sam”, A Florida Senator is shot dead by his black mistress in 1953, Live Oak, Florida. *James Brolin is currently producing a motion picture about this famous event.
(lyrics)
Bolita Sam by Don Grooms, ©/(p) Curly Maple Music

Well the man who ran the numbers, in Florida in ‘53
Was a grey eyed black man named McCollum
his pretty wife Ruby
Now Ruby had a problem, she also had a kid
By a white doctor in Live Oak, who would like to keep it hid
chorus
Bolita Sam, gambling man
Couldn’t handle what was a going down
He played his final numbers, but nobody remembers
That grey eyed black man, Bolita Sam

Then one Sunday Morning, Ruby couldn’t take it no more
She shot Doctor Leroy Adams
Left him dying on the floor
Sam knew when they came for Ruby, they’d take him if they could
So he filled a suitcase with money,
and he left Live Oak for good
CHORUS
Now Sam went home to Ocala, Ruby went to jail
Charged with first degree murder
Wouldn’t let her out on bail
Sam never knew what happened, didn’t know she went insane
Cause he went home to Ocala,
played his final numbers game

CHORUS

Nobody knows what happened, how it came to be
Sam went to the graveyard
Ruby went to Chattahoochee
Sam did not use a pistol, and here’s the reason why
He said when there is nothing left to loose,
you gotta lay down and die

“Tate’s Hell”, Out where the pan meets the handle, a Florida State Forest gets its name, not from a man, but from what happened to him.
(lyrics)
Tate’s Hell by Will McLean

Old Tate left Sumatra along about dark.
He had his two big dogs and a puppy named Spark.
An old Long Tom shot-gun, a sharp Barlow knife,
That panther would sure have the chase of his life

A little past moon down, the dogs struck the scent;
Through bramble and titi a-running Tate went;
For hours and hours, until it was dawn;
Then Tate knew that he was a long way from home.

He blowed through his gun-barrel, the dogs did not hear;
The panther had killed them, and now Tate felt fear;
The sun was not shining, the mist it was thick;
“Oh, Lordy,” Tate hollered, “I’m lost up the crick.”

He leaned back to rest, and his eyes did not see;
The big rattler struck him above the bent knee;
The lick was so hard that a-sprawling he fell;
This was the beginning of poor old Tate’s Hell!

He opened his Barlow and grabbed him some moss;
A cut he made one way, another across;
He wrapped his leg tightly and tied it with string;
then sickness came on him, his body turned green.

When Tate was discovered, these words he did tell,
“My name is Old Tate, boys! I’ve just been in Hell!”
These few-spoken words were the last that he said;
His spirit, it left him. Old Tate, he was dead.

“Fear”, Controls our lives. By understanding its emotional surge, we conquer what we know and prepare to face the unknown.
(lyrics)
Fear by Tom Shed©/(p) Curly Maple Music

My name is fear, I brought you here
To take away your life
You walk with me, it’s destiny
You never know when I’ll strike

You walk home, all alone
I’ll be holding back the light
You will see, it’s only me
Blinding you into flight

Who fears, who fears

You make plans, I’ll tie your hands
And destroy the one you trust
Take your dreams, like some machine
And grind them all to dust

I will seek, both brave and meek
To make sure you belong
When I attack, don’t hold back
I am weak when you are strong

Who fears, who fears

If you know, how I sow
You will know me as a friend
When you see, you are me
My hold on you will end

My name is fear, I brought you here
To take away your life
You walk with me, it’s destiny
You never know when I’ll strike

“Just a Soft Echo”, Tom’s friend and mentor died suddenly, a lifetime of memories flow from this song.
(lyrics)
Just A Soft Echo By Tom Shed, ©/(p) Curly Maple Music

Sunshine is shinning, on my front door
But you won’t find me, don’t live there no more
If you remember, mention my name
I’ll hear the echo, out on the plain

I’ve learned from the mountains, to stand my own ground
Valley’s they taught me, to hear every sound
When I first touched you, you remembered my name
Just a soft echo, after the rain

We’ve shared the laughter, the love and the pain
Histories moments, the loss and the shame
And it doesn’t matter, the price we all pay
Just a soft echo, out on the plain
Now this life is over, all that I did
I’m feeling better, so bring on that lid
Wild birds are calling, calling my name
Just a soft echo, after the rain

Memories build, the legend of me
With whispers of how, a proud son used to be
Maybe you’ll listen, then think of me
Just a soft echo

“Does it Hurt to Laugh”, Get your questions answered before marriage, remember it is, “till death do you part”.
(lyrics)
Does it Hurt to Laugh by Tom Shed © (p)

Does it hurt to laugh, does it hurt to cry
Do you feel alone, when you sigh
Can you touch me now, with you’re hands of grace
Will you sooth me down, with you’re loving face

And hey, don’t you know
Love only grows

Is it all you want, is it all it’s for
Will you stop today, and want no more
Do you want me now, deep down inside
Will you stop the game, of seek and hide

And hey, don’t you know
Love only grows

Will you always walk, in perfections path
Will you make our love, a life long craft
Will you love me till, the end of time
Will you make all joy, yours and mine

And hey, don’t you know
Love only grows

Does it hurt to laugh
Does it hurt to cry
Do you feel alone
When you sigh

“Walk Proud”, A man reflects on his life and the life he is passing on to his children. His Mother’s love and wisdom speak to generations.
(lyrics)
Walk Proud by Don Grooms
©/(p) Curly Maple Music/You’nI Music

Use it up, wear it out
Make it do or do without.
We can’t pay for the things you want to buy.
Wear your old faded jeans.
They are patched but they are clean.
Walk proud, my son,
And hold your head up high.

We lived away back in the hills
With the bears and the whippoorwills
The closest store was 35 miles away.
Although I’m now a full grown man,
When I close my eyes I can
Hear the words my mother used to say …..

CHORUS

Now I’ve got a son of my own
He’s even got his own telephone.
Seems like I buy him something everyday
He’s got everything money can buy
And it makes me want to cry
‘Cause I know he’ll never hear his mother say …..

CHORUS

“Draw the Line”, Traveling around the world, you get invited to dinner. Sometimes the food is unique. Umm, let’s eat!
(lyrics)
Draw The Line by Don Grooms ©/p. Curly Maple Music/You’ni Music

I was working my way cross the country
Going back to the folks in the land
I’d say all I can do is sing my songs for you
And eat supper with you when I can

Then I found a Georgia share cropper
He’d never seen me before
He said all we’ve got is taters and possum
But there’s always enough for one more

I said there’s something I ought to tell you
I don’t eat possum a lot
But he said possum meat is not that hard to eat
When possum is all you have got

Swapped songs with a Louisiana Cajun
On the banks of a little Bayou
He said all we got’s crawfish and gator
But it sure makes a mighty fine stew

I said there’s something I ought to tell you
I don’t eat alligator a lot
But he said gator meat is not that hard to eat
When gator is all you have got
Then I sat with a Seminole Indian
Watching deer meat rot in the sun
He said we don’t have a whole lot to offer
But you can share it with us when it’s done

I said there’s something I ought to tell you
I don’t eat rotten deer meat alot
But he said rotten meat is not that hard to eat
When that’s the only thing you have got
And then he sang…

Now I’ve got my own little family
And every night when the sun goes in
I never ask them what they’ve got for dinner
I just sit down and shovel it in
‘Cause I will eat most anything you’ve got to offer
I’ll even tell you snakes and snails are fine
But everybody draws the line somewhere
And liver is where I draw mine

Yes I’ve been all over this country
And I’ll eat most anything you have got
But please don’t invite me to dinner
If liver’s what you’ve got in your pot

‘Cause I will eat most anything you’ve got to offer
I’ll even tell you snakes and snails are fine
But everybody draws the line somewhere
And liver is where I draw mine

“Groove”, The music industry manipulates Artists’ creativity, forcing them to carve out widgets to suit corporate niches. It’s time to express our Art.
(lyrics)
(Instrumental)
 

Mama’s Goin’ Out

 

“Mama’s Goin’ Out” – An homage to working single mothers.  “Mama’s Goin’ Out” declares life has changed, but it’s not over.
(lyrics)

MAMA’S GOIN’ OUT
by tom shed, Curly Maple Music/Curly Maple America, BMI

She’s got her hair up high, with a little bit of tease
Her cover girl’s right, a perfume named,.. “please”
Four inch Jimmy Choo’s with a wrap around the heel
A hot red dress, cause’ tonite’s a big deal

Mama’s goin’ out
Mama’s goin’ out
Kids begin to shout
Mama’s goin’ out
Mama’s goin out and she aint’ comin’ back by ten

She’s payin’ all the bills
Keeping up the rent
Six o clock rolls around, she’s feelin’ pretty spent
But tonite,
She’s tearin’ up the place
Nobody gonna catch her,
Though she really really, really, likes the chase

Mama’s goin’ out
Mama’s goin’ out
She’s out without a doubt
Mama’s goin’ out
Mama’s goin out and she aint’ comin’ back by ten

Well her dress is real tight
Spanx are holding in
She glides out on the dance floor
All the boys start to grin,
If they’re feelin’ lucky
That’s when the fun begins
‘Cause this joint is really jumpin’
And Mama’s feelin’ thin

Mama’s goin’ out
Mama’s goin’ out
Tonite! without doubt
Mama’s goin’ out
Mama’s goin out and she aint’ comin’ back by ten

*Cover Girl®, Jimmy Choo®, Spanx® are registered trademarks

“It Don’t Mean You’re Country”– Somewhere in a pop star or actors life there comes a moment they decide they will “up and go country”.  Sometimes it’s an idea better left alone.
(lyrics)
It Don’t Mean You’re Country
by Billy Dean, Tom Shed, Lyndon LaFevers, BDMG (BMI)

There’s a slight misconception
a point I’d like to make
what it means to be country
just what it takes.
It’s time in the saddle
not how your boots fit
You gotta’ be country music
You can’t just, do it

It don’t mean you’re country
if it’s whiskey you drink
it ain’t what you wear
it’s the way that you think
it’s a buckle you’ve earned
it’s the ones you hold dear
takes more than whiskers
to wear Willie’s beard
just cause you speak with a slow southern drawl,
… it don’t mean you’re country at all.

A dry dusty harvest
crops in the barn
sweat’s on your brow
Your family, your farm
It comes from within you
and always remains
‘cause when you’re true country
it flows in your veins
there’s some people out there
just country in name
All hat and no horse
All gun and no game..

It don’t mean you’re country
if it’s whiskey you drink
it ain’t what you wear
it’s the way that you think
it’s a buckle you’ve earned
it’s the ones you hold dear
takes more than whiskers
to wear Willie’s beard
just cause you speak with a slow southern drawl,
… it don’t mean you’re country at all.

It’s Waylon and Marty
Hank, Roy and Conway
Tammy and Patsy’s sweet songs
It’s music that sounds right
Not pop stars in mid-life
It’s the Man In Black, carrying on …

and just cause you speak with a slow southern drawl,
… it don’t mean you’re country at all.

… nice shiny pickup you got there bubba

“Congratulations Standing Bear” – In 1838 a Native American is brought to Federal Court and ruled a “human being”.  One savage changed into a human being just in time to suffer the consequences. A Don Grooms song.
(lyrics)
Congratulations Standing Bear by Don Grooms
©/(p) Curly Maple Music/You’nI Music, Curly Maple America, BMI

Congratulations Standing Bear, today you are a man
Yesterday you were a heathen savage living off the land
Now the courts have changed the color
Of the red skin you have worn
And at last you are a free man in the land where you were born

In the heat of Oklahoma where the white man sat them down
Standing Bear was sadly watching his last son die on the ground
Father please, the boy cried weakly, when my final hour has come,
Don’t let my bones be buried ‘neath this Oklahoma sun.
Take me home to the Dakota’s where my mother gave me birth,
Let my body lie forever in the breast of Mother Earth.

So they left the reservation, headed north to Omaha
That’s where they were arrested for it was against the law
Filed a writ of Habeas Corpus saying set these people free
But the whites said these ain’t people,
They’re just Indians can’t you see
Then into the federal court room in front of Judge Dundy,
Where he said of course they’re people,
And you’ve got to set them free.

Congratulations Standing Bear, today you are a man
Yesterday you were a heathen savage living off the land
Now the courts have changed the color
Of the red skin you have worn
And at last you are a free man in the land where you were born

So they loaded up his body, headed for the burial ground
But that’s where the soldiers stopped them, said turn this thing around
You’re no longer an Indian, the courts made you a man
And you cannot bury you’re garbage on this sacred Indian land.

Congratulations Standing Bear, today you are a man
Yesterday you were a heathen savage living off the land
Now the courts have changed the color
Of the red skin you have worn
But you’ll never be a free man in the land where you were born

No, you’ll never be a free man in the land, where you were born.

“Forgotten Memories” – Taking a look at our past and future, “Where’s the water coming from?” never meant so much. Jerry Lawrence Bullard and Tom Shed write this plea for sanity with our natural resources.
(lyrics)
Forgotten Memories

by Jerry Lawrence Bullard,Tom Shed,Curly Maple Music/Curly Maple America, BMI

Driving down this interstate, trying to clear my mind
Thinking back to yesterday, turning back the hands of time
When US 41 was the main drag, and
Mom & pop businesses were all that we had

Then came those developers, eyes all filled with greed
Tourist traps and houses is what this place needs
People and politicians forgot to look before they leap
Sold out our paradise and we sold out way too cheap

Forgotten memories, forgotten times
Forgotten places, echo in my mind
Build another strip mall, where’s the water coming from?
What happened to this place, I used to know as home?

As I pass by marsh and Sawgrass, my soul finds a sudden peace
Driving to the seashore, city noise begins to ease
I’m drifting back to yesterday, family picnics on the beach
But the oceans lined with condos and it’s almost out of reach

Forgotten memories, forgotten times
Forgotten places, echo in my mind
Let’s build another golf course, where’s the water coming from?
What happened to this place, I used to know as home?

Forgotten memories, forgotten times
Forgotten places, echo in my mind
Let’s build a thousand houses, where’s the water coming from?
What happened to this place I used to know as home?

Yes, what happened to this place I used to know as . . .

“Florida State of Mine” – A celebration of life in the “Sunshine State” as seen thru the natural wonders of our state parks.
(lyrics)
Florida State of Mine
by tom shed
©/(p) Curly Maple Music/Curly Maple America, (BMI)

Florida is the place where nature really shines
A place I call my home where I always feel fine
Sometimes I’m hanging, breezing at the beach
Cause when you live in Florida
Its all within your reach, woo!

Parks are really friendly and a little wild
Come on out and sit a spell, sho’ to make you smile
Skippin’ through the woods, snorkel in the Keys
Floating down a river in a warm southern breeze, woo!

I’m heading outside with a few close friends
Ones an Alligator, the other Pelican
Nature’s all in splendor, fun in every day
Critters saying Hi! Livin’ in the Everglades, woo!

All the parks and beaches, flowers growing wild
Friendly plants and creatures, sure to make you smile
Get the family moving, go out and grab some shade
‘Cause when you live in Florida, you really got it made, woo!

I’m shelling on the bay, swaying in the breeze
Sea oats waving to the happy Manatees
Walking with the Egrets, Herons on the mend
Bats eat Mosquitoes, that’s why they’re my friends, woo!

Squawking at the Hawks, calling to the Gulls
Turtles really digging it, and Otters heading home
Take a little sunshine cruise out to the beach
‘Cause when you live in Florida, its all within your reach, woo!

Just hugging on my honey, smelling sweet pines
‘Cause it’s fun to get with nature, in this Florida state of mine
Fun to get with nature, in this Florida state of mine
Fun to get with nature, in this Florida state of mine……….. woo!
It’s your state too!!

“Rivers Roll On” – Amy Carol Webb’s observation of Florida’s rivers and life’s’ flow.
(lyrics)
Rivers Roll On by Amy Carol Webb, Different Stripes Music, ASCAP

There’s a place I know
Where the river runs slow enough the fish can dream
And the dawn floats through
Like a sweet old tune and heart can sing
Where the Rainbow meets the Withlacoochee
There’s a house where friends may come
To rest their souls and celebrate their songs
And the rivers roll on

There’s a place I know
Where the moss hangs low enough to tease the earth
And the quiet’s deep
As a wise man’s sleep ready for re-birth
In the Apalachicola
There’s a place of sacred calm
Where weary travelers lay their burdens down
And the rivers roll on

Father God and Mother Earth gave us rivers
To teach us how life’s done
They will stop not for your cares or yearnings
Nor for fear nor dreams undone

There’s a place I know
Where the river runs round stones in its way
And if you listen well
It will tell you tales of hope and bravery
Where the ocean keeps on calling
To the waters of St. Johns
I rise and pray for strength to carry on
And the rivers roll on
Rivers roll on

“Plumes” – Steve Blackwell’s song about the first Game Warden murdered while defending a species of birds.
(lyrics)
Plumes

Words and music by Steve Blackwell, Peace Creek Productions, ASCAP

Call me Two Gun Johnson down here in the Glades
I fish a little, hunt some birds, I’m a jack-of-all-trades
Grew up near Flamingo down around Cuthbert Lake
With a rifle or a boat it’s a living I must make
I’ve scouted out some rookeries where the snowy egrets nest
After their eggs are hatched you know their feathers are the best
Feathers for the ladies’ hat is what they’re for I’m told
And at 35 dollars for an ounce of them you know they’re worth their weight in gold

I’m talkin’ about plumes- bright explosions of wings
Once I shoot those crazy birds I can buy all kinds of things
They’ll just sit right there can you imagine that?
Tryin’ to protect their young they’re just feathers for a hat
Said he was a game warden as his blue eyes glinted sadly
I’m not proud to say this, but I’m the man who killed Guy Bradley
I’m the man who killed Guy Bradley, I shot him for plumes
Bright explosions of wings, once I shoot those crazy birds I can buy all kinds of things

I guess I’ve known Guy Bradley nearly all my life
We sat together in Miss Haddie’s school, carved a desk up with a knife
He played a decent fiddle in ol’ Uncle John’s String Band
They’d play at old man Lyman’s store or they’d play right in the sand
But I’ve got to feed my babies so I shot, without a word
Crumpled in the bottom of his sailing skiff you know he looked like a bloody bird
He’s buried out on the coconut grove there on the east cape
Sending him to protect them birds was a terrible mistake I was after their

Plumes
Bright explosions of wings
Once I shoot those crazy birds I can buy all kinds of things
They’ll just sit right there can you imagine that?
Tryin’ to protect their young they’re just feathers for a hat
Said he was a game warden as his blue eyes glinted sadly
I’m not proud to say this, but I’m the man who killed Guy Bradley
I’m the man who killed Guy Bradley, I shot him for plumes
Bright explosions of wings, once I shoot those crazy birds I can buy all kinds of things
Plumes

“Maybe” – Decision by indecision.  Life continues to move, disengaging from charting your own course leaves you in a world not of your own.
(lyrics)
Maybe
by tom shed, ©/p. Curly Maple Music/Curly Maple America, BMI

If I could just get out of this place
Find someplace where I can be free
Some place where the water is clear
Some place where I can be me

So much for wishes
Cause here’s where I stay
Lost hesitation
Waiting on maybe,
Maybe

Dreaming, I fade to a mist
Drifting soft through the past
My future is never to clear
Waiting for something to last

No late nite kisses
Embrace on the beach
Lost hesitation
Waiting on maybe,
Maybe

Seems I’m always lost in this dream
Loneliness lives casually here
Living is all up to me
Tomorrow draws uncomfortably near

So much for wishes
Cause here’s where I stay
Lost hesitation
Waiting on maybe,
Maybe

“Richard’s Blues” – A close friend of Tom’s planned his life out, then died while working towards early retirement.  Each day may be your last.
(lyrics)
Richard’s Blues

by tom shed, Curly Maple Music/Curly Maple America, BMI

Aspiration making me climb
Occupation yours maybe mine
Relaxation American dream
Excuse my manners if I jump and scream
Look out! You’re gone

Hesitation making me late
Constipation making me wait
Apprehension holding me back
No protection from things that attack
Look out! You’re gone

Prosecution has me uptight
Absolution no where in sight
No confession, doing the time
Just take a number, then get in line
Look out! You’re gone

Isolation tears on my soul
Expectation taking its toll
Consolation maybe a change
Cancellation then rearrange
Look out! You’re gone

“Scream and Shout, the relationship song” – Most relationships don’t work out.  When you guard your personality and ego like they have great value, you lose the only thing that does have value.
(lyrics)
Scream and Shout, the relationship song

by tom shed, Curly Maple Music/Curly Maple America, BMI

Walk with me talk with me
Hold my hand
Can you stay a little longer?

You think and I think,
Hey, we understand
Can you be a little stronger?

And we’re where we should be all the time
When we’re not we’re without
Didn’t take time to free our minds
So we still have to scream and shout
Still have to scream and shout

Talk with me walk with me
Fall in love
Lately I’ve been feeling so empty
You touch me this must be
Forever more
You’ve been givin’ so plenty

And we’re where we should be all the time
When we’re not we’re without
Didn’t take time to free our minds
So we still have to scream and shout
Still have to scream and shout

Still have to scream and shout

“Tomorrow” – Don Grooms view of life at hand.  Giving up on today, hoping for better days to come.
(lyrics)
Tomorrow, by Don Grooms
©/(p) Curly Maple Music/You’nI Music, Curly Maple America, BMI

Some days drag on forever
Everything seems to go wrong
If we can make it through this evening
A new life will start with the dawn

Tomorrow’s gonna be a better day
We’ll lose all our pain and our sorrow
We’ll all have lots of money, love each other more
When life gets better tomorrow

There won’t be no more lonely people, no, no
Walkin’ sad streets till dawn
We’ll all be just instant companions
‘Cause hate and fear will be gone

Tomorrow’s gonna be a better day
We’ll lose all our pain and our sorrow
We’ll all have lots of money, love each other more
When life gets better tomorrow

But peace, good will, don’t just happen, no, no
Takes people like you and I
And if some turkey don’t cross me this evenin’
Why tomorrow I might give love a try

“Banjo goes NASCAR®”* – Tom Shed’s salute to all those wrench grabbin’, paint tradin’, pedal to the metal, piston heads who fling mud and dirt dreaming of the day they go to the great asphalt oval. (*NASCAR® is a registered trademark.)
(lyrics)
Banjo Goes NASCAR® is an instrumental NASCAR® is a registered trademark
 

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