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Unreleased and unrecorded songs we are  currently playing live or preparing.

 

Angry At The Door (Hills Snyder, 2013)

I hear the dogs from the thirteenth floor

angry at the door

the hounded ones, confounded ones, astounded ones and more

they signal that a train has come and gone without a bell

the train that comes and goes each day like some clock work straight to hell

straight to hell

the sound of the wheels upon the track

the gait of the Engineer he’s never going back

the Signal Man is out of signs

the Brakeman’s got no brakes

if that is what it takes

if that is what it takes

this train will have no engine if that is what it takes

 

Away To The Woods (Caralyn Snyder, Hills Snyder, 2012)

away to the woods for the day

it is a grasshopper you say

even bold humming birds stray

upon this path in midst of day

brook with bass tones only to share

speaking sounds on absent air

pine cones that to the wind are bare

and us now with nary a care

wind and water all but do 

their best to comfort this wild zoo

of grass and air and me and you

discussing trails to follow through

Nogal whispers a beginning

of songs we long still to sing

 

Birds of Rockport (Kate Terrell, 2015)

I went to the Rockport beach today

saw a hot pink fluorescent bikinay

with tattoos runnin' 

up and down her leg

and seagulls struttin' with their legs on backwards

with sideways eyes on my saltine crackers

so I threw my snack at them and 

they flew away

the sky was gray and the water too 

that fluorescent pink bikini 

made a nuclear view

I can tell my Rockport getaway's long overdue

Now I know you and

you know me too

our love ain't up for  

critical review

now the seagulls with the crackers

had to go and tell the others

they went and got their friends to come sit among us

and now the little moochers are here to stay

you goofy bird beauties with your black face masks

your red lipstick and white eyeliner

white suits and black wingtips 

never looked finer

Four girls backed into us flying their tiny plastic kites

with sun burnt legs like bright pink elastic tights

girls, kites, and crackers

what's a seagull to do?

Now I show you

how to help me through

tangled up in kite strings

what's a girl to do?

The peacock at the Rockport trailer park

meows like a cat, not like some kind of lark

draggin' his tail feathers in the dirt

While washing dishes at the Oak Park kitchen sink

through the venetian blinds I see

an owl perched up on 

the big oak tree

the kids ran outside,  jumped right up off the couch

to test my claim, see what's the fuss about

he's a faker, on the lookout

no little birds allowed

Now you show me 

how to help you through

I can see you draggin' your

tail feathers too

 

Birthday (Hills Snyder, 2004)

wouldn’t you know

you’d untie a bow

on your birthday

every day 

you do at least one thing

the same way

you came my way

floating on a cake

upon a wave

these candles glow

even though a tiny wind

blows through the keyhole

this ship of wood

sails as it should

forever more

you’re so sincere

swinging from that chandelier

on your birthday

the Cabin Boy may beg

to sit on a powder keg

in the leeway

have or have not

the tumbler won’t turn

without a key

this souvenir

is only a veneer

that peels away

an acrobat who ties

a tightrope of lies

between the mast

X marks the spot

and Davy Jones may rot

on your birthday

at the musket shot

he begs for his life

upon his knees

a buccaneer well born

you prance in pictures torn 

from the past

with bandolier so bold

but these days of olde

can never last

this merry dream

may glow and gleam

in future eyes

you washed up like a bone

on this island all alone

on your birthday

it is not unkind

to have you on my mind

in my own way

wish I may wish I might

find a lucky star tonight

under a rock

the Captain has his key

but he looks upon one knee

through the lock

this deadly night

moonlit and bright

across the stern

car lights so bright

they pin back the night 

with a high beam

strange as it seems

this boulevard careens

with its own scheme

sirens may scream

through the mist

and insist on a replay

wouldn’t you know

you’d untie a bow 

on your birthday

 

 

Charms Indulgence

(adapted by Aspen Stage from The Tempest, 1987 / music Caralyn Snyder / Hills Snyder, 2017)

now my charms are overthrown

and what strength I have’s my own

which us mist faint now tis true

I must be here confined by you

 

but release me from my bands

with the help of your good hands

gentle breath of yours my sails

must fill or else my project fails

 

which was to please now I want

spirits to enforce art to enchant

and my ending is despair

unless I be relieved by prayer

 

which pierces so that it assaults

mercy itself and fees all faults

as you from crimes would pardoned be

let your indulgence set me free

 

Dink’s Tune (trad., additional lyrics, Hills Snyder)

if I had Wings like Noah's Dove
I'd fly the river to the one I love
fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well

I had a woman who was long and tall
moved her body like a cannonball
fare thee week, my honey, fare the well

late one night in the pouring rain
inside my heart was an crying pain
fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well

I saw a bird flyig high above
life ain't worth living without the one you love
fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well

there is a time I do recall
seen it in a picture hanging on your wall
fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well

I stepped inside it was only right
the color was better but the space was tight
fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well

back outside the air was cold
my heart was timid, but my feet were bold
fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well

came to a bridge so fairly made
shown like silver though the light did fade
fare thee well, my honey, fare the well

still on these feet down the road I go
10,000 footsteps in the falling snow
fare thee well, my honey, fare the well

Driving Memory (Kate Terrell, 2015)

So I see a landscape

tan in color within

wisps of grass like

hairs on a boar's skin

wandering the country

available to drive

Waverly, Emporia and Wichita  

approach on the sign

tunes from the radio

play reggae tip toes

from one fencepost

to the next

keys in ionic fashion

stacks of notes latch on

to words

and tip the scales upward

sorting tales of compassion

 

Empire Hotel (Hills Snyder, 2011)

she opened the window of the Empire Hotel

it might have been before or after she fell

shadow of a doubt wasn’t really a tell

the trace she left was a wish in a well

empire hotel

the pattern on the floor was a hexagram cross

the stem of each flower was a measure of loss

the twist in her hair was only meant for a few

it might have been a sign of something she knew

empire hotel

he takes her from the bay just because that is what he does

she might have been naked its true that she was

the clothes in her closet were once worn in a play 

it might have been real it depends on the day

empire hotel

the tower she climbs was an image t’was made out of smoke

or a mirror held up to a promise she broke

the scene falls away yay ah hey in a telescope view

she falls like a doll or an actor on cue

empire hotel

he stands on the ledge with a wish that was wishing for breath

the wood of the stair smells like cedar and death

she stares at the painting through a window in the back of her head

the twist in her hair is from a book that she read

 

Gallop and Fly (Kate Terrell, 2016)

walk as far as you can go

determined steps

generations in tow

once you danced like

you could really gallop and fly

talk my ear through what you know

your words are like birds

over rivers although

dance you must like

you can really gallop and fly

gallop and fly

your words on the line

faded in the wait

so what’s the point?

no proof of your pain

underground travel plans

up for debate

birds over borders

cemented gates in place

way down underground

dark roots below

day dream of the world above

no nothing of the light and sky

when you go

when you go

as far from home

sunlight goes beyond and gone

shadows longing darkness comes

now you dance like

you can really gallop and fly

gallop and fly

 

Gnats In The Streetlight (Kate Terrell, 2016)

you know

don’t you go

down that hill

in the dark

you go

don’t you know?

the gnats fly

in the streetlight

close your mouth

and your eyes

and listen to Bob White

Whippoorwill will you still whistle goodnight?

To Bob White

Good night Bob White

Good night Whippoorwill

 

Happy String (Hills Snyder, 2011)

he bowed her earlobe lightly

to see what note might sing

the ribbon from her hair fell free

and crowned his knee a king

the bow once tied was now so vain

a heavy useless wing

and the snow outside don’t mean a thing

now the bow upon her earlobe

to see what note might sing

didn’t know the reason why

sang a horsehair happy string

a horsehair happy string

a horsehair happy string

                                                                                                                                                                                              

Love Is All Around (Reg Presley, additional lyrics Hills Snyder, 2011)

I feel it in my fingers

I feel it in your toes

love is all around us

and so the feeling grows

it's written on the wind

it's everywhere I go

so if you really love me

come on and let it show

 you know I love you

I have the will

my mind is made up

by the way that I feel

there is no beginning there will be no end

a circle is a line that cannot pretend

 I see your face before me

as I lay on my bed

I get to thinking

of all the things you said

you gave your promise to me

and I gave mine to you

I feel someone inside me

in every thing I do

 

Needle (Hills Snyder, 2006) 

an angel you flew through the window today

while I drew you in between every card

the wind was blowing through the window

the grass was growing in the yard

the guy next door was just getting home from work

from his job as a security guard

your face still hangs like a moon above the room

my hand seems to draw another new card

the one that comes up is the thirteen of hearts

a sword is standing in the yard

the guy next door was just getting home from work

from his job as a security guard

and the game just kept on going

and the wind just kept on blowing

and the grass just kept on growing

and the only thing I was knowing

was your voice like a needle sewing

this melancholy dream

is a wall to climb

no matter what I dream

it’s a wall to climb

we left all the cards just laying where they were

walked away after just one more drink

something crossed my mind from right out of a blur

like it was written with invisible ink

I couldn’t hold a flame or a candle might occur

to a chain just looking for a link

and as I pondered more I further lost my way

and I finally just tried not to think

and the game just kept on going

and the wind just kept on blowing

and the grass just kept on growing

and the only thing I was knowing

was your voice like a needle sewing

 

 

Oh Well  (Hills Snyder, 2017)

love is abstract

 

these windows are cracked

the baseboards are quaking

and grieving

I went to the well

which rang like a bell

a scream

I won’t be retrieving

go go go to the well

hh well

this echo will fade

this sound a charade

of something

I’m not really hearing

my shoes walk in wounds

my hands are harpoons

land or sea

fog soon will be clearing

go go go to the well

hh well

that fool on the hill

didn’t live there before

but he’s living there still

a stain marks the door

oh well well well

go to the well

 

 

One Good Reason (Hills Snyder, 2016)

when name calling and throwing sticks is not the solution

and every single person you know is waiting on a train

try to find one good reason to challenge your twisted nerve

before you think about climbing that platform                                   

about in the high rain how to keep warm 

about trying to find out why you were born

about looking for a teacup so we can ride out the storm

 

when the view from the wall is distress and disorder

and the voices of the earth are lost in a screaming refrain

try to find one good reason to challenge your twisted nerve

before you think about climbing that platform                                   

about in the high rain how to keep warm 

about trying to find out why you were born

about looking for a teacup so we can ride out the storm

 

 Paper Kisses (words Caralyn Snyder / music Hills Snyder, 2016) 

I remember there was a time 

you brought me flowers all the time

like a lizard you like the rocks

playing your guitar with music that knocks

away those clocks

I remember there was a time 

your kisses came in showers all the time

like a lizard you like the rocks

playing your guitar with music that knocks

away those clocks.romance of being a human beingthis in you I’ll always be seeing

paper kisses - I like the looks of

your affection sealed in my books

paper kisses sealed in my books

paper kisses sealed in my books

paper kisses sealed in my books

 

Poplars and Thistles (words Caralyn Snyder / music Hills Snyder, 2013)

no columbine or roses here refresh

the lonely longing instilled on this day

lingering held in a simple mesh

falling through patterns as we do but sway

no roadside flowers greet this Sunday

we’ve torn the edges along the way

 

awed by long rivers black tar roadways

each hungered by the stains along the way

looking only forward never sideways

sensing glances from the other yet strained

no roadside flowers greet this Sunday

we’ve torn the edges along the way

 

as pines give way to very blatant poplars

we set aside the scant thought of thistles

and try to forget scent of tar

aiming toward flatlands of moss and missiles

no roadside flowers greet this Sunday

we’ve torn the edges along the way

 

Quelle Lune (Caralyn Snyder, 2016)

quelle lune, quelle lune

que nous avons ce soir

quelle lune, quelle lune

what a moon we have tonight

quelle lune

que nous avons ce soir

quelle lune

what a moon we have tonight

waiting and waiting all morning long

tout la matinée

j’éspère tout la matinée

and never you I see

quelle lune, quelle lune

que nous avons ce soir

quelle lune, quelle luhu-hune

what a moon we have tonight

listening and listening

to magical sounds

toute l’apres midi

ecouton toutes les sons de magiques  

all this day I see

quelle Lune

que nous avons ce soir

quelle Lune

what a moon we have tonight

quelle Lune

que nous avons ce soir

quelle Lune

what a moon we have tonight

listening and listening

all evening long

to the  sounds of stars.

ecoutant toute la soirée

ecoute les son des étoiles!

quelle lune

 

Sand (Hills Snyder, 2013)

I walk like I don’t know there’s a hole in my shoe

I feel it everywhere I go there’s a hole in my foot too

where I been and where I go are the same

unless I duck down here to the side where I can reclaim 

what happened to my shoe?

What other part of me can it happen to too?

the ocean deep appears in my mind

a trail in the sand is all I leave behind

sand on sand

sand on sand

sand on sand

sand on sand

 

Seven Silos (Hills Snyder, 2013)

seven little shotgun shells

was all that it took

seven little silos full of pain

even though his hands were tied

the judge he threw the book

it makes no sense there’s nothing to explain

WHA - OH - OH

train is coming

round the bend

train is coming

round the bend

WHOOOOO --- OOOHOOO --- OOHOOO --- 

seven little shotgun shells

was all that it tookseven little silos full of pain

even though his hands were tiedthe judge he threw the book

it makes no sense there’s nothing to explain

when the law of the land is lost at sea

when justice has but one foot on the shore

the distance between right and wrong

gets wider by the hour

time and tide do little but endure

train is coming

round the bend

train is coming

round the bend

WHOOOOO --- OOOHOOO --- OOHOOO --- 

 

Shadow Come Real (Hills Snyder, 2008)

born between a river and a birthday cake

the letter that could not be delivered

the gift of a shiver he just couldn’t shake

a voice a whisper at the windowsill

that’s where he bent to kiss her

but still a feather quill

is all that remains of her sister

the marker unknown before those days

appears and recedes as must proceed

a haze still lingers then rightly fades

and were the devil the driver there

the letter was better left behind

arrival is to relate we swear

we do we do we do

 

 

Shakin’ Grape Jelly

(adaptation of Prince's When Doves Cry with additional lyrics Hills Snyder, 2016)

the march wind blows purple

the color when the mountain laurels bloom

the magenta crepe myrtle

a shift to the red we are led to assume

that the world is a big fat bowl of shakin’ grape jelly

this world is a big fat bowl of shakin’ grape jelly

 

dig if you will the picture

of you and I engaged in a kiss

the sweat of your body covers me

can you my darling

can you picture this?

this world is a big fat bowl of shakin’ grape jelly

 

dream if you can a courtyard

an ocean of violets in bloom

animals strike curious poses

they feel the heat

the heat between me and you

this world is a big fat bowl of shakin’ grape jelly

 

how can you just leave me standing?

alone in a world that's so cold?

maybe I'm just too demanding

maybe I'm just like my father too bold

maybe you're just like my mother

she's never satisfied

why do we scream at each other

this is what it sounds like

when doves cry

 

Song 44 (Hills Snyder, 1997)

I’ve written for my true love songs forty three

I wrote them on a banjo upon my bended knee

but I could not play my instrument so they arrested me

for scratching on that tightened skin my own filigree

my lady practiced all her arts with wit, style and grace

a mask of sterling chain mail she wore upon her face

and underneath each tiny link time did n’er embrace

the purest skin of porcelain, my discomfort to disgrace

now walking in the greenwood, rose thorn and daffodil

you’d find us then and now and forever more ye will

but think ye not this is a song to tell ye of a kill

yet murder ballad ‘tis and a kind of murder will

her hair was mainly longish, black and yellow mostly too

and its been said in poetry books she looks a lot like you

I’ve even seen her standing in a cue

ticket in hand, fast to a man that looks just like you too

in my lonely prison cell I stare at walls of stone

I sit upon a bed of wire as if it were a throne

for I’m the king of all I see: rag, bowl and bone

and after midnight walks my queen, when all the guards have gone

sentenced here am I for my writing crime

though for the act of killing you I’ll never do no time

your body holds no blood nor wind this is a truth sublime

t’was ever thus my reason says or at least says so my rhyme

 

Stranger (Hills Snyder, 2002)

every time I come see you your house is in order

the flowers I brought you have plenty of water

kept by a queen and a knave

and by the stranger

at your grave

every time I come see you your house is in order

the flowers I brought you have plenty of water

you savaged what you could not save

you and the stranger

by your grave

every time I come see you your house is in order

the flowers I brought you have plenty of water

 brought to the brink of the brave

thanks to the strangerat your grave

every time I come see you your house is in order

the flowers I brought you have plenty of water

like a candle blown out in a cave

to conceal the strangerby your grave

every time I come see you your house is in order

the flowers I brought you have plenty of water

 on the one road they never could pave

in search of the stranger

at your grave

every time I come see you your house is in order

the flowers I brought you have plenty of water

 you kept all the love that I gave to show to the stranger

by your graveevery time I come see you your house is in order

the flowers I brought you have plenty of water

 once a wonder washed away by a wave

you’ll never know the stranger

at your grave

 

Too Close (Hills Snyder, 2011)

I got too close

but I didn’t fall in

and when

and when

and when I did it again

I didn’t fall in

 

Under The Dragon’s Tail

(Hills Snyder, adapted from King Lear, 2012)

needs must when the devil drives

I ain’t making excuses

needs must when the devil drives

something gets tighter

and something loosens

he that has a little tiny wit

with hey, ho, the wind and the rain

must make content with his fortunes fit

though the rain it raineth every day

needs must when the devil drives

I ain’t making excuses

needs must when the devil drives

something gets tighter

and something loosens

sick in fortune the surfeit of our own behavior

we lay the blame on the sun, the moon and the stars

we were villains of necessity

fools by heavy compulsion

knaves, thieves, and liars caught in the sphere of the bear

is he dead? sit you down father rest you

is he dead? sit you down father rest you

is he dead? sit you down father rest you

is he dead? sit you down father rest you

needs must when the devil drives

I ain’t making excuses

needs must when the devil drives

something gets tighter

and something loosens

 

Wagon Wheel On Fire (Hills Snyder, 2012)

its easy to say if you had your way

you would tear this building down

but this is just one building

you gonna tear down the whole damn town?

now Samson never met Delilah

that he did is god damn lie

never picked up no jawbone

never looked no eagle in the eye

but what he did was cut his own damn hair

with a wagon wheel on fire

and if you think I’m jokin’

then you’re a god damn liar

Samson

never met Delilah

Samson

never met her no how

Samson

never knew Delilah

never even touched a plough

wagon wheel on fire

wagon wheel on fire

wagon wheel on fire

wagon wheel on fire

 

When The Corn Is Green (Hills Snyder, 2012)

bluejay on corn in my back yard

where he was born some seven years

bluejay on corn

bluejay on corn in my back yard

where he was born some seven years

his life half gone in my back yard

he will be here when I am gone

bluejay on corn

the gallows bright in my back yard

the wood so fresh the sun so hard

for I’ll be hanged this very day

I was this dawn yet I still stay

yet still I stay

yet still I stay

the gallows bright in my back yard

the wood so fresh the sun so hard

bluejay on corn in my back yard

where he was born some seven years

his life half gone in my back yard

he will be here when I am gone

and I’ll be here  when the corn is green

and the jayface blue comes back again

and still I stay

and still I stay

  

Wreck of The Estes (Hills Snyder, 2013)

I remember the night the John Estes went down 

and the sixty foot waves that took her 

the shipboard bell was all we could hear 

from the deck of the John Lee Hooker

and its Hi Ho Hey says Rosie Malone

and we hauled to the hold all that we stole

and left it there til morning

but the Leesingers came

concealing their game and left without a warning

and its Hi Ho Hey says Rosie Malone

and Billy’s a wreck 

with a scope pointed right at the moon

and light poured down as if on a rail

a silver streak of swoon

and its Hi Ho Hey says Rosie Malone

but Rosie half blind was never so kind

to the many that came to need her

as the sea crashed on one hour past dawn

and never made still to heed her 

yes I can recall the Ewen McCaul

and every sailor she rescued

but those that drowned will never be found

and nothing will be renewed

and its Hi Ho Hey says Rosie Malone

 

All songs copyright the writers 2017. All rights reserved.

 

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