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Roses in November
03:52
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Fall is showing up much later this year
Roses blooming in November
I picked tomatoes from the garden last week
Another unseasonable season
Peppers red and hot and dropping to the ground
I’ve got a fall crop of zucchini
And it’s still too soon to rake the autumn leaves
Another unseasonable season
Did you notice that the hurricanes are fiercer
Tornadoes tearing up and ripping our towns
But let’s go driving through the countryside
Gas is much cheaper these days
I bought some apples, not a blemish to be found
Though the limes are hard and thready
Doesn't the rice seem more expensive than before
Another unseasonable season
Did you notice that we had more rain
Though other states are deep in drought
Still let’s go driving through the countryside
Gas is much cheaper these days
Should we go out and buy a brand new truck
Hell the rates are really low
We could drive across the state so fast
Out run the storm that’s ‘bout to blow
first chorus, first verse
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2. |
Lessons From Home Plate
03:28
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My Dad, he was so cool
The first in the family to high school
He’d never rest til he aced each test
But baseball was the golden rule
My father loved the game
A big town hero with small town fame
He’d block the plate, seal the runner’s fate
Baseball was his middle name
Keep your eye on the ball
Keep your feet firmly planted
Take that swing when the pitch feels right
Trust your instincts, trust your truth
Hit that ball just like Babe Ruth
My father taught us lessons from home plate
My dad was always neat
And his temperament was soft and sweet
A boy well groomed, the girls would swoon
His dapper ways and dancing feet
Out in the Chevrolet
Off to the dance, the band would play
He’s spin and twirl those pretty girls
He’d dance the swing til the light of day
Keep your ear to the beat
Keep your feet firmly planted
Take that dance when the song feels right
Trust your instincts, trust the air
Swing that date like Fred Astaire
My father taught us lessons from home plate
His golf game is still fine
6 holes in one since he’s gone blind
18 holes, 98 years old
Sound of body, sound of mind
Keep your eye on the ball
Keep your feet firmly planted
Take that swing when the wind feels right
Trust your instincts, trust your creed
Hit that ball like old Sam Snead
My father taught us lessons from home plate
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3. |
Edith Rivera
04:22
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It’s quitting time for Edith Rivera
She’s serving one last Mexican meal
Then heading down the dusty farm road
The pedal and the wheel
No legal status in this country
Though she’s lived here 18 years
No driver’s license in her wallet
Just expired hopes and fear
Chorus
Not afraid of the man in the red tie
Or the county sheriff’s quest
This rapidly diverse farm town
No longer a place of rest
Not afraid to be pulled over
Or how she still will cope
Some politicians call it self-deportation
She calls it her only hope
Driving down to meet her son
Stephen’s in the 7th grade
He’s only once been to Veracruz
American born and raised
Her husband has already gone
Deported two thousand and fifteen
So she sells off what the family has built
The furniture and machines
Bridge
This country’s freckled with Ediths and Hamptons And immigrants who build the town squares
Transforming businesses, working the fields
But now they’re all running scared
Though wretched poverty awaits her
There’s nothing here she can call home
Edith scrolls through her memories
Like pictures on her phone
Now they board their Mexican flight
“Algun dia", she says, “someday”
The Delta agent asks “do you have a return”
She says, “no return, just one way.”
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4. |
Unemployment Blues
02:33
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Stopped in the unemployment office
Picked up a form
Never answered questions like this
As long as I’ve been born
Always worked at music
Or as a sound engineer
This simply job application is
Everything I fear
Cause I know my name
Know where I’m from
But I don’t know what I’d do
If I didn’t do what I’ve done
My education
Doesn’t come with a degree
Just try to check my references
You’ll see just what I see
Can you do a spreadsheet
Or other desktop work
Try telemarketing
Or be a retail clerk
Could you be a line cook
Or maybe even clean
The only thing I’ve ever done is
Dream my dream
Chorus
I can help you write a song
I can teach guitar
I can paint your pooch, boy
I can drive a car
But put me in an office
And watch my motor skills run dry
My, oh my
My. oh my
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5. |
You Are
02:27
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Well life has not been easy
There’s so much pressing on you
Between the kids and me
You’re stretched thin
But far beyond that sadness
And all that frustration
Lies a beauty that we share
From deep within
You get up each morning
You’re off to work each day
I try to make it easy as you go
But I’m not always here
And you’re on your own and lonely
And the kids aren’t often close enough
To hold you
But we love you with all our hearts
We love you with all our souls
We love you with every bit of who we are
Cause you’re amazing
You’re amazing, you are
We just need you to know
Cause we’re not always there to tell you
That you hold us all together with your glue
It binds us like nothing
That we have ever known
It’s supple, it stretches, it’s true
And we love you with all our heart
We love you with all our soul
We love you with every bit of who we are
Cause you’re amazing
You’re amazing
You are
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6. |
Keister
04:01
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Keister Capo 2 - DADGAD
I turned off of 90, south on 22
Heading down the two lane into town
Driving a Rider Truck, my car in tow behind
I think I might have passed my uncle’s farm
And I’m on my way to somewhere new with an urge to glimpse the old
To see if my grandma’s house is still the same
With a movie camera as my eye, in wonder as I go
Capturing my past in moving frames
And don’t you know behind those curtains
And all those weathered panes
Are whispers “there are strangers on the street”
And if I had the strength of heart
I’d knock on all those doors
And find out what it’s like to never leave
My Grandma’s house is standing, I almost see her standing too
And hear “It’s Been a Blue, Blue Day” from the park
Though the roller rink has come and gone, the theater’s lit up bright
I’m quite surprised that it hasn’t gone dark
Kenny’s pool hall isn’t there now & he has long been gone
And the family still owns Grandma’s place
I drove away before I had the nerve to ask around
At the time there were things I couldn’t face
And don’t you know behind those curtains
And all those weathered panes
Are whispers “there are strangers on the street”
And if I had the strength of heart
I’d knock on all those doors
And find out what it’s like to never leave.
I can’t imagine what it’s like
To live one place and never leave
To live your life in just one town
To have no chance to move away
Or maybe never want to
I tell myself that I’ll go back and this time really stay
Look into the eyes of my family
I’ll ask them all to tell me tales that I have long since lost
I hope I have the sense to fill that dream
And I will sit behind those curtains
And all those weathered panes
And I won’t be the stranger on the street
To hear the stories from the heart
And open up old doors
And find out what it’s like to never leave
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7. |
Tremendous Power of Love
03:54
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50 killed and just as many wounded deeply
Deeply wounded is the way that we all are feeling
You wake one morning and you don’t move quite as freely
Hearts all broken and spirits torn and reeling
What possessed a man to take so many with him
When you hate yourself, why can’t that be enough
But hatred grows, devouring all, so greedy
Strangling all but the tremendous power of love
Saturday night and the music’s pulsing loudly
Loudly pulsing to the beat of celebration
A time to be yourself and walk so proudly
When a man walks in with a plan of annihilation
What right has he to choose who lives or doesn’t
Isn’t taking just your own life quite enough
But hatred grows, devouring all, so cowardly
Strangling all but the tremendous power of love
So take those guns out far beyond the deepest ocean
Take your bigotry and toss it in in the sea
Let it drown beneath those darkest, dead emotions
Let it go so we can once again feel free
50 killed and just as many wounded deeply
Deeply wounded is the way that we all are feeling
You wake one morning and you don’t move quite as freely
Hearts all broken and spirits torn and reeling
What possessed a man to take so many with him
When you hate yourself, why can’t that be enough
But hatred grows, devouring all, so greedy
Strangling all but the tremendous power of love
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8. |
Elm Court
04:15
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Cream colored studio loomed large in my youth
Now shrunk to the length of the years ahead of me
The Olds in the driveway, seven years young
My brothers and I on the street
“Get in here for supper!” my mother would shriek
Macaroni and gravy gone cold and weak
Nonon in the rocker, my mom at the sink
My childhood hard yet so sweet
So sweet
Games in the empty lot, games on the pavement
No cars on this one block paradise drive
Libertyville, outside of Chicago
Some of the best years of my life
Much better in hindsight, such awkward times
But days that roll on like a carnival ride
The past stays the past, the future too present
Best to just take it all in stride
Take it in stride
Old age, young dreams
Muddled in the middle
Bigger than life this flash from the past
Time can be so
Strange in the riddle
But through fortune our memories last
The elms now gone, a canopy of maples
Gone like the childhood of yesterday
So many kids all on one block
And hens in the yard across the way
Asparagus in the backyard now gone to seed
My father would garden, my mother would feed us
And Little Caesar, he was my best friend
Old fabric torn now and frayed
Torn and frayed
Chorus
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9. |
New Years
02:02
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The night proves warm as springtime rain
Though New Years speaks in winter tones
Another year has come and gone
I wave, surprised I’m not alone
I stand beneath the darkened clouds
With breaks along the skyline blade
And wish for beauty in the night
And hope to find a brand new day
But still I feel the bittersweet
Though love surrounds me far and here
As cracks appear and show the wear
Of seasons gone and seasons near
I look about, this is my home
“I’ve chosen well” I shout out loud
And take in all before I turn
And move into the midnight crowd
The night proves warm as springtime rain
Though New Years speaks in winter tones
Another year has come and gone
I wave, and smile, I’m not alone
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10. |
#45
03:06
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There’s sickness in the Whitehouse
No sense of legacy
They’re pulling all the punches
No feel for destiny
Rolling back advances
Made on so many fronts
Beefing up the oil hungry
Boot licking grunts
How will we eradicate
This trumped up misery
Take us to the hill, Lord
Let us fight this disease
There’s madness in the Senate
Madness in the House
Executive orders pouring
Out his pooched out little mouth
Republicans won’t challenge him
They don’t have the balls
Afraid to face constituents
Afraid to take their calls
How will we eradicate
This trumped up misery
Take us to the hill, Lord
Let us fight for victory
People are quite angry
People are so done
I’ve never seen so many
Motivated to run
For a government position
For a chance to make a change
Striking while the iron’s hot
While the target is in range
How will we eradicate
This trumped up misery
Take us to the hill, Lord
Let us fight for liberty
There’s poison in the Whitehouse
No love of history
They’re killing off the planet
No sense of legacy
Making empty promises
They have no plans to keep
Beefing up the money grubbing
Greedy little cheats
How will we eradicate
This trumped up misery
Take us to the hill, Lord
Let us fight for sanity
Take us to the hill, Lord
Let us fight for victory
Take us to the hill, Lord
Let us fight for liberty
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11. |
The Pea Inside the Pod
03:45
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I’ve been digging in the dirt, planting all my seeds
Hoping that the soils has everything my plants need
I double dig the earth, I compost all my food
It finds me in the sweetest place, the softest, gentle mood
It puts me in touch with the elements of god
Whatever you may call it, it’s the pea inside the pod
I’m down on my knees, fingernails so gritty
It’s hard work but rewarding, nothing very pretty
When those seeds pop their heads with the greenest I have known
There’s something satisfying knowing it’s something I have grown
It puts me in touch with the elements of god
Whatever you may call it, it’s the pea inside the pod
Bridge
Then summer comes around, tomatoes on the vine
Pickles in their jars, elderberry wine
And feeling like I’m moving with the cycles of the moon
solo
I’ve been eating from the garden for at least a month or two
There’s nothing any better than home grown food
And feeling like I’m moving with the cycles of the moon
When fall finally arrives, I put the garden to bed
Before I even realize I’ve got spring inside my head
I’m thinking how I’ll rotate, I’m thinking about a plan
It’s more than just the garden, it’s the way I play my hand
It puts me in touch with the elements of god
Whatever you may call it, it’s the pea inside the pod
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12. |
In This Circle
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I am sitting in this circle
With my humble guides
Surrounded by the ones I love
Protected on all sides
Breathing out and breathing in
Holding all that’s fine
Though the world around me shatters
I center on this time
If for just one moment we are still
Beneath the dark and the dreary
If we could shine a light so strong
We may not feel so weary
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Tret Fure Newport News, Virginia
Tret Fure began her career at 16, singing in coffeehouses in the Midwest. At 19 , she moved to LA and within a year was
performing as guitarist and vocalist for Spencer Davis, penning the single for his album “Mousetrap”. In 1973 she recorded her first solo album on MCA/UNI Records, with Lowell George of Little Feat as her producer.
Tret has released 16 acclaimed albums in her long career..
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