|lyrics

 

Catalpa

 

you wrote in a letter Catalpa is calling me

you said oak is a king, the acorn a man

but so many kings and never a plan

when the wilt took rampant hold

oak is a king that rules not for me

 

you poured over pages Catalpa is calling me

you said white pine's an ogre, cold and getting colder

it flattens the ground, none other can grow there

the needle swift and strong

white pine's an ogre but he ain't howlin' for me

 

catalpa

oh my, oh my

 

you sink in despair, Catalpa is calling me

her shape in a space is something like mine

we hunch in our curves and don't take the time 

to grow the way we need

Catalpa my darling you're something like me

 

 

I don't want to go home

 

my body is swimming in Lake Michigan

I think its following you

but really I'm just standing in some kitchen

and feeling like a fool

 

it's been three days and nights in this dark lake

the kitchen's starting to fade

the seagulls and children have all found their mates

but still I sit here and wait

 

|while the wine and I talk through this fantasy

dawn keeps breaking and I don't want to go home

 

so I paddle on through Lake Erie too

I almost forget about you

but kitchens turn to barrooms turn to working 'til I'm blue

I should be getting home soon

 

|but the wine and I keep spinning this fantasy

dawn is breaking and I don't want to go home

is it true that Toronto is New York up there

I wade Ontario as I climb the stairs

where your jacket used to hang but now it's just bare

I'm everywhere and you're nowhere

 

 

 

Bigger (when I need)

 

I'm out walking, me and this shadow

everywhere I go it's at my feet

growing under streetlamps, shrinking in the shade

making me so small some days, bigger when I need

 

we once loved like the walls were caving in

I was proud to be the prize you got to win

I became your trusses at my own expense

&now we're on the center lines plotting our defense

 

but I keep on walking, me and this shadow

everywhere I go he's at my feet

growing under streetlamps, shrinking in the shade

making me so small some days, bigger when I need

 

my mother gave me the spaces in her mind

o, the riches and the grit she shed

eight years have gone now since last she looked upon

the glory of her garden green, the wisdom of her young

 

but I keep on walking, me and this shadow

everywhere I go she's at my feet

growing under streetlamps, shrinking in the shade

making me so small some days, bigger when I need

 

 

 

Get out

 

get out while you can

few words have followed you from boy to man and these are some

you got to get out on the radio, show 'em all the good things your know

got to give 'em 110 and if you don't it don't count

even if you lose some friends along the way

|and it kills you but you knew it would

pulls you from where you stood

never on the same floor more than two nights

it kills you but you knew it would, and you just had to get out

 

doug he was a one-shot man

got it from his dad, he was the best shot in the Eastern land

but his liquor it followed him the way that he did his dad

and they both had the proof to back it up

|then it killed him but we knew it would

pulled him from where he stood

never in the same state more than two nights

it killed him but we knew it would, and he just had to get out

 

now I'm all out on the old railroad

singing jubilee and breaking down

at the thought of laurel and the great green pines

and you driving me all the way across Georgia in the night

|it killed us but we knew it would

it pulled us from where we stood

never on the same page more than two nights

it killed us but we knew it would, and we just had to get out, get out

 

get out while you can

few words have followed you from boy to man and these are some

 

 

 

Long time exhaling

 

I was thinking yesterday on the passing of my friend

and her name was Evalee

we were neighbors in the tall pines by the hill on Gilbert Street

and then her motherless children were younger than me

and I got to thinking

we're all in it the same

as children of a mother we are killing everyday

and if all the world is a motherless child, who will fill the ocean's glass

who will turn it all to vapor when the current flows too fast

and who will wake the winter from her worried rest

 

|get me a chair without arms

maybe a sunset over Evalee's barn

get me the ones I've known so long

and I will sing through all the lines that we have drawn

oh it's a long time exhaling that makes for one good song

 

if all the world is a motherless child, we will fill up every glass

we will sing it loud and rowdy as the years go on to pass

and we will wake up taller than the questions we have asked

Peggy's song

Peggy was smoking by the swimming pool on the day that I remember her best

if you'd give her a choice between hell and high water

she'd take the water with a whiskey and ice

she was a good mama, she was bad news

if you caught her on a day when the Eagles were losing

ooh, I wish I knew her

ooh, I wish I knew her

She worked nine to five as a secretary, it was thirty years of minimum wage

but she raised up her kids in the height of the sixties

and she didn't need no man to tell her how to fix things

liked to jitterbug, she was fancy free

her lips were ruby red every day of the week

ooh, I wish I knew her

ooh, I wish I knew her

Now when Peggy was laughing' you were laughing' too, she had a voice that you could never forget

and a butterfly ring on her littlest finger

that she gave to Joey after she got sick

and it was real hard on the family

but if she were here I hope she'd see herself in me

ooh, herself in me

ooh, herself in me

now she's gone and I guess that's how it goes

it ain't fair but she's living in her laughter in my head

Lean in

I knew a man who was always a child

he talked about right now and never though too far ahead

when I press on the gas past all his almost-almamaters

I'm a clean paved road through used-to-be prairie land

wondering what I could have been

if I worried as little as him

I know a man who'd have died to keep being alive

but his living is proof of a lesson that's hard to ignore

he kept pressing on the gas past all his almost-satisfaction

and he worked until working didn't work anymore

and I was there when they said he went home

|I guess you could say that he gave it to fate

and the cards just did not play

but I hate it as much or more than you do

when people start talking that way

so lean in tonight

to what feels right

and do what feels right

and never do anything else

I know a place that I'd like to be

it's the same old neon swaying and a dusty wood floor

I'm pressing on your chest through all our almost-ever-afters

and a clean page turned, but we're still standing there

dancing through how've you been

did your momma end up with him

idd you brother get to drinkin' again

did we really let it sink in

|I guess you could say that we gave it to fate

and the cards just did not play

but I hate it as much or more than you do

when people start talking that way

so lean in tonight

to what feels right

and do what feels right

and never do anything else

December song

December is calling

and the wind's begun to whine

and your heart is part of mine

so darlin' don't get buried down

'cause it's too cold to dig us out

The acorns are falling

and I've barely made a dent

in paying back what I've spent

but darlin' don't be mad at me

I'm just the best that I can be

|so we walk along the edge

holding tight to the strings that we've tied around our fingers

to remind us of the debts we owe and what we have to cling to

and we dance when we can

It's no matter the season

it's no matter the clothes I wear

it's plain to see the load I bear

is lighter darlin' when you're there

I've got your loveand some to spare

© 2014 |  jess mcintosh

  • Facebook Clean
  • Instagram Clean
  • SoundCloud Clean

HOME