Songs & Lyrics
Lyrics by Paul Golubovs
Music by John Sokoloff
DISC 1 – Titles (Vocalists)
(Michelle Featherstone)
WHITE APRON
A white apron and
a fresh receipt book —
My shield and armor
as I approach the table…
With a pen that is
mightier than a sword
I take it all down —
as well as I am able…
Sweet people
leave me well-earned tips
But I’ve always known
that I alone
control the smile on my lips
I love their decaf attitude
and their sunnyside up —
disposition
I look out the window
across at the Superstore
And wonder to myself —
if they have a position…
(Refrain)
(Mark Lennon)
UNVEIL YOUR LOVE
The first time, through a crowd, I sensed you watching me…
I turned around to catch your eyes, and feel your energy
And I was drawn, like going home, to ask if it could be —
This moment — that fate had drawn for me…
As the years pass and my day begins
with your breath against my lips…
I trace your eyelids gently
and launch a thousand ships…
I calmly wait — while the waves awake
the pastel sky…
And tranquility is reflected in the sea…
Open your eyes, dear
Unveil your love…
Give me your smile, dear
My precious dove…
How wonderful this world to see —
As long as you love me…
As long as you love me…
Like the softest blanket on the coolest day
Like a warm breeze above the bay…
I wrap my arms around you —
Let forever be this way…
And I sigh, at all the times
that we have been apart…
No matter where or when —
you’re in my heart…
(Refrain)
(Michelle Featherstone)
REAR VIEW MIRROR
Her eyes pierce deep in the rear view mirror
as the wind flies through her hair…
He stood asking for her hand and future —
neither of which she wished to share…
Rolling hills whisk by, but she doesn’t see them
The rear view mirror arrests her glance…
He asked if she’d come to the annual waltz —
but she didn’t want to dance…
Staying engaged with life
No risk of domestic strife
She steps on the brake before a turn she can’t make…
The scenery changes and the wind let�s her hair fall down.
The sun gets hotter on the road to the desert
In the mirror it’s making her blind…
He asked if she’d join in a “Great Adventure”
She told him: “Adventure is a state of the unrehearsed mind”…
(Refrain)
Brake lights ahead as she rolls nearer
and looks at the road up ahead…
He’s standing there waiting by his car in the turnout
She recalls the words that he’d said:
“Stay engaged with life
No risk of domestic strife…
I won’t keep you if you
don’t want to stay…
No need to change your ways…”
Bob Wayne)
TIME SHADOW
You’ve changed my concept of time
The spinning clock that won’t unwind
Somehow, good time became sad time
and your shadow falls upon my mind…
Not too much has happened since
I saw you too many days ago…
The minutes crept thru the changing seasons —
and I’m left in a world I don’t know…
You’ve changed my concept of time
and our future fell far behind…
Somehow, good time became sad time
and your shadow I can’t find…
Not too much has happened since
I saw you too many days ago…
The minutes crept thru changing seasons —
I’m left in a world I don’t know…
You’ve changed my concept of time
Look back and I know you’ll find —
Our good times were my best times
And I can’t get you out of my mind…
I can’t get you…
I can’t get you…
No..no.. I can’t get you…
out of my mind…
(Jo Anne Kurman)
QUESTION TO YOUR HEART
I feel I’ve often called you
and you’ve heard me through your soul…
You’ve understood the loneliness —
yet exercised control…
We’ve laughed and cried together —
although we were apart
When the thought escapes the frame of mind:
place the question to your heart
Would it be wrong, would it be blind,
to deny it’s from above?
Would it be wrong, would it be blind,
to not know that it is love?
I’m overwhelmed by feelings —
I don’t really understand
and reach out into the ocean air
to try and touch your hand
The rhythm of the breaking waves
The salt upon your lips
Time stands still as you brush the air
Music flows from your fingertips…
(Refrain)
You have posed a sudden insight
and unlocked a shackled thought…
Should I plant my seed of hope
with the borrowed time I’ve bought?
Can you perceive my feelings
as more than the sum of parts?
When the thought escapes the frame of mind:
place the question to your heart…
(Michelle Featherstone)
UNTIL I FINALLY FIND YOU
Until I finally find you, I’m without a part of me…
that laughed and played and loved —
where anything could be…
Since the day I lost you, I don’t know what to do…
Can I leave and still believe, there’s me without you?
My heart and soul are branded with the image of your smile
Each year goes by without a single word or sign…
My heart and soul are branded since when I made you cry —
I can’t believe I could conceive a cause to say goodbye…
The lips that kissed won’t answer…
the lips that smiled are dry
After too few years of smiles and tears —
Your eyes no longer cry…
Until I finally find you, I’m without a part of me…
that laughed and played and loved —
before the change would be…
I regret the day I lost you —
and don’t know what to do…
Can I leave and still believe in me without you?
The lips that kissed won’t answer…
the lips that smiled are dry
After too few years of smiles and tears —
Your eyes no longer cry…
(Mark Lennon, Jo Anne Kurman)
ECHO OF HAPPINESS
Sometimes, it’s the simple words
that anchor our despair
Those are the words that make us care…
Sometimes, it’s the simplest words
that anchor our despair
Those very words that make me care…
“…Hello it’s me, darling, I’m home…”
…those words ring out to me when I’m alone…
My heart raced with the joy in the air
During those times we had so much to share…
But the echo of happiness mourns in my heart
Because you’re no longer there…
Sometimes, it’s the simplest words
that anchor our despair
And these are the words
that make us care…
“…Hello it’s me, honey, I’m home…”
…I hear that voice when I’m alone…
She was my warmth to everything cold
In those days the sun reflected my soul..
But the echo of happiness mourns in my heart
Because you’re no longer there…
“…Hello, it’s me, darling, I’m home…”
But the echo of happiness mourns in our hearts
Because we’re no longer there…
(James Intveld)
CRYSTAL RAINDROPS
Crystal Raindrops
clearing my brain
Drops of insight
soothing my pain
I planned for the day that I’d get my new car —
traded in my checkbook and my new guitar…
Planned my journey 18 counties far…
But I never planned for us to be apart.
Crystal raindrops
clearing my brain
Drops of insight
soothing my pain
I’ve been blamed for Adam, I’ve been blamed for Eve —
Been blamed for thoughts, that I could not conceive…
Apologized for wrongs I did not believe…
But I never thought I’d see you leave.
Crystal raindrops
clearing my brain
Drops of insight
soothing my pain
Been thanked for peace, while preparing for war —
Been thanked by folks I’ve never met before…
Been thanked by friends ’cause I didn’t say more…
But I’ve never been thanked by the girl that I adore…
No, I’ve never been thanked by the that girl I adore…
(Jo Anne Kurman)
IF WORDS COULD SPEAK
I write out thoughts
I can’t possibly say…
Scribbles on paper
Feelings in play…
As the ink dries —
my heart weeps
…if only words could speak…
If words could speak
they’d find your heart —
and whisper tenderly
If words could speak
your soul would know
how strong a love could be…
If words would speak
you’d understand
and you’d be here with me…
But there are no words that know…
But there are no words that know…
I whisper my thoughts
through my eyes to your heart
and hope that you hear my sighs…
The wind sings my song
when I am not there…
Allowing my spirit to fly…
Allowing my spirit to fly…
The clouds shed my tears
when you don’t understand…
the confusion that keeps us apart…
If you open yourself
you will hear nature tell —
of the love burning deep in my heart…
of the love burning deep in my heart…
(Refrain)
DISC 2- Titles (Vocalists)
(Mark Lennon)
SALTY WIND OF FREEDOM
The salty wind of freedom
As the bow breaks thru the waves
Heading out to the open sea
B’yond seagulls and the bay
Through calm and storm
of ocean air
defending humanity…
Only the vigilant will be free…
Only the vigilant will be free…
We crest the waves of freedom
with the cold spray of the sea
Above Poseidon’s kingdom
As the moon and winds agree…
The pallet of the sunset sky
The crystal of the night…
The glaciers of the polar caps
…tropic paradise…
Can’t beat the feeling of being free…
(Refrain)
(Michelle Featherstone)
THE TEACHER
Most people work from 8 to 5
with the hour off for lunch…
But the teacher can’t waste
the students time
on an educated hunch…
The teacher…
Our teachers…
The teacher…
Halfway into sunrise
standing at the car…
Unloading the books and handouts —
hoping students can go far…
The teacher…
Our teachers…
The teacher…
To share is to live is to give…
To share is to live is to give…
A mentor to so many —
but only for a year
How to instill the confidence
competence and cheer…
The teacher…
Halfway into midnight —
staring at the screen…
Typing out the lesson-plan
understanding what it means to be
…a teacher…
…the teacher…
To share is to live is to give…
To share is to live is to give…
The 30th reunion —
brings its smiles and its tears
The honest gratitude —
has transcended all the years…
But what about society?
What does it hold dear?
Isn’t it time for all of us to cheer? —
…the teacher…
(James Intveld, Teresa James))
STERNOCLEIDOMASTOIDS
Slammed the trunk and caught my thumb!
I’m at the clinic feelin’ glum
Just one silver lining to this day —
Was treated by a caring nurse —
have ten full minutes to rehearse
the word on the chart that my
feelings have to say…
What do you say to your nurse?
Whose smile makes you perspire
Well, here is the line I rehearsed —
An actual trial by fire:
You make my sternocleidomastoids
turn my head around!
You make my sternocleidomastoids
turn my head around!
You’ve thrown starlight in my eyes
and lit a fire in my heart
My feelings for you, nurse,
are off the chart…
After skimmin’ the whole PDR
she makes me feel better, by far
But how can I tell her that
I really care?
With some Greco-Latin, mumbo-jumbo
to share…
What do I say to my nurse?
The sweetest that I’ve found
Here is the line I rehearsed —
with that righteous bio-medic sound:
(Refrain)
(Jo Anne Kurman)
FAMILY FARM
With a hand in the earth…
His eyes take in the field of grain
The gentle breeze rolls the blanket —
Borne of the earth again…
Each day joins the next —
according to God’s perfect plan
While the farmer feeds
the family of man…and woman…
Born on two hundred acres —
he didn’t leave for the job in town
His father taught him the lay of the land
he could work with no one else around.
They would meet on their tractors —
with suggestions passed along the way
Together they struggled —
tomorrow became today…
The son one day’d leave
to go and get a college degree
The father would smile —
Just let him be happy…
His hair now of gray
and his heart full of worry
The family farm would now
have trouble enduring…
(Refrain)
And then on a late September afternoon
With the longest of shadows —
swaying out of tune…
His son had returned —
and brought his own family
his words were excited —
something about “new technology”…
Together they watched the sun drift over their land
And dreamt of a day the family farm would expand…
With a hand in the earth…
His eyes take in the field of grain…
(Michelle Featherstone)
WHO IS SHE? (Lyrics by John Sokoloff)
The time has come
But won’t go away
The empty mirror shows
a little girl at play
Where did it go?
Where can it be?
Why does this mirror
have nothing to see?
How can I tell her I’m here?
Why can’t she hide from my fears?
(Refrain)
Her eyes look and try
to meet mine
I turn away —
I am blind.
Oh can you help, help me cry
The truth, as they say, isn’t shy…
(Refrain)
Please tell me how I can
be free
But first, can you tell me —
Who is she?… Who is she?…
(James Intveld)
DUSTY “CLAY” BREWER
What a thrill it is tonight!
I can’t see thru all this light…
But my list of thanks is soaking in my hand…
It didn’t come to soon
for my friend who wrote the tune —
But just in time for members of the band.
Now I can’t accept the praise
without thinking of the days —
that sauntered by
with nothing done at all.
There was music in her eyes
that her shades could not disguise
And there was meaning in the words
she wouldn’t say
When I finally understood
that the message sent was good —
I told her about my prehistoric days
I can’t listen to applause
without thinking of the flaws —
that kept me rollin’ the wrong, wrong way!
When I was too cool to be an artist…
When I was too young to drive my song…
When the tall tales fell
and the music just wouldn’t sell —
that’s when I woke up right where I belong
Tried to write music…
Tried to sing rhymes…
Tried to find words to make the message shout!
Broke a pen, broke a deal
broke a car, lost the feel —
Couldn’t write songs
til’ she turned my insight out…
(Refrain)
I didn’t have a care
I’d hang out everywhere
Days were short and nights were long…
When I thought I’d reach the end
I was awakened by my friend —
Her love taught me
how to write a song…
I just had to change my ways —
so I opened up my gaze
and grabbed each moment
as it called…
(Refrain)
“I really wanted to learn the guitar…
…but there were too many strings attached…”
(Rick Kleber, Jo Anne Kurman)
FIREPLACE
She lit the fireplace
Her eyes suppressed the fire
Crowded thoughts in inner space
Abandoned plan and no desire…
The winds of life were backing
and we had to come about…
Ablaze by the fireplace…
Ablaze by the fireplace…
Isn’t that what life is all about?
Portraits in amber light —
caused by glowing embers
A gentle and revealing night —
in a way each heart remembers…
The winds of life were backing
and we had to come about…
Ablaze by the fireplace…
Ablaze by the fireplace…
Isn’t that what life is all about?
He lit the fireplace…
…portraits in an amber light…
…a gentle and revealing night…
stirring the soul —
in a way each heart
remembers…remembers…
Ablaze by the fireplace…
Ablaze by the fireplace…
Isn’t that what love is all about?
(Jo Anne Kurman)
CHRISTMAS WEEK
It’s Christmas week at the superstore
and the crowds pour in non-stop
I’m stuck behind the counter —
I don’t have a chance to shop
There are colorful gifts and bargains —
the best already sold…
But that’s okay, I’ll save my pay —
Turn pennies into gold…
It’s Christmas week —
and the bargains pass under my eye
I scan them, wrap them, pack them —
and wave them off “Good Buy!”
I’m stuck behind the counter
and I don’t have time to shop…
That’s okay, I’ll save my pay
Turn pennies into gold…
It’s Christmas week at the superstore
What’s that annoying sound?
My hand hits the alarm clock
I turn myself around…
It was just a dream, no matter —
the sales have just begun
I grab my purse
I’m out the door —
gotta get my shopping done…
It’s Christmas week at the Superstore
before I spend my gold —
I notice a man with hungry eyes —
huddled in the cold,
His hand outstretched —
tattered coat —
makes me realize —
It’s not about the Christmas sales
but the love we share inside…
“Thank you ma’am, God bless you”
…and pennies turn to gold…
(Natalie Prantil, Teresa James, Jo Anne Kurman)
SPRINGTIME WALTZ
A springtime waltz begins with a song
which beckons God’s creatures to all come along
The flowers bear colors and birds begin to sing…
with the joy of a waltz borne of spring…
with the joy of a waltz borne of spring…
The notes fill the air with a light “joie de vivre”
while swirling in circles all paths interweave…
Goodwill and cheer flourish and grow
with the freedom all hearts want to know…