1. |
Well Worn Heart
04:15
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WELL WORN HEART
I like my things worn:
this pen with some of the letters rubbed off
where it’s held between finger and thumb,
these blue jeans with their knees both gone
from horsing with our son,
the places where the wood is grooved
as my fingers caress my guitar,
the scratches that speak of every town
I’ve passed through in my car.
I like my things used:
these shoes whose scuffed up soles have tapped
a thousand restless beats,
and wandered nightly down so many
dark and lonely streets,
the jacket that I stole from you
with the creases on the sleeves,
it feels just like you holding me
when the wind knocks down the leaves.
Come on and hold me,
like the shore holds the sand.
Hold me, and like a tool in the hand,
that has been useful, I will be able to say
I have a well worn heart,
at the end of the day.
I like my things marked:
a passage in a cherished book
that speaks to my secret place,
the lines revealing every care
upon an aging face,
the path that snakes beneath my feet,
winding down to my favorite view,
the line around my finger
where my ring binds me to you.
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2. |
Rush Home Road
04:09
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RUSH HOME ROAD
Oh, Child, rush home now,
lonely Child, rush home now.
Standing in the field around twilight time,
Oh, Child, rush home now,
so dark no one could see the ball,
lonely Child, rush home now.
warm breeze like a kiss on the skin of my cheek,
Oh, Child, rush home now,
rush home to the sound of my Mama’s call.
lonely Child, rush home now.
Couldn’t wait to get out when I came of age,
Oh, Child, rush home now,
walking away just as fast as I could,
lonely Child, rush home now.
nothing but my coat and this box of pain,
Oh, Child, rush home now,
Couldn’t leave it behind in the neighborhood.
lonely Child, rush home now.
And when I finally leave this place,
smile in my eye, tear on my face,
how will my heart know where to go?
Follow my feet down on Rush, Rush Home Road.
Stood right on the edge of the scalding fire,
Oh, Child, rush home now,
Watching the world through the smoke and haze.
lonely Child, rush home now.
So high that I forgot my own name,
Oh, Child, rush home now,
but I never forgot those old Rush Home days.
lonely Child, rush home now.
And what I never learned till now,
watching my tears mix with the rain,
no matter when, no matter how,
it’s a mystery I can’t explain.
No matter where I point my feet,
no matter how I drag my load,
no matter what they call this street,
I’ve always been walking down Rush, Rush Home Road.
Now I feel like weeping and I don’t know why,
Oh, Child, rush home now,
every time I hear the crowd and the bat go crack.
lonely Child, rush home now.
Water comes springing into my eyes,
Oh, Child, rush home now,
when that sweet old sound comes to carry me back.
lonely Child, rush home now.
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3. |
Guess My Name
04:17
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GUESS MY NAME
I’m the thing you find when you’re born,
you might search for me all of your life.
I’m as hard and as tempered as unpolished steel,
I will bend like a sapling in May.
I will bloom and I will fade,
I will haunt your nights and brighten your days.
Guess my name.
Rare as an orchid in Tucson,
Common as the moss by a brook,
Shiniest gemstone that’s ever been found,
you may toss me away like a rock.
You might pick me up again,
hold me close, I’m as true as a tender friend.
Guess my name.
Everybody’s heart is a riddle.
Everyone is larger than all of their schemes.
Everybody’s sleep is a blanket of dreams.
Everybody wakes to the sun.
Everybody loses their way in the dark of night.
Everybody wants to find their own light.
I’m the answer to every mystery,
you might not understand me at all.
Only I can be freely given away
I will cost you all that you own.
I can sure tear your world apart,
I, only I, only I will break your heart.
Guess my name.
I’m as deep and as full as the ocean
I’m a thirst that can rarely be quenched,
Precious pearl in a world you will yearn for forever,
I’m a gift, I am hard to accept.
I’m the promise of another day,
when you come, when you go, it’s I who will stay.
Guess my name.
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4. |
My Sure Thing
04:25
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MY SURE THING
Merry Christmas, Baby, I’m wrapped up just for you.
Let’s pretend I’m practicing the things that strangers do.
I know that you can see me underneath the mistletoe.
Let’s get down to business, just untie my bow.
I see that you’ve been watching me, there’s something we both know,
I like the way you wiggle, you like the way I sing.
Darlin’, it’s so obvious, you’re my sure thing.
Here I am, now, Baby, back from running far and wide.
Roll it over easy, let your man inside.
You say, “not tonight, Honey, I’ve got work in the AM”.
I wake up in the morning just to hear that back door slam.
My toast reminds me of you when I’m spreading on the jam.
Whenever we get spread so thin we’re hanging by a string.
There’s one thing that I’m sure of, you’re my sure thing.
You sure are a sight for the sorest eyes in town.
Sure look lovely in that French lace dressing gown.
Sure are the best friend this old traveler has found.
You’re always sure and steady when I’m crossing shaky ground.
No matter where I’m sleeping when I roam around so free,
you’re the one I dream about from sea to shining sea.
I’m having you for breakfast, like a bowl of lucky charms.
Feel your smile upon me and the places where it warms.
I know there’s always safety in the circle of your arms.
Sets my heart to pounding to see where you wear that ring,
that’s the finger that I’m counting on, you’re my sure thing.
That’s the finger that I’m counting on, you’re my sure thing.
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5. |
Follow The Leader
05:41
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FOLLOW THE LEADER
We played follow the leader,
you were always first.
We used the garden hose
to quench our youthful thirst.
Mom and Dad were
not able to explain
how you lost your balance, then,
to never be regained.
Down at the schoolyard
you stood staring through the fence.
No one could call you back
from some distant present tense.
We were all hostages
of your tirades and your tears.
I could not navigate
the backyard jungle of your fears.
Oh, older brother, for you I had such hopes.
You were supposed to be the one
who would show me all the ropes.
Your footprints were like question marks,
erased by shuffling feet.
Yet I tried to follow you
down that dusty dead end street.
Next time I saw you,
you were smoking cigarettes.
Had your daily doses,
try to keep your dreams in check.
Held angry conversations
with enemies unseen.
While your chair squeaked, your eyes leaked
and I slipped into my teens.
More than just the sixties,
I was still trying to follow you.
Swallowed every pill I found
that would make me crazy too.
Used my thumb to carry me
over roads you’ll never know.
Still, I’m the one who follows,
like the chill that follows snow.
Follow the leader, stop that copy cat.
Follow the leader, it’s my turn at bat.
Follow the leader, come on and follow me.
Follow the leader, wish that I could set you free.
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6. |
Only Love
03:05
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ONLY LOVE
Strolling with his memory down
the lanes of this old rusty town,
moon comes up without a sound,
don’t worry it’s only love.
He takes her hand, she stands her ground,
their eyes embrace, no looking down.
This place is where all hopes are found,
don’t worry it’s only love.
Only love that falls this pure
will bring the fallow field it’s cure.
As seasons change and yet endure,
be sure love, it’s only love.
Feeling shy about this word,
his heart shakes like a baby bird
that wakes when the first song is heard,
don’t worry it’s only love.
They’ll find courage when they must,
it takes the bravest heart to trust
that all these dreams are more than dust,
as only love reveals to us.
Only love will whisper clear,
like angels dance behind the ear,
love is worthy to revere.
Don’t fear love, it’s only love.
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7. |
Selda’s Third Floor
03:04
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SELDA’S THIRD FLOOR
Selda takes you in when you can stand to ride no more.
All the roads in Kansas lead you back to Selda’s door.
Every tired troubadour can count on what’s in store,
rest and charming company on Selda’s third floor.
When you come to Coffeyville, be sure and stay a week.
She’ll regale you with her stories, listen when you speak.
If you need warmth and kindness you’ll find everything you seek,
a few miles down the road, once you cross over Pumpkin creek.
Not a bed and breakfast, it is nothing like and inn,
not like any other place you have ever been,
three blocks up on Willow you will always find a friend,
who welcomes you like family, invites you back again.
Here are Selda’s memories, she stitched ‘em in by hand,
they show you all the ways that life goes different than you planned.
If you could bottle up her wisdom, it would be in great demand.
Oh, you can talk to Selda and be sure she’ll understand.
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8. |
Fine Old Motor Car
04:51
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FINE OLD MOTOR CAR
Someone needs to make an offer
on this fine old motor car.
It’s the one we drove to Vegas,
we got married in a bar.
Now it’s got a new transmission,
but the engine still needs work.
Oh, the previous owner’s
a bit of a jerk.
Least that’s what she said
as she stormed out the front,
last angry words
on her way to Vermont.
Someone needs to make an offer
on this luxury sedan,
‘cause it’s got too many memories,
you should buy it if you can.
Now it’s got a big old back seat
where we formalized our vows.
Woke up in some cornfield,
surrounded by cows.
Now she’s gone way up north
where the ground freezes hard,
and I’m stuck back down here
with this junk in my yard.
Someone needs to make an offer.
When all of the parts have been working okay,
don’t worry too much, just keep rolling along.
When things starts to break, so much cost to repair,
easy to just let her go for a song.
Someone needs to make a gesture,
it’s a job for someone for someone brave.
Someone ought to try restoring,
this old ride could still be saved.
They don’t build ‘em quite this special
up in Detroit anymore.
Oh, bet I could bondo
the rust on that door.
Just a tune up and she
will be ready to run.
Maybe I’ll drive to Vermont
when I’m done.
Someone needs to make an offer.
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9. |
Reaching Out
05:51
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REACHING OUT
You used to tell me stories
‘bout watching Ty Cobb play,
down at old Briggs Stadium
back in his hey day.
You’d read me Treasure Island,
I’d sail upon your seas.
Still see you lifting up your arms,
reaching out to me.
You were just a little kid
when Grandpa passed away.
We both missed those special words
he must have planned to say.
He smiles, in vest and jacket,
at the camera, tall and thin.
There you are in grass-stained knickers,
reaching out to him.
Reaching out
across the water,
like a bridge
out over time.
Reaching out,
all sons and fathers,
in eternal pantomime.
Parkinson’s got hold of you,
and turned your limbs to straw.
The wind would blow your words around,
and tighten up your jaw.
When Mom would call me late at night,
to lift you from your knees,
then you would raise your arms again,
reaching out to me.
You never did give up on me,
but Dad, that’s how it seemed.
Now, this morning, I recall
some scene I must have dreamed.
You were far across the water,
beyond the jagged reef.
Sun flashed on your upraised arms,
reaching out to me.
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10. |
This Old Carpet
05:53
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THIS OLD CARPET
Here’s where we spent our first romantic night,
something burned a little hole.
We got crazy in the firelight,
little ashes, little soul.
Here’s where my brother spilled his coffee cup,
when he flew into a rage.
Even though both of us were all grown up,
neither one could act his age.
I’m here ripping up the things we shared,
and I’m tying them with string.
I’ll be hauling them out to the street.
I will leave them in the snow.
This old carpet’s gotta go.
Here’s where our baby had an accident,
cranberry juice can really stain.
Can’t figure out where those ten years went,
lotta laughter, lotta pain.
Shag or berber, tan or gray.
Everything on sale today.
Thicker padding, free install.
Stain resistant, wall to wall.
We’ll be careful for the first, long time.
It’s just like that when things are new.
Then it’ll start to show the wear and grime,
stuff that’s sticking to my shoe.
Next time we’ll know what to do.
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11. |
When The Pale Moon Sighs
05:04
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WHEN THE PALE MOON SIGHS
When the loneliness falls on you
like a bitter winter rain,
that pours down in sheets
on the desperate Western plain,
when lightning licks at the horizon,
an angry, ancient tongue,
splits the darkness, spread like ink,
across the prairie like a stain.
It will be all right,
it will be all right.
A stronger wind will lift
and blow the fiercest storm away.
It will be all right,
it will be all right.
A tender breeze will rise
to make the bending grasses sway.
And when the stars spring out
like a million scattered jewels,
when the pale moon sighs,
it will be all right.
Grief is threatening to drown you
when the river crests it's banks,
rolling over weathered houses,
frightened soldiers breaking ranks.
When it's up to your shoulders,
but the flood has just begun,
trusted hands will reach to lift you,
grateful knees will bend in thanks.
When the sun warms the mesa
with it's rose and golden light,
there's a blessing in the morning,
there is meaning in the night.
When the stars spring out
like a million scattered jewels,
when the pale moon sighs,
it will be all right.
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Dan Hazlett Detroit, Michigan
Dan Hazlett (pronounced HAZE-let) is an accomplished, polished performer who entertains and uplifts his audiences with a blend of his smooth, soulful voice, his finely honed acoustic guitar work, and his arsenal of well-crafted and thoughtfully presented songs. Weaving in and out of folk, jazz and a Will Rogers style of down-home humor, Dan captivates his listeners. ... more
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