Playing the guitar, piano and singing at the same time.
LYRICS
Soooo….
This guy who told me he’d be Mayor walks by with a smirk on his face
While this other guy walks by as he’s giving me money, says “This is an insult. I wish I had more to give.”
Which way would you want to live?
Which one has better taste
Which one is less a waste
Which one is wasting space
His 2 cents x 8 +1
Where do you want your soul to run
Grow to know the flow… +1
A dime, some time
A nickle (thinkin’ Lincoln)
and my two cents
… two sense
Written and recorded in West Chester, Chester County, Pennsylvania, USA. Every other song on this album is about the dark or the light. This song is about the light.
There’s a lesson that I need to remember
When everything is falling apart
In life, just like in loving
There’s such a thing as trying to hard
You’ve gotta sing
Like you don’t need the money
Love like you’ll never get hurt
You’ve gotta dance
Like nobody’s watching
It’s gotta come from the heart
If you want it to work.
— Kathy Mattea
Written and recorded in West Chester, Chester County, Pennsylvania, USA. Every other song on this album is about the dark or the light. This song is about the light.
Inspired by a couple children that asked me to play keyboards for them while they sang the song “In The Air” from the Disney production Frozen. First the older sister sang it. Then, the younger one decided she wanted to sing it, too.
Written and recorded in King Of Prussia and West Chester, Chester County, Pennsylvania, USA.
LYRICS
The world seems less wild
If you can crack a smile
The beasts turn more mild
Now let’s dance a while
And a 1 and a 2
Here’s a smile for you
Ya know… do the Do-si-do
And Skip to My Lou
Put your left foot in
Put your left foot out
Shout! Win-win
Do the hoochie coochie coo
LYRICS
Scary sorcery
Amen or omen
Evil demon
Or getting lucky
Nose twitches
Familiar with witches
The crossing of a path
God’s wrath
Is left to right alright
Scottish or pettish
Celtic mythology
Fairly fairy genealogy
Death by misfortune
Granting favorable times
The stuff of nursery rhymes
Written and recorded live in West Chester, Chester County, Pennsylvania, USA. Video features a black cat.
The folklore surrounding black cats varies from culture to culture. The Scottish believe that a strange black cat’s arrival to the home signifies prosperity. In Celtic mythology, a fairy known as the Cat Sìth takes the form of a black cat. Black cats are also considered good luck in Japan. Furthermore, it is believed that a lady who owns a black cat will have many suitors. However, in Western history, black cats have often been looked upon as a symbol of evil omens, specifically being suspected of being the familiars of witches, and so most of Europe considers the black cat a symbol of bad luck, especially if one crosses paths with a person, which is believed to be an omen of misfortune and death. In Germany, some believe that black cats crossing a person’s path from right to left, is a bad omen. But from left to right, the cat is granting favorable times.
The black cat in folklore has been able to change into human shape to act as a spy or courier for witches or demons. When the Pilgrims arrived at Plymouth Rock, they brought with them a devout faith in the Bible. They also brought a deepening suspicion of anything deemed of the devil and were a deeply suspicious group. They viewed the black cat as a companion, or a familiar to witches. Anyone caught with a black cat would be severely punished or even killed. They viewed the black cat as part demon and part sorcery. — Wikipedia
LYRICS
While under the attack of a hawk
I heard a bluejay say, “Squawk!”
As I looked around…
I found… something fishy… wishy-washy
The mirage of camouflage
All the while your style
Appearing perched on the edge of the ledge
Like you might jump at any moment
But, wait a minute!
You mean…
All the while before a blue-screen
I mean
All the while before a green-screen?
The mirage of camouflage
Gonna call your bluff
On crying “wolf”
Gonna chill your marrow
When you discover you’re really in peril
You’ve become sterile
So much for tomorrow
Written and recorded live along the Brandywine Creek between Lenape and Chadds Ford, Chester County, Pennsylvania, USA. It was inspired by the wildlife and the imminent danger that humans present (in particular due to global warming.) There was a sucker fish lying on the bottom with camouflage that made it look like shadows.
LYRICS
If you just have dessert
How can you have “just dessert”
Becoming a spoiled thing
Chorus
When you hide behind a veil
Don’t you think it’ll pale
In comparison
When you scream to no avail
You’ve come to the end of the rail (trail)
Feel compression
If you fail to inhale
How to compare a breath of fresh air
Becoming a soiled thing
Chorus
It’s hard to find the truth
Born silver spoon in mouth
Delivered a thing… spoiled
