Lucinda Lane, Summer is Over
Lyrics page
1. I Can’t Fall
2. Saturday Night
3. Summer is Over
4. Blame
5. Soft as an Easy Chair
6. Mon Ami
7. Make Believe
8. Bedeviled
9. Are You Back from Where You Were?
10. Pure Fun
11. Where’s the Harm?
(all songs, music and words by Joe Woodard, copyright 2024)
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I Can’t Fall (Joe Woodard)
I can’t fall anymore, I can’t call on those delicate emotions
We’re not so young as we were, when the first time was ringing in our ears
I can’t get a fix on why my mind is playing tricks on me,
But there you go
I’m inclined to forget how to put things together in the first place
chorus:
I can’t fall, I’m standing up
Like in a statuary, the baggage that you carry
I can’t fall for standing up
I can’t break down at noon and recover in time to see the sunrise
I can’t go head over heels without damaging goods along the way
Who knows what to expect when the vehicle of youth gets wrecked and
Washed away
I’ve been pushed down before, now I know where I stand
Just try to budge me
chorus
bridge:
Well, I once fell just once too often for my own god
I’ve nursed those bruises and learned the truth about my own good
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Mr. Saturday Night (Joe Woodard)
Mr. Saturday night, that’s what I thought I heard you say
Must have been a wishful dream getting in the way
You don’t see me, with any frequency
But from this night on, just call me Mr. Saturday Night
There’s no getting around, no sense in getting out of town
Remembering the get-around from when I got around
Making the scene ain’t what it used to be
So life goes on into the endless Saturday night
Mrs. Saturday night warms her toes by the fire
Feet are planted at home, now it’s time to retire
to the living room of the mind
I’m fancy free, or so I’d like to be
From this night on just call me
Mr. Saturday night, Mr. Latter day, call me Mr. Saturday night
That’s Mr. Saturday Night to you
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Summer Is Over (Joe Woodard)
Summer is over
It seems like yesterday we laid on the beaches
Counting the dreams and blue sky days
The seasons are fleeting
It’s so hard to believe that time is a healer
When it keeps stealing day-by-day
We made the kind of foolish promises
That dangle off the lips
And when we found ourselves with time to kill
We took a little trip
Now summer is over
We’ve only got to show these cheap little trinkets
And hearts that were roasted in the sun
Setting on our love
Now summer is over
We put away the clothes and moods of the season
And hope that the next one comes real soon
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Blame (Joe Woodard)
I blamed it on the bossa nova
You blamed it on the boozin’
We blamed it on everything in sight
It’s not over ’til it’s over
Though we can’t win for losin’
And we can’t win what never was a fight
Blame is on our lips again
It’s one thing or another
In this roller coaster sequence of
Events, while waiting for a sign
We tried to hide that sinking feeling
Deep inside the heart and soul
Of love and things we’re dreaming of
But blame rears its head again
bridge:
Blame is just some type of reckless game
Where restless lovers look for clues to timeless mysteries
Blame is just some sort of last resort
Where lovers live for years on end until the bitter end
I blamed it on the time of day
You blamed it on the weather
We blamed it on the flow of time and space
Blame is on our lips again
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Soft as an Easy Chair (for KC) (Joe Woodard)
(rubato intro)
The lady sang the whitest shade of blue
For all we know, she dreamt in pastel hues
One rainy Monday, we all got the news
She was loved to death, preaching death to love’s imposter
Soft as an easy chair, it is
Whatever may seem fair, in love and death
Suspended in the air, take in the view
Savor it day-to-day, we’re putting faith in clouds and songs and you
White as a sheet of snow, that voice
Radio radiance, in past and present
Tense it’s still around, your sound of love
Dressed in a gown of love, so white and sentimental through and through
Through with it all, all things great and small
Will vanish in time and in space
The world you’re escaping, is all but a vapor
Illusion’s contusions we face
Soft as an easy chair, it is
Supple and easy fare, we slide right through it, glide into the air
The love and death and songs you left behind
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Mon Ami (Joe Woodard)
With a flash of foreign eyes, you made your presence known
Unabashed, you laid the lines that hit so close to home
With an ear for flattery, you had your passion play
Who would know I’d be the one to wish that you could stay
chorus:
Mon ami, don’t give me your c’est la vie
Mon ami, there’s more than your au jour d’oui
With a laugh and toss-of-head, you touched my better sense
But when all is said and done, I’ll wonder where you went
Like a ghost who came in from the cold into the flesh
You were here, for stolen moments, scorched my memory
bridge:
Mon ami, if you mean to be free, there’s no argument here
So you know where to go, make a show of yourself
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Make Believe (Joe Woodard)
It’s make believe, we’re living the life
Of great pretenders, great defenders
Of make believe that you’ll be loving me
Making love, I’m dreaming of teaming
Up with someone, with some fun one
Just the likes of you my make believer
We make work by day, by night, make hay
That’s just the old way, your mother’s father
Had to bother
And make believe, we’re savoring kisses
I adore you, I’d explore you, too
It’s make believe, the fantasy is you
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Bedeviled (Joe Woodard)
Bedeviled, it’s just some kind of feeling I’m
Uncivil to you, when you paint me blue
Off the track and sinking fast
These situations rarely last
I love you, but you don’t know me
Bedeviled by the scent of angels in the
Distance, it’s true, I’ve got a fix on you
It’s finder’s keepers in the end
But I’m dangling in the middle of the
Long view, that you afford me
I can live without picket fences
And good moods stretched into sunsets
Your cool abrasions, I need, suddenly
A man obsessed, I need the rest
Bedeviled, the hands of time are slapping me, say
What kind of fool would jump into a pool
Not knowing if it’s hot or cold
Or if she wants to have and hold
I love her, but do I like her?
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Are You Back from Where You Were? (Joe Woodard)
chorus:
Are you back from where you were,
Coming home to the resting place?
Did you navigate the maze again,
Go to roam, to find your resting face?
With memories as souvenirs,
With savvy lingo on a weary tongue,
Salted by a savvy tear?
Are you back for good this time?
v.
Circular motions, spider emotions
Trading up or falling down
Never knowing, town to town
Your heart tends to travel, plans tend to unravel
Think of me just then and there
And if you don’t, brook no despair
v.
Spectacular visions, impromptu decisions
You never know where dreams unfurl
We never know, where in the world
You might go do wander, to restless meander
You learned to chase the compass homeward
You cursed the world, aloud, alone
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Pure Fun (Joe Woodard)
Pure fun is hard to find
When you’ve got a foggy mind
When your lover’s hit the road again
And your friends are hard to find
Pure fun is what you need
So you’ll remember to forget
So you’ll remember that another day
Is just one night away
chorus:
The scent of love is passing through the room
We were hand-in-glove ’til sleight-of-heart set in
My sense of rumor has failed me once again
My sweet young dove has flown to warmer skies
Pure fun is what we had
Back when there was a where and when
Days and nights of dreamers all abuzz
We smiled just because
Pure fun that could be had
By guys and dolls in pickup trucks
By little ones with big ideas
It’s got me hypnotized
Pure fun is just the thing that I need
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