Lucinda Lane, Summer is Over   

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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

 

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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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Where’s the Harm?                   (Joe Woodard)

 

Where’s the harm, I’d be hard-pressed to know

When no one is looking, there’s nothing to show for

It’s under the table, you slip me a note or a warm slip of skin

A white shade of pale in the face of a night

Of furtive e-mailing, such love bathed in spite

I fell fast asleep just to see where my mind might take me this time

 

Where is the harm if you can’t account for where you’ve been

I was your confessor, we were just friends

I knew you when, you’ll know me then

We know it’s true

 

You were late, much later than I’d been before this

Before we were hazy

A private affair conducted in strict confidentially yours

Where’s the charm in seeing the sunrise

Through dusty panes, the windows need cleaning again and again

And like you said “who will be guilty this time?”