PLAY FOR ME
R. Martin
Now the door is open
Sing your melody
Play for me, love.
When all the words are spoken
Coarse and empty
Play for me
Play for me, love.
Music is for anyone
who’s open to hear.
There’s nothing between us
But notes in the air.
You are a beauty.
I can see you
In your song
Play for me, love.
JUST ANOTHER HEARTBREAK
R. Martin
Just another heartbreak into another
On a cold December morn
Just another heartbreak into another
All the signs were there forewarned
Time after time you were told
How long before he hit the floor
Were you there watching?
Listen for your own sake
To your mother
Disappearing son
Her lessons are a keepsake
For you and and the others
Now have grown silent every one
Time after time you were told
How long before he hit the floor
Were you there watching?
RISE AND BEGIN
R. Martin
Oh, Lord.
I am changing
There’s nothing left of the ball and chain
If love takes forever
I’m stepping out anyway
Would you go now
In spite of mistakes
If you fall down
You’ll rise and begin
Move along now
As time waits for noone
If you fall down
You’ll rise and begin
Oh, Love.
I’ve forsaken
Anything left of the family name
Some say that God will help us
But God isn’t real or is here today
Would you go now
In spite of mistakes
If you fall down
You’ll rise and begin
Move along now
As time waits for noone
If you fall down
You’ll rise and begin.
ALL DAY LONG SHE WROTE
R. Martin
There’s not a question
She won’t ask forlorn
Though none of the answers she’s bargained for
All day long
A time for fodder
Then a day to seize
She does what she wants to
She’ll do as she pleases
All day long she wrote
Though her hands were tired
There’s nothing she wouldn’t do or say
Her mind’s made up
In the meadow for sounding
That’s how it used to be
Their beauty was blinding
As far as the eye could see
All day long she wrote
Though her hands were tied
There’s nothing she wouldn’t do or say
Her mind’s made up
As for the melody
Its shape is her guide
To trust in it is everything
The waiting is for the wise
Her mind’s made up
THE CRASS ARE CRADLED TOO
R. Martin
I guess one foot on the ground
Will simply have to do
Watching the heady align
Brings out the worst in you
Now everything is a sign
And everyone’s unglued
The people crushed but aligned
The crass are cradled too
The man who’s waving a ring
The girl who’s kept at home
The child who hasn’t a thing
Or anyone at all
If everything is a sign
And all the years untrue
The voice that’s buried alive
The crass are cradled too
Now everything is a sign
Just ask the zealot who
Will look you square in the eye
The crass are cradled too
I guess one foot on the ground
Will simply have to do
Watching the heady align
Brings out the worst in you
THE DARK SKIES THEY CIRCLE
R. Martin
There’s no mistaken that the twilight’s as it used to be
The dark skies, they circle, like a call to arms
Her destiny
Ten steps down
She’s broken now
The hungry
The forsaken
The disciples of supremacy
There’s nothing left for you and I to say
We’re history
This old town has spoken out
They’re all broken now
All that they want is to settle down
Their needs aren’t unwonted
To be safe and sound
Children laughing
Singing
Playing
Listen to what they are saying
When called to love, to hope
We don’t know how
We’re all broken now
TO BE TOLD
R. Martin
Silenced
For years you’d manage your pain
With kindness
But inside the price that you’d pay
It was high
All of the arms that held you
Nothing could stand in its way
Out of the clear it appeared
To be told what happened that day
Violet dreamt of settling down
She hopes for the best
But inside she’s always let down
Inside she’s always let down
All of the arms that held you
Nothing could stand in its way
Out of the clear it appeared
To be told what happened that day
Now that you’re out in the open
Now that you finally can breathe
The cast of the story are old now
But inside the price that you paid
It was high
TO UP AND GO
R. Martin
All the summer long there was a choice to make
A face amongst the crowd the sun was beating down.
You’ve come too far to up and go
Believe me when I tell you so
Just before the dawn there was a calling out
Everyone stood eyes and ears and gaping mouths.
You’ve come too far to up and go
Believe me when I tell you so
All the summer long.
ALL IN
R. Martin
There she goes
She’s off again
Just another show that’s about to begin
The pain
The sorrow
The years
Now there’s nothing but tirades
and screams
and tears
You’ve dug a hole
To crawl into
Are you all in?
FOUR WINDS BLOWING (I DON’T MIND)
R. Martin
I don’t mind your baiting way
What I don’t recognize
Is the state I’m in
Four winds blowing every time you call
I don’t mind
I can’t find the words today
No answers for now
You’ll just have to wait
Step on up and move on in
Who’d have ever thought?
She’d oblige
Just in time
Four winds blowing every time you call
I don’t mind
ON A SUNDAY MORNING
R. Martin
What’s true for some just like a song
Could break your heart
When the sum is framed to mislead them all
The fated cast
With the chances slim to none
Whenever the moment comes
To it may they rise
For the years were long
and the night time, too
On a Sunday morning
They’d had enough
and the world had, too
On a Sunday morning
Now the chances are slim to none
Whenever the moment comes
To it, may they rise
For the years were long
and the night time too
On a Sunday morning
She’d had enough
and the world had, too
On a Sunday morning
GOD IS IN THE DETAILS
R. Martin
In the wake of early morning
Is the crushing task before her
So she’s up before she wants to
and he’s deep inside his pillow
There’s no God that’s in her corner
Oh, but God is in the details
All the small things go unnoticed
In the certainty of slowing
Stay if you want
Don’t change your mind again
For the sake of never knowing
She imagines life alone
Like her youth it’s all romantic
In its innocence and madness
Stay if you want.
Don’t change your mind again
In her time she’ll stand open
Out in the world like she’s never been
Alone but a part of everything
There’s nothing wrong
Just be.
The signs are all deserving.
What’s creeping in?
The need to change
So what has always been is not repeated
EAST ANDOVER
R. Martin
She’s late again
Grab your coat and then
Wake mother from her slumber.
Take her to the bus
Because soon they’ll be waiting
at the corner.
All the times
She couldn’t count if she tried
On her second grade fingers.
Wishing to be with the snow covered trees
In the fields of East Andover.
Late again
What’s the hurry then?
Sometimes mother knows best
“The day’s begun, live it like your last one.”
In the fields of East Andover
