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"The Other Side Of The Clock"
Words and Music by Steve Witt ©2021
Performed and Recorded by Steve Witt ©2021
I’m on the other side of the clock from you
From where we were before
I was east and you were west
Now I’m on a far western shore
And I like this clock no less or more
Than the one I had before
This thing called time is so much better
With our face and hands together
Fingers, lips, eyes and breath
Hearts keep time from breast to chest
And time gets lost to loneliness
Forgotten in this loveliness
Long at last alone together
Nothing ever could be better
Than your lips and eyes and face
Offered for my lips to taste
Breathing now in unison
Love enough to warm the sun
I’m wondering about your distant weather
And if we’ll tie our hearts together
The hour hands are off again
I’m aching for my loving friend
Instrumental
Long at last alone together
Nothing ever could be better
Than your lips and eyes and face
Offered for my lips to taste
Breathing now in unison
Love enough to warm the sun
To hold you close is so much better
Than lovesick poems and lonely letters
Eyes connect at unknown depth
Hands caress and bodies mesh
And time gets lost to loneliness
Forgotten in this loveliness
Time gets lost to loneliness
Forgotten in this loveliness
Time gets lost to loneliness
Forgotten in this loveliness
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2. |
Sweet Dreams
05:25
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"Sweet Dreams"
Written, performed and recorded by Steve Witt ©2021
I want to have a talk, with the guy who writes my dreams
Here I am, the leading man, if it were up to me
I’d have a few more love scenes,
Less insecurities,
And a little down time to try to get some sleep
I’d like to have a chat, with the guy in antiquities
The guy who’s throwing out, all my memories
Rather than just toss them out
The better plan would be
Have the best ones replay in my dreams
Dreams, dreams, I want sweet dreams
Last night’s is not what I mean
There I was, out on the town
With my butt hanging out of a hospital gown
Out on the town in a hospital gown
I want all of my dreams
Dripping in greeting card themes
Wallowing in sentimentality
Dreams, dreams, dreams,
Dreams, dreams, dreams,
Once in a dream, your life it hung by a thread
I was asleep when I lifted you up off the bed
You said “what are you doing?”
I said “just trust me my love”
I’m saving you . . . from the elephants
I’m saving you from the charging elephants
Dreams, dreams, I want sweet dreams
Last night’s dream was so extreme
Friendly, smiling George
Jumped off the dam at Flaming Gorge
Jumped off the dam at Flaming Gorge
Woke up in a sweat down on the floor
I don’t want this dream any more
There he is up on that ledge
I watched him drop right off the edge
I don’t want this dream any more
I want all of my dreams
Dripping in greeting card themes
Wallowing in sentimentality
I set the table without knives
The night I cooked for all my ex-wives
They hit it off famously
None of them remembered me
Dreams, dreams, dreams,
Dreams, dreams, dreams
I want sweet dreams
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Going Somewhere
04:16
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"Going Somewhere"
Words and music by Steve Witt ©2020
Recorded and performed by Steve Witt
Where were we?
Can we pick it up from where we were?
Heat lightning
You can feel the breezes stir
On a warm summer night
After a long hot summer day
Lazing on a foothill lawn
To gaze across a desert plain
We were going somewhere
But broken down along the way
A little bit at a time
Often works out fine
No matter how fast or slow
We’ll take it to the finish line
We’re gonna lay back now
Try to take a little off our minds
Going nowhere
If you’re going there let me know
‘Cause I have been there
And I know the best way to go
It’s a lovely place to stay
Just leave things where they lay
An instant destination
No journey in the way
Too long in Nowhere
We’re leaving here today
You and me, on the mend
Down the road, ‘round the bend
Things are looking up again
Don’t you know it, my old friend
A little bit at a time
Often works out fine
No matter how fast or slow
We’ll take it to the finish line
“Leaving Nowhere”
Were the words on the highway sign
You and me, on the mend
Down the road, ‘round the bend
Things are looking up again
Like they did, way back when
On that warm summer night
After a long hot summer day
Lazing on a foothill lawn
To gaze across a desert plain
We were going somewhere
We’ll be showing up there . . . someday
Heat lightning
A million miles away
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4. |
Where's The Problem?
03:37
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"Where's The Problem?"
Words and music by Steve Witt ©2020
Recorded and performed by Steve Witt
Where’s the problem?
I don’t feel torn I don’t feel trapped
I’m not falling off the map
It’s here I’m rooted
In morning light
I’m just an ordinary joe
There’s nowhere I need to go
Except the bathroom
But I am bothered
By the lessening of time
The elusiveness of rhyme
Beyond my reason
I’m only troubled
That our time could be cut short
Because my time with you is sort
Of all I care for
But there’s nothing I can do
To ensure these dreams come true
There is not a witch’s brew
To guarantee that
I can only
Cross my fingers cross my toes
That kind breezes often blow
In our direction
To be together
To feel you next to me
Is the only thing I need
Except some breakfast
And this guitar
And good health for you and me
May mutual longevity
Be our good fortune
But there’s nothing I can do
To ensure these dreams come true
There is still no witch’s brew
That guarantees that
So I guess now
That’s all I have to say
So let’s enjoy the day
And then the evening
And in the morning
When I feel you next to me
Heating up my chemistry
Dogs curled at our knees
Birds singing in the trees
Grasses waving in the breeze
A question comes to me
Who will make coffee?
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5. |
Angry Dude
04:42
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"Angry Dude"
Words and Music by Steve Witt ©2018
Recorded and performed by Steve Witt
There’s been a bit of darkness ‘round the edges these days
Maybe I can play it away
Shove it all back into his ugly old shack
Until he shows again some other day
He’s always there even when he’s not
Seen by me or anyone else
He’s hiding behind the curtains and blinds
In the closet or up on the shelf
He’s deeply disturbed, be assured
He is not invited to stay
And if I pick up this guitar and play
I’m hoping it’ll drive him away
He’s bleak and he's mean and he's nobody's friend
He's down at the end of the bar
He thinks if he drinks he can cheer himself up
But he never really gets very far
And sometimes when he gets fed up with that
He comes hangin’ ‘round my door
And mostly I don’t even know that he’s there
But sometimes he’s so hard to ignore
He’s deeply disturbed, be assured
He is not invited to stay
And if I pick up this guitar and play
I’m hoping it’ll drive him away
He hasn’t come by for quite a long time
Since I fell in love with you
But time wore thin the strength within
And that’s when he slipped me the blues
He’s always there even when I’ve forgot
He ever was there at all
Hiding behind the veil of a drug
Waiting for a slip or a fall
He’s deeply disturbed, be assured
He is not invited to stay
And if I pick up this guitar and play
I’m hoping it’ll drive him away
Some people call him black dog
‘Chain him out behind the barn
I just call him that angry dude
Alone at the end of the bar
And if I pick up this guitar and play
I’m hoping it’ll drive him away
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6. |
Forgotten Faces
04:18
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"Forgotten Faces"
Words & Music by Steve Witt ©2019
Performed & Recorded by Steve Witt
Hey look there’s a face I see
Once part of this family
Once he was on bended knee
Then married to sweet Emily
Seldom speaking, silent spaces
Hidden thoughts, glances, traces
Sadness behind empty faces
Arguments replace embraces
Sometimes love is not enough
Sometimes love is fooled by passion
Snake oil sales, bottled trust
Long expired and out of fashion
Extended consequences here
The one who left had become dear
To others in the family
And now whose face we will not see
But that’s the way it goes you know
Sometimes faces come and go
Photo books with ripped out pages
Gradually forgotten faces
Sometimes love is not enough
Problems swallow best intentions
Fingers point instead of touch
Anger blaming flaming senses
Signs of love, pushed away
Left to languish in the dust
Tenderness and caring flayed
By bullied senses calloused trust
Faces come and go from this picture
A landscape where not everything is clear
It’s kind of like a card trick, sleight of hand
Look away and back, a face has disappeared
Sometimes love is not enough
All we can offer is compassion
Love left lying in the dust
Down there with the ghosts of passion
But where one face has come and gone
Another face might come along
And sing to you an honest song
The one you wanted all along
Sometimes love is not enough
Sometimes love is fooled by passion
Snake oil sales, bottled trust
Long expired and out of fashion
Sometimes love is not enough
All we can offer is compassion
Love left lying in the dust
Down there with the ghosts of passion
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Bewildered
04:02
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"Bewildered"
Words and Music by Steve Witt ©2018
Recorded and performed by Steve Witt
Only the first sip of wine I’ll remember
Only the first taste of buttery brie
But the first time I saw your face I was bewildered
And I know that I always will be
I feel a thrill every time that I see you
Each time you walk through the door
And any time I can get my arms around you
The only thing I want is more
So many joys last but a heartbeat
They’re here and gone like birds in the trees
But the rarest of joys strum on the heartstrings
With eternal rhythm like waves on the sea
And being with you
Is what does that for me
I view my life as an education
Learned from each fall from a tree
And I’ve learned a small bit from each time I was broken
And that’s how I’ve come to be me
The last tree I climbed was a flowering beauty
The birds and the butterflies clung to her side
But one day that beauty fell to the ground
And the birds and the butterflies cried
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8. |
Moments In Decades
04:39
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"Moments In Decades"
Words and Music by Steve Witt ©2018
Recorded and performed by Steve Witt
Cecil the pelvis, 8 year old Elvis
Rockin’ Hound Dog in my third grade room
Striking lightning, pulsing, frightening
Launched me to the moon
Played his guitar not like a-ringin’ a bell
More like banging on a garbage can
And he shook all around and jumped up and down
Education I could understand
This is just one moment
One I still recall
I’d say the years are all a blur
No, not a blur at all
Just a lot of empty space
Question marks in time
Moments in decades, moments in decades
Are all that I can find
Jujubes, licorice sticks, Jujyfruits, Dots
Monte Vista matinee thrills
King Kong, Moby Dick, black and white blood
The Day The Earth Stood Still
Nightmares, monsters, atom bombs
Woke me up at night with chills
Vats of acid, floating heads
The House on Haunted Hill
But these are just some moments
Ones I still recall
I’d say the rest is all a blur
No, not a blur at all
Just a lot of empty space
Question marks in time
Moments in decades, moments in decades
Are all that I can find
If you asked about my life, and said
“Try to tell it all”
I’d say I don’t remember much
Not too much at all
Just a lot of empty space
Nothin’ much there at all
Moments in decades
Are all that I recall
(instrumental break)
Cecil the pelvis, 8 year old Elvis
Rockin’ Hound Dog in my third grade room
Striking lightning, pulsing, frightening
Launched me to the moon
He played his guitar not like a-ringin’ a bell
More like banging on a garbage can
Cecil the pelvis, skinny black Elvis
Rockin’ me to what I am
And all the years from there to here
Nothin’ much there at all
Moments in decades
Moments in decades
Are all that I recall
Just a lot of empty space
Nothin’ much there at all
Moments in decades
Are all that I recall
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9. |
Looking Straight Ahead
03:53
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"Looking Straight Ahead"
Words and Music by Steve Witt © 2015
Recorded and Performed by Steve Witt © 2021
Looking from behind my eyes
Barring a reflection
I am firmly in my prime
With help of mis-direction
I can see my friends have aged
Some of them look wise
And some of them have taken shapes
I can not recognize
But me I’m looking straight ahead
Sometimes side to side
But never in the looking glass
There’s nowhere there to hide
Looking from behind my eyes
Beyond these arms of steel
Beyond this torso tough and tanned
And slender as an eel
The one thing I can never do
And keep this vision sound
This beauty would disintegrate
If I were to look down
You can be my travel chum
So many things we’ll do
But you must never look at me
I’ll never look at you
We’ll travel all our youthful days
To places near and far
And all of those who gaze on us
Will wonder who we are
And if someday we’re fooled into
Looking in a mirror
We will never be aware
That you and I appear
We’ll wonder who those old folks are
Such sorry looking fray
We’ll shrug our mighty shoulders
And go upon our way
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10. |
Pretty Butterfly
03:35
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Pretty Butterfly
Words and Music and by Steve Witt ©2018
Performed and Recorded by Steve Witt ©2018
It’s been so long
So long since you’ve been gone
It seems so long
For you to be away
And as I write
These words to you, I wish I knew
What’s it like out there?
What do you do from day to day?
Way back when
When we were best of friends
We always knew
There’d be another day
Hand in hand
We saw this world a happy place
And life was ours
Life was here to stay
You showed us all how to live
Always something to love and something to give
It’s always near, that day you flew away from here
Now we see you sometimes soaring over the hills
We see you now
In all the things you loved
You watch us now
From wings above
I see you there
Soaring in the mountain tops
Or fluttering upon
A wildflower summer day
I heard your Meadowlark song
Sparkling up from the sage
I heard you bugling with the Elk
On a frosty day
I saw you flutter by
A pretty butterfly today
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11. |
Positively
02:37
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"Positively"
Written, performed and recorded by Steve Witt ©2018
He positively is the one
He’s positively lying scum
But he’s your fool that’s all it means to you
Shouting matches, ugly faces
Got you into higher places
Hatred screams and yells, that’s what you do
But truth will speak in quiet tones
I know who burned this hole into my soul
You know the truth you couldn’t care
Truth never got you anywhere
The loudest liar gets the biggest chair
You represent an angry mob
You hide behind a cruel god
And those who vote for you are rich or scared
But I am not afraid of you
I know who burned this hole into my soul
Give this man a job for life
His mother dressed him up real nice
The only thing we’ll sacrifice is truth
Justice is this liar’s whim
And all the others just like him
Truth is locked and buried in a tomb
But you will never bury me
I know who burned this hole into my soul
You know he’s lying, you don’t care
You’re just like him, you’ve been there
You could be the next one to go down
You must think it’s quite amusing
When the rapist of your choosing
Sits for life on the highest court around
But you are not amusing me
I know who burned this hole right through my soul
Truth will speak in quiet tones
I know who burned this hole into my soul
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Steve Witt Fort Collins, Colorado
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