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Going Somewhere (2019​/​20​/​21)

by Steve Witt

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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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Sweet Dreams 05:25
"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" 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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"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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Angry Dude 04:42
"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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"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
"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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"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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"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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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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Positively 02:37
"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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released January 1, 2019

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Steve Witt Fort Collins, Colorado

Some folks I know think that folk music is to be played softly. And therefore is lame. Well, maybe some is. But I want mine played LOUD!

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