1. |
Where Were We?
03:54
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"Where Were We?"
Written, recorded and performed by Steve Witt © 2018
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
Where were we?
Can we pick it up along the way?
A little bit at a time
Often works out fine
No matter how fast you go
We’ll take it to the finish line
So lay back now
And take a little off your mind
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
Going nowhere
Leaving things where they lay
A little bit at a time
Often works out fine
No matter how far you go
We’ll take it to the finish line
So lay back now
And take a little off your mind
(instrumental)
A little bit at a time
Often works out fine
No matter how fast or slow
There’s only one finish line
So lay back now
And take a little off your mind
On a warm summer night
After a long hot summer day
Lazing on a foothill lawn
To gaze across a desert plain
Where were we
Can we pick it up along the way
Heat lightning
A million miles away
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2. |
Pretty Butterfly
03:36
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Pretty Butterfly
Words and Music 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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3. |
Drunk Enough
04:26
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"Drunk Enough"
Words and Music by Steve Witt ©2014
Yeah I think I’m drunk enough now, I can go to bed
I think I’m drunk enough now, I can go to bed
This is what can happen when you creep into my head
Don’t recall your looks, but I remember what you said
And I think I’m drunk enough now, I can go to bed
Like a coyote in the moonlight, in a vacant lot
Outside an apartment, where the lights are soft
Drained a bottle, and filled my head
With images of you, in someone else’s bed
Coyote in the moon, in this empty lot
The milky way was pulsing, stars were bolting here and there
Staggered to the doorway, struggled to the stairs
The moon was in the hallway, the ghost was in his chair
interlude
Next day you’re comin' ‘round like . . . everything’s just fine
How could you even begin with . . . everything’s just fine
You said you wanted to but couldn’t, you tried to do it, but
Something was obstructing, and blocked the barn door shut
And so you truly believed, that everything was fine . . . you said . . .
It’s not until the circus clown jumps through the ring of fire
And goes down apple bobbing on the boys in the choir
’Til then it’s batting practice, no conscience is required
interlude
I still cannot believe, that’s what you said
I still cannot believe it, but that’s what you said
Thirty some years later and that thought, to me
Comes from somewhere else way on down the galaxy
No, I still cannot believe, that’s what you said
And I think I’m drunk enough now, I can go to bed
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4. |
Strange Math
03:18
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"Strange Math"
Words & Music, Performance & Recording by Steve Witt © 2015
Eleven plus six is five
Kicking this thing into hyperdrive
Down the road 400 miles
Meet’n my baby at 12th and Jive
She said she’d be waiting at five o’one
She said she’d be waiting at five o’one
Eleven plus seven is six
If I get there then it’s pick-up-sticks
She’s giving me this one last chance
To elevate this clumsy dance
I see you there with your thumb out son
But I can’t slow down for anyone
instrumental
Five-o’two the train pulls in
Five-o’nine her life begins
Eleven plus four is three
Highway thoughts are doggin' me
I’m falling through the water deep
Legs and arms are fast asleep
She said she’d be waiting at five o’one
She said she’d be waiting at five o’one
instrumental
Five-o’two the train pulls in
Five-o’nine her life begins
Eleven plus six is five
At the line right on the dime
To a happy but tentative smile
Gotta be good for many a mile
At five-o’two the train arrives
Trust and love are mortified
I wish I could tell you this story’s end
It’s somewhere down around the bend
One thing I can say, we’ve lived
Happily after for several days
Five-o’two the train pulls in
Five-o’two the train pulls in
Five-o’two the train pulls in
She keeps a ticket open end
Five-o’two the train pulls in
And every twenty four again
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5. |
Crooked Smile
02:40
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"Crooked Smile"
Words & Music by Steve Witt ©2017
Looking at the way behind me
Looking back, looking back
So far back it’s hard to find me
Moments now I see
Heard stories of a life begun
Looking back, looking back
A mother had a second son
Laughing from day one
Chicken pox and training wheels
Monkey bars, the Man of Steel
Baseball gloves and fishing reels
All left out in the rain
I ran so fast ran past the wind
Felt it’s joy upon my skin
First time that my head did spin
Still remember now
Hated school and loved to play
Looking back, looking back
Learned a little anyway
Surprises me to say
Crooked teeth and crooked smile
Looking back, looking back
Lefty crooked was my style
Laughing all the while
Somewhere down along the way
The smile began to fade away
If you ask I cannot say
Don’t know when or why
I see it in old photographs
It makes me smile it makes me laugh
Gonna get that old face back
Crooked teeth and all
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6. |
Looking Straight Ahead
03:28
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Looking Straight Ahead
Words & Music, Performance & Recording by Steve Witt © 2015
C Am
Looking from behind my eyes
Dm G
Barring a reflection
C Am
I am firmly in my prime
Dm G
With help of mis-direction
F G
I can see my friends have aged
C F
Some of them look wise
Dm G
And some of them have taken shapes
Cmaj7 Fmaj7
I can not recognize
Dm G
But me I’m looking straight ahead
C Am
Sometimes side to side
Em G Am
But never in the looking glass
Dm F G
There’s nowhere there to hide
C Am
Looking from behind my eyes
Dm G
Beyond these arms of steel
C Am
Beyond this torso tough and tanned
Dm G
And slender as an eel
F G
The one thing I can never do
C F
And keep this vision sound
Dm G
This beauty would disintegrate
Cmaj7 Fmaj7
If I were to look down
Dm G
You can be my travel chum
C Am
So many things we’ll do
Em G Am
But you must never look at me
Dm F G
I’ll never look at you
C Am
We’ll travel all our youthful days
Dm G
To places near and far
C Am
And all of those who gaze on us
Dm G
Will wonder who we are
F G
And if someday we’re fooled into
C F
Looking in a mirror
Dm G
We will never be aware
Cmaj7 Fmaj7
That you and I appear
Dm G
We’ll wonder who those old folks are
C Am
Such sorry looking fray
Em G Am
We’ll shrug our mighty shoulders
Dm F G
And go upon our way
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7. |
Watchin' Out
03:05
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"Watchin' Out"
Written, recorded & performed by Steve Witt ©2016
You fooled her into to being your bedtime friend
It turned back on you, now you’re in love again
Your heart beats at a steady purr
There’s nothing in your head but her
You fall so quick, you fall so fast
To any pretty face who’ll ask
But who gets lost and who gets lashed
When love is lowered to half mast
Maybe you’re in love
Maybe you’re just lonely
Watchin’ out for the one and only
Watchin’ out for the one and only
And you will know with time
If it was love or just a line
Don’t be foolin' with another human’s heart
It’s not a toy for you to tear apart
You fall so quick, you fall so fast
To any pretty face who’ll ask
Then you get lost and she gets lashed
When love is lowered to half mast
Maybe you’re in love
Maybe you’re just lonely
Watchin’ out for the one and only
Watchin’ out for the one and only
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8. |
If I Came After You
04:17
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"If I Came After You"
Written by Steve Witt & Kirk Stirland ©2016
Recorded and performed by Steve Witt
Ohhhh, sweet love . . . from the past
Love of a life that had no chance
Together just long enough, long ago
To set a fire that still glows
There’s an ember that burns my hidden soul
That part of me that never shows
You went your way and I went mine
We were a casualty of changing times
Two hearts torn from each other by the force
Of young lives on diverging course
All that bound us together long ago
Ran off in the melting snow
I went out of my head, to see it all end
But I can see now, we never could have made it then
I wonder if you . . . think about me
Swept under the rug, somewhere in your memory
If I came after you one day
Would you send me on my lonesome way
Or would we find out how . . . who we are right now
Ties to who we were back then
A taste of passion inhaled from memory
But just now I’d love your company
I went out of my head, to see it all end
But I can see now, we never could have made it then
I wonder if you . . . think about me
Swept under the rug, somewhere in your memory
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The Other Side Of The Clock
Words & Music, Performance & Recording by Steve Witt © 2016
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, 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
Long at last alone together
Nothing ever could be better
Than your lips, 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
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10. |
God's Trigger Finger
04:23
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"God's Trigger Finger"
Written, recorded & performed by Steve Witt ©2011
God created good
Good created bad
They’re both part of the same
With separate hearts, and different names
One heart’s on the right
One is on the left
One embodies warmth and light
The other one is cleft
Somewhere in between
Is where he’s usually seen
Up there where the ravens glide
Down where the vultures feed
God created wolves
God created man
God created sheep
And we all lay claim to the lambs
God rethinks his plan
Buries arrows in the sand
Is man worth this much work?
Has my sidekick gone berserk?
Is bad just a bad dream?
Are peace and harmony obscene?
Work and dirt and sweat?
Or do you steal what you can get?
What makes good so good?
When is bad so bad?
It all comes down to lines we draw
In the swirling sand
You draw your line here
She draws her line there
But when the winds spin the sand
The lines disappear
God is in a mood
The devil hums a tune
Predator and prey
Wonder what will come today
Where does God reside?
Is the devil by his side?
They’re both up on the bluff
Just wait until they’ve had enough
Snakes are in the rocks
Scorpions in socks
Mosquitos in your face
He put them all into this place
Vultures overhead
Spy the soon to be dead
The devil gives a nod
And so does God
His finger feels the itch
As greed gallops down the road
Followed by the hangers on
Promised pay in gold
God’s up on the slope
Sighting down through his scope
His finger pulls to squeeze
His verdict through the breeze
Some possess the art
To never miss the heart
A bullet in the chest
Call it death or call it blessed
The devil’s line is here
God’s is over there
But when the winds spin the sand
The lines disappear
The devil’s line is over here
God’s is over there . . . . . . . .
But when the wind blows trouble in
The lines . . . . . . . . disappear
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11. |
Wind River Wind
04:09
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"Wind River Wind"
Written, performed and recorded by Steve Witt ©2016
Have you ever gone silly for a sweet smelling breeze
If you have the same thing has happened to me
If you’ve got a swinging door she might drift in
Trying to sweet talk the Wind River Wind
She feels so soft and she tastes so sweet
I’m falling in love and I’m falling asleep
Wake up in the morning when the sun pours in
The screen door’s banging in the Wind River Wind
What’s that storm cloud on the way?
The forecast was for a sunny day
Don’t like to worry so I put on a grin
Had me a beer with the Wind River Wind
Now the windows are whistling and the house starts to shake
I’m beginning to think I might have made a mistake
I put on my mask and my suit and my fins
Ready to tangle with the Wind River Wind
Have you ever seen a twister that could take down the sun
Tear off a roof or two just for fun
Then knocks on your door and asks sweetly “can I come in” ?
Riding the waves of the Wind River Wind
I hope she don’t take me this time where I’ve already been
Beatin’ my head against the Wind River Wind
Beatin’ my head against the Wind River Wind
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12. |
Farm Report
04:26
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Farm Report
Written, performed & recorded by Steve Witt ©2016
The fool who said “It’s a small world”
Must fly in jets everywhere
Roll your wheels on the highway
Takes a long while from here to there
Night and day on the highway
Singin’ along with the radio
Hopin’ to hell to hear Merle Haggard
But it’s “The Farm Report” once more
The April wind blows against me
Headin’ west across the plains
And when the night falls on Nebraska
Still chasing dreams through the rain
Beneath Nebraska skies
My radio hums
To the west it’s clear
So here I come
Towards the cool Rocky Mountains
Where I wish this trip could end
Maybe spend some time in Denver
Or in those mountains up ahead
The road goes on and I keep rollin’
To the canyon lands beyond
On the red rock walls where time is written
Think of them old cowboy songs
Pull on a slot machine at breakfast
Lose the silver dollar that was change
And that traffic jam in Vegas
At 3 AM seemed strange
Beneath Nevada skies
My radio hums
To the west it’s clear
So here I come
Night and day on the highway
Singin’ along with the radio
Hopin’ to hell to hear Merle Haggard
But it’s “The Farm Report” once more
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13. |
Intellectual Shepherd
04:52
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"Intellectual Shepherd"
Words & Music by Steve Witt ©2011
Wave the good wife goodbye
Check for my bag of wine
Singing the sheep to town
Singing another round
Round after round
Morning is ended soon
Gone is the afternoon
Camp for the night and then
Lay down your empty heads
White as the moon
Restless unsatisfied
Stars in the twilight sky
Shoot me a tail or two
Falling from black to blue
Telling their tales
Of people who tend the sheep
People who never sleep
Watching the stars all night
Make sure they don't collide
And wake up the sheep
Here comes the day again
Almost a boring trend
'rose in the east again
Wind from the west again
Never does change
Wave the good stars goodbye
Check for my bag of wine
Singing the sheep to town
Singing another round
Round after round
Singing the sheep to town
Singing another round
Round after round
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14. |
I Can't Do It
04:37
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I Can't Do It
Written, recorded & performed by Steve Witt ©2012
I’ve got a little problem, I’d like to discuss
If you have a moment or two
It has a bit to do with anatomy
Human physiology too
I can’t do it no more, baby
I can’t do it no more you see
Once upon a time I was the talk of the town
Now they’d only laugh at me
Maybe it’s the food, maybe it’s the booze
Maybe my sedentary style
I’m sure you never missed it, anyway
But we haven’t made love for awhile
‘cause I can’t do it no more, baby
The bubbles are gone from my fizz
My ego is scarred, the humility is hard
But that’s the only thing that is
I know there’s a pill, to bring back the thrill
But it would be a lonely affair
It’s not much fun at the fireworks show
If I’m the only one who’s there
I can’t do it no more, baby
Even if you wanted me to
Shut off the valve, there’s a knot in the hose
And I think my face is turning blue
Now if I had a dime, for every time
I wanted to make love to you
We’d never have to worry ‘bout money again
And you could buy yourself a whole lot of shoes
I can’t do it no more baby
What’s goin’ on down there?
Seems like a waste of valuable space
But it looks good in my underwear
I can’t do it no more, baby
I guess that’ll be okay
I can’t do it anymore
And you don’t want to anyway
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Steve Witt Fort Collins, Colorado
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