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The View From Here (2018)

by Steve Witt

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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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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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Drunk Enough 04:26
"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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Strange Math 03:18
"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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"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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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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Watchin' Out 03:05
"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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"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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"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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"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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Farm Report 04:26
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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"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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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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released September 30, 2017

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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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