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Heart and HAMMER: The Lyrics

Down in the Hole - Julianna Waters
 
How hard the rock and stone, that is my flesh and bone
how tired is the heart as it descends into the dark,
and goes down
down in the hole.
 
How far down into the deep before we find a way to weep
how far down into the dust before we find a way to trust
how far down
down in the hole
 
Diamonds out of coal dust,
dust out of stone,
nothin’ but the echoes of boot against bone
 
Oh how quiet, oh how sweet, how in the dark we finally see
oh how remarkable the light that gives us comfort in the night
When we’re down
down in the hole
 
I’m just down in the hole, the big black hole
Where the miners go to dig for coal
I’m just down
down in the hole
 
I’m just down
Down and waitin’ ‘round
In the hole
In the hole


Don't Shoot the Messenger - Barry Crannell
 
I am heartache
Nobody knows my face
I’m uninvited
No one can take my place
You try to fight it – when I come around
 
I am hidden
I wait in the wings
No friend of mercy
For beggars or Kings
It makes no difference – when I come around
 
Don’t shoot the messenger – it’s not my choice
Your heart is broken – I’m only the voice
Don’t shoot the messenger – it’s not my fault
You’re wounded – I am the salt
 
I am a lover
That’s been taken away
Ambition
That’s been shattered in a day
You’ll know it’s me – when I come around
 
Ooooh, I live under your skin
Ready to come back again and again and again

 

The Island - Julianna Waters
 
There's an island in the sea
surrounded on all sides
by water that is cold and deep and cruel.
And this island in the sea
is an island only I can see
from a boat I call myself from which I sail.
 
Oh the water roils and boils and coils around my
every move my every waking day.
Oh the island calls with all that lush, green forest I call home.
 
There's and island in the sea
at its center is a hut for me
built from everything the island has to give
Bamboo, rock and bone
vines and orchids are my home,
fruit upon my tongue, moist air inside my lungs.
 
There's and island in the sea
I go there when I can
and lay and watch the clouds as they glide by.
On the island I can sleep,
On the island I can wail and weep,
On the island I am naked, just exactly who I am.

 

Wyoming Skies - Julianna Waters


Little ghost what do you see, in the fragments of your memory?
Trailer cities on cinder blocks, cracker boxes with flimsy locks
Eight years old with her pony tail
playing chicken with the wind as it twirls and sails
 
Playing horses, jump rope in her teeth
trailer kids are geniuses pretending on the cheap
In those wide Wyoming skies
Phantoms of the past are watching with their sad dark eyes,
They’re watching, they’re watching
 
Little ghost tell me what you know - of that cold hard place built on dust and snow
Were those families living out of bounds, unwatched kids and unkept hounds?
Eight years old in a single wide
bunk beds for the sisters with a pocket door that slides
 
Playing horses, jump rope in her teeth
trailer kids are geniuses pretending on the cheap
In those wide Wyoming skies
Phantoms of the past are watching with their sad dark eyes,
They’re watching, they’re watching
 
Eight years old with her pony tail
playing chicken on the wind as it twirls and sails
Playing horses, jump rope in her teeth
trailer kids are geniuses pretending on the cheap
In those wide Wyoming skies
Phantoms of the past are watching with their sad dark eyes,
They’re watching, they’re watching


 
Just Like You - Barry Crannell
 
Isn’t that just like you - to hit the new day runnin’?
Out the door at sunrise - tastin’ the sweet mornin’ dew
And isn’t it just like me - tryin’ to sleep my life away?
When I should be wakin’ up - chasin’ off these tired old blues
 
Isn’t that just like you - to make the best in everything
Find yourself some dandelions - come back with a bouquet or two
Isn’t that just like me - seein’ thorns where you see roses roses
'Cause I know I’m not the only one - livin’ in the heart of you
 
Isn’t that just like you - to say it on a postcard
That you were goin’ somewhere - bound to find somebody new
And isn’t that just like me - not see it comin’
But you signed it “All my love” - isn’t that just like you?
You signed it “All my love” - isn’t that just like you?

 

Pony the Mule - Julianna Waters
 
Give me a horse, give me a mule
Give me a day where there aren't any rules
Give me a night and a fat, lazy moon
And I'll pull on my boots
and saddle that horse
and pony the mule.
 
Give me dog, an old one at that
Give me a lake, and a stick she'll bring back
Give me a fire, then dear pull off my boots
And I'll scratch the dog's ears
and dream of the horse
that ponied the mule.
 
Yoda yoda yodel
Cowgirl's getting older
Yodel while you're at it
throw in a comfy saddle
 
And I'll scratch the dog's ears
and dream of the horse
that ponied the mule.
 
Give me a love, a love that won't die
That's big as the moon in that fat lazy sky
A love I'll still feel when the living is through
and I'll give you a horse,
and we'll saddle up and
pony the mule
 
yes I'll give you a horse
we'll carry the dog and
pony the mule.
Give me a horse
Give me a mule.

 

Deep, Deep Pool - Julianna Waters
 
I found a penny, I found a dime - I found a nickel and its mine all mine
I found a piggy bank covered in slime - at the bottom of a deep deep pool
I found a hammer, I found a nail - I found a crow bar covered with snails
I found screws in a rusty pail - at the bottom of a deep deep pool
 
Finders keepers, mine all mine
Finders keepers, mine all mine
 
I found a fish, I found a frog - I found a snake hiding under a log
I found a salamander big as a dog - at the bottom of a deep deep pool
I found a tree, I found a rock - I found a boot and a worn out sock
I found a watch but it didn’t tick tock - at the bottom of a deep deep pool
 
Finders keepers, mine all mine
Finders keepers, mine all mine
 
I found a toe, I found a hand - I found me playing in the sand
I found a bottle and a frying pan - at the bottom of a deep deep pool
 
Finders keepers, mine all mine
Finders keepers, mine all mine
 


 
Daddy Bakes Bread - Julianna Waters

 

Daddy bakes bread, hot cross buns, caramel rolls, baby, rum-tum-tum
Early to bed, early to rise, kneading the dough with sleep in his eyes while
Baby boy sleeps, baby boy dreams
Daddy bakes bread in his old dungarees, uh-huh
 
Biscuits, bath buns, brioche, bublik, buttery roll
Kolache, panettone, any kind of sweet dough
Mix it, knead it, cut it, shape it, then let it grow
Daddy bakes bread, but it's love don't you know, oh-oh-oh
 
Daddy bakes bread, hot cross buns, caramel rolls, baby, rum-tum-tum
Early to bed, early to rise, kneading the dough with sleep in his eyes while
Baby boy sleeps, baby boy dreams
Daddy bakes bread in his old dungarees, uh-huh
 
Donuts, fritters, funnel cakes and brown Betty, too
Peaches, apples, currants, raisins mixed in a goo
Bake it, cool it, slice it, then he serves it just so
Daddy bakes bread, but it's love don't you know - just
 
Daddy and baby boy against the world
No Wonder bread chocolate chip life that's for sure
 
Easter biscuit, Danish tea ring, Parker house rolls
Raisin bread, dripping cake, fried donut holes
Smell it, see it, slice it, eat it, curl up your toes
Daddy bakes bread, but it's love don't you know - oh-oh-oh
 
Daddy bakes bread, hot cross buns, caramel rolls, baby, rum-tum-tum
Early to bed, early to rise, kneading the dough with sleep in his eyes while
Baby boy sleeps, baby boy dreams
Daddy bakes bread in his old dungarees, uh-huh
 

 

Last Call - Barry Crannell/Bobbie Gallup
 
From the sound I can tell - it’s a hammer and a nail
In plywood where the windows used to be
It’s the nail in a coffin - of a town that’s up and died
The fields are dust, the crops a memory
 
Now it’s
Last call – for the leavin’ train
It ain’t ever comin’ back this way again
We’ve packed up our lives
And we’ll be movin’ on
All aboard – Last Call
 
I was born here, I belonged - walked the fences, worked the farm
Drove the same old rusty tractor as a kid
Seemed like the world couldn’t live without us - it was everything to me
Now it all comes down to the highest bid
 
Now it’s
Last call – for the leavin’ train
It ain’t ever comin’ back this way again
We got our tickets
And we’ll be movin’ on
All aboard – Last Call
 
Ain’t no silver linin’
In clouds that got no rain
Sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel
Ain’t nothin’ but an oncoming train
 
Now it’s lookin’ like
Last Call – the leavin train
It ain’t ever comin’ back this way again
Like driftin’ tumbleweed
We’ll keep rollin’ on
All aboard Last call
All Aboard Last call
All aboard

 

 

 

 

Lucky Ukulele - Julianna Waters
If my heart were just a room
I’d weave dreams on a little loom
from my easy chair,
there would be a pair
sitting at and angle by the fire
and you could be there with me
and play the ukulele.
If my heart were just a room.
If my heart were just a room
lavender would always bloom
and a meadow lark,
exclamation mark,
would build herself a nest right on my desk,
and she would stay there with me
while we played our ukuleles.
If my heart were just a room.
I guess I’m just one person
a fraction of the crowd
a singulary soul,
please insert drum roll,
a lyric writing lady friend
who wants you to grow old.
If my heart were just a room,
I’d write you letters all after noon
with my favorite pen
stopping now and then
to wonder at the horseshoe ’bove my door,
and you would be there with me
playing lucky ukulele,
if my heart were just a room.
if my heart were just a room.
just a room....
Heart in His Pocket - Julianna Waters
I like the way we dance in the kitchen when we’re cooking just for two
I like the way we yuk it up over some silly thing you do
I like the way you smell at night when I’m so restless I can’t sleep
I like to find your big old feet beneath the flannel sheets
You're the guy who feeds the dog - grinds the coffee in a fog
You're the man with a heart in his pocket
And that heart is mine, mine, mine.
I like the way you pop the cork on a bottle of Pinot Gris
I like the way you pour it out with just a little more for me
I like the way you flirt on the weekends, I like the way you kiss good night
I like the way you don’t back down when I’m itchin’ for a fight
You’re the guy who feeds the cat - says I’m cute when I’m just fat
You’re the man with a heart in his pocket
And that heart is mine, mine, mine.
I like the way you cry at the movies when the story breaks your heart
I like the way you pull me close whenever I fall apart
I like the way you warm the room up when you think I’m in the mood
I like the way you talk real soft and do the things you do
You’re the guy who curls my toes - knows which way my river flows
You’re the man with a heart in his pocket - and that heart is mine, mine, mine.
You’re the man with a heart in his pocket
and that heart is mine, mine, mine.