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Pocketful of Change
03:55
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Pocketful of Change
V: She put a penny on the railroad track
Steel wheels crushed that penny flat
She picked up the copper it was hot, but
She put that penny in her pocket
She walked along the tracks back home
She’s got a pocketful of change
V: She flipped a nickel in the wishing well
Watched it spin around as it fell
So deep she didn’t hear it hit the water
She just kept on wishing harder
She closed her eyes and wished away
She wants a pocketful of change
B: Faith is blind and luck is dumb
Praying’s fine but cussing’s fun
She knows exactly where she’s from
But not exactly where she’s going
She’s just knowing that she needs a little change
V: She slid a dime into the slot
Turned the handle to see what she got
It’s just a little prize but it’s something new
Reminds her of a girl that she once knew
That laughed and sang and ran and played
With a pocketful of change
V: She put a quarter in the meter
She hope’s an hour is all she’ll need
Time is precious ‘cause it ‘s all she’s got
‘cept for some coins on the shelf in a coffee pot
Coins she’s saving for a rainy day
When she’ll need a pocketful of change
B: Faith is blind and luck is dumb
Praying’s fine but cussing’s fun
She knows exactly where she’s from
But not exactly where she’s going
She’s just knowing
that she needs a little change
V: She put a penny on the railroad track
Steel wheels crushed that penny flat
A penny ain’t worth much these days
She thought about letting that penny lay
But she picked it up and walked on home
She’s got a pocketful of change
Pocket full of change
Pocket full of change
Pocket full of change
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2. |
Gomez
03:15
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Gomez
V. Gomez sits at the corner table
His hair is black and shiny like the top of the table
He points to his glass and Sheila brings him another
She says “sorry to hear”, and he nods and he smiles
Ch. He hums…
My love is a painted rose
A china doll with a broken nose
A paper cup that is full of holes
My love, my sweet, sweet love
V. Lila sits next to Gomez in the booth in the corner
Her tears shine reflected from the top of the table
She huddles in closer to force him to hold her
She always feels cold, and he always warms her
Ch. She sings…
My love is long stem rose
A porcelain doll with a pretty white nose
A champagne glass with a stem that holds
My love, my sweet sweet love
B. In this part of town bars are for windows
In this part of town you drink to remember
In this part of town you wish you’d forget
The faces you wish you could remember
V. Gomez nods bye to Sheila and tips her a twenty
He grabs Lila’s hand and pulls her up from the table
With his eyes he vows that this is the last time
With their eyes they bury this place and move on
Ch. They sing
Our love is autumn rose
A baby doll that has no clothes
Save the next glass for someone with something to lose
Our love, our sweet sweet love
Our love, our sweet sweet love.
Copyright 2016 Dennis Russell
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3. |
She Stood
05:08
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She Stood
Verse: She stood on the rock and sang
She sang and strummed her guitar
On that rock, she made her stand
No one else was watching
Her voice cried loud and long
Swept by the four winds
Carried far across the sky
She stood on the rock and sang
Verse: She stood on the rock and sang
She sang and strummed her guitar
The chords filled up the river
And flowed like fingers reaching
Waving through the stream
Streaming to the sea
Splashing on the bank
She stood on the rock and sang
B: Will anybody hear?
Will anybody feel?
Will anybody see?
That some things should be sacred
She stood on the rock and sang
Verse: She stood on the rock and sang
She sang and strummed her guitar
Every strum became a drum
To summon all her people
Rhythm met the land
Trembled through the earth
Beat into the bones
She stood on the rock and sang
B: Can you hear?
Can you feel?
Can you see?
That everything is sacred
She stood on the rock and sang
Verse: She stood on the rock and sang
She sang and strummed her guitar
On the stone where the earth and sky
And the river asked for safety
Her voice cried loud and long
Swept by the four winds
Carried far across the sky
Rumbling through the ground
Flowing in the river’s current
She stood on the rock and sang
She stood on the rock and sang
She stood on the rock and sang
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4. |
Santa Fe
03:12
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Santa Fe
Verse: She couldn’t take another day
Of the sunny and the warm
After all, it was December
And she needed to see some snow
She packed up her Toyota
With her guitar, her clothes and games
Took I-15 to I-40,
up 25 to Santa Fe
Verse: She couldn’t take another minute
Of LA’s endless summer winters
She needs the changing of the seasons
To feel that time is passing by
Adios Jose and Margarita
Goodbye to Jennifer and Dave
She loves the people, hates the traffic
She’s heading back to Santa Fe
Bridge: She just never felt at home
She couldn’t help but feel alone
Where boys never grow up to be men
They just spend
Their days and nights looking off towards the ocean
Verse: She couldn’t take another second
Waiting for the light to change
She needs a higher altitude
She’s heading home to Santa Fe
She knows that she’ll be good
At least OK in Santa Fe
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5. |
Body
02:29
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Body
If you find my body let it burn
Give the ashes to the ground
Stick your shovel in the soil and turn
Till it ‘til it turns to gold
Let the gold turn into green
Let the green reach to the sky
Let the sky warm the leaves
Let the leaves wither and die
Let the leaves turn to seed
Let the seed drop to the soil
Let the birds take those seeds
Far away from where I toiled
Let there come another day
Another night, another way
The sky will blue, the sky will grey
The seeds will swallow up the rain
Maybe someday this will end
And we will lose all we have learned
Promise me as you live and breathe
If you find my body let it burn
If you find my body let it burn
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Dennis Russell Santa Barbara, California
Dennis Russell is a multi-instrumentalist based in Santa Barbara, CA.
He also writes and records
music.
As a singer-songwriter, he has three collections of original songs: My Little World, Primitive-Acoustic-Singer-Songwriter-Type-Guy, and Golden.
Dennis has performed as opening act for Cyndi Lauper, Rosie Flores, Katy Moffat, Lili Haydn, and Brett Perkins, among others
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