Anne Smith :: Lyrics


From Anne's New CD, Separated By Words


Not Enough Road

I don't know how long I've been running
Or if I looked back to see where I've been
Would I see my past closing in on the distance?
One day I might stop, but I can't tell you when

There's not enough road for a restless heart
And when I was ten, I knew what I loved
I'll tell you now what I didn't know then:
There's not enough road from where I've been

Lookin' ahead I see mountains
It's for my survival that I'll take them in stride
The cost of retreat outweighs my tired spirit
I gotta push on to the other side

I've been told that my pride is too strong
To allow myself to admit it wasn't wrong
To think I loved you

It's one step away from the thrillin' summit
And one step away from the dark abyss
But if I must fall on this road to nowhere
My life was sweeter for tastin' your kiss

Dream by Dream

Dream by dream, you come back to me
Kiss by kiss in my memory
In a play by play of the day we met
And I can't move on 'cause I can't forget

I was out walkin' alone; the sudden scent of a man's cologne
Brought me to the threshold of a time zone
And I stepped back through to you
You and your five 'o'clock shadow
Takin' it so slow….all night long

It was magic, surreal
The way you touched me made me feel
Crazy… thinkin' I was lost in you
You and the music that you played me
A Kind of Blue that saved me….all night long

Dream by Dream I can always be
Protected from the reality
I don't know how I can face each day
When I feel you near but you're far away

Separated by Words

I said, you said, he said, she said: a line was drawn in the sand
They said, we said, East said, West said: our future lies at hand
We bow our heads and turn away-it seems there's nothing left to say
We're separated by words, separated by words and I can't speak anymore
Red sky, war cry, bombs fly, more die: a truce is out of reach
Losses mounting-who is counting the tears of the bereaved?
There are no accidents of birth: The Book of Life records your worth
We're separated by words, separated by words
And I can't speak anymore-so I'll sing
And the sun is a two-sided coin that spends itself on a wounded world
There are no accidents of birth: The Book of Life records your worth
We're separated by words, separated by words
And I can't speak


Tillman's Tale
Tillman's Tale was inspired by Amir Bar-Lev's 2010 documentary covering the death of Corporal Patrick Tillman in Afghanistan. I was so moved by the film that I started writing the song as soon as I got home from seeing it. What is so profoundly impressive about this story is the Tillman Family's unyielding demand for the truth, when they very easily could have accepted the "Fallen Hero" fantasy that the Bush Administration created, a cover-up that played like a Hollywood movie.  I used the phrase "Over There" in the refrain, not only to refer to Afghanistan, but as an ironic echo of the popular World War One song by George M. Cohan, in this instance warning Americans against their own duplicitous politics. My hope is that my words can give comfort to those that understand the true meaning behind the phrase the "ultimate sacrifice" such as military wives and mothers of soldiers. I welcome feedback on my Pat Tillman tribute.

He marched to the beat of a different drum
A legend in the making-as handsome as they come
Everybody knew he was destined to rise
When he turned down fame and fortune, it came as no surprise

They cut off all his hair and gave him a gun
'Cause the war in Afghanistan had to be won
Everybody knew he was destined to win
The paparazzi chased him, but he faced them with a grin

Over there, over there
Send the word, send the word over there
That "Hollywood" is comin', "Hollywood" is comin'
And they won't be stopped 'til there's no one left to care

He was killed one day, crossin' the sand
By the friendly fire from a comrade's hand
No one ever knew, 'cause "Hollywood" stepped in
The legend they created made a hero out of him

The football game goes on while the cheerleaders scream
Televisions flash the American Dream
The hero's statue looks on with jaded eyes
The truth is never lost: It just goes unrecognized

Still Dangerous

A voice on the 'phone a face in the crowd can catch me by surprise
I find myself suddenly drowning in the memory of your brown eyes
If I'm alone I take a deep breath and give in to the tears
It feels like the same day I lost you
After all these years

Like some kind of addict, I go through your pictures 'til I find the one
The one where your body's so smooth and so tan that I can feel the sun
I look at the time, an hour's gone by, but I don't try to move
It feels like the same day I lost you
And it just goes to prove…it just goes to prove

That it's Still Dangerous to wonder where you are
It's Still Dangerous to even wish upon a star
I guess time will tell me when it's safe to speak your name
But it's Still Dangerous to think I'll ever be the same without you

Life keeps movin' on, I get pulled along, and there are some good days
If I can't eat or sleep I make up for it in other ways
The house has been emptied, everything sold, but memories remain
They ache for the one that is missin'
Just like a phantom pain, just like a phantom pain

And it's Still Dangerous to think about your touch
It's Still Dangerous when I miss you so much
I guess time will tell me when it's safe to speak your name
But it's Still Dangerous to think I'll ever be the same---heaven help me

Picasso

He walked the streets that night, looking for signs of mercy
In a world gone wild
A nearby olive tree sheltered the old guitarist
He listened awhile, and he cried, but then he smiled

The solitary sight captured in one small window
Was a moment so real
He felt the shades of shadows mixed with bread and sorrow
He painted it all, as the blind man ate his meal

And that blue river, that blue river, that blue river
It flowed from his soul

He wandered toward the light of an open doorway
To a sidewalk cafe
He sketched the sad betrayal in a harlequin's eyes
And thought of his friend who was buried that day

And that blue river, that blue river, that blue river
It flowed from his soul

The blue filled up the white 'til he had signs of mercy
In a world gone wild
This conjurer of colors with a visionary style
Painted in free verse, like the song of a child

And that blue river, that blue river, that blue river
It flowed from his soul

Mary, Do You Love?

You're the self-appointed queen of the neighborhood cafe
You sit outside on your little bench and watch the world go by each day
And you're always on the scene, should anyone fall down
You're a puzzle to me with your crosswords and angry frown

Mary, now Do you Love? Mary, now Do You Love? Mary, now Do You Love yourself?

Well I heard you got a man, that he works with iron and steel
There's a lesson to be learned in this, but it's not my place to reveal
Maybe he's the only one who knows how to bend your pride
Without breakin' you-Lord knows how many others tried

Mary, now Do you Love? Mary, now Do You Love? Mary, now Do You Love yourself?

When the sun goes down on the neighborhood cafe
The queen must leave her kingdom for the day

As you make your way back home, a chill is in the air
The summer seems so far away, soon the trees will all be bare
Lost inside your thoughts, you scarcely recognize
That your face in the glass is cryin' teardrops from its eyes

Mary, now Do you Love? Mary, now Do You Love? Mary, now Do You Love yourself?

Blue Tango

It's time to go home, the lights are down low
The last call was made an hour ago
But a couple remains on the floor lost in a dance
They move in a trance

The music has stopped and all you can hear
Are two pairs of feet whose rhythm is clear
In an intimate game of destruction that only they know
It's their Blue, Blue Tango

See how he sweeps her down to the floor
Just as she's about to break, he pulls her up for more
She is willing to stay, but there's no time to pray
While they dance a refrain in a dragnet for their pain

See how he sweeps her down to the floor
Just as she's about to break, he pulls her up for more
They will never break free of their blue destiny
So they dance a refrain in a dragnet for their pain

They can't seem to stop, they've been dancing for years
Denying their love, embracing their fears
See their shadows advance and retreat while they sway to and fro
In their Blue, Blue Tango

Temporary Suicide
Was a commissioned theme song for an Off-Off Broadway play by Roxanne Alese. I was drawn to the project by the irony of the title and the paradox it conveys in relation to drug addiction: an addict is killing himself/herself every day, only to find that the solution to their pain is temporary, that they continue to live on in this heartbreaking suspension of life. Before I wrote Temporary Suicide, I interviewed  the woman who inspired Alese, a former addict who had endured months of brutal detox in a NY State clinic.  I think it is and will be my most difficult assignment.  It's a song that haunts people, a song that they can hear but once; the engineer who first recorded it for me cried when he heard it. With the current epidemic of painkiller addiction these lyrics touch a timely note of common experience. I think it would be great to play during closing credits for an Amy Winehouse documentary.

How can I explain what goes on in my brain?
It's not really myself that reaches up to the medicine shelf
I'm like a kid at the fair who decided to try the fast ride
And got hooked on the feelin' of a Temporary Suicide

I'd strap myself in the chair, lift my hands in the air
And I'd scream in delight as I was dropped from the glorious height
But once I got off, I felt empty and unsatisfied
I was chained to the rapture of a Temporary Suicide

Over and over and over and over I'd ride
Over and over and over and over I died
God must want me to suffer so much that my prayers are denied
For a final solution to this Temporary Suicide

Well did I take enough pills, did I have enough thrills?
Is the Angel of Death standin' by to take my last breath?
Or will the kid at the fair try to wake me before I have tried
To go home from the fairground…beyond a Temporary Suicide?
I wanna go home, I just wanna go home……….


Transitional Girl

I listen patiently to stories of your latest ex
I hold your hand, I dry your tears, I give ya great sex
I know you're not in love with me, and that you can't commit
I wonder how long it will take before we both admit

Oooh, ooh, ooh, in your ever changin' world:
I'm your Transitional Girl

Altho' I won the right to keep my toothbrush at your place
We see each other once a week, I give ya your space
It's been a year and I don't even know your family
I get the feelin' I'm not part of your reality

Oooh, ooh, ooh, in your ever changin' world:
I'm your Transitional Girl

And I'm too fragile to hear the answers to those questions in my head
So I won't ask them for now, I'll just plan to see you next week…….in your bed

There's still a part of me that thinks that fairy tales come true
And that someday you'll feel the same way that I feel for you
But now ya' got me where ya' want me and it's killin' me
I walk the line between a girlfriend and a f**k buddy

Oooh, ooh, ooh, in your ever changin' world:
I'm your Transitional Girl

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