Song Lyrics Blue Route

Make-Believing Copyright 2010

Blue Route is what Philly folk call I-476, the road linking Chester and the PA turnpike. It’s also the name that Joey, Matt, Dave, and I came up with for our DC band. If you read my blog entry, “On Seeing and Songwriting,” you’ll get the story there.

For my birthday just last year, Joey (good friend and drummer), sent me what he had collected of our Blue Route recordings. THANK YOU a million times over to him for taking the time to get the sound as good as it could possibly be. We recorded four songs in a studio housed in a Baltimore warehouse–I’m fairly certain asbestos fibers were circling as I sang, and I’m not convinced the technician was ever completely sober, but I got to put on headphones and sing in a soundproof room, so carcinogens, be damned.

The remaining songs we recorded here and there, throughout the two to three years we played together. There are definitely things I would change–and I’m sure the guys would, as well. But I am so glad we have these songs together in one place. We had a lot of fun, and we figured out how to make some solid music together.

I will include the lyrics below of the songs not in my solo section. I wrote them; but they became different songs once the four of us got together. That process–of sharing an idea, of sitting down in front of these guys and putting myself out there–is something I will never forget. Thank you to Joey, Dave, and Matt for your friendship, your humor, your talent, and all that time we spent together. And thank you to Blue Route “fans”–you know who you are! As you drive your kids to soccer practice, think about the nights when we were packing the Grog and Tankard. This is for you!

“Killing Time”

You know, they say forever’s
A long time to love you
But when we’re together
There’s nothing I’d rather do
Because you make me feel…
And when I look in your eyes
Forever ain’t no time at all

They say forever’s
A long time to make this last
They say the going’s slow
When you jump in too fast
But I know it’s real…
So when I hear the word from you
That’s all you’ll have to say

It’s never too late for lonely
So let’s do this right
It’s never too late for lonely
So let’s start tonight
It’s never too soon to tell you
This is it for me
It’s never too soon to tell you
You’re standing here; I can’t believe

It took forever
But now you’re here and now you’re mine
Let’s spend forever
Killing time

“Make-Believing”
(Inspired by Salman Rushdie’s Haroun and the Sea of Stories)

Wishwater wish
Shades become a day
Moon turning moon
Stories from the gray
It’s fairy tale; it’s fairy tale

Bend to a kiss
There’s everything to say
Moon turning moon
Stories from the gray
I’d live this lie; I’d live this lie

Shadow selves
And soon I’m someone else
Shadow selves
It’s soon you’ll tell me
Everything I want to hear

Shadow selves
Soon I’m close to you
Shadow selves
Soon this will be true
I’ll tell you what you never knew

Crazed for a tale
The truth gets in the way
Moon turning moon
Stories from the gray
It’s make believe; it’s make believe

I’ll go on
Make believing…

“Duncanby Landing”

There’s a landing there in Duncanby
It’s where the fishermen go
And there’s an old man telling stories
About a whale named Calypso

There’s a tired time around the fire
There are legends built on 6,000 years
About madmen combing beaches
And wildwomen sprouting roots from tears

There’s a moment when the sun hits the sea
And at night the water shines
So many times I’d like to look beside me
And see you there
I could miss you when I went away
Or we could go together, someday
So many times I’d like to look beside me
And see you there

There’s a pattering of rain amidst the leaves
There’s the green when blue breaks sky
There’s a showering of stars behind the trees
There’s a raven’s cry

There’s a feeling that the wind gives
And the way the ocean moves
There’s a sailboat leaning through a channel
There’s the bantering of loons

There’s a heaviness at the close of day
There’s a heaviness at morning
There’s a heaviness in the air around the lighthouse
There at Duncanby Landing

“This Bridge”

Terrifying
You never want to say goodbye
That feeling way down deep
When you know it’s the last time
And even if you didn’t know it then
Looking back and remembering
It’s terrifying

Terrifying
What you might have said and done
Disappear into yourself
Then crystalize into all you could have been
What you could have been for him
Wound up good and tight
It’s terrifying

To think you would have changed yourself
To think you would have changed yourself
This bridge
This bridge needs burning

Terrifying
All the time you spend each day
Wishing time had stopped
Or wishing it would go away
Can’t you see, you’re better off alone
That’s solid ground you’re on

To think you would have changed yourself
To think you would have changed yourself
This bridge
This bridge needs burning

“Should”

Don’t talk to me
Don’t try to move me with your words
‘Cause you haven’t said
A thing I haven’t heard already
Too many times around this bend
Is too many

And wouldn’t you like to know
What I’m thinking
Figure me out
In just one sitting

Don’t tell me
You think I should smile more
Don’t should me
With your smile
It’s been a long while since I’ve seen real
A long while

And wouldn’t you like to know
The one true thing
Figure it out
Before the bell rings

But you’re so busy in your corner
Feeling blindly for the thunder
You can’t sense the sun above the ice
Can’t see the fire through the smoke
You can’t hear me over foghorns
You can’t hear me at all

Don’t turn it on
Don’t try to fix me with your charm
I’ll turn and run from you
The harm’s been done
Do what you do and walk away
Walk away

And wouldn’t you like to know
What the answer is
You should have jumped
You should have chanced it.

“Last Word”

This song’s been sung
This book’s been read
The last word has been said
And it’s high time that I realized
This is your thing; this is not mine

My time’s been spent
My energy drained
My confidence in question again and again
And it’s high time that I realized
This is your thing; this is not mine

So you leave me ‘til tomorrow
And you count on time to heal
But I see that time
Has shown me what is real
I see that time
Has shown me what is real

And it’s high time that I realized
This is your thing; this is not mine
High time that I realized
This is your thing; this is not mine.
This is not mine. . .

“Lit Cathedral”
September 11, 2002

Rose petals fall in St. Pauls
We saw its roof from a faraway hill
But we didn’t get inside
Six months in and I’m done again

Love’s a lit cathedral
It’s closed to me, but so pretty on the inside
A lit cathedral
It’s closed to me…
A lit cathedral

Raining bits of building block the sun
Leaves did fall when I swung beside a tree
He’s that oak along the trail
She’s that flower blooming out of season

I’m looking for a reason
To see falling in a different way
In a different way

You probably thought that I believed
When those words fell from you to me
Oh, but you didn’t know me well
We were just two people, two people on a hill

Love’s a lit cathedral
It’s closed to me, but so pretty on the outside
A lit cathedral
It’s closed to me…
A lit cathedral

“Three Stars”
For Evan 2002

Crooked memories
Lean me into you
The crowds come in
Their happy lives
Hang heavy on my skin
I’m draped in their impressions.

Sincerity
Is what I often hear
And that’s all right
But just the same
I’d rather you were here tonight
I miss you

There are many reasons
I could use a talking to
I could use the truth of you
You’ve left behind so many fools
And too few sages.
There are many reasons
I can make it on my own, I know
But you’ve left a book you’d not believe was true
And I’m ripping through the pages
Trying to find you
In three stars. . .

Three stars aligned
That’s all I have of you
What this has done to me
I see above in the spaces in between
Those three stars

I’ve seen you since
In just one dream
You were sitting in some easy chair
Grinning from your seat there
I miss you



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