Barefoot Barefoot For Now Barefoot in the new fallen stars Too scared to ask who you are Ocean is rising, water is warm Is this the eye or the storm? And the rocks cry out into the wilderness Walls come tumbling down across the land Sun comes up the same, but nothing here has changed And it's more than this young man can understand Lonely, but so close to you Searching, I don't know what to do You know and I know the wind can't touch your brow So why is your hair blowing now? And the rocks cry out into the wilderness Walls come tumbling down across the land Sun comes up the same, but nothing here has changed And it's more than this young man can understand The sun comes up the same, but something here has changed... You reach out and gently take my hand And I'm barefoot, for now Words and music by David LaMotte ©1991 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP Katey Revisited I don't know a single thing about her I had to ask that boy for her name But I don't know if I can live without her I don't know if I'll ever be the same Katey dancin', look at Katey dancin' Katey dancin', look at Katey dancin' tonight Katey dancin', look at Katey dancin' Katey dancin', look at Katey dancin' tonight I know just what all the boys are thinking And I know that all the girls are getting mad I know there'll be some stiff competition, But they're gonna to be crying and that's just too bad 'cause Katey dancin', look at Katey dancin' Katey dancin', look at Katey dancin' tonight Katey dancin', look at Katey dancin' Katey dancin', look at Katey dancin' tonight Here comes that slow song Time for me to make my move Everybody just stopping and starin' Saying look at that boy, he's so smooth Katey dancin', look at Katey dancin' Katey dancin', look at Katey dancin' tonight Katey dancin', look at Katey dancin' Katey dancin', look at Katey dancin' tonight Words and Music by David LaMotte ©1991 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP Rearview Can't see out my rearview mirror My things are piled so high Moving out into the four lane, Heading for the sky Pictures rolling through my head Changing point of view Took about all the strength I had Just smiling back at you Changes in the way you spoke The way you touched my hand I know you tried to tell me why I still don't understand Can't see out my rearview mirror, My things are piled so high Moving out into the four lane Heading for the sky Words and Music by David LaMotte ©1991 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP Breakfast Song Hey pretty lady, is this seat taken Are you like me, here alone My your hair looks pretty, I sure like blondes And I love them blue eyes just like your own (chorus:) And if I said I work on Wall Street Drive a Jaguar, deal stocks and bonds And if I said I'd buy you breakfast Hey, pretty lady, could I take you home Well, I love those high heels they look so right With your blue jeans that fit so tight And I bet you are a dancer Can I have the last one with you tonight And if I said I work on Wall Street Drive a Jaguar, deal stocks and bonds And if I said I'd buy you breakfast Hey, pretty lady, could I take you home My momma's rich, my daddy's famous And I'm a stallion in my prime We own a condo in Acapulco When's your vacation? Mine's all the time And if I said I work on Wall Street Drive a Jaguar, deal stocks and bonds And if I said I'd buy you breakfast Hey, pretty lady, could I take you home Well, you see, I don't wear a golden Rolex Mine says Timex, but it keeps time And it tells me it's close to closin' Hey pretty lady would you be mine? 'Cause I don't really work on Wall Street I drive a pick-up, never seen a bond But, if I said I'd pour your corn flakes Hey, pretty lady, would you be mine? Yes, if I said I'd pour your corn flakes, Hey pretty lady would you be mine? Words and Music by David LaMotte, Bill Graham and Mary Ann Graham © 1991 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAPP Song For You I've got to be going now, though I'd rather stay You know it is hard to leave, but I must be on my way But before I leave you, friend, there's something that I have to say You mean the world to me and I'll never stop loving you 'Cause what you have given me I can never repay And if we meet again somehow, I will love you then as now 'Cause you mean the world to me And when life is getting me down, as sometimes it will do, My heart will come back to these mountains and I'll remember you I'll remember the love that we shared and the ways that we grew You mean the world to me and I'll never stop loving you 'Cause what you have given me I can never repay And if we meet again somehow, I will love you then as now 'Cause you mean the world to me Though I've got to go away, I won't leave you behind Memories of times that we shared together I'll carry in my mind Some times were happy, some times were hard, But I'm glad all those memories are mine You mean the world to me and I'll never stop loving you 'Cause what you have given me I can never repay And if we meet again somehow, I will love you then as now 'Cause you mean the world to me Words and Music by David LaMotte ©1991 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP See Me Through I need some help tonight, could use a hand Something here just ain't quite right and I don't understand But I know I'll be alright if I can listen to the band I need some music, won't you pour it on down upon me I need some music, just to see me through I need some music, won't you pour it on down upon me I need some music, just to see me through So, mister guitar man, go on and start I'm listening close to you, you do your part Play it strong and sweet and sing it from your heart I need some music, won't you pour it on down upon me I need some music, just to see me through I need some music, won't you pour it on down upon me I need some music, just to see me through I don't know why I feel the way I do But you're giving me that feeling I'm gonna give it right back to you I need some music, won't you pour it on down upon me I need some music, just to see me through I need some music, won't you pour it on down upon me I need some music, just to see me through Words and Music by David LaMotte ©1991 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP Hippie Blues He's just a hippie, you know what I mean Got them long hairs, and them holey blue jeans Walking around talking about harmony and love Flashing the peace sign, doing all that groovy stuff He's just a hippie, yeah yeah, he's just a hippie He's just a hippie, you know how they are Bet your bottom dollar that he plays an acoustic guitar He grooves on Dylan for his poetic words He digs Neil Young cause he only knows three chords He's just a hippie, yeah yeah, he's just a hippie He just a hippie, he's all smiles and hugs That ain't too surprising 'cause he's doing lots of drugs There's all kinds of things floating 'round in his head We know who's to blame, it's the Grateful Dead He's just a hippie, yeah yeah, he's just a hippie He's just a hippie, yeah yeah, he's just a hippie And all we are saying, is give peace a chance Words and Music by David LaMotte ©1991 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP Gold The young man had heard of the fair maiden's name He had heard all the tales, but he danced just the same Yes they danced through the morning and they played courting games and the young man was lost in her charms The maiden it seemed was a maiden no more There had been many men at her table before But she looked young and pure as she danced 'cross the floor And the sunrise found her in his arms The young man had heard all the tales that were told Of the magical maiden with hair of spun gold and he woke in the morning and he found himself old And Gold, she had kissed him goodbye The old man was weak but he lived a year more Until one day he thought she had knocked on his door But she had not returned and he fell to the floor And he died with a tear in his eye I've seen the young men as they fight for her glance And I've witnessed her grace as she moves through the dance And I've seen the old men that were given the chance At the love and the kisses of Gold For Gold she is pretty in her lace and her frills But there are in this world even finer things still So don't be misled, for kiss you she will And you'll find yourself lonely and old All for the love, all for the love, all for the love of Gold Words and Music by David LaMotte ©1992 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP Cold As A Stone Heads turning away People got nothing to say You know we'll never get anywhere that way Always coming out the same, Looking 'round for someone to blame You know I'm getting tired of playing that game Cold, cold as a stone. No, don't you leave it alone Tired cause you don't sleep at night, Hungry but you won't eat a bite Don't want to talk 'cause you don't want to fight So angry that you can't even see Still you're talking about letting it be Can't you see that you are bound until you are free Cold, cold as a stone. No, don't you leave it alone Words and Music by David LaMotte ©1991 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP Jeanne's Lullaby Instrumental Music by David LaMotte ©1991 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP Moving Mountains When I was child I'd find my uncle Sitting in his old rocking chair For hours and hours, to me seemed like days, I'd see him just sitting there If I asked him what he was doing He'd smile at me and say David, I'm watching that mountain 'cause it's going to move someday David, I'm watching that mountain 'cause it's going to move someday (Chorus) Faith to move mountains, hope to keep them there Love for the creatures that call her home, And love for the trees and the air My uncle kept that mountain from moving, 'cause the mountain knew he would see He said David you know it's a hard job, but I reckon it's up to me The mountain doesn't want us people to know that she dances late at night But someday I'm going to see her and I reckon my uncle was right Someday I'm going to see her and I reckon my uncle was right (repeat chorus) There's one thing about a mountain you shouldn't move her if she don't want to go But my uncle would cry to see her today and the men trying to lay her low This time we can't just watch her it's a problem we can't ignore If we don't fight for the mountain then the mountain will dance no more If we don't fight for the mountains then the mountains will dance no more (repeat chorus) Words and Music by David LaMotte ©1991 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP Friends & Fairytales What a strange collection of friends and fairy tales It's magical I know, and though I love you so It's time to say goodnight and let you go The poet and the Buddha, they must go their separate ways There are forests to explore, and children at the door If only they know what they have in store There are those who say that all good things must have an end And childhood is a good thing, so I guess it's time my friend One drink from the fountain, that was all that Ricky took Now Peter Pan and he, they sit up in that tree And laughter comes upon the wind to me And the lovely lady sitting there With sleepy eyes and long brown hair A woman of such grace, at home in this strange place The answer to the riddle on her face There are those who say that all good things must have an end And childhood is a good thing, and I guess it's time my friend, to say... I wish you peace, I wish you strength and friends along the road I hope that you will find someone to help you bear the load I pray that you'll remember when your sky is not so blue I love you, and my love goes with you Words and Music by Jared White and David LaMotte ©1991 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP