DVD: One Night In North Carolina At last!!! A way to be at one of David's concerts even if he's not in town. A lovely concert video with lots of extras, after the songs the best part of the concert (as always) are the stories. If you enjoy David's songs - if you love Good Tar, then this is the DVD for you! The video is an hour and twenty minutes long, recorded at the Grey Eagle in Asheville, NC - so those of us who have never been there can feel as if we've been there. Besides the concert, the video's extras are very enjoyable. It can be a little difficult to concentrate on the voiceover commentary from David while you are listening to the songs, but the other features are wonderful. These include the full music video for "Your Smile," the song David wrote for and performed at the Special Olympics Opening Ceremonies, a 10 minute video about PEG (Proyecto para las Escuelas Guatemaltecas), David's non-profit group that works with schools in Guatemala, a short independent film with Shadows as the soundtrack plus a fun, humor filled interview with David. Lyrics to the songs (so you can sing along) will follow. :) Look Deadline Deanna Home S.S. Bathtub Keep the Change Water (poem) Shadows In the Light Destiny Blues Middletown Mall Janey Spin Peter Hope Watching for the Light Look Thumping bass and laughter and a pint of something clear Conversation's rolling like a cinderblock Same familiar feeling that I'm unfamiliar here Friends and strangers growing stranger still Mickey in the corner, smiling looking down Lost in his own fog, he brought it with him Wonders what he's doing in this tired little town Struggles for the right words to begin Look at me, Won't you turn your eyes my way Look at me, I have something more to say Look at me, I like myself this way OK? OK? Guy from California with the pierces in his ear Scanning for a break in conversation So have you been to Paris, hey, pass that over here Oblivious to anyone's reaction Look at me, With so much I have to say Look at me, I've been practicing all day Look at me, But don't look at me that way OK? OK? Laura in the bright green dress with the abelone eyes Curls a twist of hair around her finger As the gathering grows weary, she watches the goodbyes While the Beatles sing she loves you yeah, yeah, yeah Look at me, You don't have to walk away Look at me, Don't take this the wrong way Look at me, Would you like for me to stay OK? OK? I don't know why I feel the need for everyone to like me Talking big because I'm feeling small It makes no difference at all Look at me , Look at me another way Look at me, What you'll see is hard to say Look at me, just tell me I'm OK, OK, OK Words and Music by Jared White and David LaMotte ©2002 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP Deadline He's got a meeting at six-thirty, so he won't have time to stay For dinner with his darling and his daughter on the way He's fighting down the freeway, sewing up that dotted line There's no time like the present and there's no present like time The little one gets presents for a little consolation He gives her her own telephone but not much conversation She asks him for a moment like a beggar for a dime There's no time like the present and there's no present like time Model student in her high school, does her homework every night Sends her mortarboard flying with her future looking bright Hangs the tassel from the mirror of the present parked outside There's no time like the present and there's no present like time Now there's a husband and a daughter and a lot of bills to pay Everyone needs something from her and they all need it today But she can't be omnipresent when she's working overtime There's no time like the present and there's no present like time Then the phone rings late at the office Coming in on the private line It's her husband It's her father Seems he finally made his deadline Now she's furiously packing for a little time away She's got a week's vacation and she's gonna make it pay Her husband's turning bitter and her daughter just turned nine There's no time like the present and there's no present like time Words and Music by David LaMotte ©1998 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP Deanna Instrumental Music by David LaMotte ©2003 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP Home I love to watch you sleeping See your shoulders rise and fall I can watch your mind go wandering til you’re not anywhere at all I’ll let you slip away now You’ll find your way back home I know you know the way, love So I’ll wait here while you roam Until you are home, you are home to me You are home, home to me I love to watch you waking Wandering back across the stars How you curl yourself into me When you remember where you are I love your lips for many reasons I love to hear the things they say But just for now I love the silence The words can wait until the day Because you are home, you are home to me You are home, home to me When there are many miles between us I can’t reach out to touch your hand And when there’s no one that I love here I don’t quite understand In some hotel like any other When I should feel far away It’s like you’re sitting here beside me Like I’m finally home to stay Because you are home, you are home to me You are my home, you are home to me Music by David LaMotte ©2002 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP S.S. Bathtub I am the Captain of the S.S. Bathtub I roam wherever I please I am the Captain of the S.S. Bathtub Come sail away with me My friends come visit on the S.S. Bathtub They arrive on water skis Some are dolphins and some are whales And some are manatees I travel far in the S.S. Bathtub I sail the seven seas Sometimes I stop at islands That look just like great big knees I am the Captain of the S.S. Bathtub I roam wherever I please I am the Captain of the S.S. Bathtub Come sail away with me I've got two dogs on the S.S. Bathtub A Great Dane and a Pekinese I named one Port and I named one Starboard And I'll let you name their fleas The fish that swim under the S.S. Bathtub Know all their ABCs They study hard in their school of fish Then they go and catch some Z's I am the Captain of the S.S. Bathtub I roam wherever I please I am the Captain of the S.S. Bathtub Come sail away with me For dinner on the S.S. Bathtub We all eat mac & cheese I don't use salt and I don't use pepper 'Cause I don't want the whales to sneeze We love to play on the S.S. Bathtub With our blocks and our frisbees We make up songs and we put on plays And we never watch TVs I am the Captain of the S.S. Bathtub I roam wherever I please I am the Captain of the S.S. Bathtub Come sail away with me Words and Music by David LaMotte ©1998 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP Keep the Change Maybe twenty years ago now You were waiting tables and wiping chairs He never looked up from his menu Like you weren’t even there You just knew that he would stiff you So put together and self-absorbed He slapped a fifty on the ticket And he muttered these few words, he said There isn’t much you get to keep Here’s a little tip Keep the change So this morning you were driving It came screaming through your head How nineteen turned to forty Like yellow turned to red How waitress turned to mother How love bug turned to van How that money turned to nothing When he put it in your hand, and said There isn’t much you get to keep Here’s a little tip Keep the change Just a rich guy in a diner Left a bad joke with his bill The cash was gone by Sunday But the words are ringing still Now you’re crouching in the front yard With your fingers in the ground And the weeds keep pushing up While your own body’s slowing down Don’t waste your breath on wishing No need to raise your voice Change is always optional If dying is a choice, and There isn’t much you get to keep Here’s a little tip Keep the change Words and Music by David LaMotte ©2004 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP Water So they built their shiny hotel Where the water meets the land They smiled a little nervously As the ocean took the sand They went down below the shoreline And they hauled it back again But the heavy rain and the hurricane And the water’s gonna win The water’s gonna win Bring it all back It will wash away again The water’s gonna win Pack it up or pack it in The water’s gonna win The glass of water you were sipping As you watched the morning come Has quenched the thirst of seven others Underneath a younger sun We are memories and moments We are born and born again Rushing stream and breathing steam The water’s gonna win The water’s gonna win Ascending and falling and rising up again The water’s gonna win Ride the tide and ride the wind The water’s gonna win Haul the rocks and sign the papers Pour another glass of gin Cut the ribbon with the scissors But the water’s gonna win You went down beside the river Just about a year ago Gave the ashes to the current Saw them swirl into the flow You still hold it all inside you You can’t stop once you begin Close your eyes and feel it rising The water’s gonna win The water’s gonna win You can’t hold back the tide You can’t hide from what’s within The water’s gonna win Feel it move beneath your skin The water’s gonna win It will with keep flowing through All we are and all we’ve been The water’s gonna win Forever and amen The water’s gonna win Words and Music by David LaMotte ©2002 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP Shadows Instrumental Music by David LaMotte ©1999 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP In the Light So here I stand with this guitar in my hand What was it that I came to say? There was something about some hope and some dreams and some fear Some ideas for a better way If I really feel like I trust you Maybe we'll talk about the pain Maybe you'll understand me Maybe you won't walk away You know I ain't no television I'm watching you while you're watching me I can tell when the music reaches you Something changes and I can see And it shines down on my soul, you know And deep inside I feel We're in this thing together And we're touching something real And if we're gonna do it Let's do it right Let's bring back the magic tonight It'll all work out fine If you just let it shine I'm gonna hold you I'm gonna hold you in the Light It's so easy to get distracted When I'm working day in and day out I get lost in all the numbers I forget what it's all about But couldn't we cross the boundaries Can't we conquer the fear Shouldn't we love each other? Isn't that why we're here? And if we're gonna do it Let's do it right Let's bring back the magic tonight It'll all work out fine If you just let it shine I'm gonna hold you I'm gonna hold you in the Light Words and Music by David LaMotte ©1992 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP Destiny Blues Destiny Blues I've been talking to this friend of mine Said it's written in the stars I've got Aries in my fifth house I've got Venus over Mars I could not believe it So I checked the paper too And mercy me, they all agree There ain't nothin' we can do See it's all been predertermined It's useless to resist So why don't you come over here And give me a little kiss? I don't know much about it But it sure does seem to fit How I try to do the right thing But I just can't seem to quit It seems the constellations Got this big remote control They push my little buttons To put this hunger in my soul And they know what's gonna happen We're just dancing to their song Can't argue with the stars baby You might as well come on See there's this planet in my third house It's got a plan for me You might think I'm coming on strong But it's simple destiny I'm pretty independent But I'll never stand a chance Against a big ol' hunk of space rock Telling me I need romance I've got the horoscopes at my house If you wanna come and see I guess we ought to look you up too For compatibility But I've got it there in black and white The paper doesn't lie It says my ideal partner is a Sagitarius Or Aquarius Libra, Leo, Pisces, Virgo Aries, Taurus, Capricorn, Scorpio Cancer or Gemini Words and Music by David LaMotte ©2001 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP Middletown Mall Fingerprints on the window of the toy store display Joey sees what he wants, but doesn't have words to say It's round and it's red with no buttons at all Day after Thanksgiving at the Middletown Mall Anna's feet seem to be fixed to the spot Where Pete said he'd meet her, he must have forgotten She's right there in front of the Chick Fil-A stall Day after Thanksgiving at the Middletown Mall Paul's a young husband, he's just out of school Came to shop for his wife but he's looking at tools And he wonders if she'd like these drill bits at all Day after Thanksgiving at the Middletown Mall Olivia came to pick up a few things Her youngest just moved out of town in the Spring The meal seemed too big and the laughter too small Day after Thanksgiving at the Middletown Mall His real name is Spencer, but his friends call him Spence The crowd's flowing by near his usual bench And he stares at them like he's completely enthralled Day after Thanksgiving at the Middletown Mall The line's getting long where the Santa Claus sits He's jolly and round and the suit almost fits But he's not from the North Pole with that southern drawl Day after Thanksgiving at the Middletown Mall We gather our goodies, perfume and cologne We're all here together, completely alone The traffic outside has slowed down to a crawl Day after Thanksgiving at the Middletown Mall Words and Music by David LaMotte ©2002 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP Janey Hey Janey, where you been lately I've been looking for you down on Sullivan Street With your beat-up car and your bass guitar And your skinny, winning grin All the birthday candles melted away The colors running everywhere Yeah the flame burned down in this party town Man, I've been missing that light I keep looking for you In the stoplight cars and the blue jean bars downtown There were a couple of things I really wanted to say, but Janey you're not around I keep looking for you I keep looking for you You and Amy and me watched for shooting stars In that vacant lot up on Lookout Road But your head hung down, staring at the ground You never saw that light Those rocks went blazing across the sky Like they were trying to show us how to fly But you weren't like me, didn't have to see You were already burning into the night I keep looking for you in the rusty park and the smoky stars at night There were a couple of things I wanted to say, but anyway, I hope you're all right I keep looking for you I keep looking for you When Amy told me you were gone I didn't even believe her And there's nothing left that's burning now But the ashes and the fever I still turn down Sullivan once in a while When I've got something to do in your old neighborhood And I know you're gone, but I hear that song And I can't help looking for you I keep looking for you I keep looking for you Words and Music by David LaMotte ©1998 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP Spin Six o'clock dinner, the family falls silent Move over a little I can't see the screen The man in the box speaks in high definition Turn it up loud so I won't hear the screams More about bad things the bad guys are doing More about how I need what they sell And right down the road they are building a prison On the whole the economy's doing quite well Give me the update, tell me again Show me the difference between us and them Give it a number between one and ten Give me the headline Give me the spin A picture is fading inside of a wallet Inside of a pocket in the pants of a man Soggy with saltwater there in the dark In a dead submarine from a faraway land Saltwater runs down the face of a woman As she thinks how he can't be all he could be Need I point out the pointless pointing of fingers And the point of a missile that's pointed at me? Our side appears to be up for the moment They taste defeat we decide they deserve We shoot the horizon and catch our own bullets And find it is only the hatred we serve Give me the update, tell me again Show me the difference between us and them Give it a number between one and ten Give me the headline Give me the spin Words and Music by David LaMotte ©2000 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP Peter What I'm saying, friend, may surprise you Though I trust you will listen and hear I'm not out to make you angry We both know beneath our anger lies our fear It sounds so simple and it's so complicated Not gentle, not just a warm feeling Many will die in the name of peace But war will not lead us to healing I meant what I said, Peter, put down your sword Did you forget or did you think I was joking? This is not why I'm here, Peter, not to destroy The world is already so broken Maybe you think I'm a fool Maybe a fool's what I am Maybe I will die for nothing And nothing will change in the end Yes, I am scared and I'm angry That we live in this occupied land Where the Romans can kill us at random But the Romans do not rule my hands There are so many lives on the line here This is not some philosopher's game And if you draw your sword Peter You may not raise that sword in my name I meant what I said, Peter, put down your sword Did you forget or did you think I was joking? This is not why I'm here, Peter, not to destroy The world is already so broken Maybe you think I'm a fool Maybe a fool's what I am Maybe I will die for nothing If nothing will change in the end God bless the children of Abraham God bless the Romans who reign God bless the peacemakers and warriors Who each think the other insane But I meant what I said, Peter, put down your sword Did you forget or did you think I was joking? Words and Music by David LaMotte ©2002 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP Hope In the Southland we're lighting the night sky With the fire from a church burning down When the sun comes again the black and white men Stand and stare at the soot on the ground They raise up their weapons and summon their strength And they cut at the wood with their swords But hey're striking blows against hatred 'Cause they're hammering nails into boards I keep thinking I hear the four horsemen And turning around to see It's just the pony express again And they've got a message for me I've got a lot of hope for the future I've got a lot of faith things can work out fine Got a lot of dreams for a better world Got a lot of work to do if I'm going to make them mine My town is still mostly divided And I don't see much color tonight And I know that it's all complicated That the issues are not black and white But how can we come any closer If I just shake my head where I stand There can never be any handshakes Until somebody puts out their hand I keep thinking I hear the four horsemen And turning around to see It's just the pony express again And they've got a message for me I've got a lot of hope for the future I've got a lot of faith things can work out fine Got a lot of dreams for a better world Got a lot of work to do if I'm going to make them mine Words and Music by David LaMotte ©1997 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP Watching For the Light And suddenly it's five AM After the songs and conversation And what a holy night it's been The mystery and revelation And now I'm lying here alone Swimming in sleepy contemplation The music ringing in my bones The scenes replay now as they will The stories flowed and fingers fell Along the strings that bind my memory You seemed to see my sorrow well And recognized a heart run empty And now I'm watching for the light A tired but dedicated sentry I couldn't ask more of the night Except to make it longer still A song can soothe the savage breast Or it can make a soldier heartless But it's the song I love the best That shines into the deepest darkness And even when your strings were still Your warmth and kindness left my heart blessed My empty cup has been refilled You have been music to me Words and Music by David LaMotte ©2002 Lower Dryad Music/ASCAP