Jonathan Foster - Sabbatical (Lyrics)
Copyright 2013 Jonathan Foster Music - All Rights Reserved
Kingsnake (Foster)
Lock the door behind you, don’t forgot the key
Someone killed a Kingsnake, out on the street…
I walked five miles to sing to you, five more to come clean
Now I’m walking with aboriginals on this road to human being
Don’t talk to strangers, don’t talk to me
I’m a little angry on this road to human being
You say you’re a Sheppard, but where are your sheep
We feel like lemmings, out on the street…
Go and find your kingsnake, let the world know you’re free
Lock the door behind you, and make a man out of me
Don’t talk to strangers, don’t talk to me
I’m a little angry on this road to human being
I watch you sleeping; I can hear your dreams
Walking tall together on this road to human being
I’ve got binders of wonder, a blender full of juice,
I’m under the banner of heaven, oh god what’s the use
A chorus full of memories and a pocket full of dreams
I’ve got these feet that will take me further than my looks ever could it seems
Maybe we’ll argue, just to get a rise, five more miles for fun, while the sun is still full of shine
Wrap Your Arms (Foster)
Running with volcanoes, push their energy
Wonder what tomorrow may bring
Life’s too short to be easy, there are no certainties
But with waves of enlightenment, crashing on the beach
Wrap your arms around me, make it warm and free
Let your guard fall wayside and whisper your beliefs
Wrap your arms around me, let us forget the day
Let our dreams be married, we’ll wash it all away
In the days we travel and by night lie awake and breathe
Every touch of your body seems to sing a reprieve
If there is no tomorrow, no runs or evolving leads
I always know you’re near dear, drawing glances from the trees
There are many tears in lifetimes that you’ll see
Muscles flex, weakness spreads, a letter weeps
Voices heard and voices lost, while paths they are forged
Time slows while days grow short let us remember
I’ll grow you fresh flowers and wash the dirt away
Let our dreams be married, (wash it away)
Sevens (Foster)
Cleans the bar with bathtub gin, drug runners at the Inn
Firewood’s not cutting itself, homesick though never left
Feels the traitor’s the plague, she learned that in the 7th grade
Oilcan Fosters in the shade, to avoid the next disaster
She looked like 7-miles of broken road, 7-years of bad luck toll
Waiting for the lucky 7’s to roll, to her North Country home
Outsiders need not apply, her old man said to stay alive
You don’t need a cat, dog, knife or a gun to survive
Near sighted, can’t afford the bill, one eye open, drinking her fill
On these winding roads, a hard time, not to blur the line
One beer shy of DUI, the honest truth before she lies
Killed dead in storied surprise, found gone, while still alive
Unregulated and uneducated, do whatever, to be fixated
Travelling faster than she ever let me while going nowhere quick
Fighting herself, a double edged sword, supporting the worst enemy lord
Angels, demons, a daily plight, a hard life, a long winter’s night
I’ve sold my soul to play this old guitar
But ol’ Rudy, she’s got it plenty hard
7-miles of broken road, 7 years of bad luck’s toll
Back to her North Country home, back to her North Country home
Let it Show (Foster/Gillette)
Gonna let it show, gonna let shine. Gonna let it grow to clear our minds
When you’re feeling low, when you’re feeling sad, just let the sun shine in, it won’t be so bad
When you feeling down in the weeds
Look up high and go find your dreams
When everyone seems so sad and gray
Call on me and I’ll be on my way
Gonna let it show, gonna let shine. Gonna let it grow to clear our minds
When you’re falling down you’ll be free
Look up mama, come and rescue me
When you’re travelling on that open road
Reach up high and let it show
Gonna let it show, gonna let shine. Gonna let it grow to clear our minds
The days you’re feeling sad and low
Just call my name, I’m gonna let it show
When your words no longer speak
Dig deep baby, because it’s all for keeps
Gonna let it show, gonna let shine. Gonna let it grow to clear our minds
When you’re feeling low, when you’re feeling sad, just let the sun shine in, it won’t be so bad
Sam (Foster)
Buck Island beauties, dancing in the street
Keeping time with a beech wood tree
All the folks stomping on their feet
And the dogs they’ve long been asleep
I’m just a man from Moscow you see
Sharing my song from sea to shining sea
And now the dogs are swimming home
Working off a bender the size of Idaho
One last walk in the wilderness
One more round at Wildcliff
One last song to say goodnight
One last summer here, on Cranberry
Should have went on down to Memphis or Austin
Or maybe stayed awhile in Bakersfield
But not Nashville, no one loves that place
And it don’t matter, no memories to erase
All the town sings about the good times
But I was only four years old
And they said you were too young, in your prime
A bark-eater’s heart and a Snake River smile
From Idaho to Tennessee, Buck Island to V.T.
I hear you and Parsons sing
With old man Cash and Leadbelly
Right on back to Cranberry
Peaks & Valleys (Foster/Gillette)
Peaks and valleys, they run deep. In these land of fences, baby don’t you weep
We’re shooting for Franklin; we’ve been driving all night
Heading back from Redding, got good things on our mind
Peaks and valleys; get on your knees. Why these land of fences never bothered me
We’re shooting for Boston, we’ve been flying all night
Heading back from Houston, everything’s going to be fine
They never heard my songs, haven’t sang ‘em too long
We’ll sing it all night long, straight out to the crowd
Well I left Virginia, to make my mamma proud, the pain from Richmond left a darkened cloud
Now we’re shooting for Houston, we’ve been driving all night
Heading back from Jackson, going to make it home tonight
Still getting over the facts on my cold hard face
With showers of broken glass shattered out into space
Life’s peaks and valleys, they run deep. Out west in the canyons, I hear echoes of the deceased
We’re shooting for Houston; we’ve been driving all night
Heading back from Jackson, going to make it home tonight
They’ve never heard my songs, haven’t sang ‘em too long
We’ll sing it all night long, straight out to the crowd
Sabbatical (Foster)
The salt of the ocean, sweet smell of spring, travel the speed limit, I’ve got nowhere to be
I put my hands in the water; neck out for freedom, what’s the worst that could happen;
For a man to follow his dreams
I get a little rowdy, still speak clearly; I’ll fall on my face or stand like a redwood tree
I raise my hands up, peace sign for victory, saying it’s not my time; it’s not my time you see
Wading through grey pines, leaving the man behind; sit up to see, there’s only 20 miles to go
We’ve only got one mind; make it count in real-time, go mold your key, take a sabbatical with me
I hate leaving home again; always this time of year; with garden growing, better grab another beer
Watching the birds fly; I love watching birds fly, 6000 miles just to chase their wings
The taste of whiskey, green with envy, leave the 9-5, there’s only 20 miles to go
Loosen the ties that bind, set the canvass how you like, leave the monkeys to fight,
Dare to test your dreams (it’s not my time, it’s not my time)
Laying down I feel skinny again, me and my goofy grin, should you slap my face or kiss me again?
I wonder why a grown man, can’t sit here and cry, but has to say he’s got dust in his eye
(It’s not my time, it’s not my time)
The Divide (Foster)
Making our way through the divide, one eye on the road, one eye on the prize
Maybe there will be one thing to unite us, making our way through the divide
Take a man’s money, he’ll go insane, don’t pick it up, you’ll be to blame
My bank roll doesn’t fold, making our way, the way I’m told
Eye contact promise that you can’t see, face the devil and state your creed
Get on your knees to sing, making our way to solve everything
A nation at war will settle the score, musical chairs and steam rolls
Cheat & steal, I’ve got mine, making our way through the divide
Making our way through the divide, one eye on the road, one eye on the prize
Maybe there will be one thing to unite us, making our way through the divide
I’m lost like a motherless child, like a compass that trusts desire
Break a few eggs against the train, making our way through all the pain
All songs Copyright 2013 Jonathan Foster