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Going South

 
What Did My Daddy Know?

Illicit Passion
Going South
I Got One About You
I Must Be Out Of My Mind
Farmer John


Everything Is You

Two Pirates
If I Could
We Got It Right
Old Hotels
Reverend Raymondo


 

What Did My Daddy Know?

I don't know what he was so mad about
but man he really tore off a strip
I really couldn’t see all the fussing and shouting
I’d just taken my bike  for a trip
But Daddy always thought that he knew best
as he locked up my bike in the yard
I’d already learned that life was a test
but Lord I never thought it’d get hard

And what did my daddy know?
Hell, I was damn near five years old
I’d been around the block, learned how to read a clock
And what did my daddy know? Yeah, what did my daddy know?

I did a lot of dumb things as a kid
trying hard to be a man
It hurt when he strapped me, he told me it did
Must be something only parents understand
Still I had to learn it all the hard way
you’d have to beat it in and send me to bed
Sometimes I could fly in pursuit of the truth
sometimes I wish I’d just stayed in bed

And what did my Daddy know?
Looking back down that long hard road
The times that he’d scold me,  the things that he told me
What did my Daddy know? What did my Daddy know?

You know, it’s rarely a question of seeing the light
It’s more a case of letting it be
I opened my heart on hot Spanish night and suddenly my Daddy is me
I finally learned what he was talking about the only time I smacked a kid of my own
I said, honey don’t you ever make me do this again
‘cause it hurts me more than you know

And what did my daddy know?
He’d nod and say, Son, been down that road
The older that I get, the smarter that he gets
What did my daddy know?

What did my daddy know?
Looking back from fifty years on
The things that he told me, the times that he’d scold me
What did my Daddy know? Yeah, what did my Daddy know?

©2006 Jack Pledge
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Illicit Passion

I didn’t get the message ‘till the other day
my mother wrote to say that we had lost her.
I only wish she’d found a way to speak her mind,
to drop the alibis and talk it over.
But I went off like some fool from a song
wondering how I’d got it all so wrong.  
She said she needed time for us to be apart,
she didn’t have the heart to say it’s over.

But then she turned around and said I broke her heart.
She had to play the part of wounded lover.
While I went off like some fool from a song
and found out second hand how she’d done me wrong.

I was a victim of illicit passion,
a blind man with eyes open wide,
a topic of light conversation,
a fool with an unfaithful bride.

When I heard they put the pennies on her eyes
I came to realize I’d never loved her.
But in the years that passed since we went separate ways
I wish I’d learned to say I can forgive her
for treating me like some fool from a song
who found out second hand how she’d done me wrong.

I was a victim of illicit passion…

©2006 Jack Pledge

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Going South

There was no point in talking about it with so little they were willing to say.
With nothing to share and no one to care, well it didn’t really matter anyway.
That’s when he’d turn to the bottle, and she’d turn up the Rolling Stones.
And then after the fight they’d make love in the night cause it was better than sleeping alone.
And sometimes he’d think about leaving, if he could just get his feet on the floor.
He’d slip off his ring, he’d pack a few things and he’d leave a short note on the door.
He’d say,
I’m going south or I’m going crazy. Either way I’ve got to be free.
I love you darling but you’re making me crazy and I’ve got to think about me.
 
Once they were passionate lovers but the passion had faced away.
Now they were older, the love had grown cold and there wasn’t much reason to stay.
But he was never really going to leave her. No, that was one thing that he’d never do.
Cause she paid the bills so he took the pills and hung around feeling abused.
But she got tired of that same old song and when she couldn’t take anymore,
She slipped off her ring, she packed a few things and she left a short note on the door.
She said,
I’m going south or I’m going crazy. Either way I’ve got to be free.
 I love you darling but you’re loud and you’re lazy, and you don’t really care about me.

Now she’s going south and he’s going crazy. Either way they’re sleeping alone.
He’s on the floor with a bottle of whiskey; she’s on her way back home.

©2006 Jack Pledge
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I’ve Got One About You

So you’re going out to dance? Don’t think you’re doing something new.
A little lie, a little chance. Don’t say you don’t, I know you do.
Seeking out the trendy places, paying at the door.
Seeking out the trendy faces, hunting on the floor...
 
I know you’re looking for romance.
It’s written plainly on your face. I know the music to the dance.
I know the time, I know the place.
Flashing smiles in pick up bars, touching on the floor.
Flashing lights and rented cars, I’ve seen it all before…
Making love a game of chance.
 
I heard a story about you. Don’t try to lie, I’ve got the proof.
So just remember if you’re thinking you can sue,
You’ve got one about me, now I’ve got one about you…

©2006 Jack Pledge

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I Must Be Out Of My Mind

I would give all that I own if you would just leave me alone
If you would stop kissing me, saying you miss me
And asking when I’m coming home.
'Cause I’m tired of being your fool but each time I tell you we’re through
You hold me a squeeze me, and say that you need me,
And I tell myself that it’s true.
So I must be out of my mind to think that it’ll be different this time
When I know you’ll only be leaving me lonely just like you do every time.
Yeah, I must be out of my mind.

If I could make one wish come true I’d wish that I’d never met you.
There must be some magic to end all this tragedy. I wish I knew what to do.
But I’ve learned to live with the lies, the tears and the frequent goodbyes.
I let you deceive me, love me and leave me, and keep all the hurting inside.
So I must be out of my mind…

©2006 Jack Pledge

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Farmer John

John Hatton never was much of a farmer.
The only thing he ever grew was weed.
But he could play guitar like his fingers were on fire
till the Devil came and  took away his speed.

When I knew him now he’d got back to basics,
played a fretless bass, sang Whiter Shade Of Pale.
And through the whole campaign he  partied like a train.
I’m surprised he never found himself in jail.

And in my mind I have a picture of the Farmer
in the moonlight stuck out on a beach with a whiskey and a smoke.
Grooving to the rhythm of the music in his soul,
he’s raising Hell in Paradise and playing Rock and Roll.
Yeah, raising Hell in Paradise and playing Rock and Roll.


Now the Farmer wasn’t one for pulling punches
and I hesitate to say that we were friends.
But if I have one regret over all the times we met
it’s that I never went to see him at the end.

When he got the call to meet his Maker
and to leave this crippled veil of tears behind,
they could have threatened him with Hell but he waited for the bell
cause he wouldn’t take his leave till closing time.

And in my mind I have a picture of the Farmer young and healthy,
hassling the angels for a whiskey and a smoke.
Grooving to the rhythm of the music in his soul,
he’s raising Hell in Paradise and playing Rock and Roll.
Yeah, raising Hell in Paradise and playing Rock and Roll.

©2006 Jack Pledge

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Everything Is You

Once when I was younger and I came home in disgrace
I ran up to my mother’s room and I wouldn’t show my face
Now that I am older, when it seems my life is through
I just reach out for my old guitar and write a song for you.

Cause when I lose myself in my music
that’s when I lose myself in you
All the music that’s within me is just there because of you.
And if I had to choose to give up everything or you,
I’d gladly give it all away cause all I need is you.
 

If failures were rewarded like the feats of men of old,
I’d probably be the king by now, I’d have a pot of gold.
But when I’m not remembered, when there’s nothing left to say,
I just reach out for my old guitar and I sit down and play,

Cause when I lose myself in my music…

©2006 Jack Pledge

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Two Pirates
 

Laying out of sight we were two pirates stranded on an island paradise.
Blinded by the night we were tossed out in the lights just like a pair of dice.
And so we hid behind our alibis. Two actors facing off with loaded lines…
When I looked into your eyes and I saw the curtains falling for the first time
Underneath the tropic skies I could see a man imprisoned by a closed mind.
You let the devils in with open eyes. You need the tragedy to get you high, high, high.
And when you said you were misjudged that was your first reply.

How we danced on the sand, made romance with the children of the night
How we’d sing to the ocean, spread our wings with the notion we could fly
Ah, we could fly…
 
Well, it’s been a thousand nights since we pirates fled that island paradise.
The thousand colored lights where we were tossed out in the night just like a pair of dice.
I feel much older now but wiser too. And now and then I stop to think of you.
And when I said you were misjudged, that was my final lie.

How we danced on the sand…

©2006 Jack Pledge

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If I Could

If I  could, I would find a way to know you So I could show you all you mean to me.
And if I could, I would let you see through my eyes, Then you’d realize, all you are to me.
 
And if I could, I would wrap my love around you, and I’d surround you and keep you from all harm.
And if I could, I would lay right down beside you, so I could hide you safe within my arms.
 
And if I could, I would be an anchor to hold you tight through all your stormy seas.
And when the sun returns to soothe the ocean, you’d unfurl the sheets and sail away with me…

©2006 Jack Pledge

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We Got It Right

I’ve got a ten year old rust bucket with a blown up engine and balding tires.
I’ve got a long sad history of missed connections and a habit of crossing wires.
But when the sun goes down on the mountain town and we cuddle up for the night,
I know everything is going to be just fine, Honey when you hold me tight
When you hold me tight.

I’ve got a half finished house in the mountains with a half grown daughter and a pig-hunting gun.
I’ve got twenty-five years in a stalled career and a half-baked reason to run.
But when the sun goes down on the mountain town and we cuddle up for the night
I know everything is going to be just fine, Honey when you hold me tight
When you hold me tight…

Cause we ain’t got much but we’ve got each other
And that’s enough to get me through the night.
We’ve got a love and we’ve got forever,
And it don’t matter what else goes wrong cause Honey
We’ve got it right…

Cause, we don’t need much when we’ve got each other,
And that’s enough to get me through the night…

©2006 Jack Pledge

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Old Hotels

I cleaned my room. I washed my face.
I cried but tears could not erase
The empty taste of one more wasted day.
I walked the dog. I caught a cold,
I’m still too young to feel this old,
And I need you now to take the cold away.

These old hotels and boarding house rooms
They feel like empty shells scattered on the dunes.
So please excuse me for all my talk of gloom.
When I see you next, I’ll fly you to the moon.

And these old hotels and back water bars,
They’ll take the soul you sell and put it in a jar.
So if you’d help me to navigate the bar
Just shine your light, you my morning star.

©2006 Jack Pledge

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Reverend Raymondo

It’s a quarter to nine and you’ve looked everywhere.
A man of his size couldn’t vanish in there.
The manager’s checking his watch with a glare
and Ray’s giving the pokies his dough.
Well, he runs up and swears that the bar clock is wrong.
He sits down on stage and he starts up a song.
And nobody know that you‘re just hanging on,
cause he’s already stolen the show.  


A great jolly minstrel with riddles and rhymes,
he’d pull on your heart strings and mess with your mind,
and leave in the air the sweet fragrance of thyme
like you’ve just been to Scarborough Fair.
An unwanted child with a curious ear,
he turned to the music to hide all his fears.
And the lonely old bastard could bring me to tears
when he played a wild Irish air.  


He was a pain in the ass in more ways than one.
He’d drink all your booze and eat all your buns,
and make sure that you laughed at his terrible puns,
then tell you his worries and cares.
Then he and his fiddle would pull out a tune.
A Celtic concerto would fill up the room.
And sometimes in winter, the flowers would bloom
when he played a wild Irish air.  


So pick up your fiddle please, Reverend Raymondo,
Play us some hornpipes and reels and jigs.
Play for us Reverend Raymondo Magnifico,
play us the old Blacktown Jig.

Now Tim and the Reverend have done their last gig.
He’ll no more be playing those wild Irish jigs,
Or poking the pokies and doing his dough,
then fronting to steal the show.
No, he’s packed up his fiddle and left it at home.
He’ll no longer need it, the gig’s got its own.
And he didn’t take baggage or heartbreak or pain
when he took that last outbound train…

©2006 Jack Pledge

 

Ray

 

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