"Deb's Big Idea"
Who is Deb and what's the big idea? For it's entire working life this CD was know as "Deb's Big Idea". That's because, Deb insisted that my next record somehow capture not just the music but the incredible energy that fills the room when we gather to make it. That energy is you, the listener, the heart of my music. And so the idea to record an intimate concert in Kevin and Marla's living room was born. (P.S. Deb's baby girl was born shortly thereafter!)
Who is the man on the keys making it sound so great?
Well, that would be Peter Farrell. ITalented songwriter, singer, producer and instrumentalist extraordinaire (keys, sax, guitar, bass, French horn...whatever he lays his hands on). And above all that, a spirit to be reckoned with. To hear some of Peter's original music, check out http://www.KFMBand.com
What is a house concert?
If your idea of the perfect live music experience DOESN'T include a smokey bar, a two drink minimum or the cappuccino machine accompaniment to "Old Man Winter", then you just might love hosting a house concert. What better way to enjoy live music than in the comfort of your own home with good friends. For more information on how easy it would be to present Meghan and Peter live at YOUR house, please email Meghan at houseconcerts@meghancary.com.
Produced by Meghan Cary, Peter Farrell and Kevin Lacy Recorded live January 10 & 11, 2004 in Kevin and Marla's living room by Kevin Lacy Mixed by Kevin Lacy at www.FreudianSlipRecording.com All songs written and arranged by Meghan Cary except "The Dog Song" written by Don Metz Additional arrangements by Peter Farrell Mastered by David Torrey at DRT Mastering Design: Michelle Dispensa Photography: Michelle Dispensa All songs © 2004 Meghan Cary MB5504 except "The Dog Song" ©1990 Don Metz (BMI)
P.S. Look for the secret track! Moments from the two live recording shows that didn't make the record but are definitely not to be missed!!
Lyrics: Live at Your House
My LifeIn suburbia I can drive in my car just down the block it doesn't get me so far but it sure does seem I'm living the American Dream I'm playing grown-up at the grocery store pretending to live a life I couldn't lead any more than I could fly man I fly so high when I'm laughing on the stage and sleeping in motels weeping on the page I know it sounds like hell but it is my life, where I wanna be my life, I don't know what you see but it's my life and its enough for me it's my life playing Barbie in a dress and high heels I look so fine but it makes me feel anything anything but real but when I'm laughing on the stage and sleeping in motels weeping on the page it seems to fit so well because its chorus on a late train form New Orleans I wonder am I finally headed home or is that just another stop along the way on this path I am destined to roam in my life chorus I'm playing grown-up in suburbia like playing Barbie only better
it's a much darker song its a much sharper pen it's not about longing or losing again its an old rusty chamber that used to house gold rattling and empty it's stories all told can I take a step back and remember a time when meter meant nothing and words didn't rhyme can I be the young love still thrilled at the touch of a warm sleeping back after loving too much and how can I tell you and set myself free from these circling thoughts that are strangling me can I live in the touch of your hand for a day before blaming this business and running away stilted and small they drop on the page these words once were rivers now dried up with age and how can I tell you and set myself free from these circling thoughts that are strangling me its a much darker song its a much sharper pen
our Subaru was bathed in mud our sleeping bags were soggy we were not smelling like we should feeling rather groggy but our tent was stowed we were on the road we came here to play there'll be no lolly-gagging we've got three more shows today making music in the mountains its a grand adventure its biscuits in our bellies and grits that can't be beat making music in the mountains means sleeping 'neath the stars haven't found a reason yet to return to Bleecker Street Steve was quite a vision paisley shirt, VW bus from the look on his whiskered face he dug the look of us he said come on home for dinner girls my wife would like you too we said thank you kindly Steve but we've got way too much to do making music in the mountains it's a grand adventure it's bug bites on our bottoms and sunburn on our feet making music in the mountains means sleeping 'neath the stars haven't found a reason yet to return to Bleecker Street it's six a.m. we're singing our songs at the local radio station admittedly not a frequency heard across the nation but later that night at the barbeque pit our waitress said with a start aren't you those two rock stars I heard on my way to the Walmart? making music in the mountains is a grand adventure itsnature without boundries and the people are so neat making music in the mountains means sleeping 'neath the stars haven't found a reason yet to return to Bleecker Street no we haven't found a reason yet to return to Bleecker Street
You weren't expecting to hear from me but there's something outside you just have to see I thought it might be worth a call its so full and bright right now but when you look again it could be so small I didn't want you to miss the moon I didn't want you to miss the moon by the way I think its great you're getting married I got the news yesturday everybody thought it would be you and me I was so busy searching back then I looked right past what I should've seen I didn't want you to miss the moon I didn't want you to miss the moon her pale clear light is strong enough to pull the tide away too soon I didn't want you to miss the moon I guess I really called to let you know something I shoul've told you long ago that no one's ever loved me like you do like you used to I didn't want you to miss the moon you weren't expecting to hear from me.
leave me alone, can't you see its killing me? leave me alone, step back into my memory and when I lay me down to sleep won't you please stop haunting me I'm making plans, they don't include you I'm making plans, its time I see them through all I ask of you, let me do what I gotta do because I'm through walking with your ghost I'm through walking with your ghost I'm through walking with your ghost I'm through walking with your ghost no promises, life doesn't give them no promises, still I'm gonna trust in love again gonna open up my heart gonna let somebody in I'm through walking with your ghost I'm through walking with your ghost I'm through living like the best I've ever had is come and gone I'm moving on I'm through walking with your ghost I'm through walking with your ghost I'm through
wistfully I gaze across the mighty river Hudson once I lived among those tall steel towers now I'm here with all the hair the grass the trees the clearer air and I wonder have I made a grave mistake? I moved to Jersey for love and a parking space Now I have to take a bus to get into Manhattan once I traveled solely underground this bus won't take my metrocard the brakes aren't loud the seats aren't hard and I wonder will I soften in this place? I moved to Jersey for love and a parking space Every day my neighbor who lives across the yard feels the need to say "hello"what she's up to I don't know but maybe I should give the cops a call but when would they get here at this pace? I moved to Jersey for love and a parking space I walk in the door's unlocked and just inside your waiting the car is safely stowed in our garage maybe we'll eat in tonight it's a novel idea but it feels just right and maybe this new state is one of grace I moved to jersey for love I moved to jersey for love I moved to jersey for love
on a clear and cloudless day I think I see an answered prayer but then I look again I see nothing but the glare I turn and walk away but my mind is playing games I think I hear a voice someone calling out my name I shade my eyes and much to my surprise someone's really there just beyond the glare I must've lost you in the light I turn and face the sun I try to clear my mind but your hand is on my shoulder your voice comes from behind chorus the picture's not complete without the lines where light and darkness meet when I turn to face my shadow its suddenly clear you were always right here chorus I shade my eyes and at last I realize you were always there just beyond the glare I must've lost you in the light I guess I lost you in the light
red Texas dirt still clings to my shoes as I travel these white concrete streets a soft Texas smile warms up my heart and just might touch every stranger I meet I've criss-crossed this continent so many times every hello begins with goodbye leaving is something I've learned how to do, and I never thought I might miss you. I always leave Austin exhausted unwound but full of a freedom and ease big Texas sky holds on in my mind I close my eyes I feel the warm Texas breeze I've carried you along with me so many times your laughter, a touch, a look in your eye. never before has this longing come too this time I think I might miss you. I might miss you I might miss you this time I think I might miss you I've walked away from you so many times I've learned that goodbye is said best with a smile but to my surprise I've broken that rule and this time I think I might miss you. I might miss you I might miss you this time I think I might miss you
sunlight and shadow as we pass beneath the trees warm and cold upon our faces dancing to the crackling leaves our hearts join in the dance of this bittersweet romance as the seasons roll away from us without a backward glance sunlight and shadow as I pass those trees alone the music's not the same now that I'm on my own. there's a feeling that I get when the sun is on my face its a longing for the season's past when I slept in your embrace now the summer leaves behind a void I can't describe the nights grow colder as I grow older without you by my side and if I could, I would still the autumn breeze I'd wrestle old man winter and I'd bring him to his knees there's a feeling that I get when the sun is on my face its a longing for the season's past when I slept in your embrace sunlight and shadow they pass through every life glittering on the gold and darkening with the strife a lifetime flits away like the passing of a day as the years roll out behind me and there's nothing I can say except the summer leaves behind a void I can't describe the nights grow colder as I grow older without you by my side and if i could, I would still the autumn breeze I'd wrestle old man winter and I'd bring him to his knees for the winter chill cuts to the very bone and the frigid sheets beside me remind me I'm alone
out of state license plate, Mercedes Benz a big city lawyer and his slick city friends came down my road like a train down a track and they left my poor dog in a ditch on his back. so i jumped in my pick-up and i followed that car i met them just after they'd stopped at a bar i slid in behind him and that lawyer turned red i grabbed his silk necktie and here's what i said you mangled my dog you son of a bitch you left him for dead on his back in a ditch you miserable coward you never turned around now i'll do to you what you did to my hound well he stammered and he stuttered some lame-brain excuse his friends tried to help but it wasn't any use he figured for certain he was gonna get hurt so he grabbed a thick billfold from under his shirt and he counted out fifties and twentites and tens i told him: keep counting we could get to be friends i left him five dollars out of all that he owned then i jumped in my truck and ran back down the road he mangled my dog that son of a bitch he left him for dead on his back in a ditch now five hundred dollars won't ever repay what he did to my dog but it sure as hell helps well i got back to my place and wasn't i pleased to see my old mutt on the porch scratching fleas he scratched as he waited as he snapped at a fly for the next big black car to come barrelling by. you mangled my dog you son of a bitch you left him for dead on his back in a ditch now five hundred dollars won't ever repay what you did to my dog happens three times a day
last week we rode thru the streets of New York City dodging cars in search of a bar where we could drink for free freedom was the treasure we were racing for all day we both knew there'd be a price to pay our next day together is a movie in my mind holding hands and making plans for adventures yet to come there'll be no talk of leaving this love we've found behind I have you everyday in the movie in my mind thursdays in the park through the summer could it be enough to fill this empty well sparkling days and dancing nights is it all a dream I know your answer only time will tell only time will tell if this love will grow will it stay right here or will we find the faith it needs to let it go let it grow if I could I'd read ahead and find out how this ends it seems without a guarentee you'll stay up on your fence I can't promise what we have is the miracle you seek and so I'll have to live for love one day a week chorus
It's the day that follows Thursday she can't get out of bed those familiar words running through her head she's heard them all before but this time hoped for more in the darkness that's her mind she rearranges every word the morning sun's reflecting off cobwebs in her mind she ducks inside afraid of what she'll find believing so long she wonders could she have been wrong? it seems the man beyond the myth always falls behind but she's waiting by the window she's waiting, waiting she's waiting by the window with a bottle of wine and a whole lot of time on her hands she'll choose the myth the truth it is too sane she'll choose the fantasy so he will remain the one who'll never part the god who won her heart the face that's always smiles hides a soul torn apart chorus she'll understand why he went away she'll understand why again he can't stay chorus
when I pass a graveyard I cross the street I cross a railroad I iift my feet I touch the roof and my angel comes tumbling down freedom is just not looking for reasons look at the moon or the changing seasons who told them they were right or they were wrong? I may never know how I made it this far but wherever you go there you are I'm going to live like there's no tomorrow I'm going to love you like there is no sorrow to fear its all coming clear sun comes up on a beautiful morning I see my life spread out before me set me up with those wings I can fly who says there's no second chance I have a lifetime to learn this dance I've made a plan to live until the day I die the wind may blow and the rain may fall but I'm gonna jitterbug right through it all I'm going to live like there's no tomorrow I'm going to love you like there is no sorrow to fear its all coming clear you have loved and you have lost so you'll play it safe but at what cost you've gotta live like there's no tomorrow you've gotta love like there is no sorrow to fear its all coming clear