Motherlode

Released June 20, 2006 | Sleeveless

Created with the listener in mind — to let you inside Sara’s mind. Choose your mood, and choose your disc.

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Disc One contains songs of universal woe and quiet lament in conjunction with womankind: from depression, addiction, domestic violence, murder, insomnia, Sara’s family ties to President John and Abigail Adams, a mother’s hands, and finding faith in one’s own song.

Disc Two is a woman’s heart, bright and sparkling, with undercurrents of frustration and wanting: returning to the joys of love, sex, hope, saints, children, little birds and the garden.

DISC ONE: THE MIRROR (OF DESPAIR)

A SONG OF YOU words & music by Sara Hickman and David Batteau (Le Petite Bonheur/BMI & Highways of Sound/ASCAP)

TO A MADDENING GHOST words and music by Sara Hickman (Le Petite Bonheur/BMI)

WAGONER’S LAD traditional

LIVING IN QUIET DESPERATION words by Sara Hickman, music by Sara Hickman and Eddy Hobizal (Le Petite Bonheur/BMI & EJHMusic/ASCAP)

MAD WORLD words & music by Roland Orzabel (Chrysalis Music Pub./BMI)

TWENTY YEARS TO LIFE words & music by Tricia Mitchell & Monte Warden (Ponderin’ Peaches Pub./BMI & Moonkiss Music/BMI)

MOTHER’S LITTLE HELPER words & music by Mick Jagger & Keith Richards (ABKCO Music/BMI)

COMFORT’S SIGH words & music by Sara Hickman (Le Petite Bonheur/BMI)

MY MAMA’S HANDS words & music by Sara Hickman (Le Petite Bonheur/BMI)

DISC TWO: THE THREAD (OF HAPPINESS)

BIRDHOUSE* words & music by Sara Hickman & David Batteau (Le Petite Bonheur/BMI & Highways of Sound/ASCAP)

TWO DAYS TODAY words & music by Sara Hickman (Le Petite Bonheur/BMI)

LEARN YOU LIKE A BOOK words & music by Colin Boyd and Tricia Mitchell (White Headed Fly Music/BMI & Ponderin’ Peaches Pub./BMI)

ARE WE EVER GONNA HAVE SEX AGAIN? words & music by Amy Rigby & Sherry Rich (Songs of Welk/Lympia Music/BMI & Yak Yak Music/Pandora Mink Music/SESAC)

STUPID LOVEwords & music by Sara Hickman & Phil Parlapiano (Le Petite Bonheur/BMI & Parlapiano Music/BMI)

GOOD words & music by Amy Meyers (Cheshire Cat Club Music/ASCAP)

ENUFwords & music by Mark Addison and Nina Singh (Ba Doom Poom/Artifact/Almo/On-Base Music/ASCAP)

ALWAYS A SAINT words and music by Paul Hudson (Hop-Little Music/BMI)

LITTLE BIRD OF ANGER words & music by Bob Ackerman (Made in Texas Music Pub./ASCAP)

THIS TOO WILL PASS words & music by Peter Himmelman (WB Music Corp./ASCAP)

YOUR REWARD words & music by Dan Cohen (Thunderbunny Music/BMI)

  • Produced & Arranged with great love and care by Sara Hickman
    Executively Produced by Paul and Joan Hudson, Liz and Duff Stewart, Gene Cowan, Judy Wisch and Sara Hickman
    * Produced by Paul Fox
    † Produced by Phil Parlapiano
    ‡ Produced by Courtney Audain

    Shawn Colvin appears courtesy of Nonesuch Records.
    Ruthie Foster appears courtesy of Blue Corn Music.
    Jimmy LaFave appears courtesy of Red House Records.
    Kelly Willis appears courtesy of Rykodisc.
    Courtney Audain appears courtesy of Coinhead.

    Recorded at Congress House Studios, Austin, TX (except where noted)
    Engineered by Mark Hallman, Marty Lester and Ned Stewart
    This album was mixed by Mark Hallman
    Mixed where noted by Marty Lester

  • A Song of You
    Acoustic Guitar: David Batteau
    Drum Loop: Joe McDermott
    Padding, Cello: Eddy Hobizal
    Harmony: Sara
    Drum loop, guitar and vocals recorded at Joe McDermott’s studio, Austin
    Everything else recorded and mixed with Mark Hallman at Congress House

    This song was inspired by the letters of John and Abigail Adams, who just happen to be Sara’s great, great, great, etc. grandparents.

    Here in this damp, unfinished room
    Searching for signs of things to come
    Here in the heart of an empty home
    I remember you

    And there is no picture on this wall
    There are no voices down the hall
    There are no memories at all
    Where I remember you

    Under this roof
    Under this sign
    Beneath the weight
    Of starry skies
    Beneath the cover of the night
    I remember you

    A red-wing blackbird calling spring
    our dreams are forged in everything
    The clouds will part, the sun will sing
    A song of you

    Under this roof
    Under this sign
    Beneath the weight
    Of starry skies
    Beneath the cover of the night
    I remember you

    Distant bells
    An ancient arrow
    Time casts a shadow
    Beneath a halo
    Between the heartbeats
    Early to bed, early to rise
    Oh, a love lived so well

    Under this roof
    Under this sign
    Beneath the weight
    Of starry skies
    Beneath the cover of this night
    I remember this roof
    Under this sign
    Beneath the weight
    Of starry skies
    Beneath the cover of this night
    I remember you


    To a Maddening Ghost
    Acoustic guitar: Sara
    Electric guitar: David Grissom
    Harmony: Sara
    Strings: Tosca
    Strings Arranged by Will Taylor

    I haven’t slept in seven years
    I think I’ve forgotten what it’s like to dream
    But I know I used to close my eyes
    And drift off into deep blue skies
    At least that’s what I do remember

    Perhaps no more than most
    There is a voice inside my head
    Crawling into bed with me
    And as she whiles away the time
    That, once, was rightfully mine
    I’ve begun to play host
    To a maddening ghost

    Each night I lay me down to sleep
    The Lord my soul I pray to keep
    But as He watches over everyone
    My night has only just begun
    Staring, at the ceiling
    As I wander this forsaken land
    Wishing I could understand
    How to shut my mind and just let go
    But as soon as she arrives
    I’m forced to raise a toast…
    To this maddening ghost

    Please let me rest in peace
    I’m dying to rest…in…peace

    The earth has no choice but to woo the sun
    And, so, my problem seems like such a small one
    But when each day is said and done
    The earth and I have one thing in common:
    We’re both running in circles
    Tonight I’m thankful for all we are
    No distant dreams or wishes on a dying star
    And as soon as she arrives
    I will not let her close…
    Ah…
    This maddening ghost…


    Wagoner’s Lad
    Acoustic Guitar: Sara
    Percussion: Michael Longoria
    Harmonies: Sara
    (Additional lyrics by Sara)

    Oh hard is the fortune….Of all womankind..
    They’re always controlled…they’re always confined
    Controlled by their parents….until they are wives
    Then slaves to their husbands
    The rest of their lives

    Oh I’m just a poor girl…My fortune is sad
    I’ve always been courted by the wagoner’s lad
    He’s courted me daily, by night and by day
    And now he is loaded and going away

    Your parents don’t like me…because I am poor
    They say I’m not worthy…of entering your door
    I work for my living…my money’s my own
    And if they don’t like me….they can leave me alone

    My wagon needs greasing….My hip meant to bend
    Come lay down beside me…as long as you can
    My wagon is greasy…your whip’s in my hand
    So hang on my darling…we’ll do as we’ve planned

    My horses are hungry…go feed them on hay
    Come sit down beside me….my darling…as long as you may
    My horses ain’t hungry, they won’t eat your hay
    So fair thee well, darling….I’m going away

    Oh hard is the fortune…of all womankind
    They’re always controlled they’re always confined
    Controlled by their parents…until they are wives
    Then slaves to their husbands …. the rest of their lives


    Living in Quiet Desperation
    Piano: Eddy Hobizal
    Bass: Glenn Fukunaga
    Drums: Brad Evilsizer
    Electric Guitar (driving): Mitch Watkins
    Electric Guitar (driving and lead): David Grissom
    Harmonies: Sara
    Mixed by Marty Lester

    Wake up each morning and I take up my day
    Make the bed to tuck my feelings away
    I smell the coffee, search for what I can say
    To you…

    I kiss the children as I’m brushing their hair
    I can’t seem to find my left shoe
    The dog pissed the floor, I don’t know how much more
    I can take with all that I’ve left to do…

    Now I’m living in quiet desperation
    I’m living in somebody else’s dream
    I’m living a life of wanting something
    That I can’t even seem to believe

    I try my hardest to be too many people
    Too many people want me to be
    But the truth is a bubble, taking up room
    If I could pop it maybe then I could breathe…

    Then there’s the love that we promised… I see it… it’s torn apart at the seams
    No one took the time to teach me how to sew… no one’s as mean to me as me….

    Now I’m living in quiet desperation
    I’m living in somebody else’s dream
    I’m living a life of wanting something
    That I can’t even seem to believe

    You’re looking in my eyes… do you see me waving back inside?
    This isn’t how it all has to be
    But the laughter hides tears
    That can’t soothe a soul
    That feels it is losing the best of it’s years….

    Now I’m living in quiet desperation
    I’m living in somebody else’s dream
    I’m living a life of wanting something
    That I can’t even seem to believe


    Mad World
    Piano: Eddy Hobizal
    Bass, Acoustic Guitars, Acoustic Lead : Robert McIntee
    Electric Guitar (melody): Mitch Watkins
    Electric Guitar (swells and solo): David Grissom
    Little Girl: Lily
    Keening: Gretchen Phillips
    Sound Effects: Borrowed from real life

    As featured on “Vampire Diaries”

    All around me are familiar faces
    Worn out places
    Worn out faces
    Bright and early for the daily races
    Going nowhere
    Going nowhere

    Their tears are filling up their glasses
    No expression
    No expression
    Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
    No tomorrow
    No tomorrow

    And I find it kind of funny
    I find it kind of sad
    The dreams in which I’m dying
    Are the best I’ve ever had
    I find it hard to tell you
    I find it hard to take
    When people run in circles
    It’s a very very

    Mad world
    Mad world

    Children waiting for the day they feel good
    Happy birthday
    Happy birthday
    Want to feel the way every child should
    Sit and listen
    Sit and listen

    I went to school and I was very nervous
    No one knew me
    No one knew me
    Hello teacher, tell me what’s my lesson?
    Looked right through me
    She looked right through me

    And I find it kind of funny
    I find it kind of sad
    The dreams in which I’m dying
    Are the best I’ve ever had
    I find it hard to tell you
    I find it hard to take
    When people run in circles
    It’s a very very

    Mad world
    Mad world

    And I find it kind of funny
    I find it kind of sad
    The dreams in which I’m dying
    Are the best I’ve ever had
    I find it hard to tell you
    I find it hard to take
    When people run in circles
    It’s a very very

    Mad world
    Sad world
    Mad girl
    Mad world


    Twenty Years to Life
    Chain: Michael Longoria
    Acoustic Guitar: Sara
    Mandolin effect: Mark Hallman
    Accordian: Chip Dolan
    Harmony: Kelly Willis

    My name is Dorothy Hanson, number 36425
    I sit here in my prison cell for twenty years to life
    For twenty years I loved a man with a temper like a gun
    Sometimes I wasn’t good enough, some days his only one

    I made his house a home for us
    I stood to take his blows
    And I pray we’ll meet in heaven, but only Jesus knows
    I’ve had eleven busted ribs and scars and sprains that you can’t see
    A dentist put a bridge in where my front teeth used to be

    Twenty years to life, I was a prisoner as his wife
    And I’ve fallen through a trap door between wrong and right
    I killed the man I pledged my life to when I took my vows
    I’ll be sitting here just praying that God can sort it out

    Every once in awhile he used to turn on all his charms
    He’d tell me, “Dottie, you’re my angel,” then he’d rock me in his arms
    I seek the good in everyone, I do the best I can
    It got to where I couldn’t find much goodness in that man

    They asked me why I stayed with him
    But they couldn’t sympathize
    They never felt the straw that broke my back a thousand times
    I dreamed last night I put a dozen roses on his grave
    And God gave me forgiveness for the heart I couldn’t save

    Twenty years to life, I was a prisoner as his wife
    And I’ve fallen through a trap door between wrong and right
    I killed the man I pledged my life to when I took my vows
    I’ll be sitting here just praying that God can sort it out
    I’ll just sit and pray and maybe God can help me sort it out


    Mother’s Little Helper
    Acoustic Guitar: Mitch Watkins
    Bass: Steve Zirkel
    Drums: Brad Evilsizer
    Strings: Tosca
    String Arrangement: Danny Levin
    Harmony: Sara
    Mixed by Marty Lester

    “Kids are different today”… I hear every mother say….
    “Mother needs something to help to calm her down…”
    And though she’s not really ill… there’s a little yellow pill
    She goes running for the shelter of a mother’s little helper
    And it helps her on her way… gets her through her busy day

    Things are different today… I hear every mother say
    Cooking fresh food for her husband’s just a drag
    So she buys an instant cake… and defrosts her frozen steak
    And goes running for the shelter of her mother’s little helper
    And it helps her on her way… gets her through her busy day

    Doctor, please… some more of these… outside the door
    She took four more…. What a drag it is getting old….

    Men just aren’t the same today
    I hear every mother say… They just don’t appreciate that you get tired
    It’s so hard to satisfy
    You can tranquilize your mind… So, go running for the shelter
    Of a mother’s little helper
    And it gets you through the night… gets you through your desperate plight

    Doctor, please…. some more of these
    Outside the door… she took four more
    What a drag it is getting old

    Life’s just much too hard today… I hear every mother say
    The pursuit of happiness just seems a bore
    And if you take more of those
    You will get an overdose
    No more running for the shelter of a mother’s little helper
    They just help you on your way
    Get you through your busy, dying day


    Comfort’s Sigh
    Acoustic Guitars: Sara Hickman and Mitch Watkins
    Baritone Guitar: Mitch Watkins
    Drums: Brad Evilsizer
    Peruvian Flute: Eddy Hobizal
    Harmony: Sara

    I must have faith…in my own journey
    I must believe that I belong
    Though I am weary…and feel forgotten
    I’ll find the strength in my own song
    I see the sorrow of my yesterday…I read tomorrow’s front page news
    I hear a heartbeat long ago and bittersweet…it’s a glass slipper I’ll never lose
    I must have faith in my own journey
    I must believe that I belong
    Though I am weary…and feel forgotten
    I’ll find the strength in my own song
    There is a shadow over your shoulder ….
    Oh, I can witness…for I’ve had one, too…
    The lonely anguish…the flicker of anger
    So many questions…of what to do
    I must have faith in my own journey…I must believe that I belong
    Though I am weary…and feel forgotten…I’ll find the strength in my own song

    Many the stranger…standing at the window
    Watching the street…eyes in the rain
    Behind this curtain I’ve watched my dreams die
    Waiting for a lover’s hand…and comfort’s sigh
    I must have faith in my own journey
    I must believe that I belong
    Though I am weary and feel forgotten
    I’ll find the strength in my own song
    I’ll find the strength to carry on….


    My Mama’s Hands
    Acoustic Guitar: Sara
    Piano: Eddy Hobizal
    Bass: Steve Zirkel
    Drums: Brad Evilsizer
    Enoesque guitar: Mitch Watkins
    Electric Guitar: David Grissom
    Harmony: Kelly Willis

    “God has a plan,”
    She told me as she held me, oh, so tight
    “And I’ll be there,” she said, “When you get scared
    Just call out in the night…
    Maybe there’ll be times
    You won’t understand
    But just reach up you’ll find your mama’s hands…”

    And the time just flew
    Until I grew to be a child so wild and free
    Before I knew it
    I was grown
    and living out here on my own
    Everything I’d been
    Everything I’d been shown
    I’d first seen it through my mama’s hands

    “These are not goodbyes
    But a moment’s hesitation
    Look into my eyes, I promise we’ll meet again…”
    These were the words I heard as I held my mama’s hands

    Of everything….there’s no greater joy than the love
    A child can bring
    I watch her grow
    And she turns to me whenever she’s not sure
    I don’t know all the answers
    But I do the best I can
    I’ve come to see
    I’ve got my mama’s hands

    “These are not goodbyes
    But a moment’s hesitation
    Look into my eyes, I promise we’ll meet again…”
    These were the words I said as I held
    My daughter’s hands…

    The page is turning
    Now the memories are burning in my mind
    No one will know
    All the stories I’m bound to leave behind
    I’ve got to return
    To where my life began
    But when you look down
    You’ll see your mama’s hands


    Birdhouse
    Produced by Paul Fox, engineered & mixed by Ed Thacker
    Acoustic guitar: Sara Hickman
    Electric guitar: Adrian Belew
    Bass: Tony Levin
    Drums: Jerry Marotta
    Piano: David Sancious
    Vocals: Sara, David, Adrian, Paul and Franne Fox
    Harmonies: Sara
    Recorded at Bearsville Studio, Bearsville, NY

    He ruffles his feathers
    He whistles and caws
    This April in Texas
    In Sara’s backyard

    Sweet Sara, his starling
    He struts and he stares
    Dark wings of salvation
    Beating the air

    His eyes full of wishes
    He’s freed from the cage
    She preens for love’s favor
    The treetops her stage

    So blessed the treetops
    Who gather these ghosts
    These heartbeats from heaven
    These flickering hosts

    All that we’ve forgotten
    We’ve become machines…
    Turning to the garden
    To dream…

    Through birdland
    They tumble
    With wild dreams like weeds
    They spread through the garden
    When love comes to seed

    All that we’ve forgotten
    We’ve become machines…
    Returning to the garden
    To dream…


    Two Days Today
    Electric guitar: Sara Hickman
    Acoustic guitar: Mitch Watkins
    Bass: Steve Zirkel
    Drums: Brad Evilsizer
    Trumpet: Jimmy Shortell
    Trombone: Jon Blondell
    Sax: John Mills
    Horns arranged by: John Mills
    Harmony: Shawn Colvin
    Mixed by Marty Lester

    The lyrics to this song were originally written as an entry on Zen La La, Sara’s blog.

    No one knows for certain
    What’s behind the curtain of
    Their dreams
    We question
    We ponder
    We yodel and we wonder
    Is life everything it seems

    You’re thinking, you’re
    driving, I
    warned you
    You shouldn’t ever think and drive
    Still you mix it up inside
    Letting your spirit run and hide
    But look now we’ve arrived

    And I’m tripping, I’m
    Falling, I’m
    Hearing you, your voice
    You’re calling
    I’m laughing, I’m
    Sleeping, I’m
    Tapping toes to the heartbeat close to mine
    Feels like two days today

    One day ending
    One day beginning
    Spinning
    Always shining
    Hopping
    Skipping left to right
    Day to night
    Two wrongs sometimes make everything seem
    Alright

    Yes, today’s still today
    Tomorrow never really comes
    You wrestle with the demons
    Squeeze the sugar from the lemons
    When there’s still too much to be undone

    And I’m tripping, I’m
    Falling, I’m
    Hearing you, your voice
    You’re calling
    I’m laughing, I’m
    Sleeping, I’m
    Tapping toes to the heartbeat close to mine
    Feels like two days today

    Do you whistle while you work
    Do you ever feel the jerk
    Do you ever want to run outside?
    Do you need to take a break
    Shake your attic of mistakes
    Let your fingers do the walking
    Let ’em slide?

    See the clouds overhead
    Jumpin’ naked on your bed
    It’s your body, let it breathe
    Let it move, let it be
    Let it fly

    And I’m tripping, I’m
    Falling, I’m
    Hearing you, your voice
    You’re calling
    I’m laughing, I’m
    Sleeping, I’m
    Tapping toes to the heartbeat close to mine
    Feels like two days…

    I’m tripping, I’m
    Falling, I’m
    Hearing you, your voice
    You’re calling
    I’m laughing, I’m
    Sleeping, I’m
    Tapping toes to the heartbeat close to mine
    Feels like two days today


    Learn You Like a Book
    Acoustic Guitar: Sara
    Electric Guitar: Mitch Watkins
    Slide Guitar: David Grissom
    Bass: Steve Zirkel
    Drums: Brad Evilsizer
    Bazouki: Mark Hallman
    Male Voice: Colin Boyd
    Harmony: Sara
    Claps: Sara and Mark

    Tell me where you moved to long ago
    after Omaha
    I know you’ve probably told me once before
    I guess I forgot
    Let me see the words form in your mind
    I won’t make a sound
    I just want to watch them where they fall
    I want to take another look
    I want to learn you like a book

    Tell me about the places where you lived
    And the friends you made
    And how’d you get that scar above your eyes
    In the second grade?
    When you look into the mirror now
    Can you find the words?
    I don’t mind the silence in between
    It’s understood… I want to learn you like a book

    Turn the page
    We both have the time
    I’ll read every line

    I can only tell what’s on your mind
    If you talk to me
    I only want to get as close to you… as you’ll let me be
    And we’re not trying to build the pyramids
    It’s not surgery
    We’re the only ones who’ll ever know
    All the time it took
    I want to learn you like a book


    Are We Ever Gonna Have Sex Again?
    Acoustic Guitar: Mitch Watkins
    Upright Bass: Mark Rubin
    Drums: Brad Evilsizer
    Electric Guitar: Robert McIntee
    Yelling: Sara “Appalachian” Hickman
    Mixed by Marty Lester

    Life’s become a great big list
    Of things to do and buy and fix
    At night we pass out before ten
    Are we ever gonna have sex again?

    I looked for your id today
    Seein’ as it had gone away
    Well, it ain’t been used since who knows when
    Are we ever gonna have sex again?

    We used to be
    Triple-X rated
    Look at us now
    We’re so domesticated
    Don’tcha hate it?

    Whatever happened to babe and stud?
    Too much KFC and Bud
    I’ll shout it out into the wind
    Are we ever gonna have sex again?

    Come here baby and scratch my itch
    Or I’ll show you one mean ass bitch
    ‘Cos I’m so tired of acting zen
    Are we ever gonna have sex again?

    Screw “making love”
    It’s way too ambitious
    Let’s get down on the rug
    After you finish the dishes

    Not now, hon, the eggs are fryin’
    But you get extra points for tryin’
    Maybe I can squeeze you in
    Between the PTA and CNN

    Are we ever gonna have sex again?
    Don’t make me go to other men
    Are we ever gonna have sex…
    again?


    Stupid Love
    Produced by Phil Parlapiano
    Bass: Bill Bonk
    Drums: Scott Babcock
    Accordian, Guitars, Pianos: Phil Parlapiano
    Harmony: Sara
    Recorded at Phil Parlapiano’s in L.A.

    I’m standing on a corner
    By a building that looks
    Like an old Sears that just blew up
    You just finished yelling
    Nothing’s making sense
    And I feel like what the cat coughed up
    Oh, I hate to leave
    But when push comes to shove
    Nothing’s quite as crazy as love

    Oh, you took all my clothes
    And you threw them in the rain
    When I came home I had nothing to wear
    Oh, the next day at work
    God, I felt like a jerk
    I was naked and my boss just stared
    Oh, I hate to leave
    But when push comes to shove
    Nothing’s quite as crazy as love

    Love descends on you from above
    Never know when it will arrive
    And sometimes you think
    It’s gonna eat you alive
    Stupid love…
    Stupid love… Stupid love…
    Stupid love
    Yeah, you throw it away but it comes back to stay
    What was I thinking of?
    Stupid love

    Well, I know that I love you
    And you say you love me too
    But sometimes I just don’t know what to do
    ‘Cause we’re fighting all the time
    Over stupid odds and ends
    Then we make love and make up as friends
    Oh, I hate to leave
    But when push comes to shove
    Nothing’s quite as crazy as love

    Love descends on you from above
    Never know when it will arrive
    And sometimes you think
    It’s gonna eat you alive
    Stupid love…
    Stupid love… Stupid love…
    Stupid love
    Oh, you throw it away but it comes back to stay
    What was I thinking of?
    Stupid love


    Good
    Acoustic Guitar: Mitch Watkins
    Bass: Glenn Fukunaga
    Drums: Brad Evilsizer
    Keys: Eddy Hobizal
    Trumpet: Jimmy Shortell
    Trombone: Jon Blondell
    Sax: John Mills
    Horn Arrangement: John Mills
    Backing Vocals: Gretchen Phillips, Ruthie Foster, Sara

    I know… I try to do too much… some days
    Sometimes… I think I cannot be enough for you
    And I know what I’ve got… I really do
    And you know I won’t walk out on you … no

    And I think it’s good just how it is
    Yeah, yeah…
    I think it’s good just how it is
    Yeah, yeah yea yea…

    I am already 35 … I know it’s not old
    Why can’t I just let go of all these things that… stop me?
    And I know … it’s all just in my head
    And then… you talk me through it

    And I think it’s good just how it is… yea yea yea yea
    I think it’s good just how it is… yea yea…. yea yea…

    And I’m trying to be the best for you
    But tied to all these things I gotta do
    And you see it, but you don’t ask for more
    You just take me as I am

    Sometimes I am black and you are white… we’re distant
    Sometimes… when I don’t know what to say, you say it
    And I’m asking a lot when I don’t always give
    But you see me through it

    And I think it’s good just how it is… yea yea yea yea
    I think it’s good just how it is…

    Not out there looking… for nobody else
    I’m not out there looking… for nobody else
    I am not out there lookin… for nobody else
    I’m not out there lookin

    Not out there looking…. cuz it’s good
    Not out there looking… cuz it’s good


    Enuf
    Produced by Courtney Audain

    Well, my mama said as she was standing at the stove
    Gotta put in a little, and then some more
    Ya wanna make sure that it ain’t too bland… I was twelve and I didn’t understand

    Enough is never enough… enough is never enough

    Well, I left home and got my freedom… Moved to Hollywood and I started dealing
    I had to pay the rent, I had to pay to play, I had to pay the price for what I had to say

    I hung out for a while or so… I got married to a guy named Joe
    He worked in the movies, he worked on the side… He worked his way
    Right outta my life… he said:
    “Girl, you don’t know nothing about success… Gotta pay for my Mercedes for they repossess it… alimony, palimony, girl, it ain’t funny… if ya wanna be a player, well, ya gotta have money…”
    Enough is never enough… enough is never enough

    Then my mama died, about a year ago
    and where I’m going now, well, I don’t know
    But I was by her side when she said to me
    Girl, ya got everything that you need don’t believe:

    Enough is never enough… enough is never enough


    Always a Saint
    Have you ever known someone who made the most of their life
    Someone who was always true
    Someone who shared a little grace with this world
    Someone who means the world to you

    Do you know someone who is everywhere at once
    Always right there beside you
    Someone who guides every step that you take
    Someone who means the world to you

    She’ll always be a saint to me
    A saint for all eternity
    If you know her, you know what I mean
    Always a saint to me
    Always a saint to me

    Have you ever known someone who made you feel so warm
    Someone who loved you through and through
    Someone who always had a glow in their eyes
    Someone who means the world to you

    She’ll always be a saint to me
    A saint for all eternity
    If you know her, you know what I mean
    Always a saint to me

    Do you know someone who’ll always be there
    Been there right from the start
    Someone who’s all you’d ever hope to be
    Someone so dear to your heart

    Have you ever known someone who made the most of their life
    Someone who means the world to you

    She’ll always be a saint to me
    A saint for all eternity
    If you know her, you know what I mean
    Always a saint to me
    Always a saint to me
    Always a saint to me


    Little Bird of Anger
    Acoustic Guitars: Sara and Mitch Watkins
    Upright Bass: Mark Rubin
    Drums: Brad Evilsizer
    Banjo: Eddie Collins
    Fiddle: Danny Levin
    Little Girl singer: Lily
    Choir: Teresa Travis, Mary Law, Steve Hopkins, Cat Reynolds, Paul Hudson, Steve Carter and Mina Carter
    Bird Sounds: iolana
    Mixed by Marty Lester

    fly away, fly away, fly away
    fly away, fly away, fly away

    little bird of anger fly away…little bird of anger fly away
    little bird of anger, there’s a plane out in the hangar
    little bird of anger fly away

    fly away, fly away, fly away….fly away, fly away, fly away… fly away, fly away, fly away
    little bird of sorrow fly away….little bird of sorrow fly away
    little bird of sorrow if you’re leaving here tomorrow
    i’ve got a suitcase you can borrow
    little bird of sorrow fly away

    fly away, fly away, fly away…fly away, fly away, fly away…fly away, fly away, fly away
    little bird of sadness fly away…little bird of sadness fly away
    little bird of sadness leave me only joy and gladness
    little bird of sadness fly away
    fly away, fly away, fly away…fly away, fly away, fly away…

    little bird of laughter fly my way…little bird of laughter fly my way
    in the happy ever after we’ll be singin in the rafters
    little bird of laughter fly my way
    fly my way, fly my way, fly my way
    fly my way, fly my way, fly my way…fly my way, fly my way, fly my waaaaaaaay!


    This Too Will Pass
    Acoustic Guitar: Sara
    Electric Guitars: Mitch Watkins, David Grissom
    Bass: Steve Zirkel
    Drums: Brad Evilsizer
    B3: Eddy Hobizal
    Tamborine: Michael Longoria
    Male Vocal: Jimmy La Fave
    Harmonies: Sara

    Like the river flows
    Like the east wind blows
    You’re gonna find your situation
    Changing for the better

    Like the melting snow
    Just let your troubles go
    And you and I will get through this
    together

    Some days seem to drag on forever
    You need all your strength
    Just to keep your head together
    Soon you’ll see
    Things are gonna get better at last
    ‘Cause this too will pass
    This too will pass

    Oh, like a sprouting seed
    You’ll grow through this weed
    And the things that bring you grief
    Will be forgotten

    Like an hour glass
    This too will pass
    And what’s hard as rock
    Will soon be soft as
    Cotton

    Some days seem to drag on forever
    You need all your strength
    Just to keep your head together
    Soon you’ll see
    Things are gonna get better at last
    Oh, this too will pass
    This too will pass

    You feel like you’ve been chosen
    To be frozen in time
    Oh, your body is exhausted
    You feel like you’re losing your mind

    Oh, but these eyes, they see
    That you’re nearly free
    If you can hang on a little longer
    I swear you will see it too

    Well, a prophet I ain’t
    Oh, I’m no mystic or saint
    But I promise you, my angel
    I will see you through

    Some days seem to drag on forever
    You need all your strength
    Just to keep your head together
    Soon you’ll see
    Things are gonna get better at last
    Oh, this too will pass
    This too will pass


    Your Reward
    Piano: Eddy Hobizal
    Bass: Steve Zirkel
    Drums: Brad Evilsizer
    Trumpet: Jimmy Shortell
    Trombone: Jon Blondell
    Sax: John Mills
    Choir: Gretchen Phillips, Ruthie Foster, Sara
    Harmony: Sara
    Claps: Gretchen, Ruthie, Sara

    This is your reward
    Spit up on the floor at four in the morning
    This is your reward
    The chord that fits the text
    This is your reward
    A bite in every apple, a nick in every door
    This is your reward
    What will the kids trash next?
    You’ve had your last warning…you heard what I said
    You’ve gotta get up in the morning…so you’re going to bed
    This is your reward…you tend to miss the fire for the heat
    This is your reward..
    His hand…
    Her heartbeat….