One in My Tree
by Ed Woltil
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When We Fall in Love
03:29
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You went and fell in love
now that changes things completely.
You thought you were above
the shaky knees and sweaty hands.
You were so bold and in control,
now this ruins all your plans.
No one ever said we would understand
what happens when we fall in love.
You gambled with your heart
now you’re gonna have to share it.
Even that tender part
that he will never understand.
But there it is, you gave it up,
you went and placed it in his hands.
No guarantees, rules or demands
are delivered when we fall in love.
Of all the things you could have done
this is the least convenient one.
Trembling on the precipice
Darling, now you’ve
really made a mess of this.
You went and lost your mind
you won’t find it by denying
the self you left behind
has no place where you now stand.
You can’t retrace or erase
with some magic backward glance.
This is your time, no second chance
to fall back on when we fall in love.
What in the world
are we thinking when we fall in love?
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The Lie
05:05
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You try
but you just can’t help yourself,
you see the lie
you take it down from the shelf
and try it on for size
and you find
that it fits the situation just fine
it gets you out of hot water this time,
you turned it into wine
with just a little white lie.
When you lie
somewhere a pig earns his wings
and can fly,
you can be most anything
you put your mind to it, brother
pluck another story from the vine
and things will work out fine
Hey Sherlock,
when you said “hey, it wasn’t me”
were you shocked
to learn that anyone could see
the chocolate on your face
and that piece of missing cake?
But you wow
us with a simple explanation and a vow
that’s just plausible enough somehow
to plant a seed of doubt
and let you wriggle out.
When you lie
somehow the shambles
that you’ve made of your life
goes up in a puff of smoke
so don’t you choke on it, brother
pluck another story from the vine
and so on down the line
Spin another tale and soon
the minnow is a whale
that you don’t recognize.
Best leave a trail of breadcrumbs
lest the real you succumbs to the lies,
the lies, the lies, the lies, the lies…
One lie leads to another
till we all lose sight of each other,
livin’ one lie leads to another
till we all lose sight of each other.
Never fear,
we mostly hear what we want to hear
and we all want to believe, so steer
the message clear
of a thread that’s better lost.
Besides, is it really such a crime
if some Einstein
should attach a different meaning?
Fine—we all know that line
was made just to be crossed.
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Here you come again,
walkin’ down the street
that look of cool disdain
for everyone you meet.
So self-contained,
and that’s no mean feat
in these here troubled times.
But there in your facade is a tiny crack
it’s letting in some light,
but fear pushes back.
Just what are you afraid of?
It’s what we’re made of,
these crooked family lines.
If the sun forgets to shine
if the sun forgets to shine
get your money back,
no questions asked
if the sun forgets to shine
If your glass is half full,
shrink yourself down,
dive in and take a swim,
you ain’t gonna drown,
and if it is half empty,
well then there’s plenty
of air to go around.
If the northern lights
keep you up at night
don’t toss & don’t you turn,
don’t you fuss & fight,
go dancin’ with the stars, son,
and do it right,
get lost and you’ll get found.
Runnin’ from the rain,
what’s it gonna gain you
just to hide inside?
It’s not gonna last, you can let it pass
or you can be a brave fella
and reach for that umbrella.
Don’t run with the mob,
never let them rob you
of your own sunshine.
Keep it in a jar so that anywhere you are
you know it will get better
don’t blame it on the weather.
I was a sad galoot, and obtuse to boot,
no one could ever reach in
and pull the root
of my troubled youth
and the stubborn truth
that fed the greater lie.
I think I’ve heard enough
discouraging words
watch what you think,
careful who you hurt
‘cause we can choose to lose
these tear-down blues,
at least we have to try.
Get your money back no questions asked,
if the sun forgets to shine,
if the sun forgets to shine,
if the sun forgets to shine.
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Migrator
04:26
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Soon…flying over oceans
by the light of harvest moon.
Death-defying feat as heart and wing
both beat in tune.
Tune in to the stars.
Now set your clock upon the flock
as you pass over the equator.
As on you fly, goodbye, migrator.
Home…home is where the heart is
but a part of yours stays gone.
Somewhere there’s a meadow and it
echoes with your song.
Echoes from afar.
And you are practiced in the art
of storing up a part for later.
All in good time sublime migrator.
Go…stirring in your soul
a budding feeling that you know.
Feel the axis turn, what you discern
will only grow.
Eye upon the mark.
I wish you all good health,
you’ll find that in yourself
lies something greater;
The strength you need, Godspeed, migrator.
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Crying in Your Sleep
04:34
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You were crying in your sleep
what were you dreaming?
Was it just nothing?
Or something stirring in the deep?
Here on the surface,
it feels like we’re drifting.
A shoot pushing up out through a crack
a sun-seed that needs to blossom.
A fight for the light defying the night
it’s no time to err toward caution.
You were crying in your sleep
it wasn’t just nothing.
All God’s children got joy
sometimes it’s buried
are we unworthy?
Every girl and every boy
bound to this hour
hurting for power.
A bird in the hand, a line in the sand
a sign that you never noticed.
The sun in your eyes, a naked disguise
and finding it hard to focus.
All God’s children got joy
How did we not know this?
If I could find another way
I would trace it all back today
Somewhere I lost you,
and I fear it’s cost you.
All the wishing in the world
won’t buy a minute
over the limit.
You’ve been praying for a wave
now that you’re in it
you don’t want to swim it.
Rain on the glass and cars gliding past
your temple against the window.
You drifted off and you missed your stop
you wake with a start and don’t know
which way you will go.
You were crying in your sleep
You were crying in your sleep
You were crying in your sleep
what were you dreaming?
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6. |
Make Me
03:12
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Here in my coccoon, is it too soon
to make a break with the past?
There in your tower, you wield the power
now the spell has been cast
and I’m stumbling lost on the chessboard
dodging your pawns and your knights
running out, more or less,
on chances to get this right.
I’m what you make me,
take me over the line.
Bend me, don’t break me
I’m gonna shape up just fine.
For one heartbeat life was sweet
all the world was my stage but then
Time swung His blade, I was waylaid
by a turn of the page
Now I’ve fallen out of the story
losing my place in the line
blinking out of the glory
blind in the full sunshine.
I’m what you make me,
take me over the line.
Bend me, don’t break me
I’m gonna shape up just fine.
Here at the edge of the ledge
one small step means everything,
Taking heart, taking wing…
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Do or Die
05:03
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The picture on the fridge
that used to make me smile
I haven’t taken time
to look at in a while
There’s something I never noticed
in your eyes.
What’s that they say,
the camera never lies?
I drop it in the box,
‘cause I can’t seem to bring
myself to face the future
or to part with anything.
We don’t get another lifetime
to decide.
We won’t get a second chance
to override.
Maybe you failed to notice,
we’ve drifted out of focus.
If you no longer see me, who am I?
You never take my meaning,
I find myself careening
How did it ever come down to do or die.
When I was at my worst,
and no one else could see
you took on the curse
and bled along with me.
I know that there have been times
karma was due
but I would pay any price for you
All the times that we’ve tried,
can we really be done?
All that was buried inside
now to scorch in the sun.
All the hopes that we hide
and the dreams we’ll never say…
I guess I just can’t believe
today is that day.
Today is not that day.
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I came round to your house again.
I knocked and tried the phone.
I peered in through the glass this time;
the furniture was gone.
You didn’t have the courtesy
to look me in the eye,
acknowledge who you were to me,
or even say goodbye.
I guess I’ll never understand,
I never will know why.
I’m living in between the lines
I’ve fallen through the cracks.
I don’t know if this heart of mine
will ever make it back.
I finally went to see your mother.
I ambushed her at work.
I guess that was unfair of me.
I guess I was a jerk.
The Russian aristocracy,
so cold and very grand,
trained her ruthless eye on me and
dismissed me out of hand.
To never see or hear from me
appears to be the plan.
I’m living in between the lines
I’ve fallen through the cracks.
I don’t know if this heart of mine
will ever make it back.
I guess my little tragedy
began to be a drain
and you had had enough of me,
my pain was not your pain.
I’m living in between the lines
I’ve fallen through the cracks.
I don’t know if this heart of mine
will ever make it back.
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9. |
A Matter of Time
04:36
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Janie’s got a problem,
it got out of hand
she’s messing with forces she can’t understand.
But though she’s in a tailspin
with nowhere to stay
her dreams are just one
scratch-off ticket away.
Don’t it seem like a small price to pay?
When you’ve fallen behind
but you’ve made up your mind
here’s to hopin’ the reward fits the crime.
If the rumors are true
they keep whisperin’ to you
Well, you know it’s just a matter,
a matter of time,
yes, you know it’s just a matter of time.
I see by your trajectory
you’re takin’ a fall—
or maybe the sky’s upside down after all.
In which case you’re flying,
we just never know
if up’s really down till we up and let go,
now your gravity’s starting to show.
What you’re hoping to find’s
on the far distant side
of that hill it takes a lifetime to climb.
If the rumors are true
they keep whisperin’ to you
Well, you know it’s just a matter,
a matter of time,
yes, you know it’s just a matter of time.
I’m like a vintage Chevy,
I’m still on the road
but some of my parts
have begun to let go.
Now it don’t really matter
if you’re fat or you’re thin,
it’s all a moot point
once the rotting sets in,
in the end Mr. Skeleton wins...
Peel the layers away
and the onion’s passé
all you’re left with
are the tears you’ll be cryin’
If the rumors are true
they keep whisperin’ to you
Well, you know it’s just a matter,
a matter of time.
When you’ve fallen behind
but you’ve made up your mind
just keep praying
the reward fits the crime.
If the rumors are true
they keep shouting at you
all the dreams and the schemes
they keep force-feeding you,
Oooh -- ooh -- ooh…
Well, you know it’s just a matter,
a matter of time,
yes, you know it’s just a matter of time.
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10. |
Fourteen Angels
05:22
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Fourteen angels
once had heartbeats,
birthdays and favorite shoes.
The daily news just told me.
This was gunfire.
Not a knife, not a baseball bat—
bullets are less intimate than that,
that’s why we choose them.
Count breaths.
Count out steps.
Try to get through the day
as the churchbells keep on
chiming and choirs sing.
Timing is everything.
If she had just called in sick—
No, don’t go there…just let go.
Counting the dead
as the politicians
chime in once again,
risking nothing.
If fourteen angels could shout
we would drown them out
with opinion.
Fourteen angels—
are they watching?
Do they pray for our souls?
Some things we can’t let go.
Some things we can’t just let go.
How do we dare to let go?
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11. |
Carolina Wren
03:40
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I lay me down when the day is done
and all my cares trot out one by one
to parade through my head till dawn,
and the litany doesn’t let up
till it’s time for me to get up.
Carolina Wren, you little sprite
here you come again to slay the night.
When your morning song
ushers in the light
Carolina Wren
you’re such a welcome sight.
Best laid plans, well they came and went
Built on sand and savings spent.
I’m giving up my dreams for lent
but I’m keeping one eye open
‘cause I’m a hopeless case for hopin’
Carolina Wren, you little sprite
here you come again to slay the night.
When your morning song
ushers in the light
Carolina Wren
you’re such a welcome sight.
Dragon in my head
whispers flames
and leaves my dreams for dead
and I’m almost taken in…
but Carolina Wren, you little sprite
here you come again to slay the night.
Bring your morning song,
put this old world right
Carolina Wren…
Carolina Wren…
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12. |
Give It Away
04:10
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Now the sun is closing up
shop for the day
and the birds falling silent
tuck their wings away
but there’s one in my tree
who still has more to say
and he sings so sweet,
it’s the song to beat
you could have sold it for gold
but he just gives it away.
Meet me down on the corner
at the old café
where we’ve smiled as we’ve whiled
so many hours away.
Though the time may draw near
when we’ve no more to say
I want to see your face,
in this familiar place…
I’ve got some dreams left in my pocket
I want to give away.
I hear the night choir rehearsal
on the vesper breeze
and I have to pause for the moment
and let it wash over me.
All the birds have come down
from the sky today
and the evening falls silent,
empty, cold and gray.
Though these hours bear no profit,
still we pay and pay
with our life’s blood gold
and the hopes that we’ve sold.
We have a chance to break even
but why don’t we give it away?
Give it away.
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about
For his latest release, Woltil bridges the gap between the gentle acoustic-based fare of his critically-acclaimed 2014 solo debut "Paper Boats" and the more full-band, baroque-pop leanings of his work with The Ditchflowers and Steve Robinson.
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released September 4, 2020
Produced and recorded at Tune Tree, Largo FL by Ed Woltil
Production Assistance: Steve Connelly, Jeremy Douglass
Additional Recording by:
Steve Connelly at Zen Recording, Pinellas Park FL
Jeremy Douglass at Toy Window, St. Petersburg FL
John Kelly at Hideaway Cafe, St. Petersburg FL
Mixed by Steve Connelly and Ed Woltil
except track 2 mixed by Jeremy Douglass, Ed Woltil & Steve Connelly
Mastered by Steve Connelly
All instruments & vocals by Ed Woltil except:
Jeremy Douglass: Keyboards, Bass, Strings, Percussion, Vocal Arrangement on Track 2
Steve Connelly: Lead Guitar on Tracks 6 & 10; Pedal Steel Guitar on Track 12
Dave Hamar: Drums on Tracks 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 9 & 10
Dan DeGregory: Drums on Track 12
Jamie Perlow, Kasondra Rose & Rebecca Zapen: Backing Vocals on Track 2
Production Angels: Stefan Scheuermann,
Roxanne Sincich, Steve Robinson
Cover Photo Shaye Reilly, Silvergirl Photography
Design Ed Woltil
Produced and recorded at Tune Tree, Largo FL by Ed Woltil
Production Assistance: Steve Connelly, Jeremy Douglass
Additional Recording by:
Steve Connelly at Zen Recording, Pinellas Park FL
Jeremy Douglass at Toy Window, St. Petersburg FL
John Kelly at Hideaway Cafe, St. Petersburg FL
Mixed by Steve Connelly and Ed Woltil
except track 2 mixed by Jeremy Douglass, Ed Woltil & Steve Connelly
Mastered by Steve Connelly
All instruments & vocals by Ed Woltil except:
Jeremy Douglass: Keyboards, Bass, Strings, Percussion, Vocal Arrangement on Track 2
Steve Connelly: Lead Guitar on Tracks 6 & 10; Pedal Steel Guitar on Track 12
Dave Hamar: Drums on Tracks 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 9 & 10
Dan DeGregory: Drums on Track 12
Jamie Perlow, Kasondra Rose & Rebecca Zapen: Backing Vocals on Track 2
Production Angels: Stefan Scheuermann,
Roxanne Sincich, Steve Robinson
Cover Photo Shaye Reilly, Silvergirl Photography
Design Ed Woltil
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