Gardener Hands

by Jeremiah Craig

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:: Lyrics :: I climbed up to your doorway with my hair all strewn about And you came out from your mirror and began to shout You handed me a poem and I tried to read it aloud But with unknown allusions, it just brought me down And your strange shadow child, knew but would not tell As I was still tossing dimes into the wishing well And it was not until the day of the feast That I came down to succeed to say the least Yes I feel okay I didn’t need you anyway It’s no different from what I’m told It’s in with the new and out with the old I walked in your garden all covered with bliss Because my taste buds blossomed with your gentle kiss But now you put on makeup and climb down the tree I am skipping stones alone, feeling fancy free Sometimes I see your snake, slither through the streets And I know that you can see me but our eyes never meet And anything that I sing will never bring you to tears For I’ve seen the spiders crawling from your ears Yes I feel okay I didn’t need you anyway It’s no different from what I’m told It’s in with the new and out with the old Copyright 2010 Jeremiah Craig
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:: Lyrics :: I broke my suitcase on the viaduct and Miss Pross said she’d sew a new handle on I met Ramona in the waiting room and we decided to get lost in the gamelan Then she took me up to the attic to show me how she was really feeling And we laughed when I lost my shirt and my foot fell through the ceiling I wave, wave, wave from above I wave, wave, wave at you, love I wave, wave, wave from above On the viaduct I saw Baloo shaking them trees as I was crossin over the interstate He was reaching for the prickly pears, tryin to put on a little winter’s weight He told to stand upon his shoulders Cuz the ones at the top are the sweetest And I know first hand, just what he means, yes I can feel it, I can feel it too I wave, wave, wave from above I wave, wave, wave at you, love I wave, wave, wave from above On the viaduct I make no haste For if it goes to waste It was meant to perish now I make no haste I take a good taste One that I can cherish now One that I can cherish now And the on-lookers can think whatever they please, but to me it feels just as real Maybe even a little bit better, see I got no problem with frozen custard meals And I’ll probably stay up here quite a bit longer See I’m just liking it this way Yes I think I’ll like it just fine, staying up here the rest of my days, rest of my days I’ll... Wave, wave, wave from above I wave, wave, wave at you, love I wave, wave, wave from above On the viaduct Copyright 2010 Jeremiah Craig
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:: Lyrics :: The Saturday girls work their melatonin Who have no question to where I’m goin And I stick around for the catalyst kiss But it don’t mean anymore than this to me Ah the jersey girl with the worn out eyes Moves too quick to get on the high rise She jumps back with the catalyst kiss And a few notches on my wrist go free I wake heavy and I feel like a poem Being discussed by the scholars and laymen Each time they feel it they add a few lines Which changes the theme and the thoughts they were framing But that’s it’s nature by design The catalyst kiss The valley glows when the sunset shows Where I kept to myself without parole When the Wet Merlin’s left the shore I was questioned like a prisoner of war Your skeptic breath held you around Without the effect of keeping me down Cuz then we felt the catalyst kiss I could feel it on your pilgrim lips I wake listless and I feel like the grass That lays next to the path that inebriated caravan Each time they pass they walk out of their lines Which keeps them straight on their thoughts and their plans But that’s it’s nature by design The catalyst kiss The hymnal sound, the songs of the wind Felt like your voice and how you would sing With fingers stretching to a hesitant high Summoned me over to stand by your side But my colonial days are too far behind To draw up the worry, draw up the signs Makes me think what I might have missed So I’ll just lay with the catalyst kiss I wake guilty and I feel like a thief Who stole the wintertime diamonds of an old widow And kept them for their timeless lines Memories of days in the park to frost on the window But that’s it’s nature by design The catalyst kiss I’m still heavy and I feel like a poem Being discussed by the scholars and laymen Each time they feel it they add a few lines Which changes the theme and the thoughts they were framing But that’s it’s nature by design The catalyst kiss Copyright 2010 Jeremiah Craig
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:: Lyrics :: Well it was raining most of the night And there no need to put up a fight Cuz it was almost yesterday, and you know its not my way Guess I need to ramble on Ain’t no reason to wait around When all you’re doing is dragging me down Yeah there’s no reason to stay, when you look at yesterday Guess I need to ramble on I can hear follies, they call for you And I know that you can hear them too Yes it was almost yesterday, and you know its not my way Guess I need to ramble on Well it was raining most of the night And there no need to put up a fight Cuz it was almost yesterday, and you know its not my way Guess I need to ramble on Oh let me go don’t you know, I’m on the run? Don’t ask where he stays, I sent him away, I knew you would come You cannot find him anywhere touched by the sun He is weak and for now I’m the only one Take you see, makes no difference to me, empty jar on the fridge You won’t find it here, in the mirror, or stuck in the fringe I keep it safe and away from all harm ‘Useless to fight,’ you say, well I guess I will just use my charm The witch does not make me flinch with all of her attempts I don’t care for what she shares, potions and dull talks in her tent I’d like to be free and unable to see these stains I used to try but I don’t know why for the effort is vain I wish to stray from this way and feel the warmth For its cold and gets as old as the snow in the north I carry on through the dawn with my heavy chain mail Getting tired, my tea is cooling and my bread getting stale I must show the boy where to go once I return When I have walked through fire and I don’t get burned I will return scared and callused for him From following my follies and my whims Do you remember where I used to live? Where the juggler would always lay his hat It was there that I sang to you on tape If there’s one thing I’m sure you’d remember that Now the snow was melting all along the quarter mile And you listened to the critic down the hall You ate up everything that was said by that emo child When he doesn’t know me, he couldn’t tell the truth at all In the spring, warm, late, April night On the floor with the potion wearing thin I knew that nothing would ever come about It was just the start of all of my useless whims I heard the chains and the links that you had stretched And I knew that it was time for me to stray And when came the time for the last kiss We did, but as you leaned in I walked away And if the reporter wants to write a year in review He had better go out and buy some extra pens Lines and lines of the same story with a different setting And you can just guess how it ends So I pick up my lunch box and I start away Cuz here we go again Well it was raining most of the night And there no need to put up a fight Cuz it was almost yesterday, and you know its not my way I can see light now, from the dawn Copyright 2010 Jeremiah Craig
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:: Lyrics :: Moving through the streets at a half past twelve Mama says to watch yourself With the dirty demons all right behind Tryin to get you in good time You’re moving slow heavy on your back Carrying grudges that the demons lack They just come up a-doin their job Looking for your soul to rob Can’t you see through your bionic eyes? As the sun begins to rise? You’re losing everything along the way On your way to a brighter day Oh is this how the heavens meant it all to be? Is your love so weak that it shivers in the breeze? Oh is this how the heavens meant it all to be? Is your love so weak that it shivers in the breeze? Don’t you know you let everything fly away? Now you ain’t got no great disguise Pulling up the collar to cover your eyes Yes you’re moving slow, heavy on your back Carrying grudges that the demons lack Oh is this how the heavens meant it all to be? Is your love so weak that it shivers in the breeze? Oh is this how the heavens meant it all to be? Is your love so weak that it shivers in the breeze? Don’t you know you let everything fly away? Copyright 2010 Jeremiah Craig
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:: Lyrics :: With a customized charm, he rolls into the room His three hounds at his back Entering with him is the light of the moon To light the dark within you showing you what you lack He has no title of power but assumes the air It is mysteriously allowed It is his suit that makes him familiar to you And it brings your guard down Now, tell your mother to take you back home Tell you mother my fears Tell your mother to take you back home And be afraid of the man in the suit of mirrors There was an old country ball in the Smithson barn A wealthy family ‘twas said In his usual attire, under another name Into that ball he tread Gerald Smithson owned the mine down the hill He held parties as he pleased After a little ale, he told the man in the suit That his wealth made him sleep easily The man in the suit found young Mary Smithson The trophy that made Gerald’s spouse Mary had never met someone quite like herself And soon offered him a tour of the house She giggled and flirted as he jested his way Through different rooms she would lead Til they came to the bedroom where he sat on the bed It was a good mattress indeed Tell your mother to take you back home Tell your mother my fears Tell your mother to take you back home And be afraid of the man in the suit of mirrors Gerald Smithson went looking for his wife In dire need of a waltz He went to the house and he called from downstairs He heard only the echos of his calls Climbing the staircase he went to his room A cool breeze as he opened the door His mattress was thin and there were only a few dollars left Mary lay bare on the floor Tell your mother to take you back home Tell your mother my fears Tell your mother to take you back home And be afraid of the man in the suit of mirrors Copyright 2010 Jeremiah Craig
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released February 12, 2011

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Jeremiah Craig Boston, Massachusetts

I write stories with my songs and focus on traditional folk ballads as a foundation for my music. I’m a balladeer! If you like stories in the music you listen to, you’ve definitely come to the right place.

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