Rich Inner Life

by Jeffrey Rodman

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One kiss, one night: that was the start one chip, one bite: you gave her your your heart You hitched a ride, she drove that heart away. To you she was finally the one To her you were strictly for fun To her you were the popcorn bag, the free moose ride, the extra rag. And now the clouds roll by in dark platoons, in Mafias of fluffy goons, dished up by celestial spoons for you. The clouds roll by like heavy freight, bad news from a distant state, the blues they then precipitate on you. They speak in tongues (as though clouds had tongues) She climbed your heart (as though your heart had rungs) She spun your head (as though your head were a wheel) She stripped your soul (to see what that would reveal). You gave her all plus ten percent She rode your bike until that was bent Unstrung your harp, she stalled your train, she cooked up all of your seven grains. And now clouds roll by like stale perfume, like moldy wool from rusty looms, swept up by celestial brooms on you. The clouds roll up and fall asleep they're wall to wall and ten hearts deep Thick as anger, cold as chance: isn't it romance? You bet the farm, gave till it hurt, she drank you dry, then took your shirt, she scooped you hollow, she chopped you short, she picked your bones in civil court. She watched as cows watch passing cars But your jump was inches short of the bar Your dice are tossed: your clock is stopped, your evergreens have all been topped. The clouds roll by, they're moving slow A slow and mournful do-si-do Wet and heavy, passing over you. Here's your heart, out on your sleeve. Sun's out there somewhere, you gotta believe, that absolution, you'll receive, one day...one day...
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Carolina Christmas, skies silver evergreens wear raindrops, like diamonds, crystal coronets on queens. Turkey's in the oven, and ham, fruitcakes and yams: the grace of the Lord. Higher in the mountains where Christmas, wrapped in new snows: stiff fingers, cold nose. Walking in the evening: there's Mars, and, oh, just a million stars. Chorus: Christmas in Carolina friends gathered here round the tree evergreen or snow-white, Carolina's delight-- a fine Merry Christmas to you. Christmas cards and candies are scattered; constellations here, there, all through the house. Mistletoe and ribbons hang high, and outside, that wide Christmas sky. Carolina caroling, doorbells ring down the street spiced cider, steaming and sweet. Neighbors laugh and join in, there's such a moon, bright and lush --- just reach up and touch. Chorus: Christmas in Carolina friends gathered here round the tree evergreen or snow-white, Carolina's delight-- a fine Merry Christmas to you. Evergreen or snow-white, Carolina's delight-- a fine Merry Christmas to you.
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STEPPIN' OUT WITH EDDIE c. 1999 Jeffrey Rodman Hey here's Eddie he's come to town (come to town, hey here's Eddie) Here's his Chevy, he's drivin' down It's six o'clock he wants his food (dinnertime dinnertime sure sounds good) But when I take him to a restaurant it's already ten to eight, he says "That's squid, not calamari! I use that stuff for bait!" Steppin' out Steppin' out with Eddie, steppin' out with Eddie oh, oh Big city, so ain't worth the fight, waste of girls, a waste of lights, oh, oh So then I take him to a disco, he says, "Hey, what's the deal?" Says, "That's not music, that's machine tools – that's punching holes in steel!" Steppin' out Steppin' out with Eddie, steppin' out with Eddie oh, oh Big city, so ain't worth the fight, waste of girls, a waste of lights, oh, oh (Instrumenal) Hey here's Eddie, it's morning time (morning time, hey here's Eddie) in his Pendleton, he's ready to ride (Pendleton, Pendleton, nice shirt, Eddie) Ask him how some coffee sounds (Man ain't nothin' without some Joe) So we walk out to a shoppe, he says "What's this, a joke? "Three bucks a cup, with suds on top? You guys are gettin' soaked!" Steppin' out Steppin' out with Eddie, steppin' out with Eddie oh, oh Big city, so, he ain't impressed. Time to leave, get some rest, oh, oh
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She was everything, whoa! I ain’t seen nothing like her since my army days Drove her Cadillac in here, the storm was drippin’ off her little painted toes. She was headed for Vegas, a marketing convention and she had to fly but we saw something a-coming, kept each other warm until the storm blew by. Won't you come back, baby, won't you come back down to my tight motel here in tiny town Won't you come back, baby, 'cause I love you, yeah. You're a big town woman, I'm a corn fed boy, it'll take time showing you the rural joy, But I want you, baby,I want you, yeah. It’s a twenty-minute drive on broken blacktop through hot desert air To an old wood store with a sign says Jim’s I buy my cleaning supplies and my groceries there There’s no strip malls, no video walls, no cell phone calls It’s just simple, if you’d try it, You might learn to like it, If you’d come back, won't you… Come back baby, there’s a special treat, I got a little something waiting in the honeymoon suite, You could make some dinner in the kitchenette, A little Color TV would be fine, you bet! I could do some digging, you would pull the weeds, I would gap the plugs and you could plant some seeds You would run the vacuum, I could fix the roof, I would check the plumbing, you could bake some stuff, You may be hot but I’m a man o’ means Got the finest tractor here you ever seen Won't you come back, baby, won't you come back down to my tight motel here in tiny town [Instrumental] Won't you come back, baby, won't you come back down to my tight motel here in tiny town Won't you come back, baby, I love you, yeah. Won't you come back, baby, I love you, yeah. Won't you come back, baby, I love you, yeah.
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Too long driving, driving without you. Too long driving, driving without you. Too long driving, too long driving, driving this same old highway, worn grey, and trash, like tulips, lines the way, Too long driving, driving without you. Too long thinking, thinking about you. Too long thinking, thinking about you. Too long thinking, too long thinking, wishing you could be here, smell the air, look at the snow on those mountains, over there, Too long thinking, thinking about you, eyes blue, walking through the forest, two by two. Too long living, living without you. Too long living, living without you. Too long living, too long driving, trying just to get away, but your memory stays, though it's been one year now, to the day, Since you cast your vote, you finally spoke, you said, "dear sir, there is no hope" too cold, you said, you could not allow, You want a man with feelings, babe? I'm feeling now... Too long crying, crying about you. Too long crying, crying about you. Too long crying, crying about you.
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Album and songs: All words and music c. 2000 by Jeffrey Rodman
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released January 1, 2000

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