The Greentrees

listen, elizabeth                                                  song by wt anderson & ra dilworth



elizabeth,
listen, elizabeth,

there's not going to be
any more ghosts in this house,
there's not going to be
any more ghosts in this house,

i'm not going to live in fear,
i'm not going to live in tears,

elizabeth,
listen, elizabeth

let's go outside, and sit on the porch,
let's just sit there, and let time fly,
let time fly,

let's go outside, and sit on the swings,
and swing back and forth, keep our feet above the ground,
and our hearts on the earth,

there's not going to be
anymore ghosts in this house,

i said,
everything's going to be all right,
every dream that we dream,
going to lead towards the light,

everything's going to be all right,

elizabeth,
listen, elizabeth.
 

you're a bright star                                            song by wt anderson



woke up this morning,
held you so close,
the alarm bell rang,
and i was forced to go,
strap my work boots on,
down to the convenience store,
cup of joe in my hand,
stoplight! cup of joe on the floor.

roll down to the work site,
there's the big boss man (big jim payne),
frantically running,
waving that clipboard in his hand,
no time to talk, punch the clock,
get my hammer, get my nail,
work like a mule, swatting flies,
chasing my tail,

...............don't forget who you are,
...............hey, you're a bright star
...............you're a bright star.


life can put up some resistance,
trying to ease into the flow,
driving through that heart of darkness,
through my own heart i suppose,
here in the land of convenience,
where anything is, and everything goes,
everyone's running around, searching for meaning,
seems nobody knows,

.................hey, you're a bright star,
.................you're a bright star.

....................................................i know who you are,
....................................................i know where you come from,
....................................................but here in the dark,
....................................................it's getting so hard,

eyes can't see through the darkness,
ears can't hear through the noise,
how long will i harken, like a child,
after the world and all of its toys,
here in the land of convenience,
where anything is, and everything goes,
driving through that heart of darkness,
through my own heart i suppose,

..................but don't forget who you are,
..................hey, you're a bright star
..................you're a bright star.


....................................................i know who you are,
....................................................i know where you come from,
....................................................but here in the dark,
....................................................it's getting so hard,


woke up this morning,
held you so close,
the alarm bell rang,
and i was forced to go.

 

                                                                               song by wt anderson




the church bells are broken,
the white walls are stained,
not a word is spoken to me
by the soldiers who still remain,
.....................i'm standing like a statue
.....................smoke curling up into the dark sky,
here on the earth,
here in the dirt,
it's still an eye for an eye.


and when the medics finally found me,
camera smashed, scattered all around me,
my body, bent and broken,
my eyes, they could not open,
.....................the chaotic strains of violence,
.....................through the shattering shells, the deafening silence
there was a white,
bright light, of sound,
streaming down.


.....................like a heavenly choir,
.....................pulling my heartstrings, and lifting me higher
and all that i know,
here down below,
melted away,

..................................................into the dark night radio (bright light of sound)
..................................................dark night radio (bright light of sound)
..................................................dark night radio
..................................................i'm tuning in, i will begin, again.


though the churchbells are broken,
though the whitewalls are stained,
though your heart/life it might be frozen,
inside that little seashell, the ocean still remains.



.....................like a heavenly choir,
.....................pulling my heartstrings, and lifting me higher
and all that i know,
here down below,
melted away,

..................................................into the dark night radio (bright light of sound)
..................................................dark night radio (bright light of sound)
..................................................dark night radio
..................................................i'm tuning in, i will begin, again.

ribbon of the road/ rhythm of your soul                            song by wt anderson



hitch up your trailer,

verse
/g/cd/g/cd/g/cd/gem/em/cd/g/

instrumental bridge
/e7/a7/e7/a7d7/

of your soul chorus
/gc/gc/

"something more" song by wt anderson



you're looking for
that green grass of home,
that sky blue sky,
where the white clouds they roam,

.........because the world, it's made of sand,
.........it's ever shifting, crumbling through your hand,
.........and you feel, this is not real,
.........and i am alone.

and even though,
each movement of the sun,
is more beautiful, than the one
right before, you need something more
to bring you home.

...........................something close, something true,
...........................something bigger, much bigger than you,
...........................something real, something right,
...........................something longer, stronger, than the night,
...........................something here, something now,
...........................something any fool can figure out.


welcome me in, i'm that poor fool,
i haven't got a leg on which to stand,
i've been losing so much,
i'm beginning to understand,

........that the world, it's made of sand,
........it's ever shifting, crumbling through my hand,
........and what's clear, is just how unclear,
........it all seems to be.


...........................something close, something true,
...........................something bigger, much bigger than you,
...........................something real, something right,
...........................something longer, stronger, than the night,
...........................something here, something now,
...........................something any fool can figure out.


and even though,
each movement of the sun,
is more beautiful, than the one
right before, you need something more
to bring you home.

"orange leaves" song by wt anderson




//em/am/d/g/c/d/b7//


Red. Brown.
Orange leaves on the ground.
Life's changing colors
all around me.

I do what I do
for the dreams that get me by.
One lone silhouette against the sky.



Red. Brown.
Orange leaves on the ground.
Life's changing colors
around you.

I do what I do
for the dreams that get me by.
One more lone silhouette against a dark, black sky...
Orange leaves at midnight.