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dialogue is here at last! We hope you are among the lucky few who have already gotten the album and are now looking to find words so you can sing them. If you're not one of those lucky few, follow this LINK to find out about how to purchase dialogue for yourself and/or your friends-and-relations. Here's the songs with comments from the authors. Enjoy!
1 - Chameleon

By Caitlin Kirchenwitz

("Outside the box, without labels" is generally my style. And remember, 'assume' makes and ass of you and me!  - Caitlin)


Who am I? You decide 

I change with the color, I change with the tide 

I am me, Am I me? 

   Who am I? Who am I? 

Just because you think you know me 

You think you can tell me who I’m going to be 

But I’m more than that, I’m a changing sea

   Who am I? Who am I?


I’m not who I was yesterday no matter what you say

You can’t tell me which way to turn. On my true path I’ll stay. 

I’m not who I was yesterday but the past is still with me 

It flows on down into the mix and sets the colors free


I’m a woman alive, so by definition 

You can’t know me, so make the decision 

Are you going to try or just back away? 

   Who am I? Who am I? 

I’m growing now, do you grow too? 

You’re young for your age, but you’ll make it through 

Will it be in time? Who will I be then? 

   Who am I? Who am I?


I’m not who I was yesterday, I won’t be me tomorrow 

You’re fallin’ behind and I know why, I’m so hard to follow 

I’m not who I was yesterday but the past is still with me 

It flows on down into the mix and sets the colors free


That’s just me, you might think it strange, 

You can’t always see it, but boy do I change 

With each passing moment, each new thing 

   Who am I? Who am I? 

To each their own and my own is different 

Each time I turn gets a little more bent 

So you have to keep up, always stay on top of 

   Who I am, who I am 

      That’s just who I am.


2 - Little Wheel

By Kathryn Morski

(The road of life is the one we all have to travel, and the tumbles are just a part of the whole. - Kathryn)


Little wheel, keep turning round, round; autumn sky is flat and gray; 

I’ve got both feet on the ground, now; train, she cry so far away; 

   And I won’t go back, I won’t go back

   Now that I am on my way! 

   You see, my “used-to-be”s are memories. 

   I think it’s my future that I hear say:


“Little stream, keep tumbling down, down, stronger as you gather speed.

There's no need for level ground, now. Free fall may be what you need!” 

   And as I start to slide, await the ride, 

   The plunge is worth the price of the show! 

   At least the fall is free. The rest is up to me. 

   Get ready, get set, and here I go!


INTERLUDE


Little dream I’ve lost and found, found, little road that lures me on, 

I’ll arrive at stable ground, now, after I’m a long time gone. 

   And though the pageantry appeals to me 

   The journey isn’t mine to betray. 

   I’ll surely take along my memories and song 

   If you’re out there moanin’ you will hear me say:


“Little wheel keep turning round, round – I am on the road like you! 

Little stream keep tumbling down, down – I’ll tumble, too, before I’m through!"

"Little wheel keep turning round, round – I am on the road like you! 

Little stream keep tumbling down, down – I’ll tumble, too, before I’m through!  


3 - The Phoenix

By Kathryn Morski

(Blame Edna St. Vincent Millay for the third verse; one of her poems (along with a guitar pick I found) sparked this song.  - Kathryn)

It’s down to the harbor. The fog’s rolling in  

Smelling sweet of the smoke and the spray, 

And my heart is as heavy as any dead thing 

For the Phoenix is sailing today.


My love is away on the morning tide, 

Sailing fast on the wind, so free! 

And he’s left me a babe and a silver ring

And a promise to come back to me, 

And a promise to come back to me.


I’ve found a wee cottage for me and my babe 

Looking over the harbor and town 

And I sit with the sewing that keeps us both fed 

And I watch for his ship homeward bound. 

And the fog laps below me like waves on a bow 

And the firs rise above like a mast. 

Has my lover sailed off to a life far away? 

Is he lost? Will he come home at last?


For my love is away on a morning tide…


Though my youth is well over, the men come to call 

And they don’t understand as send them away 

That I think of my love, and him only. 

For I see them grow old and grow drunken or stout, 

Watch them rave, watch them fade, watch them roam, 

And I’d rather be his who is long time gone 

Than to weep for a man who comes home.


For my love is away on a morning tide…


Now my babe is a lad with his father’s green eyes 

That turn ever more to the sea. 

As he grows, I can see he is torn, as his dad, 

By his love for the ships and for me. 

So I hold back my thoughts as the gulls wheel above, 

As the fog lifts our home like a tide, 

And I sail on the course I have chosen to sail 

With the ghost of my love by my side.


For my love is away on a morning tide…


4 - There's A Bird

By Kathryn Morski

("Never say it was not love, just because it died", or so says Edna St. Vincent Millay - and no, I don't write all my songs from her lines! - Kathryn)


There’s a bird singing as the rain comes down,

Falling on the roof, falling on the sodden ground

And the song drips inside and melts my heart.

Tears are like the rain. Now the tears can start.


I remember how it felt to watch the rain with you.

In your arms, the sun cast rainbows and the song came close to true…


There’s a flower blooming on a rain-drenched vine.

Someone has to go, someone has to stay behind,

And the flower blooms alone in sun and in rain.

Turn the rain to tears. Tears won’t ease the pain.


Gentle rain, I hear your whisper, hear your muted song.

Does it promise nothing more than tears and rainbows from now on?


There’s a cloud up above that’s edged with blue,

Promising the sun, promising I’ll dream anew,

And the rain, falling silver, turns to gold;

Turns to memories tears my heart will hold.


Come the rainbow, I’ll be waiting for the song to start.

In the sunshine, I’ll remember how your love could warm my heart.


There’s a bird, singing as the rain comes down,

Falling on the roof, falling all around --

Falling on the roof, falling all around.


5 - dialogue

By Kathryn Morski

(A love song for an unappreciated time of year in the Upper Midwest and for those times when we forget to look closely enough to see the wonder in our world, or our lover! - Kathryn)


Love put a warming hand in mine, 

Said, “I don’t know. I like it just fine here”. 

And I said, “Here, where the days are cold and grey 

And even the birds have flown away? You’ve lost your mind here.” 

   And Love said, “Here, where the winter roots so deep, 

   if you don’t look close you think Life’s asleep. 

   It’s dreaming. 

   “Here, where the coyotes sing the moon, 

   And a woodfire spins its bright cocoon 

   Around our seeming.


“It reminds me of you. It reminds me of you! 

“It reminds me of you. It reminds me of you!”

Well, I just stood and stared at the sky, 

At a loss for words, though I’m not shy, just quiet. 

Then I said, “So you think I look like this?  

Like an empty land set for Winter’s kiss? I don’t buy it. 

   I could smell the snow on the steady wind 

   And I turned my head as a hawk sailed in to view. 

   “It’s the subtleties that draw the eye,” 

   Love said, “like the way that flannel sky 

       Is cracked with blue.


“It reminds me of you. It reminds me of you! 

It reminds me of you. It reminds me of you!” 

“You take life hard,” Love said with a grin. 

“It’s not like it’s all about lose and win. I mean it!”

But I said, "No, I think you may be right.

"It's the way things change when you deepen sight. I've seen it. 

   “It’s there, where that leaf still clings, bright red, 

   “Or the wintergreen in the forest bed, half hidden. 

   “It’s the lift you get when the light breaks green 

   "Under thick-banked clouds and the wind springs, clean, 

       "Unbound, unbidden –


“It reminds me of you. It reminds me of you!

“It reminds me of you. It reminds me of you! 

"It reminds me of you. It reminds me of you! 

“It reminds me of you. It reminds me of you!"


6 - Chicks With Swords

By Kathryn Morski

(When your daughter gets a sword, you begin to re-think women and armaments. The SCA is the Society for Creative Anachronism, historical recreators all. - Kathryn)


Well, I used to be like Nancy, little pistol in my purse, 

But the news still freaked me out, getting worse and worse and worse, 

So I studied karate, studied tae kwan do, 

‘Til I picked up this tip from my good friend, Joe.


He said, “Men don’t mess with chicks with swords. 

Drunkards or rebels, punks or lords, 

They’re afraid they might lose more than they can afford. 

Men don’t mess with chicks with swords.”


So I tried out my new sword, and took a walk in the dark. 

Got stopped by a punk with a knife in the park. 

I had one of the better times in my life 

When I drew out the sword, said, “You call that a knife?”


Men don’t mess...


So, walking all alone now, I have really got it made, 

Though I have to admit, it’s a two-edged blade. 

It keeps all the jerks away, it’s true – 

But the sad thing is, good guys run, too!


‘Cause men don’t mess with chicks with swords.


Well, I met a super fellow just the other day. 

He said he was from something called the S.C.A. 

Imagine my surprise when the talk turned to swords! 

He said, “I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours.”


Mm-Mm-Mm – chicks with swords!


Doo – doo – doo…


Doo – doo – doo - chicks with swords!


7 - Gift of Song

By: Kathryn Morski

(My mom was a natural teacher (with a degree) and loved to sing. She and my classical musician dad both taught us a love for music. The four of us kids sang constantly in the car and at home. What a gift! - Kathryn)


My mom lived through the Great Depression; 

She learned to save for a time of need.   

She traveled the entire United States 

At 30 miles an hour – a terrific speed! 

She married an impractical musician. 

They have children and grandchildren, too. 

He drives her crazy, of course, but they love each other. 

That’s a thing that we always knew.


    And she sang as she did the dishes, baking cookies in the afternoon. 

    And she sang along with the radio when it played one of her favorite tunes.


      She taught us “Mairzie Doats and Dozie Doats” 

      And “Tell Me Why the Stars Do Shine,”  

      "White Coral Bells” and “Peace on Earth” 

      And “Daisy” and “Dinah” and the Chattanooga line. 

      She taught us to help those who need it, as well as how to cook and sew. 

       And these songs she taught us stay with me, too, 

      And sing in me wherever I go.


I grew up through the sixties: from Sassoon to long, straight hair. 

I turned on, dropped out and married young. Made it to the 80s 

on a wing and a prayer! 

We ended up living in the Great North Woods after traveling around in a van 

And our children are growing in the clean cool air, just as strong 

and as free as the land


    And we sing as we do the dishes…


      I taught them “Mairzie Doats and Dozie Doats” 

      and “Michael Row the Boat Ashore” 

      "White Choral Bells” and “Blowin’ in the Wind” 

      And “Daisy” and the Beatles and a little of the Doors. 

      We’re learning to help those who need it, 

      As well as how to cook and sew. 

      And I hope those songs are going to stay with them, too, 

      And sing in them wherever they go!


Now, my kids were born in the 80s. They’ll come of age in the next century. 

And maybe they will live in a brave, new world, or just the same old same-old, 

we will have to wait and see! 

I hope that they find their own wings, and a partner who’s strong and true. 

And I hope they have children to share their lives, and pass these 

songs along to.


    And they’ll sing as they do the dishes…


      And they’ll learn “Mairzie Doats and Dozie Doats” 

      and “Michael Row the Boat Ashore” 

      “White Coral Bells” and “Blowing in the Wind” 

      And “Daisy” and the Beatles and who knows what more? 

      They’ll learn to help those who need it…


Come board the Chattanooga Choo-Choo 

Go Truckin’ along with the Dead 

But if Nothing Else Matters you can Wish on a Star 

And use a song to Feed Your Head – use a Song to Feed Your Head!


8 - Superior

By: Kathryn Morski

(The land from the Boundary Waters to Sault St. Marie and points south is the country of Superior. I love it! This song sounds wonderful with Cait's voice on lead. - Kathryn)


I like my job here, in the city, but when I close my eyes  

I see a hawk go arrowing up into Northern skies… 

Alpine meadows, sweet with Spring filled with small stars, blossoming. 

Life's astir in every budding tree. It's calling me!


Cold water pine country's calling my name, 

Telling me wasting a life is a shame. 

Luring me back to that freshwater sea, 

Place where my heart wants to be… 

Place where my heart wants to be…


Sixteen weeks in a factory town.  

Smells and sounds and the crowds got me down. 

Honest earth seems so far away today!


Cold water pine country's calling my name, 

Telling me wasting my life is a shame…


Cranes fly home now to the north country 

Ferns spring up, and the wind blows free. 

And the melting streams are calling to me, 

“Come on home! Come on home!”


sick of the concrete and the tired sirens' cries, 

longing for the shorebirds and the wind-rushed skies! 

White pine beckons by a rock-lined bay, calling today..


Cold water pine country's calling my name…


9 - Something About the Sky

By: Kathryn Morski

(I love the sky. This story came to me after a trip out West. - Kathryn)


My daddy loved the prairie; it was something about the sky, 

How it rose so deep and endless, drew the soul and filled the eye.

There was nothing there to block the view, or to stop the fresh, sweet wind,

And he loved to watch the clouds pile up and blow away again.


      It was something about the wind, it was something about the sky. 

      My daddy loved the prairie; it was something about the sky.


My mom came from the city, and her views were not the same. 

She liked her concrete sidewalks, and she liked her nature tame. 

And she said the wind that howled and roared just made her want to cry, 

And when a billion stars blazed from the black, she felt buried by the sky.


      It was something about the wind, it was something about the sky. 

      She said that she felt buried. It was something about the sky.


   So he planted trees beside the house, and a garden full of flowers, 

   Made feeders for the songbirds. She would watch them there for hours.


I thought that Mom would move to town after Daddy died last year, 

But she says the sky sings to her, now, and she feels his presence near. 

She says the gentle wind feels like his touch, and the blue looks like his eyes, 

And the clouds he used to love so much come and visit in the skies.


      And it’s something about the wind, it’s just something about the sky. 

      She says she feels his presence near. It’s just something about the sky. 

      It was something about the wind, it was something about the sky. 

      My daddy loved the prairie. It was something about the sky.


10 - Did We Get There Yet?

By: Kathryn Morski

(It's sometimes amazing to me what we pick up and never question, and how far from our true courses we can stray. Finding our way at last, though, makes it worthwhile as we see how the wrong turns add up to the right path. - Kathryn)

 

A woman with a face like the prow of a ship drives by in her Daddy’s Chevrolet. 

She’s been waiting at the dock ‘most all of her life. Only seen the boats sailing away. 

And her Daddy held the promise like a hope of salvation when their life seemed hard and grim.

If they worked enough, they could have it all. Now she’s driving to the graveyard

for a chat with him,

                           

(Singing,) “Daddy, did we get there yet?

Did we make the grade? Did we win the bet?

Daddy, did we get there yet?

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy did we get there yet?”


Well she’s asking him the questions that she always held back,

letting loose what she buried deep inside.

And she’s thinking that it might be her turn at the wheel after 

always being taken for a ride. 

She is wondering how she swallowed a prescription for disaster when she 

only wanted relief.

And she’s wondering, when you’re steering by all the right stars, 

how you end up with a life that’s mostly work and grief.


  CHORUS


   She’s setting sail on an ocean of a thousand old dreams, 

   Setting fire to the past and its freight.         

   Setting down all the baggage from a world that only says, 

   “You want Heaven? You got to wait.”


Well, she’s dried her tears and she’s blown her nose, and she tells him goodbye and she leaves. 

She loves him, though she’s sorry that he never saw through all the lies he was taught to perceive.

And she smiles as she looks out on a life that fits her. She can build it with her own two hands,

And she’s grateful for the vision and the sense of herself. After all of these years, she finally understands!


CHORUS


11 - Beauty Way

By: Kathryn Morski

(May it ever be so! - Kathryn)


Raven is a songbird when he soars above the canyon

Singing, “Let me float down easy in the layers and the colors.”

And he spends his days just waiting for what the day will bring him.

On the rising wind, he glories in the flying and the singing,


Singing, "Hey, hey, hey – in beauty is my way.”

Singing, "Hey, hey, hey – I thank You for this day.”


I am kin to Raven as I walk along the canyon,

 And I balance on the wind to try to keep myself from falling,

 And I spend my days just watching for a song to take me flying

 Out above the gray-green waters, where the light is swiftly dying,


 Singing, "Hey, hey, hey – in beauty is my way.”

 Singing, "Hey, hey, hey – I thank You for this day.”   


Coyote is a trickster. Her songs just raise the echoes

From the houses of the hermits to the place where mule deer rest.

If you listen you can hear her where the chilly winter wind blows.

If you’re lucky, you can hear her out there laughing at her jest.


Now I am at this canyon, and my songs are only pebbles.

I can toss them out forever, watch them sink without a ripple.

Like the raven and coyote, I will spend my days in singing,

Watch the colors, test the wind for the songs it may be bringing,


Singing, "Hey, hey, hey – in beauty is my way.” 

Singing, "Hey, hey, hey – I thank You for this day. 

Hey, hey – in beauty is my way.” 

Singing, "Hey, hey, hey – I thank You for this day.”


12 - Live Life Live

By: Caitlin Kirchenwitz

(Too easy to fall into "21-year-old-male disease"... I prefer to live, thanks! - Caitlin)


There’s no instant replay, there’s no rewind

There’s no playback, but I find

If you give it your all the first time by

You’ll do okay!


You gotta live life live

If you think you’re goin’ nowhere, you can revive

No time to worry, just rear back and dive

Woah, you gotta live life live


The early bird gets the worm

Don’t hesitate, you’ve got to be firm

It’s the only way you’ll ever learn

To stand on your own


You gotta live…


   Don’t you dare think you are worthless

   Just ‘cause everything’s a big mess

   You can find your own way through it

   Just hang on… You can do it!


No one can live your life but you

So tell me what you’re gonna do

Waste it all ‘till you are through?

I don’t think so!


You gotta live life…


   Take back your life, run your own way

   Don’t just act on what they say

   Give it all that you can give it

   It's your life, come on and live it!


You gotta live life…


12- Snowflakes

By: Kathryn Morski

(For Steven, a true love song. - Kathryn)


Snowflakes streaming by my window as I travel along this road. 

If I had a pebble for each of my sins, I’d be carrying a heavy load; 

And these snowflakes seem like the dreams I had that never quite came true: 

Sometimes they fade and sometimes they fall and sometimes they just blow through.


Raindrops falling on my window as I sit here in the night. 

If I had a stair-step for each of my loves, I could climb clear out of sight; 

And these raindrops seem like the dreams I had that never saw the light of day: 

Sometimes they fail and sometimes they fall and sometimes they just run away.


And it’s no wonder that a woman like me 

Should fall for a man like you, 

With your drifter’s dreams, and your dreamer’s eyes 

And your stories that aren’t half true…


Sunshine falling on my shoulders as I walk through a brand-new day. 

If I had the choice of a life I could live, I would live it the same old way 

‘Cause the sunshine warms like the dreams and the loves that heal my aching soul: 

Sometimes it burns and sometimes it hides, and sometimes it makes me whole. I said: 

Sometimes it burns and sometimes it hides, and sometimes it makes me whole.


13 - Music

By: Kathryn Morski

(I believe this: it matters what we do, how we think, and how we verbalize. - Kathryn)

                                                 

The soul is made from music – sweet, sweet music!

The soul is made from music – it carries us along.

The soul is made from music – sweet, sweet music!

And when we die we slip into eternal song.


     Eternal song, like the voice of the wind on a moonless night.

     Eternal song, like a face that you love caught in lantern light.

             We’ll be all right.


The heart is buoyed by music – sweet, sweet music! 

The heart is buoyed by music – – it carries us along.

The heart is buoyed by music – sweet, sweet music!

It lifts us and it cradles us in eternal song.


     Eternal song, like the voice of the wind on a moonless night.

     Eternal song, like a face that you love caught in lantern light.

             We’ll be all right.


The world is one in music – sweet, sweet music!

The world is one in music – – it carries us along.

The world is one in music – sweet, sweet music!

And heart and heart and soul to soul, we sing along!


     Eternal song, like the voice of the wind on a moonless night.

     Eternal song, like a face that you love caught in lantern light.

             We’ll be all right.

             We’ll be all right!


3-Part Round (Traditional):


All things shall perish from under the sky.

Music alone shall live. Music, alone, shall live.  

Music, alone, shall live, never to die.