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Live at the Jo Lyrics

Live at the Jo was recorded at Cuppa Jo Java in Rapid River, MI in November of 2005 and finally released onto CD in March 2006. If you don't already have a copy of this movin' CD, go HERE to find a copy. If you're one of the lucky few who already have the CD and are looking for the words, you've come to the right place!
1 - Life's A Journey 

By Caitlin Kirchenwitz

(No matter what road you’re on, may it be the one you were meant to take. - Caitlin)


Life’s a journey, it’s the path you take. 

The road will fork, it’s the choice you make. 

Follow your feet and your heart, you’ll see 

If you’re true to yourself, how happy you’ll be.


A woman’s at work punchin’ numbers again’ 

The patterns she sees are like old friends. 

One thing stands out and her memory sparks 

To a man she used to walk with in the dark. 

   He’s tall and sweet and he knows his mind. 

   Asks her to stay for all of time 

   But the job she loves wants her far away. 

   She tells him again she couldn’t stay. 

She thinks about how her life would be 

If she’d married him and had the kids she could see 

But the job held her more than he ever could 

So she gets back to work and thinks life is good.


Life’s a journey…


Grandkids on the rug and his son by his side. 

Family’s loud and happy and they keep him alive. 

Their life would be different if they’d moved to LA 

When the job was offered with better pay. 

   He’s glad he opened that shop of his own, 

   Stayed in his hometown while the kids had grown. 

   He had to work harder for the little they got 

   But the life they’d lived was worth a lot. 

Some kids stayed, some moved away. 

The near ones he sees ‘most everyday, 

And the family is close and they love him still. 

When he thinks of them, his eyes will fill.


Life’s a journey…


   We all have regrets we will carry through life. 

   The ‘what-if’s and ‘maybe’s, the ‘will-be’s and ‘might’s. 

   If you follow your heart, at least you’ll know 

   That you’d follow it again however it goes.


The gallery’s locked, it’s the end of the day 

They walk hand in hand by the same old way. 

They built their dream a few years ago 

When one door closing gave her room to grow. 

   He’d loved her and art for most of his life 

   Then her husband left his kids and wife. 

   She tried not to rely on his help 

   But he couldn’t just let her punish herself. 

The art came easy, the love wasn’t quite, 

But the new gallery and family was right. 

As their new life grew, their love came to be. 

When one door closes, another springs free!


Life’s a journey…


2 - Two Track

By Kathryn Morski

(We actually do live on a two-track through the forest. - Kathryn)


Silver sky and silver water

Moose and beaver, bear and otter

River running green and deep –

I see your shadows in my sleep;

Two-track through the forest to my home.

Two-track through the forest to my home.


Green and spicy northern air

Loons and eagles gather there 

Bright aurora’s glowing art; 

Stars so sharp they pierce the heart;

Two-track through the forest to my home.

Two-track through the forest to my home.


Snowy owl and coyote’s song – icicles by starlight. 

Diamond shapes that sparkle in the snow –

Every season’s splendor dazzles all my human senses,

Breathes the life of all into my soul,

Into my soul.


Sweet birch dancer, spruce enfolding, 

Silent deer and squirrel scolding, 

Forest dark and meadow bright, 

All are sacred in my sight.

Two-track through the forest to my home.

Two-track through the forest to my home.

Two-track through the forest to my home.


3 - Weeds In The Garden

By Kathryn Morski

(This began with conversations with my wonderful grandmothers and Jean Ritchie. - Kathryn)

 

There are weeds in the garden, and she calls them by name: Hawkweed, chicory, Queen Anne's Lace.      

Though she did not plant them there, she loves them all the same for their wild perfection,        

and their careless grace. 

And the seasons, spinning to a longer tune, wrench the days of our lives away. 

But her love, and her joy, and her peaceful heart will move with her from day to day.


The feet that once danced so have now slowed to a walk but the smiling voice is still as sweet and alive, 

And I'd sit for hours just to hear her talk or to share her stories of the time gone by 

While the clouds paint pictures, and she weaves a web that's a dream of the days to come. 

She's a joy! She's a friend. She's a living bridge that leads to where I started from.


And I asked her for the secret, and she said, with a grin, 

"When love brings a dream to your waiting heart -- let it in! Let it in!"


There are weeds in the garden, just a part of the plan. Tomatoes bloom like summer never ends, 

And her eyes see beyond them to the seed and the spring and the vines next summer; fruit she'll share with friends. 

And the song of the Seasons is the tune that she hums, or the one at the end of the day, 

And her love, and her joy, and her peaceful heart will shine on us to show the way.


And I asked her for the secret, and she said, with a grin, 

"When love brings a dream to your waiting heart -- let it in! Let it in!"


4 - Thinkin'

By Kathryn Morski

(Written for the millennium year, whichever it was… - Kathryn)


I was thinkin' 'bout water, wearin' away the hardest stone.

I was thinkin' 'bout spring bloomin' up through the snow.

I was thinkin' 'bout wind movin' earth one grain at a time as it blows.

I was thinkin' 'bout time. Tell me, where does it go?


If it left me behind, tell me, where would I be?

If I went on ahead, tell me, what would I see?

If it doesn't exist, why am I always behind?

It went something like this: I was thinkin' 'bout time.


I was thinkin' 'bout...


Is it all a big joke? Are we running in place?

Are we rats in a cosmic, huge, experimental rat race?

Do we come from an ape or unicellular slime? G C

Are we just a mistake? Well, I was thinkin' 'bout time.


I was thinkin' 'bout...


If you have time on your hands, is it heavy or light?

If it flies like an arrow, does it land or is it always in flight?

Does it flow like a stream? In a wave or a line?

Well, I wanted to scream! I was thinkin' 'bout time.


I was thinkin' 'bout


5 - 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!


6 - Did We Get There Yet?

By Kathryn Morski

(A discovery song, for all who’ve moved past their patterns. - 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


7 - Beauty Way  

by Kathryn Morski

(Begun at the Grand Canyon. - 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.”


8 - Downstate Girls

By Kathryn Morski

(Parody of a song from the West Virginia / Virginia border. - Kathryn)

(To the tune of “Come all you Virginia girls”)


Come on, all you downstate girls, and listen to my noise.

          Don’t you court those cute Yooper boys,

If you do, your fortune it will be:

          Hunting, fishing, NASCAR, and the Pack on TV!

          Hunting, fishing, NASCAR, and the Pack on TV!


When he comes a-courting you, I’ll tell you what he’ll wear:

          A Bret Favre jersey, just about to tear,

Carhart pants, and Sorel boots,

          But the guy inside of all of this still looks cute!

          The guy inside of all of this still looks cute!


When he comes a-courting you, I’ll tell you what he’ll say.

          First he’ll say, “Did you see that game?”

And then he’ll say, as he sits down,

          “Honey, won’t you pass them Nacho chips round?”

          “Honey, won’t you pass them Nacho chips round?”


And he’ll pick you up in the truck he adores:

          An S-10 Chevy with no floor boards,

Rusty red, with a rifle rack

          A pile of cans, a chainsaw, and a dog in the back.

          A pile of cans, a chainsaw, and a dog in the back.


So, come on, all you downstate girls, and listen to my noise.

          Don’t you court those cute Yooper boys,

If you do, your fortune it will be:

          Hunting, fishing, NASCAR, and the Pack on TV!

          Hunting, fishing, NASCAR, and the Pack on TV!


9 - Daughter

By Kathryn Morski

(Un-blues. - Kathryn)


Well, I never had me a silk dress face, or a taste for high-heeled shoes.

I was born into the wrong half of the human race, but I’m tired of paying my dues.

          I’m tired of paying those dues.


My mama taught me how to sew and sing, and what kind of clothes to choose.

My daddy gave me his good advice and a permanent case of the blues –

          Yes, a permanent case of the blues.


I’m tired of being treated as a sweet young thing, tired of living for the public’s eye,

Tired of trying to walk that line. Gotta walk some line till I die. (Is that right?)

          Gotta walk some line till I die.


Some days the world gets so damn mean, I could sit right down and cry.

And still, you know it’s better being who I am than the stereotype of a lie!

          Stereotype of a lie…


Some days the world seems like a mystery, written without any clues,

And I sometimes feel I’ve run into so many dead ends

that my mind’s got a permanent bruise.

          My mind’s got a permanent bruise.


And still I have affection for this tired old earth, and I wander it as I choose

Carrying along my curiosity and that permanent case of the blues.

          Permanent case of the blues!.


10 - Moon Bathin'

By Kathryn Morski

(Ever been in Omaha in summer? Or Iowa? -Kathryn)


Well, it’s too hot to sleep and it’s too late to call

And I’m too tired to make any effort at all.             

There is too much to do, and it’s too far to go.

I’m heading for the coolest thought I know…


“Let’s go moon bathing, stirring silver ripples on the lake.

Let’s go moon bathing. Oh, what a picture you would make                 

In a silver lagoon.


All the dogs lie and pant. It’s too hot for the birds.

The breeze has left the county. That’s what I heard.

All the stars are on fire in the vault of the sky.

I know what I’d be doing if the moon came by…


Chorus

                                

I can’t tell if I’m breathing or drowning.

The air’s as thick as coffee tonight.                                   

I haven’t got the energy for frowning.                

I guess I’m stuck here, dreaming             

Until daylight.


Not a cloud in the sky, but I’m praying for snow.

I’ll just sit back and chill while the blizzards blow.

But I’m melting too fast. I can’t make it till then.

I’m dreaming of cool water, and I’m gone again…   


Chorus


Let’s go bathing at the next full moon.


11 - Boogie Woman

By Kathryn Morski

(Just for fun. - Kathryn)


You know, we all look out for the Boogie Man, especially 'round Hallowe'en

He has greasy hair and purple nails, and his teeth are pointy green.

His job's to scare, and is he good! He can terrify a teen

‘Cause the best word for the Boogie Man is just plain mean.


But along about last September, out in the pumpkin patch,

The world famous Boogie Man, he met his match.


She was small and slight, with hair as black as the inside of a tomb.

She was deathly pale and her orange eyes seemed to promise death and doom.

She was zapping gourds with mind control just to watch them go "ka-boom"

And she turned and looked him over in the moonless midnight gloom.


The Boogie Woman - Oooooo; The Boogie Woman - Ooooooo;

Along about last September, out in the pumpkin patch,

The world famous Boogie Man, he met his match.


Well, his creaky heart stopped beating first; then it seemed to jump and run

It was fate! The shock waves hit like silver bullets from a gun

He knelt and howled a love song that was guaranteed to stun -

Said their marriage and their honeymoon would be love and war - what fun!


She said, "I like your style and your pointy teeth, I like your hairy hands,

But I have to say you're out of date with the honeymoon you've planned.

That stuff's passé - it's out, not fly, no good. You understand?

But you and me and the ghouls back home would be an awesome New Wave Band!"


The Boogie Woman - Oooooo; The Boogie Woman - Ooooooo;

Along about last September, out in the pumpkin patch,

The world famous Boogie Man, he met his match.


Well, he loved her so, he soon agreed to the All Ghoul Boogie Band.

Now they're playin' and he's wailin' and they're famous, as she planned.

They're big with Wolfman Jack and MTV. They're always in demand,

And they're pluggin' Tombstone Pizza, makin' big bucks in this land.


The Boogie Woman and the Boogie Man; The Boogie Woman and the Boogie Band;

Along about last September, out in the pumpkin patch,

The world famous Boogie Man, he met his match.


To the tune of “I Want a Girl (Just Like the Girl Who Married Dear Old Dad)” –

I want a ghoul, just like the ghoul that buried dear old Dad...


12 - 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!" 


13 - Louisiana, Mississippi, Tennessee, Moon

By Caitlin Kirchenwitz

(I highly recommend Interstate 10. Where else can you drive with tree tops? - Caitlin)


There’s a Louisiana, Mississippi, Tennessee Moon 

Rising in the East. 

It’s a quarter to eleven, got a few hours to go. 

Man, oh man, I’m beat! 

We’ve gotta make the other side of Memphis tonight 

Before we close our eyes, 

Then we’ll get up tomorrow, gonna do it again 

As the sun is lighting the skies.


This trip has been great! We’ve seen lots of places, 

Visited friends and made many more. 

They gave us welcome with smiles and song 

From the time they opened the door. 

When we had to leave, we were never ready 

But they gave us love to carry us through. 

And in case we forgot, to all of you out there 

We couldn’t have made it without you!


Now there’s a…


We like the back roads, they go through the small towns. 

Remind us of home, they way they feel. 

If you know where to look, there’s new things to discover 

Whenever you turn the wheel! 

But we need to make time. We’ve got gigs tomorrow. 

If we’re gonna make it, we’ve gotta fly! 

So here we are crossing Atchafalaya 

On a super-slab in the sky,


And there’s a…


There’s a truck up ahead that we’ve passed three times. 

I don’t know where he’s goin’, but we follow the same signs. 

My family of gypsies is close to the road. 

We can feel at home no matter where we go


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