Valley of the Heart

by Eric George

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1.
I went down to the coffee shop To buy something sweet for my honey I walked in but I forgot I was all out of money Turned around to walk back home There on the ground I found a dollar I had one, everything cost two Maybe I'll try again tomorrow
2.
It’s bread and butter for you Cold potatoes for me We’re all getting the blues But you got it under control You got it, let everyone know You got it but you’re falling apart You can get it done with an aching heart Ain’t had a job in a while I’m not dressing in style I’m not having fun I don’t remember the sun But I got it under control I got it, let everyone know I got it but I’m falling apart I can get it done with an aching heart It’s bread and butter for you Rye whiskey for me We’re all getting the blues But you got it under control You got it, let everyone know You got it but you’re falling apart You can get it done with an aching heart
3.
Sing something I know Said a voice behind a screen aglow The waitress claimed we once Made love in New Mexico 
I wanted to get up and go But I did not so I painted The walls of my mind real slow Stepped out on the street Looking for answers Tried to move my feet With the conviction of a dancer And we all just wanna know Is pining as good as having Am I more present with the pining Than with what I’ve got Moments of passing bliss Crashing waves, a wink, a kiss Why think about that When you can think about this? Oh, a gift! For you something I made Like a roadside child selling lemonade Sweet and cold, no not gold, More like a feeling out on parole And we all just wanna know Is pining as good as having Am I more present with the pining Than with what I’ve got Sing something we all know The one about the king On the old dirt road Singing with the band As he finds his way back home We all just wanna know Is pining as good as having Am I more present with the pining Than with what I’ve got
4.
Never You 02:54
The coffee's on the table The cat killed a bird The sight of my phone Is so absurd Still I hope it rings, But if it does It’s Probably just some debt collector Calling me up It's never you Just some number like mine A pre-recorded health insurance Salesman on the line It's never you When I want it be Yet you said you've been Trying to get a hold of me Waiting for the weekend
I've got no plans Probably just go to the bar And listen to the band I like the way they sing But if you called I'd leave there in a heartbeat And go to where you are It's never you Thought it might be this time So I'll just watch the band Standing, swaying in time It's never you When I want it be Yet you said you've been Trying to get a hold of me That cat's on the table The coffee's getting cold The rain just started falling Cause the clouds got too old And all these little things I'm gonna say The next time someone calls To sell me something today It's never you Who calls when you're on my mind My phone is probably ringing As I'm singing you this line It's never you When I want it be Yet you said you've been Trying to get a hold of me
5.
She drives fifty-five on the highway She only dances when the band plays slow She's in bed by nine on Friday With a book and glass of Bordeaux She takes it easy, she likes it slow She makes me wait when it's time to go She doesn't pick up the phone on Sundays If you wanna talk knock on her door She lives on a dead end one way I've been there before She takes it easy, she likes it slow She makes me wait when it's time to go She talks as slow as a painting Makes you hang on every word And with every stroke she's saying Slow down you hummingbird
6.
I heard you're looking for a man Well you're in the wrong town I heard you're looking for a man If I were you I'd turn around You hear ‘em talking ‘bout The walk they’re walking Everybody seems in the know But if you’re fixing to test conviction See how he acts when you say no I heard you're looking for a man Well you're in the wrong town I heard you're looking for a man If I were you I'd turn around You’ve had your suspicions At last his admission There’s someone else He’s loving on the side Then as cold as the ocean He explains devotion And tells you that you’re Out of your mind You go out on the town When the sun’s going down Come home when it begins to rise You find less than nothing, just lust, You can tell by the look in their eye
7.
I'm sick and tired of hearing things From uptight, short-sighted, Narrow-minded hypocritics All I want is the truth Just gimme some truth Ive had enough of reading things By neurotic, psychotic, Pig-headed politicians All I want is the truth Just gimme some truth No short-haired, yellow-bellied, Son of tricky dicky Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me With just a pocketful of hope Money for dope Money for rope I'm sick to death of seeing things From tight-lipped condescending Mama’s little chauvinists All I want is the truth Just gimme some truth now I've had enough of watching scenes Of schizophrenic ego-centric Paranoid, prima-donnas All I want is the truth Just gimme some truth No short-haired yellow-bellied Son of tricky dicky Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me With just a pocketful of soap Its money for dope Money for rope Ah, I'm sick and tired of hearing things From uptight short-sighted narrow-minded hypocrites All I want is the truth Just gimme some truth Ive had enough of reading things By neurotic psychotic pig-headed politicians All I want is the truth Just gimme some truth
8.
If the world was made of pretty things Glass roses and bells that ring Who would listen to the bird that sings About a broken wing Wash your hands in a river of sand As the forest melts the gold Sacrifice miles of ice Act surprised at the rising of the coast If the world was made of sweet dreams Crystal boats floating down the stream Who would listen to the bird that sings About a broken wing Rest your head in the ashes of the bed Where one day you'll lay down your child Why shine the brass ring the golden hour is passing As the wilderness grows less wild If the world was made of pretty things If the world was made of pretty things Glass roses and bells that ring Who would listen to the bird that sings About a broken wing
9.
I know a guy named Steve Half the things he says I don't believe When he walks into the room I wanna leave I just plain don't like Steve Whenever we're talking He's always looking round Waiting for his chance to talk He came over for dinner uninvited And drank all the wine I bought I like to give the benefit of the doubt But all the women say he creeps them out He's probably a serial killer or a thief I just plain don't like Steve He's always asking everyone around What they think about this or that Then he'll tell you his opinion Halfway through your sentence And then says thanks for the chat I'm a patient kind of guy My door is always open But when my friends come over I'm always hoping I won't have to share the air he breathes I just plain don't like Steve Twenty years from now when I'm out fishing He'll probably be a politician (in prison) As long as he's nowhere near me I just plain don't like Steve I just plain don't like Steve Half the things he says I don't believe When he walks into the room I wanna leave
10.
Meant to Say 03:08
Maybe someday when the clouds pass away You and I will sit down at the cafe Maybe someday before I'm old and gray I'll say all the things I meant to say For now I sit at home Turn off the telephone Take a book down from the shelf Hum a little melody to myself But there will come a day ‘Cause I've got thoughts like debts to pay I'll say all the things I meant to say Some long nights wish I could stand the neon lights When all my friends go out to see the sights Instead I stay, tell them all I'm okay Just thinking of all the things I meant to say They dance til their feet get sore I stay home and walk the floor Take a book down from the shelf Hum a little melody to myself But there will come a day Cause I've got thoughts like debts to pay I'll say all the things I meant to say
11.
Who's the fool who said dry your eyes You gotta feel low if you wanna feel high If it's been a while give it a try Pay no mind to what you might look like Whether you're a child or a big tough guy Everybody's got a right to cry Don't let sadness pass you by Treat it like a friend who you would wine and dine Start the conversation by taking a sigh Tears might come in the by and by Whether you're a dancer or a Samurai Everybody's got a right to cry If you’re feeling your feelings are tangled and tied Cut an onion and let yourself try Tears are like rain there's an endless supply When the clouds roll in go ahead don't be shy Whether you're seven or seventy five Everybody's got a right to cry Whether you're seven or seventy five Everybody's got a right to cry
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I found this old western novel Paperback free-bin kind of thing The title was cool but the cover was not And the person who owned it before me Marked their page with a piece of string The cover's this busty cowgirl Riding fast on a horse And a cowboy chasing right behind her of course I never read it but I hope she got away Looked like she had a pretty good head start Anyway, the book was called Down in the valley of the heart Down in the valley of my heart It had been a while since the rain There's always some birds Waiting to pick the bones of some Practice I couldn't maintain It's alright it's all part of the food chain But there's a lot of blooming flowers A lot of plants I couldn't name Some have spikes like spokes of bikes And some have petals the color of an old flame There's some I pick to brew in boiling water I like the way the smell fills my house Covers up the smell of my dog Who just got sprayed by a skunk Right in the mouth Down in the valley of my heart There's plenty of time to talk And much to do There's this little stream full of brook trout Not for fishing but for walking along With someone like you Sometimes a dust cloud Will blow through the valley And you get dirt in your mouth But you just wind up laughing Cause what else you gonna do? Get mad and chase some buxom cowgirl Cause it's easier to chase something new Than it is to face something true? Not in the valley of my heart, buckaroo Down in the valley of my heart There's just one thing I wanna do I wanna be a fire you can warm your hands at And in that way I'd stay warm to Down in the valley of my heart Every snake and stinging bee plays its part Where the water runs clear And you can see the stars Down in the valley of my heart

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All songs recorded, produced, and mixed by Eric George
Artwork and cover design by Eric George
Mastered by Jer Coons © 2021 by Eric George

Website: www.eric-george.com
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released May 1, 2021

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Eric George Burlington, Vermont

Eric George is a Vermont-based songwriter, sound engineer, and performer of original music and poetry. One of the most prolific folk musicians of the Northeast music scene, he is intent upon maintaining the integrity of American folk music while taking a contemporary approach to songwriting. ... more

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