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Sonny and Sadie

Words and music by Robbie Smith

He’s a drinking man and a working man and a lover of the gin
And there’s no telling how many scapes he’s been in
He’s a gambler and a traveller and he’s partial to a fight
But he’s a fool for the ladies in the middle of the night

Well he fell in love with young Sadie
She’s the apple of every man’s eye
And while the band played Rosie O’Grady
Well he promised her then that he’d make her his bride

And she replied:
Listen Sonny you’ve got money but you don’t have love in your heart, for me –
Take it from me it’s easy to see,
Now when we’re ready we’ll go steady but ’til then this love in my heart, can’t be free –
Can’t you see –

Well he sat awhile and he thought awhile of his dancehall delight
And then he trimmed down his whiskers ’til til he thought they looked right (just right)
And he went to pray every sabbath day and he gave away his gin
And then he showed up one morning with some flowers and grin

And he said, here I am again Sadie
Put away all those dresses of red
I intend to make you a lady
With your own cozy home and your own feather bed

And she said:
Listen Sonny I’ll look funny walking down the aisle dressed in white, can’t you see –
Take it from me it’s hard to believe,
But when we marry and you carry me across the threshold of life, we’ll be free –
You and me –

Ooh…

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Mimmie (A Clear Impression)

Words and music by Robbie Smith
Based upon a suggestion by Anne Smith

Mimmie walks by a stream to her garden
And takes the sunflower seeds from her apron;
She sees a bright yellow field in a vision –
Her heart is always in tune with each new season.

Mimmie you were here – waiting by the door,
Doing all you could, but wanting to do more;
Though the years were brief and now we are apart –
You left a clear impression in my heart.

Mimmie carries fresh hay to the stable –
Then picks Mayflowers to grace someone’s table;
She tucks her little ones in to their trundle,
And reads them nursery rhymes beside the candle.

Mimmie you were there – caring for us all –
Always there to try to catch us when we’d fall;
Though the winter came and I knew you couldn’t stay,
I’ve kept a clear impression to this day.

Mimmie knows her summer colours are fading –
But she sows them into a quilt she is making;
Mimmie tends to the young and the aging –
She brings them into the world and mourns their leaving.

Mimmie you were here – waiting by the door,
Doing all you could, but wanting to do more;
For over half my life – that’s how long we’ve been apart
But you’re closer now than ever in my heart.

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Wayback When

Words and music by Robbie Smith

Follow a secret passageway
To a place where I keep my yesterdays –
To a room where children’s music plays –
In a place called “Wayback When”;

Oh, the hands on the clock they clap with joy
As a little toy drummer makes some noise –
The world was safe for girls and boys
And can be once again.

I was always busy – always in a hurry,
Take a look in my diary – my pages are all empty…

Won’t you come along for the ride?
Dim the lights – I’ll show some slides –
In every one my childhood hides
And wants to come alive;

Hallowe’en masks, electric trains,
Hula hoops and daisy chains –
The past is dust but the thought remains
Just waiting to be revived…

If only for an evening I want to be young once more
Dreaming and believing In the things I once believed before…

Drop a coin in my piggybank
And I’ll show you to my goldfish tank
Where my favourite battleship sailed and sank
At least a hundred times;

Liquorice pipes and party cones –
You were Watson, I was Holmes –
Detecting clues with fine tooth combs
We solved about a hundred crimes…

If only for an evening I want to be young once more
Dreaming and believing in the things I once believed before
(I went and became a man)

See those marks beside the door
Where I measured my height in days of yore
They start at three feet off the floor
And end right about here;

Everything tasted sweeter then
How I love to visit “Wayback When”
But Yesterday has reached its end
And Tomorrow’s drawing near…

Wave goodbye, wave goodbye to “Wayback When” – wave goodbye
Thinking of “Wayback when”
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh you know I’m thinking of “Wayback When”
Thinking of Wayback When…”Wayback When”.

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Part of the Song

Words and music written by Robbie Smith

I know I spend my time – not with people but with melodies and rhymes;
And my restless mind keeps finding new directions as my temperature climbs;
But when the music’s flowing into dream light –
With all my senses glowing til they take flight –
The soul of the music released from the heart of a song.

And so I drift away recalling fallen heroes – as their music plays…
And I saw Stevie Ray following brother Jimi – hey-ay-ay – through a purple haze…
And to hear what they were playing gave me – sad eyes –
They turned to me saying, brother – don’t cry –
We knew from the start that the ending was part of the song
It was part of the song –
It’s all right – it’s all right – the ending is part of the song.

Music was a gift – it seemed to come from above…
Yes, it was a gift – it was almost like love –
Oo-oo-ooh, almost like love – oo-oo-ooh – almost like love.

And so I spend my days trapped inside a soundscape that leads to endless passageways;
I know I’ll end my days trying to find my way – through the music-maze
But when I reach the ending – lost in deep sleep –
With all my colours blending, brothers – don’t weep –
I knew from the start that the ending was part of this song –
It was part of the song –
It’s all right – it’s all right – the ending is part of…
The soul of the music released from the heart of…
I knew from the start – the ending is part of the song.

Giving myself to the music – there’s nothing else but the music;
Giving my heart to the music – becoming a part of the music –
I feel like I’m part of the music…
Spiralling down, spiralling down through the music.

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Demon Rum

Words: Robert S. Smith
Music: Robbie C. Smith

Ho hum – here we come smuggling in the booty
Right by the customs’ eye and the federal duty
Ho hum ye demon rum slithering in the harbour
Through the fog a hold of grog bound for smuggler’s barter

And it’s ears pealed and lips sealed and eyes to the fog before us
Think quick and move slick – the bootlegger’s waitin’ for us
Heave ho the kegs overboard into the dory
Ho hum the rum is come

Instrumental break

Ho hum – fingers numb – steering her by an old wreck
Running low the crew go scurrying on the poopdeck
Ho hum – some glum – bidding the booty bye bye
Away we go to get some mo’ to keep the lubbers pie-eyed

And it’s ears pealed and lips sealed and eyes to the fog before us
Think quick and move slick – the bootlegger’s waitin’ for us
Heave ho the kegs overboard into the dory
Ho hum the rum is come

And it’s ears pealed and lips sealed and eyes to the fog before us
Think quick and look slick – the bootlegger’s waitin’ for us
Heave ho the kegs overboard into the dory
Ho hum the rum is come – ho hum the rum is come
Ho hum the rum is…

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Scrimshaw

Words: Robert S. Smith
Music: Robbie Smith

I have been kind to the whaler,
And I have been kind to the whale,
For my soul is the soul of a sailor,
As I whittle the era of sail.

And I carve out the whalebone awaiting
The strokes of my whittling knife,
And the bones and my blade find a mating
That treats of the sea-faring life.

And the lap of my blade on the whitening shoal
Carves lightly in scrimshaw my sea-tendered soul…

And I swear if this soul of a whaler
Was wrecked on the sea-broken stones,
I’d take it as kind if some sailor
So honoured my whitening bones…
Yes, I’d take it as kind if some sailor
So honoured my whitening bones.

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Kindred Spirits

Words and music by Robbie Smith

His was the canvas that caught the fickle wind
And turned its strength against itself and brought his boat back in;
She, too, knew the canvas but hers waited for a brush
To softly paint in tempera fresh colours clean and lush…

And they were Kindred – Kindred spirits,
Living for the day when they’d meet and fall in love,
Yes, they were kindred – kindred spirits –
He with the canvas… she with the brush.

He’d heard of the paintings – he’d seen them on display,
He marvelled at their fine detail of rigging, spar and spray,
And for a fleeting moment he met the artist’s gaze,
As she stood inside the gallery receiving words of praise…

And they were kindred – kindred spirits,
Living for the day when they’d meet and fall in love,
Yes, they were kindred – kindred spirits –
Living for the moment when their chosen paths would cross
And their guiding stars would gleam as one above.

Instrumental break

And once when he was quayside – securing to the peer –
He felt her eyes upon him – so wistful and so clear,
And she chose him as a subject for her “portraits of the sea”
And he thought, “Is it I that poses for her – or she for me?”

For they were Kindred – Kindred spirits,
Living for the day when they’d meet and fall in love,
Yes, they were kindred – kindred spirits –
He with the canvas… she with the brush.

Instrumental break

And to this day he sails the sea in doldrum or in squall,
And yet her thoughts go with him now to every port of call,
And from his vivid stories come scetches just as clear –
As they share each other’s interests – the gifts they hold so dear…

For they are kindred – kindred spirits
They share a common thread in the fabric of their lives
Yes, they are kindred – kindred spirits,
And wherever Life may take them on its ever-changing tide
Two constant, Kindred spirits will abide…

Oh, their spirits will abide… As upon life’s waves they ride…
Yes, their spirits will abide… For they are kindred.

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Don’t Pretend

Words and music by Robbie Smith

Don’t you keep those tears bottled up inside you
(Bottled up inside you)
Shake away those fears – I’m standing right beside you
(Oh, I’m standing right beside you…)

So, don’t pretend you’ve never had a taste of sorrow,
Don’t pretend that you can hide it all inside –
I’m your friend and what are good friends for?
So, don’t pretend you’ve never cried.

Instrumental break

Try to find some love – just enough to tide you over…
(Enough to tide you over)
Try a little trust – just lean upon my shoulder…
(Oh, just lean upon my shoulder…)

And don’t pretend you’ve never had a taste of sorrow,
Don’t pretend that you can hide it all inside –
I’m your friend and I’ve seen it all before
So, don’t pretend you’ve never cried.

You know I wish that I could take this heavy sadness from you –
Take it all away –
Turn back the hands of time – back before “that day”…
You know that sorrow looks more natural on me
Than it ever looked on you,
And when I see you like this
I wish there was more that I could do…

When the early frost steals across your window…
(Steals across your window…)
When the summer’s lost and winter finds you feeling low…
(It finds you feeling low, now…)

Don’t pretend you’ve never had a taste of sorrow,
Don’t pretend that you can hide it all inside –
I’m your friend and what are good friends for?
So, don’t pretend you’ve never cried.
Don’t pretend – don’t pretend you’ve never cried.

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Deaf Mutes, The (Silently Speaking)

Words and music by Robert S. Smith

Two at the airport… silently speaking…
Touching the words that a voice never knew
Oh, come where I’m going softly beside me
For I am no one with nothing but you.

Tears in the telling… hope in the asking…
Off to a future faced better by two
Oh, come where I’m going – now and forever
For I am no one with nothing but you.

When I am travelling where will you be?
Will life be living when you’re not with me?

Who am I? No one. What have I? Nothing
No ship to captain – no dreams to pursue
Oh, come where I’m going – if just for kindness
For I am no one with nothing but you…
For I am no one with nothing but you

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Crowd Pleasers

Words and music by Robbie Smith

He’s been dragging his body from pillar to post on the road,
And his creative spark has grown dark where once it had glowed;
And now – nothing new comes to mind,
Now – it’s just the same tired grind –
Bar after bar of fast-drinking, truck-driving men…

CROWD PLEASERS – that’s all they want him to play these days,
CROWD PLEASERS – there’s nothing new left to say;
Something familiar – that’s what they’re after,
Something to go with the beer and the laughter,
CROWD PLEASERS – that’s all they want him to play.

Now, there’s so much that he wants to say but he can’t find the words,
I guess he’s misplaced them with melodies that’ll never be heard,
But by times – on some long, weary ride,
Sometimes he feels a song drowning inside;
Once inspired, now too tired to pick up his pen –
So, it’s the same thing again, now…

CROWD PLEASERS – that’s all they want him to play these days,
CROWD PLEASERS – there’s nothing new left to say;
Something familiar – that’s what they’re after,
Something to go with the beer and the laughter,
CROWD PLEASERS – that’s all they want him to play.

With a bit more promotion he figures he might have gone far,
With a bit more devotion he might have been more
Than a voice in a dark, dingy bar…

Now, he’s thinking of packing it in – tell the world that he’s through,
But he knows if he did, well, there isn’t much else he could do,
So, for now, he just opens his case –
Takes out his six-string and tries to embrace
The mem’ry of how it was when he played way back when –
But that was then, now it’s…

CROWD PLEASERS – that’s all they want him to play these days,
CROWD PLEASERS – there’s nothing new left to say;
Something familiar – that’s what they’re after,
Something to go with the beer and the laughter,
CROWD PLEASERS – that’s all they want him to play.
CROWD PLEASERS – that’s all they want him to play.

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Just the Past Again

Written by Robbie Smith

“Stop and listen, hear the voices”
Spoke the seeer who held the crystal ball
Though the future is filled with chances and with choices
It need not remain a mystery to us all

Asking, What’s to be the future?
What will the fates ordain?
Tell me, what’s to be my future?
Maybe just the past again

There’s a little child waiting to be tended
And a priest who seeks the grace of god
And a loner who wants to be befriended
On a path where most of us have trod

There’s a scavenger, scrounging for survival
And a wise man offering advise
A competitor outdistancing a rival
A skater on thin ice

Asking, What’s to be the future?
Will it bring pleasure or pain?
Tell me, what’s to be my future?
Maybe just the past again

There’s an outcast waiting for acceptance
And a criminal, looking for a crime
And a judge about to pass his sentence
A prisoner doing time

Asking, What’s to be my future?
Will it bring freedom or chains?
What’s to be my future?
Maybe just the past again

There’s an army crossing foreign borders
Civilians joining in the fray
A solider stands waiting for his orders
A women somewhere kneels to pray

Asking, What’s to be the future?
With all its losses and gains
Close the curtain on the future
Lest it be the past again
Lest it be the past again

Lest it be the past – again

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Dance with the Lonely Girl

Words and music by Robbie Smith

Don’t dance with the girl with the long blond curls
She has more than her share of admirers
Don’t dance with the girl with the anxious gaze
You know you’ll never put out her fire
Don’t dance with the girl with the cover girl face
She won’t give you what you desire

Dance with the lonely girl
Dance with the lonely girl
There is a tear in her eye, she’s waiting to cry, on your shoulder – lonely girl
On your shoulder – lonely girl

Don’t dance with the girl with the wandering eyes
Ah, you’ll never keep her attention
Don’t dance with the girl with the with the casual air
She’s the type who’ll just toy with your affection
Don’t dance with the girl with the black leather dress
She’ll lead you in the wrong direction

So dance with the lonely girl, Dance with the lonely girl
She’s in need of a friend to reach out and tenderly hold her – lonely girl
Just to hold her – lonely girl

I’m not the kind to hand out advice,
Less likely the kind to take it
But what follows from this dance tonight,
Could change your life – so make it right

I’m not the kind – no I’m not the kind
But what follows – could change your life
So make it right, so make it right

Don’t dance with the girl who’s talking too loud
Not enough joy, too much laughter
Don’t dance with the girl who’s the life of the crowd
You’re not the type of person that she’s after
Don’t dwell on the surface like everyone else
It’s what lies beneath that truly matters, so…

Dance with the lonely girl, Dance with the lonely girl
She’s in need of a friend to reach out and tenderly hold her – lonely girl
Just to hold her – lonely girl
Dance with the lonely girl