CHARMER – THE PERFECT CAFÉ
Stevenson Productions (SP32956)
Lyrics
THE ELEVENTH HOUR TANGO
(©1983, Dudley-Brian Smith)
It’s almost time to go.
It’s never too late, you
know.
It’s just about to happen;
So, let’s dance the eleventh
hour tango.
We’ve been here so long,
Waiting to
begin the show.
Our time is almost here;
So, let’s dance the eleventh
hour tango.
As I hold you in my arms,
The orchestra swings so
sweet.
Everything that we’ve been
through
Is suddenly worth the beat;
It’s worth the waiting, don’t
you know.
So, dance with me – the
eleventh hour tango
There’s a chance to hold
Everything we wanted to own.
All we wish may now come true
So, let’s dance the eleventh
hour tango.
WISHING WELL
(©1986, Joel Smith)
Where will I be tomorrow?
Time alone will tell.
Riding this
line ‘til Sunday, all alone in my wishing well.
Rolling through
Staring at the scenes I know,
O so well.
Drinking and dreams do not
comfort me
Like the waters in my wishing
well.
Refrain: And if it makes you
feel better to know I’ve gone away,
Whether cabbages or kings
we’re only beggars anyway.
And the storms and the seas
of our lifetimes
Are just the ripples in my
wishing well.
Vacancies come cheap in the
boxcars,
Swaying to the beat of a
crosstie ban;,
Cradled in the arms of the
eastbound,
I hear the echoes in my
wishing well.
End of the line for this hobo
hotel.
Tomorrow, I’ll be headed for
the coast.
Saying my goodbyes at the
turnpike
To the memories in my wishing well.
HOLLY HEY, HOLLY HO!
(©1986, Jan Smith)
A fair young boy from a
northern land
Stole my
heart with a song and dance.
With his eyes so blue and his
hair so brown,
Holly hey, holly ho! My
heart’s undone.
‘Twas a magic time with a music man;
Had the
stars of summer in my hand.
We vowed our love would never
end.
Holly hey, holly ho! My
heart’s undone.
O, a young girl’s heart is a
fragile thing.
It will bend and break with a
moment’s whim.
Now he’s gone to a far and
higher land.
Holly hey, holly ho! My
heart’s undone.
Holly
hey, holly ho! My heart’s undone.
FLYING HIGH
(©1970,
Dudley-Brian Smith)
We
are flying on tomorrow,
And
the air feels very strong.
We
are going home, flying never on our own.
We’ve
been going on so long.
We
are soaring on the wings of hope
And
I know we’re not alone.
Someone’s
following and the chorus starts to ring.
Come
and free us from now on.
We
are flying high,
Like we’ve never flown before.
We
are flying higher than we’d hoped
For
our hearts are strong and sure.
We
are leaving all our sorrows,
And
we’re lighter flying on.
So,
we’re heading home and as we journey further on,
It
keeps us going from now on.
I
don’t care for I’m flying on.
EMPIRE TV
(©1987, Bob, Joel & Dudley-Brian
Smith)
I see me as a hero – save the
world same time each week.
They see me as a hero laying
villains at the feet
Of the empire, TV - everybody
watching, everybody sees.
On the empire, TV - slaying
windmills, they’ll believe in me.
In today and out tomorrow, I
want to rule the fashion scene.
I’ll pay a million dollars –
riches for rags to make me seen
On the
empire, TV. Thirty second ads are
dressing me.
On the
empire, TV - someone’s labels on my dreams.
My face is picture perfect –
my body shows no age.
My friends are also perfect;
We all live within the cage
of the empire…of the empire.
The preacher is talking. He
wants to save my mortal soul.
His bible, it tells you to
pave his streets with gold.
On the
empire, TV - marketing God on channel three.
On the empire, TV – media
gods got you and me.
On the
empire…
ANOTHER SOUTHERN SUMMER
(©1985, Dudley-Brian Smith)
Here in the cool of an
electric fan,
Hearing the traffic in
three-four time;
Lonely old men cruise the
noise and the heat
And wander alone in the dark
streets.
In another southern summer
And another southern night,
The stillness sits upon me
And I sweat with all my
might.
Sidewalks still warm when the
sun goes down;
Neon reflects off the
death-still air;
Ringing the sounds of a
distant train
Close enough to feel the
rumble
In another
southern summer…
Here, the hot air is going
nowhere fast.
It simmers the senses. Expect
and angry flash
As sudden
tempers clash.
I HAD IT ALL
(©1986,Jan
Smith)
You may
say that my life’s unfulfilled
And I’m
not what I surely should be.
You may
say that I live in a haze
And
waste all my days,
But
remember that once, I had it all.
O once I
had it all!
Once I
had it all!
Once I
followed a dream
And
captured a heart – a beautiful heart,
And I
had it all.
O life’s
not all it should be.
Not
everyone gets to be free.
And
we’ve all had moments we fell
Like
stones in a well;
We
eternally fell and counted the cost.
BIOGRAPHY (Survival)
(©1979,Joel Smith)
O - just survival,
How to
live the days left alone;
Lost without a rival –
Second place makes you ache
to the bone.
It was just about a year ago,
I took it slow by making sure.
I fell too many times not
knowing what I was looking for.
Then, I met the girl who
owned the world,
Fell in love without a cure.
But I played the game by
holding back the love.
O-ho, a little too close,
She was pulling in the slack.
She felt the sting when I
said these things
Just have to take more time.
But I gave in and the very
same thing
Happened all over again;
And I was hurt ‘cause she had drawn the line.
She’s a child confused.
I started preaching from the
book of the Lord.
She said to wait, ‘You’ve
made a mistake
By pushing
me a little too hard.’
So I held back - too late to
end the flood
Of all the things we’d never
agreed upon.
There’s no sleep at night;
I’m so alone.
The traces of her breath
still fill my lungs and haunt me on.
But the time that was lost
can never be returned
And the love still lingers
though she’s gone.
COMPASSION IN THE CROWD
(©1988, Dudley-Brian Smith)
Unlucky lover, face to face
with loneliness;
Reaching
out for someone to talk to.
No hidden motives, no expectations;
Long ago, she thinks her
chances died.
She’s looking for compassion
in the crowd,
Searching
for tenderness, somewhere, somehow.
She’s looking for compassion
in the crowd,
Someone to
stand beside and make her proud.
With uneasy motion, she moves
from day to day,
Always
watching for a softened glance.
Greatly uncertain, a bit
over-eager,
For fear her time is running
out.
She’s looking for compassion…
She’s built her defenses
well.
She needs a tender hand.
Carefully listening, holding
her softly with honesty.
AN AFFAIR OF THE HEART
(©1976, Dudley-Brian
Smith)
Long ago and far away
I dreamed of someone so right
And late at night, half awake
I can see her so distant and
bright.
She has your face, but her
heart is for me
In another
place so long and far from me.
You smile – I call your name.
I wake and it’s only a game;
Only a
game, an affair of the heart.
Only a fame,
an affair of the heart.
Years ago and dreams away
I was holding someone of my
own
A princess of light who fades
away
And waits there on a velvet
throne
She has your smile, but her
heart is for me.
And she’s not a child – like
you seem to be.
MOVIN’ ON
(©1981, Joel Smith)
Knowing that you don’t need my
love;
Waiting to find you gone;
Hanging around beside you – I
feel it’s over.
When will you ever let me be?
Movin’ on – leave her where you found
her.
I don’t belong. Before she
leaves, I’ll say…
I know something is wrong about
you, baby.
And it shows,
we have gone on far too long.
Heading home – on my own is
feeling OK
Let it go – before she leaves,
I’ll say…
Look for another lover – I feel
it’s over.
When will you ever set me free?
Oh, no!
I know something is wrong about
you, baby.
And it shows,
we have gone on far too long.
(©1988,Jan Smith)
If I were a wealthy man,
What would I do? What would I do?
If I were a wealthy man,
I’d sell my diamonds to find you.
Refrain: I’d travel on the seven
seas with seven ships and seven sails,
For seven years and seven more to
bring you home again to me.
O, if you lived in water deep
Or mountain high or desert sand,
I’d give my life to win your
love,
Forever wear your wedding band.
O, life is short and quickly gone
And love is precious more than
gold;
And every night I spend alone,
My withered heart it turns to stone.
WAITING (Chances Are)
(©1981, Dudley-Brian Smith)
How many times will I have to
say I want you?
Are you listening? Do you hear a word I’m saying?
Why do you run in fear when
someone reaches out to you?
Chances are you’ve got it all
right here.
Refrain: And I will be waiting
When you stop and look
around.
I will be waiting
When you
turn around.
Is it a question of my
holding on too tightly?
What can I say to make you
understand I’m sorry?
What is the problem here
inside your heart and body?
Chances are I’ll always want
to hold you near.
Chances are you’ll run far,
And chances are you’ll see me
waiting where you are.
LIVING IN THE MAINSTREAM
(©1988, Joel Smith)
Warm contact, wrinkles in the
sheets,
Misleading evidence where the
two sides meet;
Living in
the mainstream.
Words out, dirty laundry’s on
the street;
Counter-intelligence has been
selling our secrets.
Living in
the mainstream.
Anticipation leading me on;
Velveteen seduction like the
night coming on;
Lines oscillate in forbidden
zones,
Strangers
on the outside looking on.
Whispers turn like limbs
interlacing;
Forms of tapestry connect in
warm spaces.
Living in
the mainstream.
Shades down, thin light on
faces;
Points penetrate the sound of
your name.
Living in
the mainstream.
GIVE ME A LOVE
(©1986, Jan Smith)
Give me a love that never
dies
Like
The days of yore, the
Highland songs,
A silver
knight with heart of gold.
Give me a wedding band so
strong,
The storms of time can never
bend;
A love so fine and clean and
free
That my
pure heart immortal be.
Somewhere in time you shine
for me
And bring your love in
harmony.
You bring my wedding band so
strong
That my
poor heart – immortal be.
TIME FOR LIVING
(©1981,
Robert & Dudley-Brian Smith)
Well,
every day that passes by
Seems
to call me on and one;
Every
memory I have
Holds
a smile for someone gone,
But
the smiles become a laugh
And
the laugh becomes the wind
And
a soothing breeze
That
takes me home again.
There’s
a time for living,
And
a time for love,
And a time to sit and share the stars above.
There’s
a time for giving to someone else your love
And a place to be to call yourself someone.
There’s
a new day on the rise
And
a feeling in the air,
And
the thought I seem to have
is the
magic that I share.
And
the people in my dreams
Are
the magic in my songs,
And
the way I feel,
I’ll
sing my whole life long.
CHASING LEAVES IN A STORM
(©1984, Dudley-Brian Smith)
Maybe it’s just imagination.
Could be only this situation,
But you fill me with
inspiration
And I can’t get over you.
In your eyes is a shine and I
find it
Leading me, yet leaving me
blinded;
Touching me and then I’m
reminded
I can’t get over you.
It feels wonderful being
close to you,
But a song is all I have to
offer you.
To try and make it more
Would be like chasing leaves
in a storm.
Maybe it’s just imagination,
But I’m so happy in this
relation.
Still, I’m hoping that some
incantation
Will leave
me holding you.
REBECCA (Don’t Leave Me Here)
(©1985, Joel Smith)
I’ll follow you
Why do you lead me through
the stars?
I want to carry on and carry
you where you are.
I feel so helpless. Don’t you
leave me in your darkness.
You’re my deceiver.
You can tease me with your
touch.
You can make me to believe
How you will love me just as
much by making promises
That will fall like the
breaking of my heart.
Watch what you do;
I will follow you wherever
you are.
I’ll see right through
The reasons you keep us
apart.
The secrets you keep in your
darkness.
Don’t leave me here in your
darkness.
Don’t leave me here.
(©1980, Dudley-Brian Smith)
At times I need a place to
go,
A place to call my own;
Somewhere where the air is
easy
And darkness is unknown.
That’s when I find – I find
me a place in your heart.
A place in the sun where the
dark
Won’t dim
the light of your love.
I’ll learn the things that
love has shown me
And pray for one more day
Then I’ll turn and smile at
you
You’re all the things I pray
That’s when I find – I find
me a place in your heart.
A place in the sun where the
dark
Won’t dim
the light of your love.
A sudden storm and I’ll find
the night spirit;
That rides the wings of love
itself.
Can you hear it?
I need to find the way home
to you.
Something comes over me and
there’s nothing that I can do.
But that’s when I find…
GOODBYE OLD FRIEND
(©1980,
Dudley-Brian Smith)
It’s
just an image in the sunset,
A
cry in the night;
Needing
someone so badly to hold me
But turning away from the light.
Goodbye,
old friend, goodbye.
I
hope to see you smile again.
How
I hate to see you cry.
Goodbye,
old friend, goodbye.
The
things we are forever,
The
softness when you say goodbye.
Holding
on as if I could hold you,
But
you just won’t make a stand.
No
one wants to admit it was good,
But
I hope someday that we can.
We
had the best and we had it all
And
everything came easy.
We
seemed perfect for each other.
Where
did we go wrong? We went wrong.