EDEN WAS A GARDEN ep single

by Roman Candle

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EDEN WAS A GARDEN There's a pine warbler sitting on a hollow limb he seems to have the whole morning out right in front of him and everything he sings from the branch that he's sitting on seems to hush the leaves and the colors all around First he sings and then he goes. and what it means? It's hard to know. Baby works down right off of Barbur Blvd Writes down everything on the back of a business card everything she writes will turn into a song or two she puts it on the stage and all goes still now if she sings a forest clear she puts a tree right in your ear. Now why can't it stay with me? Why don't you tell me it cause it makes a fool of me Well Eden was a garden you know the birds were in the trees until the place was gone they scattered to the wind and then they just kept moving on Just the other night the clocks were moving awful slow I heard a woman's voice coming up form the street below I got up from my bed that song was so enrapturing and found my real to reel just to see if I could capture - by the time i turned it on, and turned an ear that voice was gone. Now why can't it stay with me? Why don't you say it cause it makes a fool of me Well Eden was a garden you know the birds were in the trees until the place was gone they scattered to the wind and then they just kept moving on
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THOUGHTS FOR A NEWLY OLD LOVER It was all because of me that you left last saturday but there were things about me I knew you'd never abide So darling while you're out there for your sake putting your clothes on by some lake here's hoping you're with a man who'll stand to stand aside When you visit your old boyfriend on am amtrak to Florida You know the one I mean that old marine who could never tell you no. Find a man to wipe your chin when you mix ecstasy and gin like I used to do for you not so long ago. They say uncommon love is found from the great height to the ground and that love is capable of amazing things if you'll ask it So I hope you find a new boyfriend who knows how to was another man's clothes when he's at spin city sorting through his laundry basket. This old town is a strange address and it seems to get more that way than less so I'm sure you'll have no problem finding your feet with a doctor or a lawyer or some npr Tom Sawyer or any carpool Charlie tooling down the street. And you can walk the streets of Tokyo or the streets of Tennessee one man says I got to go and one says girl wait for me. Well I've heard both those lines from you a little too often to forget it. So if i said you were going to end up a heartbroke drunk dear... Well I'll be giving you too much credit. It was all because of me that you left last saturday How much more time shoudl we take for thoughtful woe? I'll spend this whole pint toasting you and everyone you're off to do if it was all because of me you had to go.
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i walk the night i make some rounds it's not as big and heavy-handed as it probably sounds but still it's the nighttime and its the most time when I get things creeping through my mind. turn out the light walk up the floor this could be where it ends for a thousand peple but i end up out the door out on the nighttime where the speckled sidewalk shines and the moon makes every shadow get a little more refined. Morning in the Morning is fine enough to see the whole wide world is lit up in your face same old shining sidewalk, but a different melody is humming in the background of each side-street, moving always I used to lay up when I was a kid looking out the drapes of my bedroom looking out for what was hid until this one night I saw a woman with bare feet white walking straight across my backyard walking straight out of sight. now it's not just heartache old as the hills and it's not just a young heart's gut desire out looking for a thrill it is the night-time and it's a thin line that makes me wonder what that girl was looking for and wonder what I'm trying to find. Afternoons in afternoon against a summer day the world is lit up and laid out in your face same old shining sidewalk, doesn't have the same to say, humming in the background of each side-street, moving always Some say that songbirds sing at the dawn I could almost say it was true depending on which side of day you are on cause when their song is big and clear well the daylight is almost near but it's black as night and loudest in your ear.
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ORDINARY THINGS Talking you are with me Talking ordinary things are lifted up when I'm with you days and nights through my mind seems like every word I find is picking me up when I'm with you An old bedroom painted blue two framed photos on a wire rain that splashes on a stone half window, half a view, your half answer when I call as near to heaven as I've known This is the hour we're watching another minute passing A string of evenings every window is open wide. Just like an ocean across my back Just like an ocean down my neck how would I spend my time with anybody else? A stranger's dress orange-checked, a purple shine in a pigeon's neck a green-skinned lemon in a tree a rattling train on its rails tobacco underneath your nails an afternoon watching the sea. This is the hour we're watching another minute passing A string of mornings every front door is open wide. Just like an ocean across my back Just like an ocean down my neck how would I spend my time with anybody else?

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cover art by Amanda Blake: AmandaBlakeArt.com



Never Again Would Bird's Song Be the Same

He would declare and could himself believe
That the birds there in all the garden round
From having heard the daylong voice of Eve
Had added to their own an oversound,
Her tone of meaning but without the words.
Admittedly an eloquence so soft
Could only have had an influence on birds
When call or laughter carried it aloft.
Be that as may be, she was in their song.
Moreover her voice upon their voices crossed
Had now persisted in the woods so long
That probably it never would be lost.
Never again would birds' song be the same.
And to do that to birds was why she came.

Robert Frost 1942

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released December 4, 2008

e.p. recorded by roman candle at magpie studio (nov. 08)
mixed by Jason Bullock with Lake Fever Productions
Mastered by John Baldwin with Lake Fever Productions

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