EDEN WAS A GARDEN ep single

by Roman Candle

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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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Track Name: Eden was a garden (acoustic)
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
Track Name: Thoughts for a newly old lover
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.
Track Name: Songbirds sing at the dawn
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.
Track Name: Ordinary things
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?