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Lost & Found

by Jud Caswell

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1.
It was coming up on quarter past two On a night as black as stout Walking down the Connemara road A drop of whiskey on my lips to keep the cold out When high on the hillside a flickering light Led me off the highway and into the night It was coming up on quarter past two My head was thick with stout Then as quick as you can whistle a tune I had my feet atop that hill There I found her in a circle of stone A fire burning off the cool September chill She was dressed all in garments of shimmering shear Which much to my wondering eyes disappeared Then as quick as you can whistle a tune I had my feet in deeper still I'm probably going to regret meeting Mairghread Then as sure as I'm standing before you She burst into song And she danced about and tempted me sorely But still I resisted, God-fearing and strong ˜til she settled herself there astride of my knee And proceeded to Rum-Tiddle-Dum-Tiddle-Dee Then as sure as I am standing before you I did sing along I'm probably going to regret meeting Mairghread Well a sorrier gentleman waking You never did see With a headache and half a mile home Stretching out like a gauntlet before me I guess you can say that the bloom's off the rose When your lady has left you and taken your clothes With a half a mile of churchgoers waiting Between home and me I'm probably going to regret meeting Mairghread
2.
How did we get here? Only God and Rand McNally know for sure Still, the sunlight through the trees is kind And the pull of what we've left behind Is weaker than the tug of what's in store So here we are Hook the dog and park the car We're lost and found Sick to death of digging through The same old worn-down tired-out ground We're lost and found So we hop in our escape pod And we aim toward sunset Until we run aground Then you couldn't find our troubles with a hound We're lost and found You're my compass and sextant And I'll follow you from now until the end Because even when the road is strange It feels like every coming change Is welcome as a childhood friend And they say that it's God's will That nothing should be still
3.
451 03:22
451 -- it's bright and it's clean 451 is a shining machine it's the color of smiles an immortal old style 451 -- it's a happiness tree 451 is a conscience for free it's a place in the sun it's a terminal fun when your ironclad pretenses rust if you think you've been thinking too much don't waste your time, get right in line for a share of the american pie cross your heart and cover your eyes here's a sample free, pal, the drink's on me raise your hand raise your flag raise a torch and set us free 451 is dehydrated truth 451 is for the good of the youth it's the closing of eyes it's accepting the lies 451 is a tourniquet cure 451 -- so righteous and pure it's a life under glass it's a brave new past it starts out so harmless, you know when the school board says twain's got to go it's for the kids, the trash is hid but once that lesson itself has been learned it gets easier and easier to burn when you know you're right, you'll heat the night to the temperature knowledge ignites: 451 Fahrenheit 451
4.
The wind's been building snowmen They stand where they've been blown This is the first old-fashioned winter This love of ours has known It's the kind our parents talked about With their glasses full of wine Exaggerations mingle, sentimental For a simpler, colder time. So leave me in the springtime when the crocus is in bloom But stay with me this winter night and warm my lonely room The weatherman's in heaven It's the best he's ever seen Record-setting Doppler weather radar Spins like laundry on the screen The snow stays on like family When the invitation's cold Coming back for second helpings Telling stories that are getting old When the winter drives you crazy The snow might keep you sane Cuz at least it's not December And at least it isn't rain So leave me in the springtime when the crocus is in bloom But stay with me this winter night and warm my lonely room
5.
A hundred and twenty paces past the signpost Pick up the trail and follow to the east Up to the old abandoned ring of houses Standing in stony silence and in peace Like the sleepless ghosts of dancing children Misty fingers reaching toward the sea Blanket the hills of heather, spilling whiteness Over the blackened soil like breakfast tea And you and I, in simple fascination Stand side by side in the growing rain A hundred and twenty paces past the signpost Follow the sound of water to the west Stopping to ask O'Malley his permission He offers (in toothless Gaelic) his "God Bless" Down a winding road of trash and treasure Rusting red and dying, growing green Soak in the water falling over heather Drink in the pounding river, washing clean And you and I, in simple fascination Stand side by side in the growing rain.
6.
Leather shoes, black and brown Empty eyes, soles worn down A thousand shoes spread across the floor And the caption tells of a thousand thousand more Fifty years since they were found Empty eyes, soles worn down So close your eyes, hold the rail Stick your neck out and inhale The smell of leather tongue and heel So familiar, so real At the smell of leather your defenses fail So close your eyes and hold the rail You've seen the pictures, you've read the words Of the survivors, and you have heard The fevered speeches of that famous man With the little moustache and the master plan Still it shakes you and you're unprepared For the smell of leather in the air Leather shoes, black and brown Empty eyes, soles worn down Empty eyes, soles worn down
7.
twelve months later she's had time to think she's written it down on her body in ink she carries it with her wherever she goes a portrait of life coming up through the snow at the tattoo parlor when they said it would hurt she couldn't help laughing out loud as she took off her shirt she carries it with her wherever she goes a portrait of life coming up through the snow in the small of her back in the color of spring on the first anniversary of this terrible thing one small crocus reaches out for the sun a promise that winter is ending and spring has begun she carries it with her wherever she goes a portrait of life coming up through the snow
8.
The rain came but the sunlight stayed So we were hiding from the raindrops in the shade And the string quartet still got paid Though we made jokes about the sour notes they played And the world was like a knock upon the door So distant and insistent and so easy to ignore And the best man's toast was made And an orchard full of champagne glasses prayed At Andy's wedding Then the dance began and the bridesmaids grinned And the groomsmen got ambitious in their gin And the same requests kept pouring in Til the DJ got the vinyl out and he began to spin Tunes from 1954 And we hopped and bopped to the lemon drop and scuffled up the floor From the dearest friends to the furthest kin We were singing, we were soaking to the skin At Andy's wedding You said it didn't matter that it didn't match the pattern of your dreams Noone could have planned it, cuz noone understands It just comes rushing in and busting out the seams Then the night was done and the guests were fried The cummerbunds undone and the ties untied The bride and groom disappeared inside We were standing on the porch waiting for a ride It was all the best of what's in store A reunion and a union Nothing less and something more And we had to laugh with a kind of pride That we'd been drinking drinks with the father of the bride At Andy's wedding
9.
Too Hot 03:04
It's too hot to work, too hot to think Too hot for everything Excepting just to lie around and stink It would be fine, it would be nice If we could slip into our swimsuits Fill the cooler full of ice Pack some kind of a picnic With a blanket and a bottle of wine Drive off into the country together Find a shady tree for spending some time in one spot Cuz it's hot It's too hot to eat, too hot to stand Too hot for packing up that picnic In the way we might have planned I'm getting nasty, getting mean My head's been pounding Since it got too hot for drinking my caffeine So I'm looking for some kind of transfusion To get the coffee level up in my blood Until you find a suitable French Roast donor I'll be chilling with the pigs in the mud 'til it's not quite so very hot It's too hot to read, too hot to sleep Too hot for counting scratchy woolen Knitted-sweater wearing sheep Too hot for sheets, too hot for clothes Baby stop me when you see How far this logically goes Slide on over beside me And we'll break this fever tonight Fighting fire with fire It might just work and it might just not If it's too hot
10.
Got my coffee can of crawlers How'd you like some yellow perch? Got my tackle box and bobbers We'll be home in time for church So roll your dress up to your knees Leave behind your Sunday shoes Dance around this brook just as graceful as you please What's a city girl got to lose? Summer doesn't have a reason Summer doesn't tell you why You can't analyze the season It's a secret you can't buy Summer doesn't tell you why Somewhere the cars and trucks are fighting Down that dark and lonesome freeway But while the fish and flies are biting That all seems so far away How you wound up swimming, no one knows Something must have happened to your feet Check the trunk, you'll find a change of clothes And there's a blanket on the seat Kind of like a picnic on the seat I guess this looks a bit suspicious Kinda like I had it planned Eating out and chasing fishes on a Sunday I think the Lord would understand
11.
Well I guess I should have called first But it was easier to walk And lately I can't trust the thing I might say When I start to talk I lost my mind on Monday So it's been kind of a mindless week And lately I can't trust the things I might say Every time I start to speak I don't really want to say the things I want to say to you I've gotta take a minute more or so here now Just to think this whole thing through I want to find a way to say the things to make you think You want to think you want me too It's not really what I meant to say But still it might be true I guess I should have called first I've got your number by the phone I could have picked up the receiver Could have listened for the tone I could dial your number slowly Count to five and say a prayer But I was worried you might not be home And I was terrified to think you might be there I don't really want to say the things I want to say to you... I'm glad you like the flowers that I brought, I thought you might I thought you might have time for something Well I know it's really nothing but I think you're really something And there's something I should say I think you're really something and I'd like to take you far away I guess I should have called first I could have written something down I could have practiced through it slowly So I could get the stupid message down I'm so glad you're never going to hear this I can't believe I almost rang the bell But it's kinda like a dress rehearsal, Standing on your porch talking to myself And your neighbors haven't seemed to mind me Standing on your porch.
12.
Bittersweet 02:58
Your baby face and your musical hands Your love of life And your steadfast aversion to plans Had always seen you through Until she called to tell you the news Step back, slide into the bittersweet It's a heavy fate but a precious weight And it takes you completely inside To the bittersweet Now you're on the phone Booking stage after stage Gotta make it pay To keep your hands out of minimum wage To take that second job would be defeat Nine months left to make ends meet The old apartment Is gonna have to make do Put the bikes in the basement To make way for Winnie-the-Pooh Another wrinkle in your Kerouac style Welcomed with a smile With a smile
13.
Golden Time 03:33
The sunset on the lake toward Wisconsin Is heaven's kiss goodnight And all the world is clear and bright and new At the touch of the light It's magic for a quarter hour A hint of the divine Take these moments gratefully, hold them dear It's Golden Time Everywhere she goes she can see him there Everywhere he goes he can find her Every word of love is a kind of prayer And each breath of life together Is Golden Time He sees it in the grace of her motion Such a bountiful surprise She sees it in the laughter that always greets her In the flash of his eyes Sunsets fade away into memory They dazzle and they're gone But for those who light their own way with faith and love The Golden Time goes on
14.
Many years ago Maybe a hundred, I wouldn't know My Dad was a boy living by the sea Sleeping in a room with no TV Always planning plans Sharp as a tack and good with his hands He built it himself and when the lights were low He'd play that old transistor radio When the night falls turn the dial A little baseball for awhile Dialing in the Sox Just like a safecracker tumbling locks Takes a delicate touch shared by thieves and boys Who need to tune in gold over background noise The static of the stars Whistle of Venus, the whisper of Mars That crackle and hum never twice the same Sliding in and stealing seconds out of every game Fifty-seven stations Stereo power amplification It's louder than life, but it doesn't stand a show Against my Dad's transistor radio Against my Dad's transistor radio

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released January 1, 2004

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Jud Caswell Brunswick, Maine

Seasoned Maine artist/performer & multi-instrumentalist Jud Caswell gives listeners a front-row seat to his engaging manner and storytelling at live shows, backed by his musical prowess/writing and his down-home warmth and wit, as recorded in his solo performance, “Live at the Seagull Shop,” the No 1 CD on the FAI Folk Chart March 2020. ... more

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