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St George (2005)
Sweet
Amnesia
Sweet
amnesia
makes me tired
I’m
sleeping
in till noon
Sweet
amnesia
knows my name
around
the
world in eighty days
I’ve
never
felt so happy
And
full of
love for everything
Sweet
amnesia,
I remember everything
Sweet
amnesia
Won’t
you walk
with me for a while
Through
the
green grass, under blue skies
It’s
good to
see you smile
Days
when I
was so lonely
This is
what
I was picturing
Sweet
amnesia,
I remember everything
Here
you come
again, washing over me
Like a
long-lost
friend in a strange forgotten dream
Days
when I
was so lonely
This is
what
I was picturing
Sweet
amnesia,
I love to hear you sing
Sweet
amnesia,
I remember everything
Pat
- acoustic
guitars, lead vocal, shaker, plucked piano.
David
Henry
- cello, high hat
Jim
Hoke -
flutes, flute solo, bongos, auto harp
Dave
Jacques
- acoustic bass
John
Jarvis
- piano
Russ
Pahl -
steel guitar
I
Can't Worry
Nobody
told
me how to make more of nothing
But I
get reminded
every day
And now
that
I see it
The
pieces
don’t fit together
The
best I
can do is find the place I lost my way
But
I can’t
worry
No, I
can’t
worry any more
I can’t
worry
any more
I’ve
got excuses
But
none of
them really matter
And
nobody’s
words can make it right
Off in
the
distance, I’m lost in these clouds of sorrow
Maybe
tomorrow
I’ll be in a different light
But
I can’t
worry
No, I
can’t
worry any more
I can’t
worry
any more
While
I was
sleeping, so many things passed me by
I would
have
noticed if I only tried
I
can’t worry
No, I
can’t
worry any more
I can’t
worry
any more
Pat
- all guitars,
lead and background vocals, synth, piano
Alison
Prestwood
- bass
Greg
Morrow
- drums
Jim
Hoke -
tenor and baritone saxes
Chris
Carmichael
- strings
The
Fairest
of Seasons
Love
is the
fairest of seasons
When it
comes
to you, you’ll be swept into
A
wonderland
where the days drift by
With a
lazy
sigh
And the
nights
are full of dreams
Love
can defy
any reason
When
you came
to me I found life could be
Warmer
than
summer, brighter than spring
Crisper
than
winter and softer than fall
Love
is the
fairest of seasons
The
fairest
of them all
The
fairest
of them all
Warmer
than
summer, brighter than spring
Crisper
than
winter, softer than fall
Love
is the
fairest of seasons
Love is
the
fairest of seasons
The
fairest
of them all
Pat
- all guitars,
lead and background vocals, acoustic bass, maracas, synth, dobro,
tambourine,
wurlitzer
Tom
Bukovac
- memory moog, steel guitar, synth, snare drum.
Patience
YWell
my baby’s
eyes are brown, as warm as corduroy
And
they speak
without a sound, as tears turn into joy
Well
you know
you made it possible for me
I never
thought
I’d love again
Or let
myself
be free
Look
at you,
hanging on the corner
giving
me that
little wave like you do
And
look at
you, standing in the doorway
making
every
dream that’s good come true
I
should call
you patience
Because
patience
looks like you
Just
like you
Now
once I took
a trip; I went halfway across the world
And no
sooner
did I wish I was halfway across the world
Because
you
know you were impossible to see
I never
thought
I’d love again
Let
myself
be free
But
look at
you, standing in the doorway
making
every
dream that’s good come true
And
look at
you, keeping it together
no-one
else
can make me smile like you do
But
I should
call you patience
Because
patience
looks like you
Come to
me
patiently
Look
at you,
standing in the doorway
naking
every
dream that’s good come true
And
look at
you, keeping it together
no-one
else
can make me smile like you do
Well
I should
call you patience
Because
patience
looks like you
Just
like you
Pat
- acoustic
guitars, lead vocals
Chris
Carmichael
- violins, violas, cello, ukelele
Jim
Hoke -
clarinet, bass harmonica
Dave
Jacques
- acoustic bass, tuba, trombone, baritone horn
John
Harvis
- piano
Craig
Wright
- drums
Halo
We
were walking
on a cloud
My
mistake
was looking down
How I
wished
I could be special like you
We were
talking
about love, redefining the limits of
How I
wish
that I could be patient like you
Rise
and shine,
let me
see
your halo one last time
Fly
away,
let me
see
your halo when I say
That I
can’t
hold you down any more
We
were talking
on a cloud
My
mistake
was looking down
Oh I
wish that
I could be special like you
Let
me see your
halo one last time
Fly
away
let me
see
your halo when I say
Rise
and shine
Let me
see
your halo one last time
Fly
away
let me
see
your halo and I’ll say
That I
can’t
hold you down any more
Pat
- all guitars,
lead and background vocals
We'll
Talk
These
kinds
of truces never last
They
only buy
each side a little more time
Then
pretty
soon we’ll be right back to the same old place
We’ll
talk
and try to work things out
We’ll
talk,
what’s this really about
We’ll
talk,
but never understand
So
stubborn
in our ways
You
want a
love that’s absolute
And I
want
a love that’s not that way
So we
should
leave it there
But
we’ll talk,
we won’t get anywhere
We’ll
talk,
until it comes undone
All
the secrets
that we keep
We
never want
to dig that deep
We’ll
talk till
the words are spent
We’ll
talk
and wonder just what we meant
We’ll
talk,
and we’ll both agree
We’ll
talk,
but we can’t let it be
We’ll
talk,
till we’re blue in the face
We’ll
talk,
nobody wins this race
We’ll
talk,
try to work things out
We’ll
talk,
hey what’s this really about
We’ll
talk,
till the words are spent
We’ll
talk,
wonder just what we means
We’ll
talk,
and we’ll both agree
We’ll
talk,
cause we can’t let it be
We’ll
talk,
but never understand
Pat
- all guitars,
lead and background vocals
Rusty
McFarland
- bass, background vocals
Greg
Morrow
- drums
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Nan Buchanan
Count
The
Ways
Every
day the
sun comes up and there you are
It’s no
dream,
there’s no doubt in my mind
I just
count
the ways that I love you
Heaven
knows
I belong in your arms
And
when I’m
there I get so lost there’s no time
to
count the
ways that I love you
I tried
to
make a list, but I just couldn’t write ‘em down
I have
trouble
concentrating when you come around
So I
just count
the ways that I love you
Well
this twilight
glow it suits you fine
There’s
no
words to describe
The way
I feel
So I won’t try,
I’ll
just count
the ways that I love you
Baby,
I won’t
try
I’ll
just count
the ways that I love you
Pat
- acoustic
guitar, acoustic bass, electric slide, harp, lead vocal, synth
Will
Kimbrough
- National slide guitar, acoustic guitar, harmonium
For
What
It Was
The
sun was
setting in the east
The
waves were
breaking through the trees
All
topsy-turvy,
I thought I must be imagining
I
ran so fast
I lost my head
And
every word
I’d ever said
Like
flaming
arrows went straight and narrow through the sky
And I
don’t
know if I was too blind
When I
couldn’t
see love for what it was
A
small hotel
in Leicester Square
I felt
so happy
being there
In
rainy weather,
I wrote you letters every day
And I
tried
hard to say what I felt
But I
couldn’t
see love for what it was
Over
time I
move a little closer
But the
truth
is I’m still not over you
And
I ask myself
why, I won’t say that I was too blind
But I
couldn’t
see love for what it was
Pat
- All guitars,
lead and background vocals
Chris
Carmichael
- string arrangement, violins, violas
David
Henry
- cello
Aliston
Prestwood
- bass
Greg
Morrow
- drums
JHim
Hoke -
tenor and baritone saxes, flute
The
Same
Tree
You
and me fell
out of the same tree
Out of
the
same tree, you and me
You
and me fell
out of the same tree
Out of
the
same tree, you and me
Maybe
we were
sitting pretty
Maybe
we just
lost our place in the song
We
gonna have
to fend for ourselves
So
forget about
everything and everybody else
Cause
you and
me fell out of the same tree
Out of
the
same tree, you and me
You
and me fell
out of the same tree
Out of
the
same tree, you and me
And
this could
be the best time of our lives
But
remember
there’s a lot of sky
So
let’s take
our time
Cause
once
we taste the sweet fruit
It’s
going
to make us feel like we’ve been flying
Just
like we’ve
can fly
You
and me fell
out of the same tree
Out of
the
same tree, you and me
You
and me fell
out of the same tree
Out of
the
same tree, you and me
Pat
- all guitars,
lead vocals, harp, resonator, guitars
Chris
Carmichael,
violins, viola, cello
Jim
Hoke -
tenor and baritone saxes, sax solo
Alison
Prestwood
- bass
Greg
Morow
- drumsr
Sometimes
She's Kind
Sometimes
she’s
kind and sometimes she’s not
Is
harder to
read than the weather
Sometimes
he
thinks ‘what are they doing together’
Sometimes
he
laughs, sometimes he cries
But
lately
it’s been mostly crying
Sometimes
he
thinks, ‘God, things are bound to get better’
And
sometimes
he says just the right words
And
they have
a moment of grace
And
sometimes
he says all the wrong words
And she
won’t
speak to him for days on end
Sometimes
her
eyes are filled with a light
Sometimes
they’re
darker than ashes
Sometimes
he
thinks she must enjoy being sad
Sometimes
he
can’t even get up in the morning
he just
lies
in bed
Sometimes
he
likes to remember
the
comforting
words that she said to him
Sometimes
she’s
kind and sometimes she’s not
Is
harder to
read than the weather
Pat
- all acoustic
guitars,lead and background vocals, wurlitzer
Rusty
McFarland
- bass, electric guitar, piano
Chris
Carmichael
- string arrangement, violins, violas, cellos
Greg
Morrow
- drums
Sad
Genie
Sad
genie left
his bottle
The day
he
felt her hand upon his brow
2,000
years
in prison
Will
make you
more than grateful when you finally get out
He said
‘I’ll
grant you anything you wish at all
I’m at
your
beck and call for evermore’
Sad
genie worked
his magic
But
soon enough
that magic left her so blasé
No
bargain
basement riches
No
tattered
miracles could hold her in his sway
And
he felt
the smoke within him rise
when
she up
and mocked his name
And he
said
I can’t be blamed if it’s you I’m living for
Sad
genie
Sad
genie
Sad
genie isn’t
needed
But he
still
hovers overhead in case he is
Some
times
he thinks about his bottle
But he
can’t
go back there now that life has lost its fizz
He
said ‘I’ll
grant you anything you wish at all
I’m at
your
beck and call for evermore’
Pat
- acoustic
guitar, vocals, harmonium, glockenspiel synth
David
Henry
- cello
All
songs written
by Pat Buchanan and Bill DeMain, except
"I
Can't Worry",
written by Bill Lloyd and Pat Buchanan.
"Count
The
Ways" written by Will Kimbrough and Pat Buchanan
All
lyrics copyright.
Photography
by Dani Buchanan
Inside
tray
photo by Nan Buchanan
Design
by Doug
Powell
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