Note: I played some acoustic guitar on all the songs, some of which made it to the track. But Jim played all the good stuff! Also, all background vocals were mostly me, but Jim and Sharon added some as well on some of the tracks.

American Summer

Bob Sale-Drums

Jim Soldi - All guitars

Sharon Whyte - Piano and background Vocals

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Fire Hydrant spraying down that city street

Sundown seems to just turn up that city heat

Barkers at the county fairs all sound the same

Fathers take their kids out to the baseball games

 

Kids are on the corner selling lemonade

Backyard bar-b-que, hammock swinging in the shade

Cold and lonely winter seems so far away

There’s magic in the morning of a summer day

 

CHORUS

 

American Summer, the 4th of July

Baseball games and apple pie

All those dreams, of all that’s good and right

American summer …American life

 

Smell of summer rain brings back those memories

Of how we used to dream of all that we could be

Sometimes there’s a reason we go down a different road

Summer is the season that will bring me home

 

REPEAT CHORUS

 

American Summer, the 4th of July

Baseball games and apple pie

All those dreams, of all that’s good and right

American summer …

 

American life, American Dreams

American Freedom and all that means

All those dreams, of all that’s good and right

American summer, American life

 

American Summer

American, American Summer

            American, American Summer


Reunion

Lorie Kirkell - Cello

Jim Soldi - Percussion, keyboard, guitars

Jim Reeves-bass

Bill Hartwell - Acoustic Guitar

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Ah we were such faithful friends, that ragged gang of ours

The overwhelming innocence of youth

Discovering what freedom brings, in all those late night hours

We began to chase the elusiveness of truth

Some of us were pulled in by the winds of chance

Happy victims to the turn of circumstance

While others of us seemed to be, connected by some destiny

As if what brought us there was meant to be

Some of us shed knowing tears, the day we said goodbye

As if we knew what time would pull apart

While the most naive chose to believe, the bond would never die

As they listened to the stores of their heart

Days and weeks and months… and then years slip by

As we all chased the passion of our new lives

Some were lost and some were finally caught, by their old demons

But we all went our own ways for our own reasons

Ahhh… the music of those memories

So much more than time between what is… and used to be

Now we’re simply on line friends, sharing photos now and then

Or a Christmas card to catch up on the news

That innocence that we all shared, so many years ago

Still haunts me every time I get the blues

We talk of that reunion, but no plans are made

Maybe when the kids have grown and bills are paid

We all agree so easily, how quickly time goes by

Perhaps we’ll get together when someone dies

I guess we’ll get together when someone dies



I’m Still There

Sharon Whyte- Piano

Jim Soldi - Guitars, sythesizers

Bill Hartwell - Acoustic Guitar

Jim Reeves-Bass

Paul Kimbarow - Drums

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Unpacked suitcase on the floor

That alarm clock needs to die

Sunburned zombie seeking coffee

To drive the sleep out of my eye

Back in the office cubicle, I can only sit and stare

It looks like I am here, but I’m still there

Ted, my boss, is screaming at me

Something I should know

But his face reminds me of the fish

I caught 3 days ago

I hallucinated Ann from sales with flowers in her hair

She thinks that I am here, but I’m still there

Scientists insist that in theory, it’s no crime

For humans to exist in 2 places at one time

But I am living proof that indeed it can be done

I’m sitting her, but I’m still there, soaking in the sun

Someday in the future

I will look back in the past

And remember that fine day when I told Ted

To kiss my ass

But until that day, I’ll sit right here and travel from my chair

And pretend that I’m right here, but I’ll be there

I might look like I am here…. But I’m still there.


Shoulda Woulda Coulda Cafe

Jim Soldi - Guitars, Bass

Sharon Whyte - Piano

Ed Reeves - Drums

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Neon lights are flashing, inviting all to come on in

Bartenders are waiting, let your tales of woe begin

TJ, he’s a regular, comes here everyday

Got his picture hanging on the wall, a prominent display

He was gonna be a football star, until the world knocked him down

Now he spends his day searching through, the café’s lost and found

He gave up his tomorrow, trying to bring back yesterday

From his seat at the bar, of the Woulda Shoulda Coulda Café

CHORUS

There’s one in every city, one in every town

That place in every one of us where you can lay your burdens down

It feels real nice to visit, but not a place you want to stay

Pull up a chair, enjoy the fare, but pay your bill and walk away…

And close the door, on the Woulda Shoulda Coulda Café

Sally’s in the corner booth, she showed up late last year

She plays that broken hearted song, that only she can hear

She built her future life around a love that wasn’t there

Now she orders off the menu, something called Love, It’s Not Fair

The longer that she sits there, the longer she will stay

Inside the walls of the Woulda Shoulda Coulda Café

REPEAT CHORUS

BRIDGE

We’ve got excuses on the menu, reasons why and reasons not

Used to bes and might have beens, served up cold or hot

Anger and resentment, are the specials every day

Come on in, and blame your sins away

I come here on occasion, sometimes I stay too long

And re-live all I didn’t do, and all that I did wrong

And blame gets passed like sacrament, to everyone but me

And sorrow for the shape I’m in, washes over me…

Then someone opens up the door and lets the outside in

I put the past back where it needs to be, and give thanks for where I’ve been…

REPEAT CHORUS


Someday

Jim Soldi -Guitars

Sharon Whyte - Piano

Jim Reeves - bass

Paul Kimbarow - Drums

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Well I’ve been everywhere a singing survivor could go

Must have played in every club from Berkeley to Buffalo

Chasing a dream, lost in between

The man I am and the man you think you know


I’ve never lived anywhere long enough to call my home

Never held on to anything long enough to call my own

Except this old MARTIN guitar, and that rising star

And a heart that’s looking for love, it’s never known

CHORUS

Someday I’m gonna make it

Someday I’ll settle down

Someday I’m gonna make a mark that will turn my world around

But tomorrow’s always waiting at the edge of every town

So I’ll just keep on signing till Someday rolls around


The days roll by like water through a broken-down dam

Seems the more I learn, the less I understand

I’ve seen the fire in a young man’s eyes, become reluctant compromise

And it gets harder and harder to see where this road began

REPEAT CHORUS



Crash & Burn

Dennis Caplinger - Banjo and Fiddle

Jim Soldi - Bass, Guitar

Paul Kimbarow - Drums

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I meet a girl who said she was from Baltimore

She loved pickin fights and slammin doors

The last word she said to me was “nevermore”

Bye, Bye Bye

So I headed down that river down to New Orleans

Hooked up with a Mississippi Cajun queen

But she left me when I would not eat her hot cuisine

Bye, Bye Bye

Chorus

Oh, that river flows

Where its gonna take you know one knows

Live & learn when you Crash & Burn

Get back up and head on down the road

So I drifted out to Texas, San Antonio

Met a girl who told me that she loved me so

But she bucked me for a cowboy who could rodeo

She said… bye, bye, bye bye


So I chased a new love off into the great Northwest

I was wearing flannel shirts and Patagonia vests

But I could not grow a beard, and she was not impressed

She said Bye, Bye bye

Repeat Chorus

Then there was that actress out in Hollywood

She’s been tryin to be somebody else since childhood

But she loved herself way more than I ever could

She said Bye, bye bye


So I’m out here on this island with an endless shore

The rhythm of the waves right at my backdoor

With a woman who just loves me and won’t ask what for

My, Oh my, oh my

Repeat Chorus


Crash & Burn, live and learn, Something new at every turn

Get back up and head on down the road


Unconditional

Bill Hartwell - Acoustic Guitar

Jim Soldi - Synthesizers

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Digging through the basement of my childhood home

I came across some treasures, that I thought were gone

Faded memories, family histories, memories of love


Sister’s Barbie dolls and my old model cars

Homework papers, one or two that had gold stars

In a box pulled from above, my old baseball glove, that my father gave to me

The glove was worn and tattered, from all the times that we played catch

Every time I asked, he never told me no

In spite of all those battles through the teenage years

Inside that baseball glove, I felt a father’s love

Unconditional…Unconditional


Love like a statue in a hurricane

Shelter from the deluge of the pouring rain

A hand to hold on to, a heart to pull you through

A love for who you are, not what you do


Fathers sometimes have a hard time showing love

They just cant seem to let their guard down long enough

To let their love be seen, but that doesn’t mean, that it isn’t there


From the moment that I saw you, and held your tiny hand

I felt that love my father felt for me

I knew right then no matter how the world turned

You will always have from me, love that will always be

Unconditional…Unconditional


Tank Of Gas

Jim Soldi - Guitars

Sharon Whyte - Piano

Jim Reeves - Bass

Paul Kimbarow - Drums

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Angry words have all been spoken
The ties that bind have all been broken
Love started strong, but didn’t really end so well
Neither one left standing, at the closing bell

Who’s to blame, oh I ain’t saying
That’s a losing game, that I ain’t playing
Sometime, somewhere, we’ll hear someone play that certain song
Maybe then we’ll know,  ahhh  what we did wrong

CHORUS

Got a broken heart and a full tank of gas
An open road, leading from my past
I don’t know how long either one is gonna last
This broken heart… or this tank of gas

Got a hundred bucks, and a credit card
Everything I own, stuck inside this little car
My old guitar and my best friend, a dog named Jack
No review mirrors, ahh we ain’t lookin back  

REPEAT CHORUS

One by one, the miles roll beneath my wheels
There ain’t nothin that the road can’t heal

REPEAT CHORUS


So It Goes


Tripp Sprague - Flute

Jim Soldi - Guitars, Synthesizers, percussion

Jim Reeves - Bass

Paul Kimbarow - Drums

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Alarm clock, still dark, Rooster crows
Get clean, caffeine comatose
Counting down the minutes till the whistle blows
Wonder why I live out here where the cold wind blows

Doors that open, Doors that close
Too few yeses and too many no’s
Everybody wondering where this road goes
Bozo on the radio says he knows
Sometimes the righteous seeds you sow
Is not all your garden grows

              Chorus

                       So it goes
                       The world turns and the river flows
                       You cannot change… what you don’t oppose
                       You live and die…so it goes

Broken Promises, Broken nose
Broken Hearts from a wasted rose
Judges judge on all those TV shows
And call it entertainment for all us 6 pak Joes

Poor man struggles while the rich man grows
When that disappears then hell just froze
You believe in things or you just suppose
The devil truly lives in a mind that’s closed
Sometimes the righteous seeds you sow
Is not all your garden grows

           REPEAT Chorus

Blind by greed as the fire rose
Now we’re standing on the roof with a garden hose
Hope fades, desperation grows
Chasin dreams down these rabbit holes
Sometimes the righteous seeds you sow
Is not all your garden grows

         Repeat Chorus

repeat 1st verse….


Why Aren’t You Blue

Jim Soldi - Guitars, synthesizers

Sharon White - Piano

Jim Reeves - Bass

Paul Kimbarow - Drums

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You gave up on our future, wasted our past
The dreams of the desperate never  last
All that we had is now all but through
So tell me  why, why aren’t you blue

I saw you last night, out on the town
You’re looking up while I’m sinking down
You’ve already moved on to something brand new
So tell me why, why aren’t you blue

    I guess that I thought you would hurt just a little
    Shed a tear for the good times we had
    But you’re out there looking as fit as a fiddle
    And I’m out there feeling so bad

I thought of you when I heard that song
But I guess you’ve forgotten, that didn’t take long
You’re out there wearing your new dancing shoes
So tell me why, why aren’t you blue


Maybe I…

Jim Soldi - Guitars

Sharon Whyte - Piano

Jim Reeves - Bass

Paul Kimbarow

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He threw me hard, 2 seconds out of that holding pen
Right then I swore, I was never gonna ride again
And even though, this rodeo
Has a hold on me and won’t let go
I just can’t take all this pain I’m in
I guess this mean old horse, is gonna win

 CHORUS

Maybe I… oughta think this over
Maybe I… oughta give it one more try
Cause I still have this passion and I still have my pride
And it don’t seem right to let that horse decide
Maybe I… oughta get back up and ride

She broke my heart, when I thought our love would never end
Right then I swore, I was never gonna love again
gonna sell my home, and everything I own
I could learn to live my life alone
I just can’t take all this pain I’m in
I guess that angry woman is gonna win

 REPEAT CHORUS

Maybe I… oughta think this over
Maybe I… oughta give it one more try
Cause I still have this passion and I still have my pride
And I’ll be damned, if I’ll let her decide
Maybe I… oughta get back up and ride

            

It’s just so hard; to let it go…
cause what might have been is something you will never know…
Once you let it go

 

I’ve had this dream, everyday since I was four
But I’m growing tired of all these slamming doors
Hard work and hope, like chasing smoke
Now I’m full of doubt and almost broke
It just ain’t worth all this pain I’m in
I guess all of those who told me no, they’re gonna win

 REPEAT CHORUS

Maybe I… oughta think this over

Maybe I… oughta give it one more try

Cause I still have this passion and I still have my pride

And it don’t seem right to let letting someone else decide

Maybe I… oughta get back up and ride

Oh…Maybe I… oughta get back up and ride

Tears Of Change

Trip Sprague - Chromatic Harp

Jim Soldi - Guitars, keyboards

Jim Reeves - Bass

Paul Kimbarow - Drums

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I see my best friend standing on the corner as my father pulls away

I swore my life was over on that painful moving day

Ten years old and just like brothers, swore we’d be there for each other

Waiting for reprieve that never came

 

CHORUS

 

Crying tears of change, tears of change

Steady as the setting sun relentless as the pouring rain

Tears of change, tears of change

Doesn’t matter what they say, it’s never gonna be the same

After these tears of change

 

I see your hand waving out the window, as your tail lights fade away

All that I can think of is everything I didn’t say

Somehow I thought you’d always be that little girl who needed me

A father’s pride all tangled up in pain

 

REPEAT CHORUS

 

Dusk drifts into darkness as the day slips into night

Memories of moments, spent inside your light

Now my world’s a darker place, hollow heart and empty space

Standing here so much I can’t explain

 

REPEAT CHORUS



Permanent Outcomes

Sharon Whyte - Piano

Jim Soldi - Guitars

Jim Reeves - Bass

Paul Kimbarow - Drums

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She’s pretty as a picture, about 6” tall

How she got tattooed on my arm, I don’t recall

A night of tequila and too many beers

Now I got this beauty for the rest of my years

A memory that I don’t remember at all

 CHORUS

 Permanent Outcomes, from a temporary state of mind

How can something so right in the moment, be so wrong over time

The mind stops working, the future is uncertain and the eyes go blind

Permanent Outcomes, from a temporary state of mind

 

Me and the boys, struttin down at the C&C

I was 2 beers over the line of invincibility

Talkin trash, wrong guy, wrong place

Big right hook re-arranged my face

Now there’s a whole lot of nothing where my 2 front teeth used to be

 

REPEAT CHORUS

 

Love is blind, that’s what love does

So we said I do in the chapel, the chapel of ‘just because’

2 months later she’s my ex

and I got a future writing out checks

To a memory of a love that never was

 

REPEAT CHORUS