St. Paul -------- Saint Paul in winter. The concert was lit by our cars, their headlights. You stood by my side. Oh this beautiful life, this beautiful life. Oh this beautiful life, this beautiful life. And oh northern lights, the green and bright. A song we knew was light years from the night, from the night. I said I’d be strong. I mean it. On the hour I sing your name out in traffic not slowing down. Oh this beautiful life, this beautiful life. Oh this beautiful night, this beautiful night. Oh northern lights, the green and bright. A song we knew was light years from the night, from the night, from the night. Karen Peris - nylon string guitar, piano, bass guitar, pump organ, voice Don Peris - electric guitar, harmony voice, drums A Different Day --------------- Wait for me. I miss all the buses lately. I swim all the octaves of this morning. Though some days I have not left my room, my clothes ahead of me walk, my hope flies through. So wait for me. Early, maybe I start to soon arrive. I will surprise you still, sometime. Wave to me from your rooftop high. Look for me to come through a different day. Songs I speak to my brother- I say we will go out into the day, then, you and me, to hold the shape of clouds, maybe to stay the sight of joy, maybe we’ll draw what we can’t say. So, wait for me. Early, maybe I start to soon arrive. I will surprise you still sometime. Wait for me underneath the sky. Look for me to come through a different day. Oh I think of you, I hope that you are well. I wish I could be some help to you now. I’d get there somehow. Oh my appaloosa is a sycamore, it is my spotted horse, that I ride in the mind’s eye. Wait for me, this early. Maybe I’ll start to hear a sound I recognize, since here and now is strange to me, and even now is changing into still a different day. And if I walked faster I’d fly right off the ground. I would race all the blocks of town to you, and I would arrive now. Look for me to come through a different day. Karen Peris- nylon string guitar, bass guitar, voice Don Peris - electric guitar, drums ( tracked later) At Sea ------ So, clouds from Ohio are raining in the car. As if you did not know, I have not come so far. How can you love me? Can you see my mind? When I’m out at sea, say I’m doing fine. If bridges and highways can’t be overcome, how will we get there, how will it be done? And how can you love me? Can you see my mind? When I’m out at sea, say I’m doing fine. Say, Here I am. Here I am, here I am. Change came to us on waves, and I am holding on to old beloved days and cannot come along. And how can you love me? Can you see my mind? When I’m out at sea, say I’m doing fine. Say, Here I am. Here I am, here I am. Karen Peris - electric guitar, bass guitar, voice Don Peris - electric guitar, drums, harmony voice Lines ----- Tracing all of the lines of tree bark that run across the whole morning, connecting the city like subways. I caught my train early, And traveling with me, the lines from you I’m reading, connecting everything, the lines of the sound of your voice, singing through the buildings. Lines of your letter framed in train windows across the whole morning. I would read them out loud right now if I was not surrounded. The lines of the sound of your voice traveling, traveling with me, connecting everything, all around the buildings, singing around the trees, the lines from you I’m reading, traveling, traveling with me, all around the city, connect everything, connecting everything. Karen Peris- baritone guitar, bass guitar, piano, organ, voice Don Peris - electric guitar, drums Sisters and Brothers -------------------- And my dearest ones are singing a song into the sky, and the branches they all sing on, and the buildings sing on, sing on, and I’m thankful for you every day. And we’re listening and the whole world is singing a song, and the sisters they all sing on, and the brothers sing on, sing on, and the weather in the street today. I cannot count the yellow leaves in the sky when I am walking home, in the meantime I will hold this day in the mind. And your pencil case that is always with you opens now, and the yellows they all sing on, green and orange sing on, sing on, and the lode frequency blue of day. I lost something I used to be before. I don’t know why I’m crying, in the meantime I will hold these things in the heart. And I’m listening and singing a song into the sky, and the branches they all sing on, and the buildings sing on, sing on, and mourning doves they all sing on, leaves and grasses they all sing on, and the sisters they all sing on, and the brothers sing on, sing on, and the brothers they all sing on, and I’m thankful for you every day. Karen Peris - baritone guitar, voice Don Peris - electric guitar John Williams ------------- John Williams, I don’t think the car is very hard to push. I don’t think the car is very hard to push, not on this day. When I am bound to be there, then I will arrive. When I’m bound to be there, then I will arrive, John Williams. I set the table with the blue green. I was not staring at the ceiling, I’m just between some thoughts. It is the blankness of a new page. It is the possibly new place I haven’t seen at all, John Williams. I will push the car and sail above the yard. I will push the car and sail above the yard. When I’m bound to be there then I will arrive. When I’m bound to be there then I will arrive, on this day. And I’ll be driving in a miracle of sun. I will be driving in a miracle of sun, John Williams. Karen Peris - nylon string guitar and voice Moving Around ------------- Will you be here at this corner of a day I haven’t seen yet? Will we sail out in the morning in the early snow? Moving around, moving around. All the clouds I had are leaving, animals, changing, unstopping in the early, early morning, becoming again, moving around, moving around. Lost in thought all the blocks into town, I don’t know what I am doing now. Let peace bloom into the air right now, around, moving. All the friends I had are leaving, becoming again, unstopping. Will we sail out in the morning, in the early snow? Moving around, moving around. Karen Peris - Nylon string guitar, piano, voice Don Peris - electric guitar, drums, bass guitar The Raindrop Cars ----------------- And if the Spring could be here we’d ride the raindrop cars, from cloud to forest, to rooftop, to window, going far. Though it may be better to not wish tomorrow at my door, then it won’t be tomorrow anymore. And packing up the bags now, and packing up the car, is possibly the better, than even going far. To make a map of the music and colors we may find. And hoping together at this time. Karen Peris - nylon string guitar and voice