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Pat LaMountain
A Few Miles Later

SUMMER RAIN
Words and music Pat LaMountain © 1986

I want to go to the country, sleep at an inn Iíve never seen before
Soak my dreams in a clawfoot tub, and lock the door
Sunset on an August eve, after a walk in the rain
At the end of a hot summer day

Summer rain, come wash these blues away
Summer rain, come wash these blues away

This year I said I would get away
Live out the scenes in my dreams
Now here I am in the city heat
And Iím gonna have to stay it seems

Summer rain, come wash these blues away
Summer rain, come wash these blues away


BOYS IN THE SUMMER
© 1989 Pat LaMountain music and words

Boys in the summer can really get to you,
Youíre home again & you miss him too
Youíre wrong now, no matter what you do,
Your summer love is far away and you donít know what to do

You look so broken crying on your pillow,
I didnít tell him anything he already knew
Heís mad because he waited here for you,
Your winter love is jealous and you donít know what to do

Winter loves are hard sometimes, itís work to warm the cold
Youíre fourteen, it was summer, and he was there to hold
I am only watching remembering a few
Summer loves I left behind because I didnít know what to do

Boys in the summer can really get to you,
Youíre home again and you miss him too
Youíre wrong now, no matter what you do,
Your summer love is far away and you donít know what to do

Summer loves are postcard memories
They keep you company your whole life through
You never get a chance to break up, before the summerís through


LEARNING HOW TO LOVE YOU
Words Pat LaMountain, music Pat and Tex LaMountain ©1987

I may be old for teaching, but I know itís not too late
I may be slow in my own way
Itís said that times are hard for lovers, that might have been my fate
Now Iím learning how to love you, every day.

You used to smile, where was I, hiding in the shadows
I didnít see that you could smile for me
I was busy pushing, pushing you away
Now Iím learning how to love you, every day.

The storms that blow donít worry me so much any more
The lightning and thunder are at play
Cause the sunlight in your eyes, when the clouds drift away
Oh the light, what a day today

Remember singing harmonies, until I learned the blues
In the rain one stormy day
All the craziness, the pain, my life was filled with crying in the rain
Now Iím learning how to love you, every day.


I LOVE TO BE IN THE BAND (Ode to a Three Year Old)
©1988 Pat LaMountain words and music

Eyes so wide with a hug inside, these little girls all love to hold my hand
They would love me anywhere, I love to be in the band

Will you sing my song, one more time, sing my song, she beams
Sing my song, one more time, I am the voice that stirs her dreams

Stars on the stage losing their minds to the music
Soaring and spinning along on the wings of the songs
Gliding in time to the heartbeats, the memories of minstrels
And melodies, metaphors from before I was born this time

Will you sing my song, one more time, sing my song, she beams
Sing my song, one more time, I am the voice that stirs her dreams

Eyes so wide with a hug inside, these little girls all love to hold my hand
They would love me anywhere, I love to be in the band


OH PAPA (The Nightmare)
© 1986 Pat LaMountain words and music

Oh Papa, it was so cold & mean
There was more destruction than I have ever seen
I was wanderiní around wailing at the thoughtless scene
And you were trying hard to understand me

It was only the beginning, I know it was only a dream
But Papa for the first time I can remember you were listening to me
It was only the beginning, I know it was only a dream
I thought you were gone but all along you were right here with me

Youíve been gone a while and Iím used to it I guess
You were only a substitute you know I never let you in
And this morning I woke up to a bad dream wailing
All the destruction really got to me
But Papa oh Papa, you were listening to me

It was only the beginning, I know it was only a dream
But Papa for the first time I can remember you were listening to me
It was only the beginning, I know it was only a dream
But Papa for the first time I can remember, were we really sailing down the same thought stream
Were we really sliding on the same moon beam? Papa, oh Papa you were listening to me


GOOD THING (Iím in the Habit)
©1986 Pat LaMountain music and words

I always wanted a gentle man harmony was better than lead
But today I donít feel that strong, a man is what I need
You couldnít be that tough if you wanted to
Itís a good thing, Iím in the habit of loving you

Iím broken hearted, Iíve got broken dreams, Iím looking for the healing fires
I didnít seem to catch quite what you mean, did we ever see eye to eye
From where I sit, you have the blindest point of view
Itís a good thing, Iím in the habit of loving you

Got up this morning and I brushed my teeth
Made the bed I had my coffee and I kissed you, on the cheek
You know some days, thatís the best I can do
Itís a good thing, Iím in the habit of loving you

Well I looked you over a long time before I chose you to be my man
And when I get this far off the track I feel you nudging me over again
When I get like this itís a blessing Iím so used to you
(Itís a good thing, good thing, Iím in the habit of loving you) repeat


BAG LADY
©1987 Pat LaMountain music and words

You are looking at me as if you see a bag lady, well I feel like her today
You are looking at me and all I can see are your eyes wanting to look away
You laugh as I go and I guess I should know why Iím so funny

A bag lady inside
Makes you want to run and hide
But youíre so full of pride you hold on tight

Running from this bitter cup of wine
I will drink a different brew this time
Drink in the light, drink in the light
Oh bag lady tonight


CAN YOU SEE
Words and music © 1989 Pat LaMountain

Can you see, can you really see
Or do you only see whatís real

Can you touch, can you really touch
Or do you only touch what you feel

Iíve been searching and searching, searching far & wide
Iíve been hoping and groping, I still feel cold inside

Do you love, can you really love
Or do you only love what whatís right

Thereís a fire in my heart
Burning in my heart
Driving me to be
Once more eternity,
Once more infinity
Touch me are you real
Can you feel can you see

Can you see, can you love
Can you see

Iíve been searching and searching, searching far and wide
Iíve been aching and scraping, I still feel blind inside

Can you see, can you see
Can you see?


BRICKS
© 1989 Pat LaMountain music and words

Bricks are romantic, my dream is built
Of cinder blocks and wood
Cobwebs in my hair as I
Crawl in the dirt

My dream is built by shovelful of
Sand and cement but
I'll call them bricks Ďcause Iím a dreamer and Iíll
Try hard not to complain

Bricks are in the eyes of the
Beholder
Not the same

Leave me alone a while
Iím planting flowers on the graves
Of our getting older years
Weíre not the kids we once were
Weíre not kids weíre memories
Shovelling, shovelling, shovelling
All day
Shovelling, shovelling, shovelling
Into old age
Where is the life I thought Iíd make

We all have to go, we all have to go on
Living, living with our
Souls living with our roles
And here I am dreaming
Where I will go when I wonít even know till Iím
There laying bricks, laying bricks
One here, one there

Bricks are romantic, my dream is built
Of cinder blocks and wood
Cobwebs in my hair as I
Crawl in the dirt

My dream is built by shovelful of
Sand and cement but
I'll call them bricks Ďcause Iím a dreamer and Iíll
Try hard not to complain
Bricks are in the eyes of the
Beholder not the same


SITUATION: YOU & ME
©1986 Pat LaMountain words and music

You often wandered I stayed so straight
I lost a lot of living, you tempted a lot of fate
And you laughed and loved a lot while I was so good
Now Iím in a hurry to learn what I missed out on

You donít want to watch, I donít want to see that itís
Always been a situation: you and me

You laughed and loved a lot while I was so good
Now Iím in a hurry to learn what I missed out on

So Iíll stay here pushing, watching while you pull
You and me, like the waves out on the Sea
Situation: you and me

You donít want to watch, I donít want to see that itís
Always been a situation: you and me

Like the waves out on the sea

Situation: you and me
Guess itís meant to be
Situation: you and me
Itís always been a situation: you and me


FLY WITH ME
©1987 Pat LaMountain music, words 1976

It was easy when the anger swelled inside, to blame you for my rotten disposition
It was easy when the foolish things I said, made sense to me in messing up your vision

But the hardest part is here before me, to try and tell you now the softer words
The tender looks and deeper meanings, that last beyond the lessons and the hurts

Fly with me into the dancing and the dreaming,
Play that we are children once again
I can let you go when you are leaving,
Just hold me in the moments that we have

Do I need you if I do thereís sadness waiting
Cause needing drowns your wanting to move on
Do I fear your being strong enough to leave here
Then my love is just an anchor not a song

Can I smile with you and feel the warming touch
Can I let your love for me break down the walls
Can I let you know I love you this much
And Iím really just afraid to feel it all

Fly with me into the dancing and the dreaming, play that we are children once again
I can let you go when you are leaving, just hold me in the moments that we have


MY OWN SONG
©1986 Pat LaMountain words and music

A few miles later she said turn around Iím going home
I havenít got the sense I was born with
What am I doing here with you

Youíre a silly fool whoíll love me till the time when I start sighing
And Iíll have to start pretending I want you leaving me alone
I thought your music whispered as the words went singing round me
It said love is here to guide me from a fall
But how was I to know your music was a drug to drive me from my home

The real music is a screaming here inside me
It yodels out a melody, I know itís here to guide me
Wonít sing your music any longer, itís a trifle insecure
I have to belt my war-like wanderings,
Till the belly-feeling echoesand I
Need to hear me sing my own song

So your sentimental drivel is enough to make me weepy
But my dancing and my chanting will lead my feet to run
And Iíll never have a hand at saying ďlife is just for livingĒ
When I know we're all connected, our fates are linked as one.



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