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I Haunt My Own House
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"I Haunt My Own House"
Music by Andrew Potter
Lyrics by Wheeler Cole
©2019 cole/potter music
Dark rain blows against the house
it rattles the windows inside
a man made of smoke in the dim hallway light
humming about knowing he died
He looks at my hands .. with eyes far away
seeming to have something to say
at the end of a man … I now understand
Death is time travel … you see
the ghost in the hallway is me
I haunt my own house
came back to the past
to try and warn myself of things gone wrong
I haunt my own house
cuz life doesn’t last
teaching lessons I knew all along
Strive to be kind
cuz we don’t have much time
to hold on the hands that we love
Never miss a chance
to ask someone to dance
particularly if they’re not brave enough
I haunt my own house
It ain’t really bad
my spooky self keeps me company
My house, it haunts me
don’t think that it’s sad
it’s just Death fulfilling Destiny
sneaky ironic
should be a tonic
slipped in our coffins for free
But don’t worry Jack!
when we all come back
we’ll keep our younger selves company
I Haunt My Own House!
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You Might As Well Dance
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You Might As Well Dance
Music by Andrew Potter
Lyrics by Wheeler Cole
©2019 Cole/Potter Music
woke up thinking … the world’s sinking
and things ain’t going well
The sun’s still shining … so I ain’t whining
about a world going to Hell
in the city … things ain’t pretty
Congress is full of clowns
in this fresh air … I don’t despair
as the ship is going down
sneaking across the frozen lake
trying not to make it crack
if you fall through … lights out for you
but you gotta take the chance
so you might as well dance.
bad mechanic… on the Titianic.
duct tape just won’t do
trying to plug the leaking … while the crew are freakin
the life boats leave without you
if you scurry … it’s hard to worry
about things that you don’t know
listen to voices … who make choices
based on a reality show
sneaking across the frozen lake
trying not to make it crack
if you fall through … it’s curtains for you
but you gotta take the chance
so you might as well dance
watch as the politicians prance
so you might as well Dance
where’s our savior … from bad behavior?
I got me and mine!
they can suture … up our future.
in our grandchildren’s time
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3. |
A Wooden Sailboat
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“A Wooden Sailboat”
music by Andrew Potter
lyrics by Wheeler Cole
© 2019 cole/potter music
A wooden sailboat sliding through the water
is like watching a tree learning how to swim
with the sky and the sea kissing the horizon
every story has a lesson as memories they dim
The mast sings I once stood in the Forest
Branches blowing with the heart of crows
Now the waves have become my mistress
Following the stars off where to no one knows
A father’s dreams drew my bones on paper
A brother’s hands molded wood to sea
A boatbuilder’s son searches for fairer weather
scanning the waves ahead as far as he can see
The mast sings I once stood in the Forest
with my brother’s we covered mountains vast
then came the woodcutter searching for a sentry
and a tree become a story, and this story, now a mast
If I could … stand where I stood
quiet in the forest wide
would I change … all that remains
as the moon dances with the tide
The mast cries I was born as a seedling
born wild of heart before I had a name
I've been scarred by a life of travel
but deep within my spirits still the same
A wooden sailboat gliding through the water
is like watching a tree learning how to swim
and a boatbuilder’s son searches for fairer weather
scanning the waves ahead as far as he can see
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Lunchbox
03:24
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Lunchbox
Music by Andrew Potter
Lyrics by Wheeler Cole
© 2019 cole/potter music
Judith gets up
climbs aboard the morning train
pink umbrella; radio sez it’ll rain
one kiss goodbye
every morning the same
inside her lunchbox
she’s got a little piece of my heart
I’m hollow inside
every time we’re apart
Honey is sweet
But that don’t do me no good
when she ain’t home
Candy tastes like it’s wood
I’d change my tune
but I don’t think that I could.
Inside her lunchbox
she’s got a little piece of my heart
when quitting time comes
that’s when my life starts
cause only half of me is stayin’ home
half of me stares at my phone
my better half is in the business news
And I’m home singing the LunchBox blues
My love lives
next to her P B & J
short love note
wraps up her cookie today
If it seems really strange,
well, that's love.
What more can I say?
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Marlene Dietrich
03:36
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Marlene Dietrich
Music by Andrew Potter
Lyrics by Wheeler Cole
©2019 Cole/Potter Music
Wouldn’t it be great … to reincarnate
come back as a song … long after I’m gone
Born as a glove … looking D-love-ly
on Marlene Dietrich’s left hand
sit back and rewind … live life one more time
angels hide wings … in the spirit of things
a roll of the dice … and re-live my life
on Marlene Dietrich’s left hand
Film Noir sneaking around
covert lovers flirt underground
whispered question: do you think they are gay?
naughty selves all come out to play
To see and be seen … on the hand of a queen
cleaned white as snow … we’d go out to a show
with all the stars there … tiaras in hair
on Marlene Dietrich’s left hand
Marlene had class …a flair for the flash
she kissed a girl … while looking out of this world
I wanna come back … and sing one more track
on Marlene Dietrich’s left’s hand
once you’re gone … Hey nobody knows
what comes next after the show
I hope to God when I get to act two
I’ll have something naughty to do
get out the popcorn … the decadent porn
the please and thanking … after the spanking
then coo like a dove … and I’ll be the glove
on Marlene Dietrich’s left hand
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An Unconventional Life
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An Unconventional Life
Music by Andrew Potter
Lyrics by Wheeler Cole
© 2020 cole/potter music
Had a friend a juggling magician
one more, an eclectic musician
They were always spending time
coloring outside of the lines.
Spooky clowns met in many places
made up with, tattoos on their faces
Spending time practicing mime
and coloring outside of the lines
A butterfly, no icon is sweeter
Tattooed on the head, Of a fire eater
Always the plan of the Butterfly Man
as he scribbled outside the lines ...
I sure do miss my old pal Hokum
Tickled the ivories; Man, he could smoke ’em
Playing the muffler, he sounded divine
as he colored outside the lines
Can you … see how … life is magically strange?
seek to … somehow … become a little bit deranged
It’s rife with unneeded strife so choose an unconventional life
the clock is ticking, time it never tarries
what will you do, Who you will marry
A crazy love who you finds
colors outside of the lines
live life existentially informal
why work at trying to be normal?
choose friends who have like minds
in coloring outside of the lines
Can you … see how … life is magically strange?
seek to … somehow … become a little bit deranged
It’s rife with unneeded strife so choose an unconventional life
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Tip Toe Tango
02:51
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Tip Toe Tango
music by Andrew Potter
lyrics by Wheeler Cole
©2019 cole/potter music
Late at night
You hold the ladder tight …
against your bedroom window sill
sneak sneak sneak
while your Momma and your Poppa sleep
down by the willow tree
you shyly creep with me
Where only stars can see
come dance the tip toe tango with me …
Do you by chance,
know where you learned to dance?
girl like you sure can move so fine.
with only the moon
doing the singing this time.
there’s nothing between the night
and your kisses holding me tight
fireflies sparkle with glee
Come do the Tip Toe Tango with me …
I know you sometimes feel
that fairies are real
as we tango in the moonlight
Skin like cream a Midsummer’s Dream
Let’s dance the tip toe all night
all goes to show
what your Momma does know
but might not remember from back when she was young
but since you’re here tonight
we know she did the tango alright
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The Road to Derry
03:59
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The Road to Derry
Music by Andrew Potter
Lyrics by Wheeler Cole
©2019 Cole/Potter Music
we don’t know … where we go
or the why of when we die
but in the end I hope my friend
we will meet again
The sky is blue … but in fact
out in space the sky is black
hand in hand
we’ll make a stand
on the road to Derry
As I strode the muddy road
a passerby caught my eye
she winked at me I wish desperately
we will meet again
funny how just by chance
changes come with a glance
fate is such a fickle dance
we will meet again
the road is long … the hills are steep
strangers smile… lovers weep
consul is for dreams to keep
on the road to Derry
A timid man becoming bold
the moral starts getting old
when the story is twice told
as we will meet again
Fate sings such a silly song
Harmonize when things go wrong
but Hey! we knew that all along
cuz … we will meet again
time is short and life is sweet
love is free so smiles are cheap
travel cures dusty feet
on the road to Derry.
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9. |
A Song and a Prayer
03:26
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A Song and a Prayer
Music by Andrew Potter
Lyrics by Wheeler Cole
© 2019 cole/potter music
Small feet run through the meadow
laughing like sunshine
rolls down the hill
two hearts sitting there watching
they are her gardeners
nurturing still
clutching a hand full of daisies
she sticks her tongue out
squints at the sun
leaves blow like her dancing
birds whisper secrets
of stories begun
May your hands be strong of heart
The calm when things fall apart
May your words bring peace when trouble starts
Hope, flying these wishes
swimming goldfishes
flowing through time.
message locked in a bottle
years make it better
like a fine wine
this prayer I struggle to free
a worn pebble found at sea
rusted lock; missing key
a stubborn reflection of me
seek truth in all you dare
hold tight to all that’s fair
I will wait for you there
this is my gift; a song and a prayer
love, all that you carry
after I’m buried
it will burn still
soon, you’ll be a gardener
and with your whispers,
their hearts will fill
so, Love is a process
we’re linking togethers
forged like a chain
each link building the next one
leaving a lesson
that will remain
Hush now! listen my Darling
Life goes by quickly gone in a flash
You will carry it forward
all that is precious… all that will last.
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The Ace Of Diamonds
03:45
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The Ace of Diamonds
©2019 cole/potter music
Music by Andrew potter
Lyrics by Wheeler cole
I often wonder if you / think about me?
As I float down this lazy river
Regretting how I lost your hand
not sure a gambler’s woman could understand
The Ace of Diamonds beat the Queen of my heart
I bought it, I broke it; I missed the best part
On the way down Hell! I cashed it all in
Lost your heart betting I’d win.
empty whiskey glass soggy cigarettes
know where the chips fall or don’t make that bet
One card, two card
then the ace of diamonds
And I felt my poor heart fold
Try to bluff a blind man with a blank look
eyed me up and down read me like a book
always keep the ace close to the vest
you were a royal flush wearing a dress.
then I caught you smirking knew I’d been made.
For good, for keeps that’s how the game is played
Now, dating no one but this bottle of gin
I lost your heart betting I’d win.
liquor in my glass taste like regret
I’m sorry Baby I ain’t over you yet.
One card, two card
then the ace of diamonds
And I felt my poor heart fold
One card,
the ace of diamonds
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Andrew Potter Jamestown, Rhode Island
Andrew Potter is a finger-style guitarist and singer songwriter, playing an eclectic mix of original folk, blues and jazz tunes. He performs his shows at bars, clubs, hotels and other venues in New England and the San Francisco Bay Area. His new CD, I Haunt My Own House, co-written with Wheeler Cole, is a collection of songs backed by some of the finest musicians on the planet. ... more
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