Recovered You say you sense where we`re going but you drive too fast Porch lights fade in the distance another cold night, we won`t be invited back Years spent pushing every button lighting fires in your eyes You climb with error and purpose away from those who threaten to make you stuck Until one day it`s over You didn`t see it coming It`s gone a long time before you live like you`ve recovered You`ve recovered If you break apart you want by your own hands to be broken I`ve seen the change you are my only true one You drove us up the hillside to feel the crest under our feet Get out of the car and listen We won`t be chased up here nor missed down from where we came Maybe now it`s over You didn`t see it coming It`s gone a long time before you live like you`re recovered You`ve recovered

Planters For The Weeds The Trask house sits empty on a hill in the Hudson Valley Views of countless sunsets had always stayed in the family Listed for the land and its proximity to the train line to the city Single Family Life for another life creates need for another need Isn`t someone out there counting all these planters for the weeds An unkempt home is a planter while time crawls in and envelopes her Flowers thorns and branches A handyman`s challenge Chorus On the other coast of the same country they`re cutting down trees Building for no buyer Inhabited by the weather The Hamilton Farm went easy We thought the clumps of houses looked ugly We cheered when they ran out of funding but the good land lay there dying Chorus Life for another life creates need for another need Can`t grow food for my children in a planter for the weeds Life for another life creates need for another need Can`t house any of my children in a planter for the weeds

Puzzle I`ve been working on this puzzle so long I live in its pieces Fitting shape to color all day long I don`t know how to leave it I`m working on a map of my hometown I live in its pieces If someone wants to know where I`m from Here I can explain it I also want to know how I`ve become the figure in the puzzle and outside it I also want to see it from above The figure in the puzzle and outside it The box is empty but I`m not done I`m living in pieces If someone wants to know where I belong No one can explain it I dream of places I`ve never seen and I end up inside them I live halfway in-between the puzzle and outside it Chorus I also want to grow until I`m gone to its edges and beyond it I was told that I`m not just the figure in the puzzle and outside it

Out in the Weather Lately I`ve seen you so low to the ground You`re all beaten down by the history you`re holding so tight in your chest You haven`t had rest for so long Soldiers are marching all over your head One of them said you have been watching us circling around Lay it all down for a song Sing Hey hey I feel so much better now I`m out in the weather and I`m free Flowers are blooming all over your soul come for a stroll take a break from the patterns that keep you inside Come for a ride in a song Sing Hey hey I feel so much better now I`m out in the weather and I`m free By the way I`ve got no plans for tomorrow because I`m holding on to today How long can shelter keep away a storm Winter`s come and winter`s gone How long Chorus Lately I`ve seen that you`re not around Your old spot on the ground is no more and if I listen hard enough through the city noise I hear your voice singing Chorus

Give You Reason I got my senses back I`ve lifted the shade and made the bed I turn my head to light the lamp In the mirror I`m discovered I break silence to introduce myself to the stranger there reflected Startled by my foolishness I reach back for trusted cover I want to want to ask you back Should things be the way they were I want to want to start again If only I could give you reason I speak to introduce myself to the stranger on the phone You recognize my voice but not my tone Say to you I got my senses back I think I know what happened I`m ready to take you with me now How far have you gotten Chorus Say to me you`re in Atlanta now I`m above you in the mountains You remind me that I cut you off cut you out of who I am Chorus

The Brothers of Furnace Hill War was not a passion nor a duty nor a charge to an empty heart in yearning for a bolt on a closed door Nothing rose a spoke in him Nothing hardened him more Adam set to wandering intent on living poor Adam had a reason to be nothing but a shell His life was made a blessing by the angle the hatchet fell Brother you have raised me Brother can`t you tell I`ve learned not to seek love Your plight has trained me well Father caught the train that led his son to Washington Cloaked in lies with eager eyes he brought the shell to his kingdom The stranger sat crestfallen in a meaningless throne no more a soldier no more a son Adam wandered on The valley preys upon the dried up souls brought by the wind and spits up all the seeds they`ve sewn in hopes to let love in The soil holds no compassion no remorse for the naive Adam in his garden finds it brings him no relief Refuge in the whore houses didn`t keep him for long Brother`s letters fought to lure him back to the East Canaan home Brother you have found out Father`s will begs my return You bear the mark You`ve not forgot the night on Furnace Hill Cathy was a devil`s curse nearly beaten back to hell Adam saw a thing in her made him want to make her well Brother saw the danger and brother warned him `til she got into his defenselessness and shattered his shell Chorus Adam and the babies knew not one more than the other on the farthest point away from the decay of older brother Cathy I gave you Eden and you left us here in the heat to dwell I`ve learned now to not know love nor recognize myself The valley preys upon the dried up souls brought by the wind and spits up all the seeds they`ve sewn in hopes to let love in the soil holds no compassion no remorse for the naive Adam in his garden finds it brings him The wanderer sat motionless apart from all that breathes The brother sank into a well of self pity The babies cried to no reply The earth swallowed the seeds The garden dried and love like dust was lost in Salinas The garden dried and love like dust was lost in the valley

Salle Sainte Cecile I stored away all your letters It`s been years since they`ve been read Now I long for the tiniest description of the time that we had You said you`ve aged so much to find me just as I was then Now I`m looking at pictures I don`t recognize Places that are only in the past On Thursday you fly down from Boston so on Thursday I will write To the children of Sainte Trinity To the people and their plight On Friday I`ll send my whole heart from Allmend to Port au Prince and ask the world to give their attention to the people who need their music Twenty seconds on the twelfth the work of fifty years or more Salle Sainte Cecile reduced to rubble on the floor The Sisters of St Margaret The letters of Reverend Cesar A hall that gave a nation its music is no more I call to Dominique in my sleep I dream of walking between the tents The residents are safe and sleeping Quiet is the land You write of wounded reunions You write of the plans You sent me a piece of the old school to hold in my hands Twenty seconds on the twelfth the work of fifty years or more Salle Sainte Cecile reduced to rubble on the floor The Sisters of St Margaret The letters of Reverend Cesar A hall that gave a nation its music will live on Roman Catholic Episcopal Protestant and Voodoo All implored together in God`s name The social barriers had also fallen We worked with hammers and hands So many people hungry without a tent in the rain Even the people who have a good house are afraid they`re afraid Words by Sarah Bowman, inspired by Rev. David Cesar Script for Salle Sainte Cecile (English by Sarah Bowman, inspired and translated by Jean Montès into Haitian Creole) The Haitian people have the greatest resilience and will to make so much with so little. Men playing guitars with bicycle parts as strings, children sharing a cello with 5 of their classmates, ensembles rehearsing in a spot where the rubble has been swept aside- all this came soon after the people experienced such great loss. Haiti`s will is not broken. Its strength is an example for the world. Music is to Haiti`s will, what breath is to our lungs. Haiti is healing, its children are healing.  The value that music has to them is seen in their faces as they touch an instrument for the first time since before the earthquake. Disbelief subsides, and a sense of present and future returns. Touching the strings, putting ones lips to the brass, these children learn of a world beyond them who knows them, cares for them, and loves them from afar. The children who lost their families and friends are united with a new love, a new hope, and from this and the music that comes after, Haiti is reborn. Pep Ayisien gin ampil fos ak kouraj poul fe ampil bagay avekti cras sa yo ginyin an. Neg kap joue guita ki fet ak fil bisiklet, ti moun kap patage yon instruman ak 5 lot camarad, group kap repete yon kote ke yo sot retire ramblet. Tout sa rive apre ke yo te fek subi ampil mize et ampil perte. Haiti pap kase!   Couraj li se yon examp pou le monde antie. Pou Ayisen muzik se kankou souf ki bay lavi-a. Haiti ap geri, ti moun yo ap geri. Nou ka we vale ke muzic giyin pou ti moun yo nan figi yo le yo manyen yon Instrument espoi yo ginyin pou kouniea e pou demin retounin sou figi yo. Le yo magnin kod instruman-an, le yo met bouch yo sou instruman en fe yo! Ti moun sa yo konin ke ginyin moun lot bo dlo ki konnin ke yo la, ki vle ede yo e ki rinmin yo malgre distanse ki separe yo ak moun sa yo. Ti moun ki pedi fanmi, zanmi reuni avek yon nouvel amou, yon nouvel espoi et avek sa mete ak muzik. Haiti ap rekampe pi ferm!

New York Rain A friend of a friend brought you by I was a pile of myself you were the last bit of light It was closing time and I hadn`t found a place for the night I was waiting for my luck to change Trying to stay out of the rain in New York You`re topping us off in the middle of the night I caught you pretending not to smile Now everything is clear but it just can`t happen this way You were waiting for your luck to change Trying to keep your mind off the rain in New York In a few days I`m on a red- eye to Spain You`ll go back to her and this time she might stay I`m not going to push because I`ve learned how to wait out the rain I was waiting for my luck to change Trying to stay out of the rain You were waiting for your luck to change Trying to keep your mind off the rain in New York

Yanked I got yanked across an ocean where they told me to go home You can`t come back here so soon dear It‘s not the land where you were born You were kind to give me shelter You kept me from drifting on You better rest now before the night is gone You`ve got a lot of nerve Feels like you`re pulling at the earth like you pull at the sheets in your sleep and wake up on the surface I thought you had all the answers Thought my feet had touched the ground But this wind that comes from the ocean isn`t the kind to put me down You made something from your sadness we made a life like a hot morning I`m not here to clutter the bedroom and this wind has got my tail Chorus Now I`m back to where I started though my years have changed this place Same old story of how I got here Thought my prince would save the day I didn`t have the nerve to keep on pulling at the earth Now I pull at the sheets in my sleep and wake up

Changing Seasons My drawers and desktop are emptied of the words that never helped me I grew up in a house with big windows on the river side My thoughts drifted up and out them on and on O`er the mystery of the land and across the ocean Every new place hovers with lowered ceilings I could never find a lover to lay beside and watch the changing seasons on and on I tossed the lullaby with my work in mind Another room restored to a time long before without a trace of my time in this place not fit for a home I tossed the lullaby with my work in mind Somewhere in my travels through my personal battles I found a silent companion patient and kind and I felt he had been with me over all of those long miles Another room restored to a time long before without a trace of my time in this place not fit for a home Can I trade this tortured mind for a lullaby Tonight the wind is knocking and there`s one lamp burning I cannot deny that what we`re building goes on and on O`er the mystery of the land and across the ocean

Turtledove Fly little turtledove To the arms of someone who loves you Mama can`t be the one to see you through Soar through the seamless skies Over sad and lonely faces Let this fading last embrace keep you from harm For some there are gardens for some there are seas we`re birds of a feather temporarily Shine little turtledove Now your story goes on without me Little girls aren`t meant to grow amongst the weeds Farewell is not forever Maybe birds can flock together after time has dealt its hand one day we`ll see Chorus Fly little turtledove To the arms of someone who loves you You`re gonna be the one to see you through