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Heart Cracked Open Wide
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heart cracked open wide
words and music copyright 2020 Cynthia Marchant
I came of age down in the Crescent City
Ramos gin fizz breakfast in the eighty's
The summertime was downright gritty
Dixieland surely had its way with me -until -
I set out packed everything I owned
in my little red beetle sweet sunroof ride
heading west toward the sun sinking like a stone
driving to the beat of Earl King and my own heart cracked open wide
my bike on the back and a good rough plan
speeding like the devil such attitude
I broke it off I left my old man
I said goodbye Carrolton Avenue - and -
I set out packed everything I owned
in my little red beetle sweet sunroof ride
heading west toward the sun sinking like a stone
driving to the beat of Earl King and my own heart cracked open wide
and I came across forks and winding roads
pulled over to sleep at the Grand Canyon
had chance offers to take off a load
feeling free like I'd be forever young -when -
I set out packed everything I owned
in my little red beetle sweet sunroof ride
heading west toward the sun sinking like a stone
driving to the beat of Earl King and my own heart cracked open wide
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Crusing
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cruising
words and music copyright 2020, Cynthia Marchant
in that 67 GTO speeding down the river road
those hairpin turns and tires that burn
living was easy on the edge of living
no turning back and no forgiving
we were broke not broken
drinking jack tires smoking
never ending summer nights
somewhere between wrong and right
on the levy under landing planes so close taking breath away
Venus and Mars under the stars
living was easy on the edge of living
there was no turning back and no forgiving
we were broke not broken
drinking jack Tires smoking
never ending summer nights
somewhere between wrong and right
some memories fade
but it feels like yesterday
through the streets of Little Rock
once or twice around the block
we were cruising with the Dead and Bad Company
Bobby, Jeannie, Ricky and me
we were broke not broken
drinking jack Tires smoking
never ending summer nights
somewhere between wrong and right
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All the Roads
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All the Roads
Words and music copyright 2020, Cynthia Marchant
the hum of the highway hypnotizes me as
memories and windswept clouds drift by like dreams
and I'm pretty sure that while we like to lay things out
to know the truth it isn't always as it seems
and we talk of pulling wool blankets out of closets
we talk of the cold months up ahead
silence comes down like a curtain aged and well worn
on the window kept open by our summer bed
when I think about the life I've led
while it's true I have regrets
I'm thankful all the roads led me here to you
geese form patterns in the sky as south they fly
for weather you and I love extreme seasons
a patchwork countryside farms, woods, rusted cars
miles and miles of gently rolling reasons
there's a vagueness in the way we talk of the future
a comfort in living day to day
and I wonder and I sometimes ask what you're thinking
and I'm always surprised by what you say
when I think about the life I've led
while it's true I have regrets
I'm thankful all the roads led me here to you
and when I leave here tomorrow leave you in my sorrow
we found joy in true love I know it's hard to find
I will have joy in this heart as I leave you behind
and when I think about the life I've led
while it's true I've had regrets
I'm thankful all the roads led me to
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Switching Gears and lanes
words and music copyright Cynthia Marchant, 2020
in these good old years if love is letting go
it's nice to meet you here on the open road
switching gears and lanes you take my breath away
like the wind in our face you take me to that place
we'll let the world pass us by going nowhere for a time
with these racing hearts riding in the slow lane
and if we drift apart we won't be the same
switching gears and lanes you take my breath away
like the wind in our face you take me to that place
we'll let the world pass us by going nowhere for a time
ending a long ride and if I'm feeling light
washing the road dirt dried things are good and right
and someday down a lonely road somewhere
you'll think of me wish I was there someday
but I'll be on the freeway feeling free
the only thing we'll share are the skies we see someday
switching gears and lanes you take my breath away
like the wind in our face you take me to that place
we'll let the world pass us by going nowhere for a time
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Ima
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Ima
words and music copyright 2020, Cynthia Marchant
I got the news today Ima died
I knew her in my younger life
I found myself thinking of times
those special times
winding country hours and many miles
she welcomed us with hugs and smiles
and southern food for comforting
so comforting
cornbread, chicken, fresh garden tomatoes
rich brown gravy and mashed potatoes - mashed potatoes
vista views and the peace of the deep woods - deep woods
did a body and a mind so good
her husband crafted wooden push ducks
did funny tricks like losing thumbs
her sister Geri was always there
always right there
I just had two pairs of holey jeans
she sat hours at her sewing machine
fingers bent but she never complained
never complained
on the clothesline soft, well worn sheets
flapping in the gentle summer breeze
for me it was security
cornbread, chicken, fresh garden tomatoes
Rich brown gravy and mashed potatoes- mashed potatoes
vista views and the peace of the deep woods- deep woods
did a body and a mind so good
She sat next to me when daddy died
she patted my hand as I cried
soft and gentle and full of hope
always of hope
she told me he had changed his name
from Joseph Wiley to John Wayne
J.W. that was my dad
cornbread, chicken, fresh garden tomatoes
rich brown gravy and mashed potatoes- mashed potatoes
vista views and the peace of the deep woods- deep woods
did a body and a mind so good
cornbread, chicken, fresh garden tomatoes
rich brown gravy and mashed potatoes- mashed potatoes
vista views and the peace of the deep woods- deep woods
did a body and a mind so good
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Lonestar Loners
03:30
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Lone Star Loners
Words and Music copyright Cynthia Marchant 2020
On my way to Austin I came up through San Antone
Stopped in all the bars I thought you might call home
I looked in all the dark corner booths
thinking you'd be in a mood
sitting with a lone star
the loner that you are
you'd be peeling labels naked bottles tiny strips
lined up like solders writing napkin lyrics
deep in thought that's how I envision
I'll find you I am driven
world turning as thoughts spin
dream catcher in the wind
we're just two loners maybe that's our fate
Lone star loners in a lonely state
I like to imagine you and I will meet again
a sweet fairy tale I sometimes entertain
I can take back things I've done and said
I can get out of this head
get back into your heart
we can share a star chart
we're just two loners maybe that's our fate
Lone star loners in a lonely state
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Flora Mae
02:00
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Flora Mae
words and music copyright 2020, Cynthia Marchant
on the dark side of a mood
with no one to turn to
chaotic solitude
and light from the full moon
there was a path
with no turning back
when I try to understand
the theories are quite grand
a search for promised land
an impulse one not planned
no going on
to another dawn
I never knew her well it's true
through all the shades of blue
she was a quiet one
and I was on the run
that full moon night
she went to the light
to the light
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Whisper
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Whisper words and music copyright Cynthia Marchant, 2020
in the city of bridges where the rivers meet
that half smile you wear sweeps me off my feet
sitting under a streetlight you are so hard to resist
your voice is honey on a night like this
whisper something
make it a love song with a sweet melody
between the two of us perfect harmony
whisper sweet somethings to me
if there is an order and if it is divine
then we are meeting at the perfect time
in the season of love me my pocket full of dreams
and you with your strong sensibilities
whisper something
make it a love song with a sweet melody
between the two of us perfect harmony
whisper sweet nothings to me
and if we cross a bridge
get to higher ground
that's where you and I can hang around
whisper something
make it a love song with a sweet melody
between the two of us perfect harmony
whisper sweet somethings to me
whisper sweet somethings to me
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Missing you
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missing you
words and music copyright 2020, Cynthia Marchant
you dropped me a line from somewhere out of the blue
surprised I didn't see you I've been out there, too
I've been high on life I've been crazy and sane
you've been thinking 'bout me you wonder if I have changed
there is a half moon shining down
until the sun comes back around
there are so many shades of blue
there really is no single truth
we are connected by a thread
heart to heart and heart to head
you've been high and low and now you want to get lost
south of any border I have been across
you rise above feelings now before you leave
and your showing up here to see if you can come clean
there is a half moon shining down
until the sun comes back around
there are so many shades of blue
there really is no single truth
we are connected by a thread
heart to heart and heart to head
passing to the north, a rain
missing you now on a southbound train
there is a half moon shining down
until the sun comes back around
there are so many shades of blue
there really is no single truth
we are connected by a thread
heart to heart and heart to head
we are connected by a thread
heart to heart and heart to head
heart to heart and heart to head
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Thoughts of You
03:35
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Thoughts of you
Words and music copyright Cynthia Marchant, 2020
after the blizzard in the silence of the snow
I hear crunching footsteps they are my own
oak tree hangs onto it's leaves now dead and brown
much like I hold on to thoughts of you that hang around
thoughts of you drift like snow
aimlessly circling
in the winds that blow
the sun it comes up on another day alone
I go through the motion to make this home
the sun going down so many memories
with me here tucked in between these soft fresh laundered sheets
thoughts of you drift like snow
aimlessly circling
in the winds that blow
these thoughts of you are growing old they are dying
thoughts of you drift like snow
aimlessly circling
in the winds that blow
these thoughts of you are growing old they are dying
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the house on Garden Street words and music copyright Cynthia Marchant, 2020
across a one lane bridge at the end of garden street
a little white house with a swinging porch seat
overlooking crossroads sipping sweet tea
watching hummingbirds come up to feed
pot belly stove stood warm in the kitchen
a pot on the stove and a pan in the oven
music on the kitchen radio dance and listen
granddad's cooking feeding neighbors and cousins
we always had an open front door
we were rich to be poor
my happy world drifting by
on Garden street that porch so high
I can't go back it's not the same
but I still go down memory lane
to a lifetime of sweet memories on Garden Street
on lazy summer days welcoming soft falling rains
cooling and cleaning things soft falling rains
pattering on the roof and window pane
hypnotizing me time was a gift
after rain late-day sunbeams like spotlights loomed
lighting up the settling trails of fairy dust
shining on walls flowered paper every room
stirring up the feelings of love and of trust
we always had an open front door
we were rich to be poor
my happy world drifting by
on Garden street that porch so high
I can't go back it's not the same
but I still go down memory lane
to a lifetime of sweet memories on Garden Street
A lifetime of sweet memories on Garden Street
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Cynthia Marchant Chicago, Illinois
Cynthia's music rises from southern roots and life's many ups and downs, with inspiration from childhood memories; love
lost, found and imagined; dreams and journeys of body and spirit. Her smoky, hypnotic voice embraces a depth of emotion, and the evocative, gritty songs weave stories that are haunting and deeply reflective.
Photos by Cynthia.
Black and white photo of artist by Cheryl Bennett.
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