The Dreaming Fields
2011
Dualtone
IF I HAD WINGS
BY MATRACA BERG AND JESSI ALEXANDER
CHORUS:
IF I HAD WINGS I WOULD FLY
OVER THE RIVER AND INTO THE NIGHT
AND IF I HAD WHEELS I WOULD ROLL
TEN YEARS OF DREAMS TETHERED TO MY SOUL
WELL IT’S 59 MILES TO MEMPHIS
AIN’T REALLY THAT FAR TO GO
WITH A LITTLE MONEY IN YOUR POCKET
IT’LL GET YOU RIGHT DOWN THAT ROAD
BUT ALL I GOT ARE THESE VOICES
TELLING ME THIS IS YOUR LIFE
TOBACCO FIELDS, TEXTILE MILLS OR
BE SOME ROUGHNECKS WIFE
REPEAT CHORUS
AND IF I HAD WINGS…
SO I GET UP EVERY MORNING
AND FIX HIS COFFEE STRONG
THEN HE STUMBLES INTO THE KITCHEN
ACTING LIKE NOTHING’S WRONG
AND THAT HURTS WORSE THAN THE BRUISES
BUT WHAT CUTS DEEPER STILL
DARK AND JAGGED IN MY SOUL
AN EMPITNESS THAT KILLS
REPEAT CHORUS
AND IF I HAD WINGS…SOLO
WELL I GUESS THEY MUST HEARD IT
ALL THE WAY TO ARKANSAS
MOMMA SAID CALL THE PREACHER, I JUST CALLED THE LORD
CAUSE THIS AIN’T NO PLACE FOR ANGELS
NO TIME FOR TALK OF SIN
WE ALL KNEW SOONER OR LATER
IT WAS GONNA BE ME OR HIM
REPEAT CHORUS
BUT IF I HAD WINGS
YOU AND TEQUILA
BY MATRACA BERG AND DEANNA CARTER
BABY HERE I AM AGAIN
KICKING DUST IN THE CANYON WIND
WAITING FOR THAT SUN TO GO DOWN
MADE IT UP MULLHOLLAND DRIVE
HELL BENT ON GETTIN’ HIGH
HIGH ABOVE THE LIGHTS OF TOWN
CAUSE YOU AND TEQUILA MAKE ME CRAZY
RUN LIKE POISON IN MY BLOOD
AND ONE MORE NIGHT COULD KILL ME BABY
AND ONE IS ONE TOO MANY
AND ONE MORE IS NEVER ENOUGH
30 DAYS AND 30 NIGHTS
BEEN PUTTING UP A REAL GOOD FIGHT
AND THERE WERE TIMES I THOUGHT YOU’D WIN
IT’S SO EASY TO FORGET
THE BITTER TASTE THE MORNING LEFT
SWORE I WOULDN’T GO BACK THERE AGAIN
REPEAT CHORUS
WHEN IT COMES TO YOU
ON THE DAMAGE I COULD DO
IT’S ALWAYS YOUR FAVORITE SINS
THAT DO YOU IN
REPEAT CHORUS
NEVER ENOUGH
YOU AND TEQUILA
Racing the Angels
By Matraca Berg/Gretchen Peters/Suzy Bogguss
last night I dreamed I was standing at heaven’s gate
calling out your name
but no one ever came
can’t find no mercy no comfort without you here
God it just aint fair
but I’m sending up a prayer there’ll come a day,one sweet day
When I fly,when I fly
I’ll be racing the angels all the way home
when I die,gonna fly
racing the angels into your arms
It’s just grace and gravity keeps me here
keeps me on the ground
my soul earth bound
I know you’d hate to see it the shape I’m in
this aint no way to live
and God knows what I’d give to see your face,your sweet face
chorus
Silver and Glass
By Matraca Berg
since you were a girl in school you looked like an angel
they’d never seen the likes of you in that Texas town
but your body was a sinner’s dream when you were barely in your teens
Pretty baby,you put all your hope in
something so cold and easily broken
silver and glass,silver and glass
but mirrors they crack and shatter when they fall
they loved you out in Hollywood,you drove them all crazy
where every girl’s a beauty queen,but you gave them more
found a surgeon to the movie stars
you couldn’t even see the scars
could you baby,you put all your hope in
something so cold and easily broken
silver and glass,silver and glass
but mirrors,they crack and shatter when they fall
cut you like a paper doll
heard they finally did you in
amphetimines and vicoden
chorus out..
CLOUDS
BY MATRACA BERG/GARY NICHOLSON
I LOOKED IN YOUR EYES THIS MORNING
AND THE BLUE JUST TURNED TO GREY
I KEEP WAITING FOR THE STORM THAT’S COMING
BUT IT’S JUST ANOTHER DARK DAY
I ONLY LIKE CLOUDS WHEN THEY’RE RAINING
THEY DO ME NO GOOD JUST HANGIN’ ROUND
I ONLY LIKE CLOUDS WHEN IT’S RAINING BABY
WHEN IT’S COMING DOWN
WHY DON’T YOU JUST LET IT COME ON DOWN
LET ME TAKE THE WEIGHT OFF YOUR SHOULDERS
THERE AIN’T NO EASY WAY TO LEAVE
SOMEONE’S GONNA CRY BEFORE IT’S OVER
MAYBE THAT’S JUST WHAT I NEED
I ONLY LIKE CLOUDS WHEN THEY’RE RAINING
THEY DO ME NO GOOD JUST HANGIN’ ROUND
BLOCKING MY SUN FOR NO GOOD REASON BABY
WHEN IT’S COMING DOWN
WHY DON’T YOU JUST LET IT COME ON DOWN
THE DREAMING FIELDS
BY MATRACA BERG/GARY HARRISON
OH, THE SUN ROLLS DOWN, BIG AS A MIRACLE
AND FADES FROM THE MIDWEST SKY
AND THE CORN AND THE TREES WAVE IN THE BREEZE
AS IF TO SAY GOODBYE
OH, MY GRANDFATHER STOOD RIGHT HERE AS A YOUNGER MAN
IN NINETEEN AND FORTY THREE
AND WITH THE SWEAT AND HIS TEARS, THE RAIN AND THE YEARS
HE GREW LIFE FROM THE SOIL AND SEED
OH…
CHORUS:
I’M GOIN’ DOWN TO THE DREAMING FIELDS
BUT WHAT WILL BE MY HARVEST NOW
WHERE EVERY TEAR THAT FALLS ON A MEMORY
FEELS LIKE RAIN ON THE RUSTED PLOW
RAIN ON THE RUSTED PLOW
AND THESE FIELDS THEY DREAM OF WHEAT IN THE SUMMERTIME
GRANDCHILDREN RUNNING FREE
AND THE BAILS OF HAY AT THE END OF THE DAY
AND THE SCARECROW THAT JUST SCARED ME
NOW THE HOUSES THEY GROW LIKE WEEDS IN A FLOWER BED
THIS MORNING THE SILO FELL
SEEMS THE ONLY WAY A MAN CAN LIVE OFF THE LAND THESE DAYS
IS TO BUY AND SELL
SO…
REPEAT CHORUS
LIKE THE RAIN ON THE ROOF ON THE PORCH BY THE KITCHEN
WHERE MY GRANDMOTHER SINGS, I CAN HEAR IF I LISTEN
RUNNING DOWN, RUNNING DOWN TO THE END OF THE WORLD I LOVED
THIS WILL BE MY HARVEST NOW
AND THE SUN ROLLS DOWN, BIG AS MIRACLE
AND FADES IN THE MIDWEST SKY
AND THE CORN AND THE TREES WAVE IN THE BREEZE
AS IF TO SAY GOODBYE
AS IF TO SAY GOODBYE
OH CUMBERLAND
BY MATRACA BERG/GARY HARRISON
FIRE ON THE ASPHALT, LA FREEWAY, SANTA ANNA WINDSTORM
COME BLOW ME AWAY
THIS REARVIEW MIRROR COULD USE SOME ADJUSTMENT
SOME OTHER REFLECTION, SOME OTHER PLACE
OH CUMBERLAND I’M A FAITHFUL SON
NO MATTER WHERE I RUN
I HEAR YOU CALLING ME
MISSISSIPPI’S WIDE AND LONG, ST. PAUL TO NEW ORLEANS
BUT MY HEART’S RESTING ON YOUR BANKS IN TENNESSEE
LAZY OLD RIVER NOT A LICK OF AMBITION
YOU GET TO KENTUCKY THEN YOU ROLL ON HOME
IF YOU WERE A HIGHWAY YOU WOULDN’T GO NOWHERE
AND I WOULDN’T BE LOST OUT HERE ALL ALONE
REPEAT CHORUS
THERE’S A STOLEN RIVER IN THE SAN FERNANDO
DOWN IN THE VALLEY IN THE SHADOW OF GREED
BUT I HAVE A MEMORY KNEE DEEP IN SALVATION
OF THAT OLD MUDDY WATER THAT ONCE WASHED ME CLEAN
REPEAT CHORUS
YOUR HUSBAND’S CHEATING ON US
BY MATRACA BERG/MARSHALL CHAPMAN/JILL MCCORKLE
SHE SAID HONEY YOU DON’T KNOW ME
BUT I KNOW YOU
DO YOU MIND IF I COME IN
IT’LL ONLY TAKE A MINUTE OR TWO
AND BY T HE WAY, I REALLY LIKE
WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO THIS PLACE
IT DOESN’T REALLY SURPRISE ME CAUSE
WE KIND OF HAVE THE SAME TASTE
BUT THAT’S ENOUGH SMALL TALK
THERE’S SOMETHING THAT WE NEED TO DISCUSS
YOUR HUSBAND’S CHEATING ON US
SHE SAID YOU LOOK SURPRISED
WELL I’M SURPRISED THAT YOU NEVER KNEW
I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU DIDN’T PICK UP
ON MY RATHER STRONG PERFUME (IT WAS GIORGIO)
BUT ANYWAY, WE’VE BEEN REPLACED
AND SHE’S MUCH YOUNGER THAN ME AND YOU
AND SHE’S OUT THERE WITH HIM NOW
DOING ALL THE THINGS THAT WE USED TO DO
SO WHY DON’T WE GET TOGETHER
YOU KNOW, WE COULD BE DANGEROUS
‘CAUSE YOUR HUSBAND’S CHEATING ON US
AH AH AH AH
SNAKES ARE IN THE KITCHEN
CROWS ARE ON THE LINE
AH AH AH AH
THE WEATHER VANE IS TWITCHIN’
CAN’T YOU SEE THE SIGN SIGN SSSS-SIGN
THIS IS WHERE I START TO CRY AND SHE SAID
HONEY, YOU’LL GET OVER IT
JUST NEVER MIND MY FANTASIES
OF CYANIDE OR TAKING OUT A HIT
ON SECOND THOUGHT IT’S BETTER, DON’T YOU THINK
TO MAKE HIM WISH THAT HE WAS DEAD
SO PROMISE ME YOU’LL TAKE THAT CREEP
FOR EVERYTHING HE’S EVER HAD INSTEAD
I’VE GOT A POLAROID CAMERA
AND A ROOM NUMBER AT THE HOTEL NAUTILUS
WHERE YOUR HUSBAND’S CHEATING ON US
HE’S CHEATING ON US
Fall Again
By Matraca Berg/Mary Steenburgen
I drink too much for me I guess
lately here at home
aint nothing worse than loneliness
when you are not alone
when I can hear you breathing
I wanna fall again, lose my head
wanna build a fire that could burn this bed
I wanna feel again, take you down
baby lay with you on the naked ground
we close our books, say goodnight
careful of the dark
the covers hide the jagged edge
pieces of our hearts
I wanna fall again, crash into you
like a hell-bent rain pushing through the blue
beat against this house all settled in
are you awake? are you awake
I’m a frozen tear, I’m a pretty please
I’m an earthbound angel tangled in the trees
I wanna fall
I wanna fall again, lose my head
wanna build a fire that could burn this bed
beat against this house all settled in
are you awake? I wanna fall again
SOUTH OF HEAVEN
BY MATRACA BERG/TROY VERGES/SHARON VAUGHN
PRAISE AND WORSHIP, BOW YOUR HEAD
SAY A PRAYER FOR THE TOO SOON DEAD
CALL IT GOD’S WILL, CALL IT FATE
CALL FOR MERCY, IT’S TOO LATE
CHORUS:
THIS AIN’T WHERE THE ANGELS DWELL
SOUTH OF HEAVEN, NORTH OF HELL
21 GUNS AND CATHEDRAL BELLS
SOUTH OF HEAVEN, NORTH OF HELL
SOUTH OF HEAVEN, NORTH OF HELL
MOTHERS HOLD YOUR BABIES CLOSE
FATHER SON AND THE HOLY GHOST
CANNOT KEEP THEM SAFE ON EARTH
SO THROW YOUR ROSE DOWN IN THE DIRT
(REPEAT CHORUS)
HOLY WATER, TEARS OF PAIN
CANNOT WASH AWAY THE STAIN
GOD YOU GAVE YOUR ONLY SON
WELL YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY ONE
YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY ONE
(REPEAT CHORUS)
HEAR THE WEEPING, HEAR THEM KNEEL
SOUTH OF HEAVEN, NORTH OF HELL
A COLD, RAINY MORNING IN LONDON IN JUNE
BY MATRACA BERG/GARY HARRISON
KENSINGTON GARDEN IS SAD
BEAUTIFUL GARDEN TOO BAD
I CRIED FOR A PRINCESS
THE ROSES IN BLOOM
ON A COLD, RAINY MORNING IN LONDON IN JUNE
ENGLAND IS DAMP AND IT’S DREAR
STRANGELY FOR THIS TIME OF YEAR
I’M SLEEPLESS WITHOUT YOU
I’M TIED TO YOUR MOON
ON A COLD, RAINY MORNING IN LONDON IN JUNE
AND I CRY FOR ME
‘CAUSE TENNESSEE IS CLOSER THAN IT SEEMS
WHERE IT’S 3 A.M. AND I’M WONDERING
IF YOU’VE BEGUN TO DREAM
HOW I LONG TO SEE YOUR SWEET FACE
AND A SUNNY SMILE THAT LOOKS SO OUT OF PLACE
THE SUN’S JUST A RUMOR AROUND HERE
PERFECT FOR POETS AND TEARS
I BOUGHT AN UMBRELLA BECAUSE IT WAS BLUE
AND NOW IT’S JUST BROKEN TORN AND HALF OPEN
AND I CRY FOR ME
‘CAUSE TENNESSEE IS CLOSER THAN IT SEEMS
WHERE IT’S 3 A.M. AND I’M WONDERING
IF YOU’VE BEGUN TO DREAM
POSTCARD OF THE QUEEN IS ALL THEY SELL
SAYS I MISS YOU AND THE QUEEN WISHES YOU WELL
WISH I WAS A POSTCARD COMING HOME SOON
ON A COLD, RAINY MORNING
ON A COLD, RAINY MORNING IN LONDON IN JUNE