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Tucked in the alcove
Down on Center Street
The cardboard covers
Those cold hands and feet
Empty inward eyes
Cold, white and dry
Makin’ assumptions
As snowflakes fly by
He used to be
A photographer
With a degree
In romance literature
It’s crooked young path
Lost in history
51 years old
And there’s no mystery
He is starting to forget
Who he used to be
It’s all numb now
And the pain come easy
He used to play
The piano
His wife would sing
Sing soprano
But now the show is over
And the curtains down
And there’s no spotlight comin’
To that sacred sidewalk found
The applause is mute
And the only encore
Is getting a few thrown quarters
That he didn’t ask for
Tommy J. Gallo
Used to care a lot
Then Cathy got the cancer
After they’d tied the knot
Four years of medical bills
And a economic crash
Rent through the roof
And a no work backlash
She left him
On a full moon night
In a sterile room
With fluorescent light
But now the show is over
And the curtains down
And there’s no spotlight comin’
To that sacred sidewalk found
The applause is mute
And the only encore
Is getting a few thrown quarters
That he didn’t ask for
Evicted and alone
Livin’ out of his car
Cameras got stolen
And he didn’t make it far
A weary old way
To the west coast
Down and broken
Missing Cathy the most
Remembering
The hot summer air
The fireflies
And her long black hair
And then he said
Where, where do I sleep
What do I eat
Where do I go
What, what do I keep
Who do I meet
In this shit-show
Oh I, I am cold.
I am alone
I am Tommy J Gallo
But now the show is over
And the curtains down
And there’s no spotlight comin’
To the sacred sidewalk found
The applause is mute
And the only encore
Is taking his last breath
In late December
genre
Folk, Singer-Songwriter
Lonesome, Raw, Thoughtful, Human
I travel a lot
I’m a guy’s guy
I’m kinda a big shot
But don’t really like to fly
To the airport in a jiffy
Then ticketing and TSA
My boarding was little iffy
To seat 17A
Acquisitions and mergers
Is all I can see
And that damn plane’s server
It ain’t fast enough for me
Well I’m five miles up over the clouds
All alone without a friend
What the hell’s wrong with me
Watchin’ my movie end
I’m crying on a plane again
I do all my great work
And laptop creations
With economy class perks
As I fly to other nations
And I never seem to get lucky
And sit next to a babe
I got a nine-year-old from Kentucky
Watchin’ The Little Mermaid
And even though there’s no sound
I can’t help but take a sneak peak
And the tears start rolling down
When Arielle gets her feet
Well I’m five miles up over the clouds
All alone without a friend
What the hell’s wrong with me
Watchin’ her movie end
I’m crying on a plane again
I’m crying again
Well sometimes I’m white knuckled
As turbulence hits the wings
My seat belt is tight and buckled
As the bourbon in my throat stings
Across the aisle is the death trap
A movie called Toy Story 3
There’s an ankle-biter in a baseball cap
Watchin Buzz Light Year and Woody
Andy’s going off to college
He giving away all his toys
My sanity won’t acknowledge
The sadness and tears of joy
Well I’m five miles up over the clouds
All alone without a friend
What the hell’s wrong with me
Watchin’ his movie end
I’m crying on a plane again
I’m crying again
There’s no rhyme or reason
To my losing control in the air
And when it’s the holiday season
It’s especially unfair
That Elf movie is always playing
And the scene that makes me cry
Is when everyone starts singing
To make Santa’s sleigh fly
I travel a lot
I’m a guy’s guy
I’m kinda a big shot
But don’t really like to fly
‘Cause I am crying
Yes, I am crying
“Ladies and Gentleman
Welcome to Portland, Oregon
Local time is 2:17”
On a plane again
“For your safety
Please remain seated
With your seatbelts fastened
Until the Captain turns off
The fasten seatbelt sign”
Crying again
“Until we have parked at the gate
And it is safe to move about”
Crying on a plane again
Crying again
genre
Country, Easy Listening
Reflective, Honest, Playful, Human
Tumbleweeds and switch grass seeds
Rolling across the plains
Wagon wheels on horses’ heels
Giddy-yap on the reigns
Buffalo herds speaking big words
That the only coyotes can hear
It’s a cowboy song of movin’ along
Through the lonesome weary years.
Canyon walls and thunder squalls
Switchbacks slow to turn
Screechin’ hawks that echo talks
‘Round whiskey’s slow burn
Prairie dogs in morning fogs
Perched upon the mounds
It’s a cowboy song of movin’ along
Through the ancient burial grounds
Oh, the sun is on the rise
Eat your beans and put on your boots
Saddle up we gonna ride
From the Flathead to the Bitterroots
We’ll cut a circle to find
That dogie layin’ long
When dusk fades dark
We’ll sing a cowboy song
Antelope tracks on the backs
Of rolling hills to find
A sunset that’s never met
A sunrise over time
Campfires that listen to liars
When tall stories finally start
It’s a cowboy song of movin’ along
Through the many broken hearts
Oh, the sun is on the rise
Eat your beans and put on your boots
Saddle up we gonna ride
From the Flathead to the Bitterroots
We’ll cut a circle to find
That dogie layin’ long
When dusk fades dark
We’ll sing a cowboy song
Lasso ropes giving hopes
For generations to hold
Across the range it ain’t so strange
To pan for a little gold
Special pliers to cut barb wires
To keep the family lines clear
It’s a cowboy song of movin’ along
Through the withered windblown tears
Oh, the sun is on the rise
Eat your beans and put on your boots
Saddle up we gonna ride
From the Flathead to the Bitterroots
We’ll cut a circle to find
That dogie layin’ long
When dusk fades dark
We’ll sing a cowboy song
Oh, the sun is on the rise
Eat your beans and put on your boots
Saddle up we gonna ride
From the Flathead to the Bitterroots
We’ll cut a circle to find
That dogie layin’ long
When dusk fades dark
We’ll sing a cowboy song
When dusk fades to dark
We’ll sing a cowboy song
genre
Country
Reflective, Dusty, Gritty, Grounded, Open-Road
Every mornin we wake
To find more mystery
In the bones we pick
Past destiny
More and more things
Cloudin’ our brain
Makin more rumors
Like coffee stain
And ugly looks good
In a sea of shame
Like a bad penny
In a numbers game
Playing the odds
Of beauty or beast
With a crystal ball
Blessed by a priest
Oh easy ain’t so easy
Oh free me from me
More and more light
Into our eyes
With the color blue
And petty lies
Maybe what’s more
Is less and less
Givin’ the truth
A new address
Maybe the right
Is staring us down
As we’re tied tight
To the merry go round
Breath in deep
As the crow flies
Exhale slow
Losing all ties
Oh easy ain’t so easy
Oh free me from me
Those fears, they’ve got you, by the throat
Those tears, release yourself, don’t choke
The walls are down
Purge the sins
Give the light
Where love begins
Climb the clouds
Make a sun rise
No more a slave
To material’s prize
Unlock the wish
With a new key
To find the peace
And simplicity
Freedom is work
To lessons learned
Face the mirror
And feel the burn
Oh easy ain’t so easy
Oh free me from me
Oh easy ain’t so easy
Oh free me from me
genre
Singer-Songwriter, Easy Listening
Reflective, Intimate, Honest, Human
Eighth floor, downtown south
Sat on the couch
Told my story
Twenty-eight years gone so slow
Nowhere to go
All for family
Mistakes were made, hidden in the dark
Where do I start
From a place called lonely
Balloons for birthdays
Books at bedtime
Pigtails in the mirror
Practice at nine
Everything’s ok
Perfect and fine
I’m runnin on the wheel
I’m walkin’ a fine line
There was always that time that it wasn’t enough
Not enough stuff
From all up to down
Makin the rounds, talk was cheap
Never too deep
Hear the silent sounds
Starved for touch, so confused
How do I use
The sadness found
Candles for cakes
Swimmin’ at the pool
Sleep over tonight
Piano after school
Everything’s ok
Perfect and fine
I’m runnin on the wheel
I’m walkin’ a fine line
Further apart, it began to grow
Hitting new lows
All Around all success
Beginning to find the reasons why
Maybe I can try
To find more with less
Crossing lines with similar ways
Listening pays
When you must confess
Another class trip
A new prom dress
Learner’s permits
Bedrooms all a mess
Everything’s ok
Perfect and fine
I’m runnin’ on the wheel
I’m walkin’ a fine line
Eighth floor, downtown south
Sat on the couch
That’s my story
Twenty-eight years, now in the past
Gone so fast
Found my family
Blood lines, makin’ me whole
More to my soul
Living truthfully
Caps, gowns, and tassels
Traveling abroad
Acceptance with no hassles
Grad school on board
Everything’s ok
Perfect and fine
I’m standin’ on the wheel
No more a fine line
genre
Folk, Easy Listening, Singer-Songwriter
Reflective, Intimate, Soulful, Grounded
Well there’s only one place
Where her worries wash away
South of the border
Where tequila is made
That sun, sand and surf
She can’t get it off her mind
It’s always in Mexico
Day dreamin’ all the time
Now tucked away in Tulum
She found a little beach
Where the turtles swim around
And the palm trees reach
Out over the waves
That wash her footprints away
That’s one marguerita down
And one on the way
Mexico day dreamin’
It just takes her so far away
Mexico day dreamin’
Turns all her work right into play
There’s that memory from Cabo
That she can’t forget
The sangria was flowin’
And their eyes met
The lazy lights were draped over
That old town square
Dancin’ to mariachi
Runnin’ her hands through his hair
Mexico day dreamin’
It’s just reelin’ her all the way in
Mexico day dreamin’
Where all her feelins’ start to begin
Down in Puerto Vallarta
Where the sunsets are long
She was sippin on a pina colada
Beachcombin’ along
The starry night took over
Around the cozy camp fire
And her guitar startin’ strummin’
Singin’ songs about desire
Mexico day dreamin’
It just takes her to that special place
Mexico day dreamin’
Where all her troubles seem to erase
In San Miguel de Allende
Where the light meets the stone
There’s a little hacienda
Where she can be alone
The oil meets the canvas
While sippin’ tempranillo
And all the colors blend together
In that land called Mexico
Mexico day dreamin’
She can’t ever ever get enough
Mexico day dreamin’
It just fills her up with so much love
Mexico day dreamin’
It just takes her so far away
genre
Easy Listening, Rock & Roll
Hopeful, Uplifting, Playful, Quietly Joyful
Well there's a pretty little face
In a far away place
Where I wanna be
There's a certain type of girl
In some other world
That I gotta make see
Well I'm a crazy kinda guy
I don't really know why
But I'll see it through
To the other end
And back again
There's no gettin over you
It's about she and me
Even though we ain't free
We can be lost
Lost in destiny
Lost in destiny
Well she's sittin' over there
Pretendin' I don't care
But the eyes know differently
I walk on by With a winkin' eye
And we meet secretly
It's about she and me
Even though we ain't free
We can be lost
Lost in destiny
Lost in destiny
I don't want the sun, the moon or the stars
Just you, your smile where ever you are
Lets run to a place we call home
Eyes that meet, never alone
Well your busy days
And my past ways
Can't keep us apart
And the sugar that you give
And the way that you live
Makes such a sweet start
It's about she and me
Even though we ain't free
We can be lost
Oh lost
It's about she and me
Even though we ain't free
We can be lost
Lost, oh lost in destiny
Lost in destiny
Lost in destiny
I don't want the sun, the moon or the stars
Lost in destiny
Just you, your smile where ever you are
Lost in destiny
Lets run to a place we call home
Lost in destiny
Eyes that meet, never alone
genre
Folk, Bluegrass, Rock & Roll
Hopeful, Intimate, Heartfelt, Uplifting, Tender, Comforting
There’s a place
Where we were
Not long ago
There’s a place
It was hard
But it didn’t show
Back and forth
Tug and pull
Trying to make it right
Giving so much
But along every night
Then we met
It was odd
It took by surprise
For we could see
Something sad
Behind our smiling eyes
There was no control
In the midst
Of our complicated lives
There was no regret
As time reversed
Love dying on the vine
Together at last
Loneliness lost
Freedom from the past
Worth the cost
No more running fast
Our lines are forever crossed
The road was long
Time was slow
But we made the climb
To finding truth
And putting lies
Behind us in time
And no one knew
How really deep
The true love grew
It didn’t matter
It only changed
Our lines crossing to
Together at last
Loneliness lost
Freedom from the past
Worth the cost
No more running fast
Our lines are forever crossed
Lost in time
Where is the finish line?
Can we find
Those crossing lines?
Those crossing lines?
We had to step
Off the cliff
Of a broken past
Create a place
A new home
For the love to last
And every day
Every second
We share our eyes
Gives us hope
That we will never
Start asking each other why
Together at last
Loneliness lost
Freedom from the past
Worth the cost
No more running fast
Our lines are forever crossed
genre
Singer-Songwriter, Easy Listening
Nostalgic, Reflective, Intimate, Tender
When Spring did come, it was only for some
Locked behind bars, speaking of kingdom come
Take out your paper and pen, write to everyone
Fill in the margins ‘till thy work is done
Oh the masked man made his plea, a call for unity
But the sinner who walks to see, listen here he
It's an inescapable network of mutuality
Tide to a single garment called destiny
Oh open the letter of love
Dance in the jubilee
Rising from Birmingham
The cries of destiny
The search for one cause to oppose a civil pause
Unjust unheard, right and wrong laws
Tom you made your case of showing their flaws
And the quiet in his cell made his hands raw
Oh open the letter of love
Dance in the jubilee
Rising form Birmingham
The cries of destiny
Oh silence inside
Words fly by you
Oh voices outside
Words buy into the truth
Why we can't wait to feed the flicker of fate
Charging up and down, selling more hate
A shallow understanding of people of good will
Is a force to be reckoned with even still
Oh open the letter of love
Dance in the jubilee
Rising form Birmingham
The cries of destiny
Oh open the letter of love
Dance in the jubilee
Rising form Birmingham
The cries of destiny
genre
Folk, Singer-Songwriter
Gritty, Restless, Raw, Thoughtful
Met her on a business trip
In one of those Carolinas
She had on the pretty lipstick
That made my jets fly higher
Seemed to be so much chemistry
In that luxury hotel
And the gaps in reality
Led to some show and tell
There was a fancy dinner that night
And the crickets were chirpin’ just right
She said “Hold me, I’m cold.”
Then she told me
She’s got a 3-year-old
She’s got baggage
She’s got baggage
Well just like most guys go
I weren’t thinkin’ with my head
All those curves and that special hairdo
Led us straight to bed
There was so much electricity
In that big ‘ole marble bath
And the gas fireplace intensity
Well, you can do the math
And the gin and tonics don’t help
Because I should have felt
A stop with a big ‘ole skid
When she told me
She had three more kids
She’s got baggage
She’s got baggage
The tryst came to a close
And we said our goodbye’s
But texting is easy ya know
And she wasn’t very shy
I didn’t always answer
But she was a good sport
And I finally flew into meet her
In her hometown airport
Well, we swerved off the street
As I wrastled that kid’s car seat
Off came the clothes
Then I felt
A cold dog’s nose
She’s got baggage
She’s got baggage
Well I know what ya’ll are thinkin’
Your silence is speakin’
Run away, run fast
It ain’t gonna really last
She’s got baggage
She’s got baggage
Well there’s somethin’ about it all
That I couldn’t put my finger on
And that cold water in the shower stall
Made it linger on
Her eyes began to work
In very mysterious ways
The trance from that flirt
Turned my reptile brain to haze
I should’ve knew it from the damn start
That love ain’t very smart
My heart began to fall
For Julie
Baggage and all
She’s got baggage
She’s got baggage
I’ve got baggage
I got baggage
We’ve got baggage
genre
Country
Reflective, Laid-Back, Honest, Playful