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Do Not Rush the Dawn

by Scott Simpson

Stylistically diverse acoustic tales of sleep and dreams and memory and loss and open-eyed love
Genre: Folk: Fingerstyle
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1. Do Not Rush the Dawn
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2. I Still Love You
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3. Gifted
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4. When You Were Here
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5. Hello Mr. Martin
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6. Poor Old Jed
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7. Horses
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8. Kickin' Calf
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9. Jeff Davis Pie
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10. Bugsy
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Do Not Rush the Dawn
Music and Lyrics by Scott Simpson

Something’s been asleep in me
like filtered sun on the river rocks,
like quiet breeze, almost still leaves
or the faint hint of wild pasque.
Oh, something’s been asleep in me.
What it is, I do not ask,
but I let it sleep, let it dream
oh, let it dream…
Do not rush the dawn.

Something is at last at rest
like tattered kites on the back porch shelves
like arguments worn down to tears,
empty pulpits… broken bells…
Something is at last at rest
birds have fallen silent now
beneath their wings no hunger sings…
no hunger sings…
Do not rush the dawn.

And I will close these eyes
still my fear
let my heart grow wise
love draws near…
midnight makes the perfect mirror
of this muddy and troubled pond,
so do not rush the dawn,
do not rush the dawn,
do not rush the dawn,
do not rush the dawn.

Something’s been asleep in me
like filtered sun on the river rocks,
but I let it sleep, let it dream
oh, let it dream…
Do not rush the dawn.

And I will close these eyes
still my fear
let my heart grow wise
love draws near…
midnight makes the perfect mirror
of this muddy and troubled pond,
so do not rush the dawn.

And I will close these eyes
still my fear
let my heart grow wise
love draws near…
midnight makes the perfect mirror
of this muddy and troubled pond,
so do not rush the dawn,
do not rush the dawn,
do not rush the dawn,
do not rush the dawn.


I Still Love You
Music and Lyrics by Mark Baldridge, Arrangement, Scott Simpson


If you only knew what I’d do for you,
nothing could come between us.
See yourself through my eyes—
you’re my prize,
Oh, nothing could come between us.

Oh the haunting fears
that play upon your ears
make you think I can’t love you,
but there’s nothing I can’t do…
nothing I can’t do.

Through the raging storm
you’ll be safe and warm,
my arms around you.
Feel the pull of the tide
it fills you up from the inside,
Let my love surround you.

Ah the haunting fears
that play upon your ears
don’t let them come inside—
I’m a safe place to hide,
to hide, a safe place to hide.

Troublesome times are here
but do not fear,
do not fear…
When you doubt
will you stay and fight it out?
Stay, and fight it out.
A prisoner for years
held by haunting fears,
you have cause to doubt…

Oh, but the rock and trees
lakes, skies and seas
are telling you the truth:
I still love you.
Love you… love you.

Oh, but the rock and trees
lakes, skies and seas
are telling you the truth,
if you only knew…
if you only knew…
if you only knew.


Gifted
Music and Lyrics by Scott Simpson


The puppy, the raindrop,
the blade of grass
a playmate, an ocean,
a bridge to the past…
the eyes of the child
are filled with ways
to spin gold of gum wrappers,
to make centuries of days…

I have been gifted from birth
to live on this planet called Earth

The shyness, the smile,
the girl with blonde hair
across the room,
the curious stare
your hand in mine,
the warmth of love’s touch
one being of two,
so little, so much…

I have been gifted by you
and all things old are made new,
made new…

(Instrumental Verse)

Grandfather, your daughter,
my mother, my source
your eyes dim with seeing,
still steer the good course
this long line of vessels
travels dawn to dusk
‘til we’re one with the ocean,
all driftwood and rust…

We have been gifted with sails
with stars and harbors and gales
an Armada of family and friends—
the gift of horizons that never end

Never end… Never end…
The gift of horizons that never end.





When You Were Here
Music by Scott Simpson, Lyrics by Max G. Merchen and Scott Simpson


I heard the river call my name
to the place where we had lain
beneath the distant stars.

And so I sat on rain-soaked grass
thinking of the evening past
and of the words we shared.

It isn’t sorrow that I feel
I have no hurts that need to heal,
just a guarded emptiness.

But sunshine follows morning rain
and dries the tear into a stain—
a mottled memory of you.

What will come no one can say
I know the things for which I pray…
If it be your will…
if it be your will…
if it be your will…


Should my hopes and dreams not come true
I know that “no” is an answer too…
I’ll have to wait and see.

What will come no one can say
I know the things for which I pray…
If it be your will…
if it be your will…
if it be your will…
If it be your will…
if it be your will…
if it be your will…


I heard the river call my name
but it didn’t sound the same
as when you were here…
when you were here…

when you were here.



Hello Mr. Martin
Music by Scott Simpson


(Instrumental)



Poor Old Jed
Music by Scott Simpson, Lyrics by Max G. Merchen and Scott Simpson


Poor old Jed
well, he died today.
He was eighty-eight
so they say.
Funeral’s gonna be
right away…
He didn’t have no kinfolk.

Poor old Jed,
Poor old Jed,
he didn’t have no kinfolk.
Poor old Jed,
Poor old Jed,
he didn’t have no kinfolk.

He didn’t have
a whole lotta loot, naw,
Just an old gold watch
and a flannel suit.
An old hound dog
and a cat to boot, yeah
but he didn’t have no kinfolk.

Poor old Jed,
Poor old Jed,
he didn’t have no kinfolk.
Poor old Jed,
Poor old Jed,
he didn’t have no kinfolk.
(Instrumental)

His old shack
well it was built of stone
his front yard there was overgrown
yeah, he lived there
he lived there all alone,
he didn’t have no kinfolk.

Poor old Jed,
Poor old Jed,
he didn’t have no kinfolk.
Poor old Jed,
Poor old Jed,
he didn’t have no kinfolk.
(Instrumental)

Today they laid him in the ground,
see, the folks are comin’
see the folks are comin’
from miles around.
Nobody gonna let old Jed down now,
no, no…
he didn’t have no kinfolk.

Poor old Jed,
Poor old Jed,
he didn’t have no kinfolk.
Poor old Jed,
Poor old Jed,
he didn’t have no kinfolk.
Poor old Jed,
Poor old Jed,
he didn’t have no kinfolk.



Horses
Music and Lyrics by Mark Baldridge, Arrangement, Scott Simpson


I had a dream
and you were in it.
You held horses
waiting for me:
two horses
black with white stars
on their foreheads,
oh, what can it mean?

You carried water
and I carried bread
we rode your horses
as we fed
and the water,
it tasted of cream.
We rode your horses
down to the sea.

And the last time
that I saw you,
you were letting the horses
run free.
I reached to touch you
and awoke in my bed,
I found I’d been weeping
oh it was a dream…

All that next day
I felt just out of sight,
You were waiting
with horses…
for me.



Kickin’ Calf
Music by Scott Simpson, Lyrics by Max G. Merchen and Scott Simpson

Like a Pilgrim to the Guru
You came looking for advice.
You want to know what to do
Before you roll the dice.
The Game of Love’s a gamble, son,
Each time you take a chance
Every day a heart is lost or won
In the Crapshoot called romance.
You want to know if she’s the one
When she sets your heart a-flutter,
Or will she just use you up
Then throw you in the gutter?

Oh, You can call me crazy
You can call me daft
But in the hard-knock school of Love
I’m the master of this craft.
You may think it’s funny,
Yeah, go ahead and laugh.
But just remember son,
A kickin’ cow’s gonna raise a kickin’ calf.

Will you be her Shining Knight,
Her one and only shmo?
Or will her fancy just take flight
There’s just one way to know.
There’s just one place you have to look
That will tell you like no other.
Before the hook is set
Get to know her mother.
You want to know if she’s the one
When she sets your soul a-flame,
Or will she just burn you
like love was just a game?

You can call me crazy,
You can call me daft
But in the hard-knock school of Love
I’m the master of this craft.
You may think it’s funny,
Yeah, go ahead and laugh.
But just remember son,
A kickin’ cow’s gonna raise a kickin’ calf.

Listen to the childhood tales
Spilling from her sister,
Respect her father, befriend her brother,
Just don’t tell them that you kissed her.
If you truly want to see
The kind of woman she will be
From a source that’s like no other,
You’ve got to get to know her mother.
So before you set your mouth in gear
And ask her to say “I do,”
Take a look in the Mother Mirror—
There’s your future staring back at you!

You can call me crazy,
You can call me daft
But in the hard-knock school of Love
I’m the master of this craft.
You may think it’s funny,
Yeah, go ahead and laugh.
Just remember that I warned you,
Gonna raise a kickin’ calf…
You can call me crazy,
You can call me daft
But in the hard-knock school of Love
I’m the master of this craft.
You may think it’s funny,
Go ahead and laugh.
But just remember son,
A kickin’ cow’s gonna raise a kickin’ calf.
A kickin’ calf… A kickin’ calf…
A kickin’ calf…
Yeah, a kickin’ cow’s gonna raise a kickin’ calf.



Jeff Davis Pie
Music and Lyrics by Scott Simpson


Well Mamma called me up 'n said,
"It's your grandma's birthday son, so you 'n
Sheryl need to come--- and bring the girls."
She said that it was 80 years since
Grandma'd taken her first breath,
and a party with all the family'd "mean the world..."
Well 80 years is a
long time to hang around
if you count your age by time.
But Grandma's 80 years was like a
small slice of her Jeff Davis pie,
and we all think a second 80'd be just fine!
Well, Grandma came from Arkansas 'n
that's where she me my grandpa 'n
they had three daughters--- each ten years apart.
She cooked the meals 'n washed the clothes
and I think she even had time to sew
a dress or two or three or forty-four.
Well 80 years is a
long time to hang around
if you count your age by time.
But Grandma's 80 years was like a
small slice of her Jeff Davis pie,
and we all think a second 80'd be just fine!
Now I remember trips across the mountain,
'round about Christmas time---
that queasy feelin' when we took a curve too fast.
But I remember pullin' up to that
screened-in porch and thinkin' we'd surprise 'em
'till my brother let the screen door slam.
I remember cinnamon rolls and eatin' raw dough
and old lipsticks in the bottom drawer
and that big steel bed that squeaked beneath my head...
And those gas room-heaters and the magnifying mirror
and that plastic-shrunken-head souvenir
and coleslaw and toastin' buttery bread...
And the time that Grandpa gave me a gun
and I shot that squirrel that was old as the sun
and Grandma softened him up in a dumplin' stew...
And when we'd go to church she'd pass
around the Certs after service, then we'd
all go home to eat 'n sleep till 2, or 3 or 4 or 5 or..
80 years is a
long time to hang around
if you count your age by time.
But Grandma's 80 years was like a
small slice of her Jeff Davis pie,
and we all think a second 80'd be just fine!
Now, some people like to QUANTIFY
and graph their lives like pieces of pie
and subdivide their story like a book.
But 80's just a number...
and don't it make you wonder
why somebody'd slice up a pie if it's just for looks?
You best dig right in, cause…
80 years is a
long time to hang around
if you count your age in time.
But Grandma's 80 years was like a
little bitty slice of her Jeff Davis pie,
and we all think a second 80'd be just fine!
Cause the spice of life sure ain't time---No, it's Grandma 'n Grandpa 'n Jeff Davis pie.



Bugsy
Music and Lyrics by Scott Simpson

She’s right there by my head
It’s not a double, it’s a queen-sized bed.
She’s got a funny little snore
when she sleeps
and a little black nose to sniff out
the secrets that she keeps.
It don’t matter how my day
ducked and dodged me,
she’s right there with her
warm little body.
I sit down, she’s up in my lap
licking off my worries
‘til she curls up for a nap.
Bugsy, Bugsy, Bugsy girl
you’ve got my heart,
I’ve got the whole wide world.
See, there ain’t no judgment
in your wide-open eyes,
you take what’s given
and you tell no lies.
It’s real, you’re an
understated party…
it don’t matter if we’re early
or we’re tardy.
You sniff out love
and you jump up for a treat.
You get so excited
you can’t stay on your feet.
Oh Bugsy girl, come on up here,
let me whisper in your ear…
You know I love you Bugsy,
Bugsy girl…
Bugsy, Bugsy, Bugsy girl.
Now some things in life
have their price,
you plunk down your change
and you think that’s nice,
but there’re some friendships
that just can’t be bought,
they’re freely given and they’re
freely sought.
Me, I love the furry kind
a little cold on the nose
and waggly on the behind.
Yeah little Bugsy’s just as
good as they get.
I ain’t seen none that could
match her yet, no.
Bugsy, Bugsy, Bugsy girl
you’ve got my heart,
I’ve got the whole wide world.
See, there ain’t no judgment
in your wide-open eyes,
you take what’s given
and you tell no lies.
It’s real, you’re an
ankle-high army—
I see you coming and you
always disarm me.
I’ve got to smile when you
run that way,
your legs like springs
when the big dogs play.
Well, you sniff at the flowers
and you chew at the grass;
you never let a single
morsel pass.
You’ve got a hunger
just puts me to shame.
makes me happy just to speak
your name.
Bugsy, won’t you come up here
let me whisper in your ear…
You know I love you Bugsy,
Bugsy girl…
Bugsy, Bugsy, Bugsy girl.
Bugsy, Bugsy, Bugsy girl.
Bugsy, Bugsy, Bugsy girl
you’ve got my heart,
I’ve got the whole wide world.
See, there ain’t no judgment
in your wide-open eyes,
you take what’s given
and you tell no lies.
Bugsy, Bugsy, Bugsy girl.



Copyright 2014 Scott Simpson & Dancin' Moon
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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