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BORROWED TIME 

WORDS & MUSIC; JACKIE CARLYLE 

© 2021 

V1 

TIMES WHEN THINGS WERE EXCITING 

YOUNG GIRLS WITH CURLY HANDWRITING 

BEST FRIENDS, BACK BITING 

LAUGHING, CRYING 

V2 

SWEET DREAMS OF FAR AWAY PLACES 

SHININ WHITE KNIGHTS WITH BRACES 

YEAR BOOKS, FACES WITH 

SMILES MADE OF SILVER LININGS 

C 

EASY TO SAY 

THERE'S PLENTY OF TIME 

I'LL PAY TOMORROW 

FOR TIME I CAN BORROW TODAY 

V3 

HIGH SCHOOL DANCES AND PARTIES 

COLLEGE DORMS AND SORORITIES 

BACK SEAT HEATED ROMANCES 

SKIPPING CLASSES 

V4 

FUTURES QUICKLY CHANGED COURSES 

MARRIAGE, BABIES, DIVORCES 

JOBS WE  COULDN'T STAND 

WARS IN FOREIGN LANDS 

C 

EASY TO SAY 

THERE'S PLENTY OF TIME 

I'LL PAY TOMORROW 

FOR TIME I CAN BORROW TODAY 

B 

DUSTY CORNERS IN CLOSETS, 

(MUSTY ATTICS) ('N) COB WEBS 

YOUR FIRST BANK DEPOSITS 

TOYS AND STRANGE OBJECTS 

 

BROWN LABELED BOXES 

ONE SHOE ON THE FLOOR 

A HALF FINISHED PROJECT 

FROM JOE'S HOBBY STORE 

V 

PARENTS WHO NEVER CHILLED 

BITCHED ABOUT FOOTING THE BILLS 

MAKING MOUNTAINS OF MO HILLS 

AND HAVING FITS 

 

TRYIN TO TOSS HEAVY BOULDERS 

PLACING OLD HEADS ON YOUNG SHOULDERS 

TOLD US WE'D UNDERSTAND 

WHEN WE HAD KIDS 

C 

EASY TO SAY 

THERE'S PLENTY OF TIME 

I'LL PAY TOMORROW 

FOR TIME I CAN BORROW TODAY 

 

EASY TO SAY 

THERE'S PLENTY OF TIME 

I'LL PAY FOR TOMORROW 

FOR TIME I CAN BORROW TODAY

 

                        NORTHEASTERN MORNINGS 

                        (Wish You Were Here) 

                                 WORDS & MUSIC; 

                                       © 2021     Jackie Carlyle 

V1 

NORTHEASTERN MORNINGS, SNOW ON THE AWNINGS 

FLOATING THROUGH AIR LIKE FEATHERS FROM PILLOWS 

LAYING IN BED STRETCHING AND YAWNING 

RISING AND FALLING LIKE BRANCHES ON WILLOWS 

V2 

I PULL THE COMFORTER OVER OUR HEADS 

CURLING AROUND YOU LIKE RIBBONS AND CORD 

FINALLY LET LOOSE TO FIX YOU A BREAKFAST 

JUMPING FROM BED TO THE WARM WOODEN FLOOR 

C 

And ooh WHEN I SMELL OAK TREES AND PINE 

IT TOUCHS MY SPIRIT AND TRIGGERS OLD FEELINGS 

DO "THEY" -  STILL -  BUILD HOMES - WITH -  LOW, ANGLED CEILINGS 

BASEMENTS AND ATTICS, STEEP STAIRWAYS TO CLIMB 

 

AND SPACE UNDERNEATH WITH PLACES TO HIDE 

LIKE THESE NORTHEASTERN MEMORIES OF MINE 

V3 

GOING OUTSIDE BUNDLED IN WOOL 

SNOW COVERED MUMMIES ON BRAND NEW RED SLEDS 

SLIDING DOWN HILLS ON LITTLE KID TUMMIES 

COMING BACK HOME TO FRESHLY BAKED BREAD 

C 

And ooh WHEN I SMELL OAK TREES AND PINE 

IT TOUCHS MY SPIRIT AND TRIGGERS OLD FEELINGS 

DO "THEY" -  STILL BUILD HOMES -  WITH -  LOW, ANGLED CEILINGS 

BASEMENTS AND ATTICS, STEEP STAIRWAYS TO CLIMB 

 

AND SPACE UNDERNEATH WITH PLACES TO HIDE 

LIKE THESE NORTHEASTERN MEMORIES OF MINE 

B 

YOUR LAUGH SO INFECTIOUS 

DISARMING DIRECTNESS 

I CAN'T GET YOU OUT OF MY MIND 

LIKE THESE NORTHEASTERN MEMORIES OF MINE 

C 

And ooh WHEN I SMELL OAK TREES AND PINE 

IT TOUCHES MY SPIRIT AND TRIGGERS OLD FEELINGS 

DO "THEY" - STILL- BUILD HOMES - WITH - LOW, ANGLED CEILINGS 

BASEMENTS AND ATTICS, STEEP STAIRWAYS TO CLIMB 

 

AND SPACE UNDERNEATH WITH PLACES TO HIDE 

LIKE THESE NORTHEASTERN MEMORIES OF MINE

 

 

 

 

HE WAS A CARPENTER 

BY; JACKIE CARLYLE ©2017 

V1 

HE WAS A CARPENTER 
THE HAMMER AND THE NAIL TOOLS OF HIS TRADE 
I LOVE WHAT HE MADE 

HE WORKED THE WOOD  
EVERY SPLINTER THAT HE TOOK WAS A LESSON IN A BOOK 
ON THE MANY GRAINS OF WOOD 

A REVERENT EXCHANGE 
A PIECE OF FLESH, A NICK OF THE BLADE 

CHORUS 

HE WAS AN HONEST MAN WITH STRONG AND CALLOUSED HANDS 
HE BUILT A HOUSE OF FAITH WITH GENTLE WORDS OF GRACE 
THE SWEAT UPON HIS FACE WAS WATER FOR THE CLAY 
AND HIS BLOOD BECAME THE MORTAR THAT SEALED EACH STONE IN PLACE 

V2 

HE WAS A CARPENTER  
HE PATCHED THE FRACTURED HEART OF LONG ABANDONED SOULS  
WHERE SICKNESS MADE A HOME 

THE MIGHTY TORCH OF TRUTH  
WHO SEARCHED WITHIN THE CAVES THAT HOUSED THE ILL AT EASE 
THE RAGGED MEN AND THIEVES 

THE CUP OF GOD DIVINE 
HE'D TAKE YOUR TEARS AND TURN THEM INTO WINE 

CHORUS 

HE WAS AN HONEST MAN WITH STRONG AND CALLOUSED HANDS 
HE BUILT A HOUSE OF FAITH WITH GENTLE WORDS OF GRACE 
THE SWEAT UPON HIS FACE WAS WATER FOR THE CLAY 
AND HIS BLOOD BECAME THE MORTAR THAT SEALED EACH STONE IN PLACE 

BRIDGE 

HE WENT OUT LIKE HE CAME IN BY THE TOOLS OF HIS TRADE 
THE HAMMER AND THE NAIL AND WOOD PREORDAINED  
EVERY SPLINTER THAT HE TOOK IS A WORD IN OUR BOOK 
EVERY CHURCH THAT WE BUILD HAS A CROSS MADE OF WOOD 

CHORUS 

HE WAS AN HONEST MAN WITH STRONG AND CALLOUSED HANDS 
HE BUILT A HOUSE OF FAITH WITH GENTLE WORDS OF GRACE 
THE SWEAT UPON HIS FACE WAS WATER FOR THE CLAY 
AND HIS BLOOD BECAME THE MORTAR THAT SEALED EACH STONE IN PLACE

SCULPTURES MADE OF AIR 

Jackie Carlyle ©2001 

IN BETWEEN MY FINGERS SHAPES GO SWIRLING BY 
LIKE BUTTERFLIES THEY CRAWL UNTIL THEY BREAK THEIR FORMS AND FLY 
SOUNDS CURL AROUND SILVER STRINGS LIKE GOLDEN STRANDS OF HAIR 
I SIT INSIDE MY ROOM AND MAKE SCULPTURES OUT OF AIR 

A THOUGHT IS JUST A THOUGHT, NOTHING BUT A VAPOR 
UNTIL YOU GIVE IT SHAPE OR PUT IT DOWN ON PAPER 
YOU MUST MOLD ALL YOU'RE REVEALING IF YOU WANT TO HOLD THAT FEELING  
FOR YOU ARE ITS CREATOR, YOU ARE ITS CREATOR 

ALL THAT REALLY MATTERS IS HOW WE LIVE OUR LIVES 
SOME MEN CREATE SUCH MISERY AND SOME WILL SACRIFICE 
THERE’S THE HOLY MAN WHO CHANTS THE THIEF AND MILLIONAIRE 
THEY ALL MAKE THEIR SPECIAL SCULPTURES OUT OF AIR 

I WATCH A CANDLE GLOW TILL THE WICK HAS DIED 
STILL I SEE IT BURNING WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES 
NOBODY CAN TELL ME THAT THERE'S NOTHING THERE 
I CAN TURN THAT FLAME INTO A SCULPTURE MADE OF AIR 

A THOUGHT IS JUST A THOUGHT, NOTHING BUT A VAPOR 
UNTIL YOU GIVE IT SHAPE OR PUT IT DOWN ON PAPER 
YOU MUST MOLD ALL YOU'RE REVEALING IF YOU WANT TO HOLD THAT FEELING  
FOR YOU ARE ITS CREATOR, YOU ARE ITS CREATOR 

ALL THAT REALLY MATTERS IS HOW WE LIVE OUR LIVES 
SOME MEN CREATE SUCH MISERY AND SOME WILL SACRIFICE 
THERE’S THE HOLY MAN WHO CHANTS THE THIEF AND MILLIONAIRE 
THEY ALL MAKE THEIR SPECIAL SCULPTURES OUT OF AIR

                                                                                                     ASHES AND URNS 

JACKIE CARLYLE © 2001 

V1 

I’VE BEEN A COLLECTOR ALL MY LIFE 
STRANGE THINGS CATCH MY EYE 
COBALT BLUE BOTTLES ONCE LINED MY SINK 
THEY BECAME GOOD FRIENDS OF MINE 

THE FLEA MARKET HOLDS THE SAME KIND OF PLEASURE 
AS TOYS IN A FIVE AND TEN   
ONE MAN'S JUNK IS ANOTHER MAN'S TREASURE 
TO LOVE ALL OVER AGAIN  

CHORUS 

THE SUN RISES THE SUN SETS, THE WORLD STILL TURNS 
BETWEEN THE ROSES AND THE REGRETS 
WHAT WE FORGIVE AND WHAT WE FORGET 
LIFE HAS A POLICY OF NO RETURNS, 

SO NOW I COLLECT -- ASHES AND URNS 

V2 

I HATE TO HAGGLE FOR SOMETHING I WANT 
IT TAKES THE JOY OUT OF ME 
LIKE THOSE WHO COME WITH WAY TOO MUCH BAGGAGE 
WITH NOTHING INSIDE TO SEE 

SOME FOLKS ARE CHEAP WITH ALL OF THEIR FEELINGS 
DON'T SEEM TO HAVE A CLUE 
GUESS YOU CAN'T GIVE WHAT YOU DON'T HAVE 
THEY ONLY KNOW HOW TO USE

CHORUS 

THE SUN RISES THE SUN SETS, THE WORLD STILL TURNS 
BETWEEN THE ROSES AND THE REGRETS 
WHAT WE FORGIVE AND WHAT WE FORGET 
LIFE HAS A POLICY OF NO RETURNS, 

NOW I COLLECT -- ASHES AND URNS 

BRIDGE 

AND, LOVE, LOVE'S, NOT A - TRANSIENT HIGH 
IT'S NOT JUST A SHORT LIVED MIRAGE 
AND TOYS DON'T REPLACE FEELINGS UN-FACED 
THEY JUST MAKE A CLUTTERED GARAGE 

 CHORUS 

THE SUN RISES THE SUN SETS, THE WORLD STILL TURNS 
BETWEEN THE ROSES AND THE REGRETS 
WHAT WE FORGIVE AND WHAT WE FORGET 
LIFE HAS A POLICY OF NO RETURNS, 

SO I SET FREE -- ASHES AND URNS 

 

IN THE SOFTEST LIGHT

WORDS & MUSIC; JACKIE CARLYLE

V1

 

 

GUIDE ME ON A GENTLE PATH IF THE ROAD SHOULD BEND

HELP ME TO FIND PEACE OF MIND AND STRENGTH TO RISE AGAIN

MAY THE ANGELS KEEP ME SAFE THROUGH THE DARKEST NIGHT

SO I MAY WAKE TO SEE YOUR FACE, IN THE SOFTEST LIGHT 

 V2

WHEN SHADOWS COME AND RAINDROPS FALL PLEASE OPEN UP MY CLOUDS

I AM HUMBLE I AM SMALL WASH AWAY MY DOUBTS

MAY YOU TOUCH ME WITH YOUR GRACE AND HOLD ME BY YOUR SIDE

SO I MAY WAKE TO SEE YOUR FACE, IN THE SOFTEST LIGHT

BRIDGE

MAY I LIVE A RIGHTEOUS LIFE AND NOT CLING TO FALSE PRIDE

YET HONOR WHAT I FEEL IS RIGHT SO I CAN SLEEP AT NIGHT

V3

OPEN UP THIS WEARY SOUL AND HOPEFULLY IN TIME

I CAN LEND A TENDER TOUCH TO JUST ONE TROUBLED MIND

NEVER WAIVER IN MY FAITH SO ON THE OTHER SIDE

I CAN WAKE TO SEE YOUR FACE, IN THE SOFTEST LIGHT

 

 

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"I'M A DEEP FEELING SOUL"

©JACKIE CARLYLE; 2019

 

I'M A DEEP FEELING SOUL I ROLL WITH A PUNCH

WHEN I FALL FROM THE VINE I MAKE WINE WHEN I'M CRUSHED 

AND I'M TOUCHED BY THE LORD WHEN MY DAY MEETS THE DUSK

WHEN I FALL FROM THE VINE I MAKE WINE WHEN I'M CRUSHED

 

IN DEAFENING CHATTER AND SWEET SOLITUDE

I'VE LEARNED MANY TIMES THAT I'M NOT SHATTERPROOF

AND I KNOW I'LL HIT DIRT TILL THE DAY I AM DUST

WHEN I FALL FROM THE VINE I MAKE WINE WHEN I'M CRUSHED

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                     

PROJECT FOR HOSPICE

"INTO THE LIGHT"

WRITTEN BY;

JACKIE CARLYLE

BRUCE MICHAEL MILLER

 

Sung by; Dr. John Mulder and Tricia Walker

Produced by; Dr. John Mulder and Tricia Walker

 

 https://youtu.be/Yu6rEn4AyVo

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