charity

We got this one in one take-which is fitting because I wrote it in less than 5 minutes. I don't recall who it is about but I have my suspicions.

Morning cuts so gentle and low through curtains in an open window
There's no telling how much further you can go
Before you're dancing with skeletons and ghosts

So won't you come back down you've been high too long
On solid ground landing here where you belong
And don't look down on all these wrongs without charity

The highwire has been your home above these broken streets up there on your own looking out across this great unknown knowing that you have to walk this line alone home

adjala

Adjala is a township not far from where I live. Recorded two takes, this is number two. At Puck's Farm you can look out and see Adjala township--I was so happy that this song was recorded there. I don't pronounce Adjala the way the locals do.

Adjala sweet songs ringing like a silver horn blasting across the fields home out on the highway sunsets flashing violet and crimson like a drifter's soul

And all your troubles come up calling and all your worries get carried so high Adjala step from your fortress won't stop this darkness until
You let yourself shine

Adjala moonlit river weeping willow behind the driving shed tornadoes twisting paradigms shifting rain squall lifting off this tired land

All songs copyright Andrew Walker © SOCAN 2002

charity
adjala
slow turn around
land of no goodbyes
the fence
finesse
old 81
seven years
still comin on
my heart wanders