Lyrics:

Paradise…Right Here   
B. Phaneuf   2006     

Barbara Phaneuf- guitar & vocal
Seth Connelly- bass & lead guitar  

Sun goes down behind the trees
Just like it did the day before
Then the moon comes up, still a mystery
How it pulls that tide to shore and back again
Street lights come on in a small town
Gas station boys lock up and peel out
And I say
Hey hey yeah, hey hey yeah, hey hey yeah,
This is paradise right here 

Every morning I go out walking
Before I leave I feed the fire
Then I plant my feet on the path of glory
Stop by the cathedral in the pines
Chainsaw’s been cutting down the crosses
Christ crashes to the ground, timber
And I say
Hey hey yeah, hey hey yeah, hey hey yeah,
This is paradise right
Here      We are the hungry
Here      We are the poor
Here      We are the crippled
Crawling through the narrow gate on a hard, hard road 

There’s a meeting at the hardware store
Talking about nails and paint and war
And how those numbers are never lucky
Fools throwing money out the door
Strange cat comes scratching at the back screen
Hangs up his coat tells us a joke then he’s gone 

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A Leg To Stand On    B. Phaneuf 2006

 Barbara Phaneuf- guitar & vocal
Seth Connelly- upright bass

 If I had a leg to stand on you know where I’d go?
Down this crowded hallway and out that front door
Then I’d get on a train to take me south
Back to Mississippi and the catfish mouth 

Got a line, got a pole
Crumpled hat, leaky boat
Feel the sun on my skin
Don’t even care if the fish ain’t bitin 

How did I ever get so far off course?
I met a pretty girl from the north
She passed away-86
Now I’m staring out the window dreamin’ of this 

Lorna doones …lemonade
Settin back on a summer day
I never been a bingo man
I’ll just sit here with my memories
If you don’t mind m’am 

Night comes, frogs sing
Stars shining in the stream
So fine to rest my head
On a sweet ole’ pine tree bed

 Days went by so sweet and slow
With a leg to stand on and nowhere to go  

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Garden of Communication    B. Phaneuf 2006

Barbara Phaneuf- guitar & vocal
Seth Connelly- upright bass

 For Rachel 

Something’s in the air I feel it
Passing on a summer breeze
Can’t quite put my finger on it
When I do it disappears 

Someone’s in the room I feel her
Standing at my side
Hey, it’s someone that I knew once
And she’s come to say goodbye, goodbye
And watch me fly……. 

I was thinking of an old friend
Then he passed me in his car
Some say this is coincidental
Others think it’s so bizarre 

Like what about the total stranger
Don’t I know you from somewhere?
Oh, I met you in the Stone Age
What have you done to your hair, your hair…? 

It’s lovely in the garden, such a pretty place
Sharing conversation, communicate
Communion…………………hello 

And it all adds up to nothing
Which is everything I hear
When you have a funny feeling
A visitation could be near      Or not. 

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Main Street         B. Phaneuf  2006

Barbara Phaneuf- guitar & vocals 
Seth Connelly- fretless bass 

We’ve got a main street here, nothing special
Narrow roads, worn out lines, cracked blacktop
We’ve got a main street here, nothing special
An all night store, a one-night stand, and an antique shop 

Most of us are trying to do what God wants us to do
Most of us are trying to find our way
Most of us are trying to do what God wants us to do
What does God want us to do anyway? 

Main street here, nothing special
Cars, trucks, busy people doing their jobs
Main street here, nothing special
Beer delivery tying up traffic at the corner bar 

And hey yeah the cannons are firing
All the flags are flying and the
Saints are driving on
Can you hear the mothers sighing,
Dogs barking and the kids crying?
Hey it’s another night alone 

On Main street here, nothing special
Sidewalk charm, curb appeal, well-kept lawns
Main Street here, nothing special
Church bells ring calling all the seagulls home 

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Emilio’s Flower Song       B. Phaneuf 2006

Barbara Phaneuf- guitar & vocals
Seth Connelly- lead guitar & bass 

You only gotta be a flower
Only gotta be a flower
Only gotta be a flower for this life 

Give a bee a little honey
Give a bee a little honey
Give a bee a little honey for your life 

Sitting in the sun, sitting in the moonshine
Sitting in the sunshine now
Sitting in the sun, sitting in the moonshine
Sitting in the sunshine now
You only gotta be a flower
Only gotta be a flower 

When the rain comes down on thee
Open up your withered leaves
And take a lovely drop of water
Take a lovely drop of water
Take a lovely drop of water for your life 

If you blossom as a weed
Make it glorious indeed
And brighten up the world with color
Brighten up the world with color
Brighten up the world with color
For your life 

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Move Over Darlin’         B. Phaneuf 2006

 Barbara Phaneuf- Guitar & vocals
Seth Connelly- Bass & lead guitar 

Move over darlin’ make some room
In that big old bed for me
I’m coming home from Texas
Coming in through Tennessee 

Traveling down the highway
Footloose and fancy free as I wanna be
But I’d rather put these miles behind me
Stopping only for gasoline 

And all those warm nights under the stars
Sitting ‘round the campfire singing
But I missed your smile all the while
I was thinking ‘bout those arms- I was leaving 

There’s nothing like an old fool acting like a young mule
kickin up her heels
Hell-bent on arriving
holding on to that driving wheel 

and poor lonesome me counting the hours
wasting all of my time dreaming
of the moment when I’d see you again
you know I saddled up that car,  I was speeding! 

Move over darlin’ make some room
in that big old bed for me
I’m coming home from Texas
Coming in through Tennessee
I’ve been down to Kerrville crossed that Mason-Dixon line
Now I’m coming home this old Yankee
Move over darlin’ make some room in that bed for me 

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Everything’s Changed        B. Phaneuf    2006

Barbara Phaneuf- Guitar & vocals
Seth Connelly- Upright Bass 

Sunshine some rain
Each day seems the same
But it’s different
Everything’s changed 

The smile on my face
Familiar to acquaintances
But it’s different
Everything’s changed 

Fire rages
Out of control
Down to smoldering embers
Reminds me we’re always moving on 

The path so steep
Feels rock steady 'neath my feet
But it’s different
Everything’s changed 

Ball of illusion
Grasp and it’s gone
Constant, constant evolution
Reminds me we’re all just moving on
Move on 

Sunshine   a little rain
Each day seems the same
But it’s different
Everything’s changed 

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The Stone Did Roll         B. Phaneuf 2006

Barbara Phaneuf- guitars & vocals
Seth Connelly- bass  

Take a look into the mirror
Who’s to blame? The buck stops here
And who’s the fairest of them all?
That little fly upon the wall 

So who’s gonna love you when you’re past your prime?
Who’s gonna wanna be your valentine?
Who’s gonna kiss you when you’ve got a cold?
Who’ll hold you steady when you’re growing old? 

Bless my soul the stone did roll

 Sun shines on the bad and good
Everybody’s name in the big book
Nothing is the way it seems
Living in a world of dreams 

So who’ll have the money when the bills need paying?
Who’ll understand anything you’re saying?
Who’s gonna chase you when you’re runnin scared?
Who’s gonna fix you and comb your hair? 

Bless my soul the stone did roll 

Who’ll put you back together when you fall apart?
Who’s gonna mend your battered heart?
Who will protect you on a long dark night?
Who’ll shine a candle when you’ve got no light?

Bless my soul the stone did roll 

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Flower Moon          B. Phaneuf    2006

Barbara  Phaneuf- Guitar & vocals
Seth Connelly- Upright Bass, nylon string guitar 

For Emily- love, Great Grandma 

Would you like to fly? Do you want to sing?
Well, my sweet child I can show you
How to do these things 

Come here by my side, let me shine a light
Whisper goodbye
And you can say hello, hello 

With the flower moon shining on your brow
Safely you’ve arrived and safely I can go
Winter into spring, how the life goes on
And It’s with deep joy I’m giving you my song 

There will be no wire, there will be no wing
Sometimes you’re going to call my name 

There will be no choir, there will be no strings
Sometimes you’re going to call my name 

In a little time I’ll tell you all I know
About this sweet earth
And how the rivers flow
Honey to the bee, petal to the ground
With the flower moon
To guide the weary home 

With the flower moon
Love you to the moon and back love you to the moon and back
With the flower moon 

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May My Shoes         B. Phaneuf 2006

Barbara Phaneuf- vocals & mountain lark  

May my shoes be splattered with paint
May my shoes be tattered and torn
May my shoes be covered with dust and grace
From the many miles I walk with you