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Pride
of the Valley
released 2005
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DAMN
DAMN DAMN GOOD LOOK
(Rivas)
Take a damn, damn, damn, damn, damn good look around
Take
a damn, damn, damn, damn, damn good look around
There's less time than you realize
It's later than you know
Take
a damn, damn, damn, damn, damn good look around
©2005
Martin Rivas (BMI). All rights reserved.

OH,
IMAGINE IT
(Rivas)
The tenements again
Hi and how you been
Oh, imagine it
Oh, imagine it
The
ghosts I chance to meet
On Cross and Orange Street
Oh, imagine it
Oh, imagine it
Dancers
spring to flight
In the gaslit night
And
from long-dead eyes
Life italicized
Oh, imagine it
Oh, imagine it
Snow
in Chatham Square
Melting in her hair
And
her skin is then
Soft and warm again
Oh, imagine it
Oh, imagine it
©2005
Martin Rivas (BMI). All rights reserved.

NORTH
(Rivas)
I'm going north
Going where the sun is always bright
Going where I always feel alright
I always feel alright
Tuck me safely in my bed tonight
Throw
me where my heart is always light
Throw me where I get to sleep all night
I dream away the night
Tuck me safely in my bed
I
wish I could remember everything you've ever said to me
Oh, the pleasure of another hour or two to be with you
I'm
going north
Going where the sun is always bright
Going where I always feel alright
I always feel alright
Tuck me safely in my bed
I
dreamt that just the same, the morning raged
But nonetheless somehow they found you
You came home where you could finally take your rest
But nonetheless
Where
would you rather be?
Let your thoughts collapse upon you
And the echo set you free
Oh my, the sky, the sky is awfully gorgeous
Fly away with me
It's beautiful
Fly away with me
You've got to see it
Where would you rather be?
Let your thoughts collapse upon you
Let your thoughts collapse upon you
What
keeps us far apart will surely someday bring us back together
On a day that I'm not meant to comprehend
Once again
I'll see you then
Going
north
Going
where the sun is always bright
Going where I always feel alright
I always feel alright
Tuck me safely in my bed tonight
Where
would you rather be?
Let your thoughts collapse upon you
And the echo set you free
Oh my, the sky, the sky is awfully gorgeous
Fly away with me
It's beautiful
Fly away with me
You've got to see it
Where would you rather be?
Let your thoughts collapse upon you
Let your thoughts collapse
Let your thoughts collapse upon you
©2005
Martin Rivas (BMI). All rights reserved.

HOPE
(Rivas)
Every roadblock out of town has been taken down
I thought you'd be the first one out
I can't believe you're still around
Before
anybody implicates you
Use every opportunity that awaits you
I know I'll hear your name
I'll be listening
I
hope your jaw is broken, but you can go another round
I hope your ears are bleeding, but still you hear your favorite
sound
I
hope you're in the time that you feel is best for you
And no one ever gets to make your choices for you
I
hope you do all that's meant for you
I
hope each morning is an adventure waiting to begin
I hope you wake up and you're psyched, somewhere that you've never
been
I
hope the Good Lord's willing and the creek don't rise up
I hope the eavesdropper drops his peeping eyes
Somewhere far off when we can meet again
And I'll tell you then
It's
alright
I
hope you write with lightning, and that your message isn't missed
I hope you're dashing and gorgeous and impossible to resist
The
Pan American, I hope it whips your hair
And I hope you're thrilled, 'cause at 5:08 you're there
Here it comes again
On the L&N
WSM
I
hope you take the kids out and show them what it's all about
I hope you take the kids out and show them what it's all about
Otis Redding, Sam & Dave
©2005
Martin Rivas (BMI). All rights reserved.

MEMPHIS
PIG
(Rivas)
What I say
Wasted day
What I write
Wasted night
Half awake
Haven't slept
There's no rest in my bed
There's no comforting thoughts in my head
except
Memphis
Pig
Barbecue
Slowly cooked
Day or two
Mississip
Pulled apart
Like the pig
Like my heart
You
can talk, you can say anything you wanna
Anything at all
Chances are you will say anything you wanna
Chances are I'll be saying barely anything along the way
Mind
to hand
Hand to mouth
Side by side
Deeper south
7"
45
Ardent, Sun
Stax & Hi
Keep it here
Keep it real
Keep it live
Memphis
Pig
Ain't it good
It's the rub
It's the wood
Mississip
Flowing by
Sure as life
As it should
Drop
me off, let me out anywhere you wanna
Anywhere at all
I am fully aware of how to get where I wanna
Don't expect a call
In
the end
Nothing said
In the end
Nothing said
Swallow words in your head
In
the end
Nothing said
In the end
Nothing said
All your hopes lying dead
©2005
Martin Rivas (BMI). All rights reserved.

DESIGNED
TO BREAK
(Rivas)
Life is designed to break your heart
Watch
it tear your soul apart
Life
is designed to break your heart
First
you love your mother, sister, and your brother
Then you love another
Hurt and can't recover
Voices
disappearing faster than the wind
I know I'll never feel that innocent again
Life
is designed to break your heart
©2005
Martin Rivas (BMI). All rights reserved.

OUT
IN THE SHADE
(Rivas)
Out in the shade, I found a place I can lay
I came here to rehabilitate, no longer lying in state, or needing
to
From where I've been to where I want to go
From what I've been told to what I want to know
A
moment, beloved, to barely recover
All thought delayed out in the shade
The
sun is at work closing the door on a day I'd rather forget
My fingers should be sparking electricity
They haven't yet
Something that's felt instead of thought, but still very real
is all I've sought
A
moment extended
Perhaps never ended
Rewound and played out in the shade
Words
fail incessantly to describe how I feel now, how I always
Up and down
I
came here to tame all that has brought me to shame
Maintain myself
I cannot escape
My thoughts are committed to tape
Reclaim myself
Can
it be years? I've barely walked a day
Harmless but puzzling
Is that it? Do I just tick away?
I'd
rather remember a kinder September
Content
to stay out in the shade
©2005
Martin Rivas (BMI). All rights reserved.

WINNING,
WITH FLOWERS
(Bavaro/McGivney/Rivas/Wieland)
Jockey silks presented, colors pressed and recommended
Sharpened heels and ties and handwriting
The Mutuel pool's awaited, combinations anticipated
In the daily number happening
Winning,
with flowers
And
it won't be long 'til the crowd is cheering
And the record holds, but you feel it nearing
Don't be shy, you'll take it anyway that they'll give it
Come around
The
grass is trimmed, the lines are drawn, the diamond's cut, created
Sharpened cleats and bleached white gathering
Angels pulling favors, and they're paid
They're paying angels
Drop you down right where you pay to be
Winning,
with flowers
It's
a bitter taste, but it's expensive
Eat it
It isn't natural, someone else conceived it
Don't be shy, you'll take it
Don't pretend that you hate it
Come around, come around, come around
Come
around
I'll
catch you later
I'll catch you later
And when you're gone
I'll won't miss you, there's too much I'm working on
Success
is too elusive
Results are too conclusive to ignore
I won't miss you, there's too much I'm working for
You
missed the presentation, 'cause you had the realization
That the gains are only temporary
Your hobby's an addiction, it's a family affliction
Face-to-crotch with your worst enemy
Winning,
with flowers
Come
around
I'll
catch you later
I'll catch you later
And when you're gone
I'll won't miss you, there's too much I'm working on
Success
is too elusive
Results are too conclusive to ignore
I won't miss you, there's too much I'm working for
©1994
Mayflower Kingdom/Ensign Music (BMI). All rights reserved.

PRIDE
OF THE VALLEY
(Rivas)
Take your guitar and play another winner
For the folks who came out to see you
Half of whom would rather be elsewhere
And half of whom would rather be you
Miniature engine whimpers to life and stalls in the alley
All this and more monitored by the Pride of the Valley
School
is out
They're tying their boots and racing out into the snow
Radio plays to an overcast sky
By moonlight you walk to the glow
Helmets gleam and clash in the lights
A fourth-quarter rally
All this and more monitored by the Pride of the Valley
Sticks
are all wet, leaves on the ground
Takes air to make fire and wood
Open the hatch
Smoke turns to flame
How many centuries it stood
Ships are sailing with containers of gold
And crumbs in the galley
All this and more monitored by the Pride of the Valley
Trucks
are en route
Unaware of the name of the street which they currently roll down
They hold on their backs important deliveries
For some other important town
Take a right at the blinking yellow light
The interstate rally
All this and more monitored by the Pride of the Valley
©2005
Martin Rivas (BMI). All rights reserved.

THE
EL IS A RAINBOW IN THE GRAY
(Rivas)
Every street is a poet
Every being a theater
Brushed clean by pride
Scrubbed by johnny-pump rain
Unaware,
unnoticed
In the turmoil of the day
It's delicious skyline veiled
As the city loses its way
Look
away and it's torn down
Gone before you have a chance to stare
Farewell, beloved
People in the way
And all they do is care
Doric
columns, winged eagles, granite angels
Dumped in a swamp somewhere
Coming
from ruins but not ruined
The el is a rainbow in the gray
It never was what we think it was
Just explains the thing we are from day to day
Coming
from ruins but not ruined
The el is a rainbow in the gray
It never was what we think it was
©2005
Martin Rivas (BMI). All rights reserved.

FEELING
WORSE
(Rivas)
Centuries of adventure beneath the earth
Get your money's worth
Kicking up the dirt as you fly around
Is your visor down
Always
feeling worse than I really am
Never felt as good as when I began
US-20
drips with our travel plan
Narragansett can
One accelerator to make you go
One for overflow
Usable
routine at the gas machine
Run the classic screen
Standing near the door at the package store
What'cha waiting for?
Always
feeling worse than I really am
Never felt as good as when I began
Come
on over
Crops are brown
Sky is lit up all around
©2005
Martin Rivas (BMI). All rights reserved.

BUT
STILL
(Rivas)
I will heal, yes I will
Everybody heals
But still
If there's a lesson you want me to learn
I ain't getting it
I
will laugh, yes I will
Everybody laughs again
But still
If there's a message you want me to hear
I ain't hearing it
Lift
back the sheets of thought to summer's wistful glow
The clouds will part
You no longer need to know
I
will remember, yes I will
Everybody remembers
But still
Damn memories
Try as they might
Ain't bringing either one of us back
I
died along with you
©2005
Martin Rivas (BMI). All rights reserved.

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Mart.
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