1. |
I Am the Heart
03:42
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I light up when you walk in this crowded room
Like a match struck suddenly in the dark
And above all of these strangers' voices
You're the one that I hear
And when we're lying in our own bed skin-to-skin, I awaken
And through these red wine and blue smoke nights I will see you clear
I want it pure
I want it real
I want it tender
And I want it to last
And when the hustle of this prison world
Has got you weary to the bone
When there's no ocean
No rising island
When there's no north star in heaven's dome, oh baby
I am the heart that will lead you home
When we go walking arm-in-arm
Beneath the stars fixed in their flights
Out where the Big Dipper holds
A million galaxies inside of its cup
I get filled, overflowing! with your scent that fills my days and my nights
And everything I thought I knew about love, baby I will it give up
I want it pure
I want it real
I want it tender
And I want it to last
And when the hustle of this prison world
Has got you weary to the bone
When there's no ocean
No rising island
When there's no north star in heaven's dome, oh baby
I am the heart that will lead you
I am the heart that will lead you
I am the heart that will lead you home
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2. |
The Part That Repeats
02:54
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START OFF WITH A LINE ABOUT LOVE GONE BAD
MAKE IT SPECIFIC & DON’T SAY ‘THE BEST I EVER HAD’
SHE LEAVES IN THE 1ST VERSE, OH WOE IS ME
THEN TAKE IT TO THE CHORUS AND MILK THE SYMPATHY
THIS IS THE PART THAT REPEATS (OVER & OVER)
THIS IS THE PART THAT REPEATS (SO YOU REMEMBER)
THIS IS THE PART THAT REPEATS (AND IT’S USUALLY THE TITLE)
THIS IS THE PART THAT REPEATS
NEXT YOU LIST ALL THE THINGS, YOU’VE DONE SINCE SHE SPLIT
STUFF YOU USED TO DO TOGETHER BUT NOW IT MAKES YOU FEEL LIKE SHHH..
THEN A LINE ABOUT HER PERFUME & MAYBE ONE ABOUT HER CAT
Y’ALL HAVE DIRTY MINDS I DIDN’T MEAN THAT
THIS IS THE PART THAT REPEATS (& MAKES YOU SING WITH ME)
THIS IS THE PART THAT REPEATS (& MAKES YOU WANNA BUY A CD)
THIS IS THE PART THAT REPEATS (AND IT’S USUALLY THE TITLE)
THIS IS THE PART THAT REPEATS
A TWO CHORD BRIDGE IN THE MINOR
THAT MAKES YOU STRAIN LIKE A WHINER
& SOUND SO SAD AND ALONE
THEN A SOLO ON SAXOPHONE
THEN YOU GOTTA WRAP IT ALL UP IN THE THIRD VERSE
WITH A LINE OF PHILOSOPHY LIKE A BLESSING & A CURSE
HOW YOU’RE BOTH BETTER OFF AND HOW YOU WISH HER WELL
TRUTH IS YOU STILL HATE HER BUT THAT SONG WOULD NEVER SELL…
THIS IS THE PART THAT REPEATS (& MAKES YOU WANNA DOWNLOAD ME)
THIS IS THE PART THAT REPEATS (ON YOUR iPHONE OR ON YOUR PC)
THIS IS THE PART THAT REPEATS (OR JUST STREAM IT SO YOU GET IT FREE)
THIS IS THE PART THAT REPEATS
© 2014 Gregg Cagno, ℗ Greggnotes Music ASCAP
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3. |
Waking Life
05:05
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PICTURE THIS, LATE ONE NIGHT
YOU TRY TO SLEEP, SOMETHING’S NOT RIGHT
YOU FLIP THE SWITCH, THE LIGHT STAYS ON
YOU CHECK THE CLOCK & SOMETHING’S WRONG
CAUSE YOU CAN’T FOCUS ON THE TIME
THERE’S NO REASON ONLY RHYME
YOU TRY & LAY DOWN ON YOUR BED
YOUR BODY FLOATS AWAY INSTEAD....
AND AS YOU’RE FLYING, YOU KEEP REACHING
FOR SOME MEANING, FOR SOME TEACHING
BUT IT’S JUST THE LETTING GO
THAT’S THE PART YOU NEED TO KNOW
SO NOW YOU THINK, YOU MIGHT BE DEAD
YOUR LIFE DON’T LOOK, QUITE LIKE THEY SAID
BUT WHO ARE THEY?, WHAT DO THEY KNOW?
YOU’RE THE ONE, WHO CALLS THE SHOW
BUT FROM UP HERE YOU SEE IT ALL
& IT SEEMS A LONG, LONG WAY TO FALL
AND IN THAT ONE MOMENT OF FEAR
YOU GIVE UP AND IT COMES CLEAR...
YOU AWAKE, OUT OF YOUR HEAD
AND IN THE UNIVERSE INSTEAD
A SPECK OF DUST, A GRAIN OF SAND
BUT HERE AND NOW YOU UNDERSTAND
YOUR TINY WORLD JUST OPENED WIDE
NO NEED TO STAY INSIDE AND HIDE
THE TRUTH & JOY THAT YOU GIVE
ARE THE ONLY THINGS THAT LIVE
© 2014 Gregg Cagno, ℗ Greggnotes Music ASCAP
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4. |
Nonno Lorenzo
03:39
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We met back in Brooklyn in 1969
but Nonno on the Cagno side came from another time
Born there 1917 the middle son of 3
1st of his generation in the new country
there were 7 all together filling up the house
a small railroad apartment with homemade pasta strung around
he became metal worker, bringing home an honest wage
but music lived inside him and came out on the days
C In the alley with his Garcia Vega, Whistling in his folding chair
H with the birds up in the trees, he’d be trading melodies
O & blowin off of Gravesend Bay, there was always a cool breeze
R & that’s how I remember him, on Bay 11th Street
It was at 23rd and 4th, where he met his future bride
in a candystore in South Slope while the dogs waited outside
took her down to Coney Island, on a Nathan’s date
quickly married her at 18, her shoe broken on the way
In 1941, with their 1st born coming soon
Uncle Sam sent him a letter, & told him “I Want You”
& The day before he had to go, they told him he could stay
So they brought up 4 sons, fishing by the Belt Parkway
His 4 sons had 8 others, not a girl among the crew
he taught some geometry, & others to shoot pool
He taught me piano, as I watched him play by ear
Bing Crosby, Willie Nelson or whatever you’d wanna hear
He had a giggle like a jester, when he’d get you going
drove a bright orange ford maverick, by the time I got to know him
We weren’t ready when he left, but I guess you never are
and I think of him each time, I smell a cheap cigar
© 2014 Gregg Cagno, ℗ Greggnotes Music ASCAP
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5. |
Worth the Wait
03:54
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She’s the last one out
when the show is done
there were others here with flowers
but now I’m the only one
Left leaning on the wall
left staring at the stage door
she may be late
but she’s right on time for sure
C It’s worth the wait in the cold
H when I see her walk my way
O she’s worth her weight in gold
R and I would wait all day
U She’s worth the wait
S
She’s the last one in
now this search is done
there were others here before her
but now she’s the only one
right beside my name
inside my everything
I may be slow but her finger’s in the ring
C It’s worth the wait growing old
H when I see my wife
O she’s worth her weight in gold
R you know I’ve waited all my life
U She’s worth the wait
S
B So while we have this time
R and we’re of sound mind
I let us seize this dance
D let us take this chance
G
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C It’s worth the wait growing old
H just to see my wife
O she’s worth her weight in gold
R you know I’ve waited all my life
U She’s worth the wait
S
© 2014 Gregg Cagno, ℗ Greggnotes Music ASCAP
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6. |
Zodiac Blues
03:47
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I woke up this mornin', and knew something had changed
my room felt rotated, and so did my brain
I thought to blame the tequila, but that just didn’t seem fair
so i checked on facebook, to see what had been shared
It seems some old Astrologer, had a bit of a wine
& decided that the moon, has left us misaligned
So I’d gone to sleep a Capricorn, & woken Sagittarius
& I’ve just begun to see, what the implication was
where I used to be the epitome, of a hard workin practical man
a good manager who tended to prefer,stickin with the traditional plan
now i’m frequently seeking, answers to the big questions of life
an archer who’s an extrovert & in a changing world I thrive
so I’m rewriting my mantra, i’ll quit my job and grow my hair
i feel so lucky being told what to be,
who too see, how to feel, what to wear
So everyone gets shifted, one sign back from where you’re born
and the dawning of Aquarius, is now the age of Capricorn
so I guess that means the hippies, are now the practical ones
bet they knew that all along and just kept on having fun
To make things line up right, they added a 13th sign
it’s Ophiuchus, the Serpent Holder, if he don’t stop that he’ll go blind
& now I guess chart readers, are gonna have to give refunds
to make up for the stuff they made up, or just take the money and run
CHORUS
Oh ain’t it fun letting your life be run
by the stars, the moon & the sun
© 2014 Gregg Cagno, ℗ Greggnotes Music ASCAP
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7. |
Sognotes
01:57
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© 2014 Gregg Cagno, ℗ Greggnotes Music ASCAP
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8. |
Clinton Times
03:24
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I was born in Clinton in 69
just up this hill and just in time
for those lovely folks of mine
to get a deduction
the younger bro of just two boys
breaking things and making noise
but following the sound of joy
without caution
Armstrong was walkin on the moon
and I was hearing tunes
about the things you do for love
and the 50 ways to leave
wantin to be rhinestone cowboys
rocket men & summer breeze
i had no idea what the words meant
but i sure did like the sound
of AM radio in mom's VW
singing while we drove through town
We grew up sail'ing on the reservoir
and at clinton point theatre
& ice cream was never far at the Daz-o-del
clinton pubic K thru 8
North Hunterdon for high school days
i can't think of a better way or a better place
Michael Jackson sliding cross the moon
and i was hearing tunes
about open arms & walkin this way
& how no one is to blame
867-5309 & being born in the USA
started learning what the words meant
but i mostly liked the sound
hangin out without a worry
singing as we drove thru town
now here we are back in this place
with your familiar faces
and it's great to see my old friends
with husbands wives babies and
the circle all comes back again
and the songs play on
and it's a Black Potatoe Moon
and we're singin tunes
about Fuzzy Dice and Backroad Drivers
how the world ain't slowin down
kangaroos and how sweet life is
just wingin and prayerin yourself around
now i know what all the words mean
but mostly i just like the sound
jammin out without a worry
right here in our little town
singing in our little town
© 2014 Gregg Cagno, ℗ Greggnotes Music ASCAP
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9. |
Just the 3 of Us
03:30
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If the heart does the feeling and the mind does the thinking
then one feels confused while the other is thinking of you
I keep telling the heart not to hurry
I keep telling mind there’s no worry
but there’s a long history between us 3
we call tend to disagree
If the mind needs to know and heart needs to grow
then I’m left with the wonder, trying not to fall under
a spell of distraction that keeps you in mind
a knee-jerk reaction that keeps my heart on the line
how painful to be watching us 3
get fooled by the same old story
If the mind hasn’t tried and the heart needs to hide
then we drift through this dance never taking a chance
that the heart opens up tells the mind all it knows
and the mind then reveals why it’s been so opposed
to the 3 of us acting as 1, not reacting to fear
and staying right here
© 2014 Gregg Cagno, ℗ Greggnotes Music ASCAP
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10. |
Threads to Braids
04:18
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AT 3AM THE OTHER NIGHT
AN EASTERN WIND KICKED UP OUTSIDE
AT FIRST IT FELT LIKE JUST A STORM
NOW I’M SURE THAT’S, WHEN YOU WERE BORN
WE’VE DREAMT AND WAITED FOR THE DAY
WHEN YOU WILL FINALLY COME TO STAY
AND FILL OUR HEARTS AND SHARE OUR HOME
AND FEEL OUR LOVE AS WE ALL GROW
INTO A FAMILY, INTO A LIFE
INTO A PLACE OF LOVE AND SHELTER YOU’LL ARRIVE
FROM SINGLE STRANDS INTO A BRAID
A THREAD OF DESTINY CONNECTED US TODAY
WHAT BEGINS AS JUST A THREAD
WILL WEAVE A TAPESTRY OF FRIENDS
AND WRAP YOU IN SUPPORT AND HOPE
AND GUIDE US WITH THE STRENGTH OF ROPE
INTO A FAMILY, INTO A LIFE
INTO A PLACE OF LOVE AND SHELTER YOU ARRIVED
FROM SINGLE STRANDS INTO A BRAID
A THREAD OF DESTINY CONNECTS US ALL TODAY
THE WORLD IT SPINS JUST LIKE A SPOOL
CONNECTING ME, CONNECTING YOU
INTO LIFE’S FABRIC WE’RE ALL TOSSED
OUR THREADS ALL WOVEN INTO CLOTH
INTO A FAMILY, INTO A LIFE
INTO A PLACE OF LOVE AND LAUGHTER YOU’VE ARRIVED
FROM SINGLE STRANDS INTO A BRAID
A THREAD OF DESTINY CONNECTS US ALL TODAY
A THREAD OF DESTINY CONNECTS US ALL TODAY
© 2014 Gregg Cagno, ℗ Greggnotes Music ASCAP
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11. |
Butt Dialed
01:46
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You made it clear
when you walked away
You needed some space to heal
So I kept my distance
& Respected your wishes
While it settled in this is real
I fought off the lonely
with all night long drinkin
& thinkin of somebody new
& just when you'd faded
& I thought i'd made it
That's when you butt dialed me
Your butt dialed me
I thought it was a sign
That you wanted me back
But it was just your behind
I thought you still loved me
but this too shall pass
Cause it wasn’t you,
it was only your ass
© 2014 Gregg Cagno, ℗ Greggnotes Music ASCAP
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13. |
A Riff in Time
04:41
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(CHORUS)
FOR YEARS THIS RIFF’S BEEN ROLLIN AROUND
BEEN ON STAGE IN MANY A TOWN
CHARMED THE LADIES DOWN IN NEW ORLEANS
FUNKED ‘EM UP IN ASTORIA QUEENS
THERE’S GOOD REASON WHY IT’S FAMILIAR TO YOU
CAUSE ONE THING THIS RIFF ISN’T IS NEW
WHEN BLIND LEMON JEFFERSON WASN’T LOOKIN’
A YOUNG ROBERT JOHNSON UP AND TOOK IT
HOWLIN’ WOLF HEARD HIM TRY IT DOWN AT GERDE’S
JAMMIN IN THE CORNER, GETTING DOWN AND DIRTY
LATER THAT NIGHT JELLY ROLL GOT AHOLD
STANDIN AT WOLF’S WINDOW LISTENIN’ IN THE COLD
HUDDY LEDBETTER PICKED IT UP IN THE JOINT
OFF A KID FROM JERSEY WHO DIDN’T GET THE POINT
ON A RAILROAD IN THIS LAND HUDDY TAUGHT WOODY
HE HACKED THROUGH & SPREAD IT FAST AS HE COULD-Y
PETE SEEGER EVEN PLUNKED IT OUT ON THE BANJO
& GOT B.B. KING UP AND STARTED ON THE MOJO
CHORUS
DYLAN COPPED IT OFF A BUDDY HOLLY DEMO
WHICH WOUND UP IN THE HANDS OF McCARTNEY & LENNON
GEORGE TAUGHT ‘EM HOW TO PLAY IT & CALLED ‘EM BOTH WANKERS
THEN TRIED IT ON THE SITAR AND TAUGHT RAVI SHANKAR
RAVI BROKE IT OUT SHOWIN’ OFF FOR BONNIE RAITT
WHO PLAYED IT AT THE WHISKEY IN FRONT OF TOM WAITS
CHORUS
TRADITION PASSED ALONG
WITH NO ONE KEEPING SCORE
BUT IF IT SOUNDS THAT GOOD
GOOD CHANCE THAT IT’S BEEN DONE BEFORE
MADE IT’S WAY THROUGH THE LATE NIGHT SCENES
CAMPFIRE CIRCLES AND OPEN MIC DREAMS
TRADITIONAL RIFFAGE CARRIED THROUGH TIME
BY STUDIOUS GUITAR PICKERS HITTING REWIND
I HEARD IT FIRST IN THE STEAMROLLER BLUES
I SWIPED IT RIGHT UP NOW I’M GIVIN’ IT TO YOU
CHORUS
© 2014 Gregg Cagno, ℗ Greggnotes Music ASCAP
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Gregg Cagno Winston Salem, North Carolina
With laid-back soul and an open-tuned mind and guitar, Gregg Cagno is a journeyman acoustic troubadour. Cagno can deliver deep-muscle-groove, fluid and creative finger-style and just about everything in between.
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