Terry Mills
2010-06-10

Story

This is my story.  Being an isolated, self-made person isn't all it's cracked up to be - sometimes it borders on madness and emotional illness.   Glad I'm off the island.

Lyrics

ISLAND GIRL

 

Oh, she’s malnourished, more than a little suspicious

Living on a desert isle, lost her luster, lost her smile

She won’t be rescued, she never sends up flares

Lives on roots and native fare

She knows how to live without; She knows how to live without

 

          She’s an island, island girl

          She’s an i-i-i-i-i-is-land, island girl

 

Sometimes at night I hear her wailing

But she’ll deny her own travailing

She loops and circles through the clutter, as she mutters

As she analyzes, she’s paralyzed

She’s gotta work it out, can’t work it out, gotta work it out

 

          She’s an island, island girl

          She’s an i-i-i-i-i-is-land, island girl

 

Sometimes she sails with a sailor boy

Who steers her right into a storm

Floating on wreckage back to a lonely place

Where she hides in caves, gathers wood

Lives on nothing ‘cause she knows she could, she knows she could

 

 

I hear her calling from a faraway land

Water is filling up my eyes

Then recedes just before falling down

 

          ‘Cause I’m an island, island girl

          I’m an i-i-i-i-i-is-land, island girl

 

Oh island girl, light the flair

Raise the flag, take the wheel

Find your voice

Beat the drums, light the torch

Dance  your dance, come ashore

There is more

There is more

Terry Mills
2010-06-10

Story

True story - literally and figuratively.

Lyrics

PSYCHO CAT

 

He was a solid black tom with a lazy eye

A smashed-in face from an injury gone by

Winding ‘round my ankles, purring and a hummin’ and

What happened next, well, I never saw it comin’

 

Well I named him Steve Buscemi, he was an ugly kind of sweet

I stroked him and I petted him as he snaked around my feet

I turned to go inside, but without a single cause

He launched up on my shoulders and dug in with his claws

 

He was a          Psycho Cat -    In desperate need of a savior

                        Psycho Cat -    Or serious modification of his behavior

                        Psycho Cat -    Hmm-mmm, this one thing I know

                        Let him go –     He’s psycho.

 

Now it wasn’t long before my codependence came out of retirement

And I started to analyze the how, the who, the what and the why of him

You’d think I learn my lesson from that earlier sneak attack

But before I knew what was what he was climbing up my back

 

He was a          Psycho Cat -    In desperate need of a saviour

                        Psycho Cat -    Or serious modification of his behavior

                        Psycho Cat -    Hmm-mmm, this one thing I know

                        Let him go –     He’s psycho.

 

He comes ‘round convincingly with a moan and a whine

All my friends look at me questioningly,

And I say, “that cat’s not mine.

Don’t feed him, don’t pet him, don’t even look at him

And if you’re inclined to take pity

You may find yourself the owner of a psycho kitty….

 

Terry Mills
2010-06-10

Story

Mixed messages - what else can I say?

Lyrics

SUNSHINE BOY

 

Sunshine boy, it’s hard explaining

That knock-out smile, then why do I feel it’s raining

Smile ain’t sun, sun ain’t joy, sunshine boy

Give an ear to the rumbling

Warning signs of trouble coming

Calm for now in the eye of the lie of the sunshine boy

 

          I don’t know why there’s no shadows passing by

          When the storm is a coming

          Makes me wanna run like hell for shelter

          From the winds of your empty promises

 

Sunshine boy brining us your hope and laughter

But I’m not sure what it is you’re really after

Dance and song, here and gone, sunshine boy.

 

          I don’t know why there’s no shadows passing by

          When the storm is a coming

          Makes me wanna run like hell for shelter

          From the winds of your empty promises

 

It’s a shame, but it’s not longer sunny

But you can’t be both truthful and a liar, honey

Bye for now, I’m headed out into the blue from you

Sunshine boy

I don’t know why there’s no shadows passing by

I don’t know why

 

Terry Mills
2010-06-10

Story

I got to thinking one day how obsession is a lot like Dorothy and the Wizard - she does everything trying to please the Wizard, thinking he had the power to change her life, WHEN HE NEVER HAD IT!   She and her friends had it all along.

Lyrics

MAN BEHIND THE CURTAIN

 

You got me running from the monkeys and fightin with the talking trees

You got me sleepin in the poppies and wakin with a sense of unease

I got to get the broomstick from the witch of the west

And Glenda seems allright, but she’s a witch nonetheless

And I’ve lost my bearings and I don’t know what it all means.

           

            CHORUS:

But he tells me, “Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain

The dude that’s operating all those levers and knobs

Keep your eyes straight ahead on the smoke and the lightning

On the one who holds your future, He is the wizard of Oz.”

 

Now I’m looking all around me, and what’s this motley crew?

They all seem quite disabled, and no one seems to have a clue

Look here, they got no brains, no heart, no guts, no glory

But that’s the most interesting part of this story

The sum of their grace is greater than what I can do.       CHORUS

           

 

Now I’m trembling in the castle all weak at the knees

I finally got it right, I’m gonna get some relief

But that stupid dog is barking, and he tears at the scheme

And the smoke starts to clear; And my eyes start to see

 

 

I think I better pay more attention; it’s just a man behind that curtain

Creating that illusion with all those levers and knobs

Keep my feet on the ground, ‘cause God is in His heaven, yeah

I’m taking my future

My friends are here to help

Sic em Toto, he ain’t no wizard of Oz.

 

 

Terry Mills
2010-06-10
Terry Mills and David Alexander

Story

David Alexander gave me these words - during the heat of the summer.  No rain, no gloom, no moodiness.  Then one Sunday afternoon when it started raining, the song unfolded for me - beautiful collaboration...

Lyrics



COLD AND THE RAIN AND SATURDAY

 

We got together to play some tunes

It was a cold and rainy Saturday

The music we made got magical

And the hours just slipped away

Even the fire we made intensified, and it danced

And an accidental touch of our hands

And it was time to take a chance

 

            There’s something about that cold and rainy Saturday

            That occupies my mind both day and night

            Wherever you are you can’t be far away

            I feel you by my side

            You and me, the cold, the rain and Saturday

            You and me, the cold, the rain and Saturday

 

I woke up this morning in bed alone

And I heard the falling rain

I pulled the covers up over my head

But the chill would not go away

Just when I think I can’t take it anymore

I think about us lying by the fire on the floor

Is that you outside knocking at my door?

           

            There’s something about that cold and rainy Saturday

            That takes me to the time I spent with you

            I think about you all the time

            You today consume my mind

            You and me, the cold, the rain and Saturday

            The fire and the song and the Saturday

            The kiss and fire and the Saturday

            Oh, and the rain

            And the fire

            And you

 

 



Terry Mills
2010-06-10

Story

True story - I was recovering from surgery - one of the first times I had been out and I saw this lovely flock of robins - never saw them congregating before - never have since.

Lyrics

ROBIN SONG

 

Driving home one afternoon this is what I saw

A meeting of the robins down at Sulphur Draw

Accidentally saw them when I turned my head

Milling about in their vests of red

 

            They numbered about twenty-five

            Never saw that many together

            They don’t fit the flocking paradigm

            Regarding birds of a feather

 

Shuffling around like wallflowers at a dance in junior high

None of them looking at the other; All quite nervous and shy

And I am quite captivated, so I pull over to the side

It was all very solemn, there was no hobnobbing

Who called this meeting of 25 robins?

 

Hey….

Ooooooo…..

 

Maybe the elders are taking a turn

Showing the youngins how to catch a worm

Maybe they’re officially declaring the opening of spring

It’s all elemental, not coincidental

On the morning thereafter I heard one sing

 

I’m just telling you what I saw

A meeting of the robins down at Sulphur Draw

 

 

 

Terry Mills
2010-06-10

Story

ABSOLUTELY A TRUE STORY - FUNNY EVERYTIME I THINK ABOUT IT - THIS SONG WAS A BLAST TO DO!

Lyrics

We’re Related

 

 

Well I live in a town of about a hundred grand

Sometimes I mix and mingle

I’ve been married twice before

And my current status is single

 

Well I was introduced to a gentleman

On a perfectly innocent errand

It didn’t take long to connect the dots

Before it became apparent

 

            CHORUS: 

He’s married to the ex-wife of my ex-husband’s ex-wife’s boyfriend

That might be hard for you to swallow

Here’s a flow chart for you to follow

He’s married to the ex-wife of my ex-husband’s ex-wife’s boyfriend

And the way I calculate it – we’re related

 

Well amazing grace how sweet the sound

I know I’ve been forgiven

But I still run into my past

In the town that I still live in

Now it’s not about winning or losing

It’s all become very amusing

When fact is stranger than rumor

Hey now, where’s your sense of humor?

 

CHORUS

Terry Mills
2010-06-10

Story

True story.   Sweet dance - it just happened naturally and beautifully.

Lyrics

COMFORT IN THREE-QUARTER TIME

 

A house in the desert, a party of friends

A porchful of music, and before it all ends

We look at the moon and quite naturally on that dusty old ground

We move 1-2-3

 

            CHORUS:       I step towards you and easily fall into stride

                                    You will give me comfort in three-quarter time

 

I already know it won’t go anywhere except ‘round and ‘round

But I am aware of this healing rhythm, this magical balm

Of dancing from storm into calm

 

            CHORUS:       I step towards you and easily fall into stride

                                    You will give me comfort in three-quarter time

 

Bridge:             Well my hummingbird heart needs a place to alight

                        Find rest for my soul with no fight or flight

                        No sickly-sweet charms

                        Just somewhere free from alarms (in your arms)

 

 

 

 

Terry Mills
2010-06-10

Story

This is a collection of vignettes - moments that disarmed me and moved me.

Lyrics

DEFENSELESS

 

Here’s a word ‘bout the kindness of Troy

He ain’t your ordinary paper boy

He brings the news to my front door on his morning stroll

Now that’s 15 extra steps, but that gesture has a most profound effect

It’s soothing to this one on whom life has taken quite a toll

 

You unclasp my bracelet.   You lay it flat

We talk about the stones, no more than that

But I’m stirred by the brushing of your fingers up against my wrist

And it’s surprising the way I feel

This little fissure in my well-constructed shield

I guess I’m defenseless against tenderness such as this.

 

            Times’ll get tough; hey I can get tougher

            Oh, times get rough, then I’ll shut down

            But then a simple, soft encounter

            Let’s me know love is still around

 

Oh, when life treats me so mean

You leave a woodwind message on my answering machine

I guess I’m defenseless against tenderness such as this.

 

            Now this kind can’t be manipulated

            No, this kind can’t be contrived

            This kind of sweet, sweet movement

            Let’s me know love has somehow survived

 

Oh, you wake me with your sisterly embrace

‘Cause that’s just how you wake each other in this place

I guess I’m defenseless against tenderness such as this.

 

You ask me why is she making such a big deal about it

Here’s what I’m saying:  I don’t want to live without it

Oh, I’m defenseless against tenderness such as this.

 

Soar

03:34
Terry Mills
2010-06-10

Story

For my daughter, Jazz.    SOAR, BABY!

Lyrics

SOAR

 

Italian cream skin, olive green eyes

Gaugin model from the Polynesian isles

Sings with her soul, leads with her heart

Food box to go becomes a greeting card

 

            She keeps to the side that’s sunny

            She’s not bent to melancholy woes

            And there’s been more times than once she’s   

            Kept my heart from turning cold

 

She’s my homing dove

She’s on the ground

She won’t stay down

 

            She keeps to the side that’s sunny

            She’s not bent to melancholy

            And there’s been more times than once she’s   

            Kept my heart from turning cold

 

She lifts her wings; she waves goodbye

She’s gonna try for more

Not just to fly, but soar.

 

 

 

Terry Mills
2010-06-10

Story

My viewpoint of Christmas was getting too sanitized, and I was getting depressed too often during the holidays.  This song was a gift to me to remind me how chaotic the first Christmas was.

Lyrics

NOEL Y’ALL

 

 

They headed northeast to another old West Texas town

They caught the headwind of a blue norther front rollin down

Lupe y Paulo in one Chevrolet, wrecked and old

Polluting the air with its blackening, oil burning smoke

 

Now it’s never a good time to get the immigration’s call

And with Lupe’s condition it made it hard for them to travel at all

But their green cards and documentation had to be in fine order

‘Cause that’s the price you pay when you live this side of the border

 

Now the car overheated and Paolo looked for a mechanic

And Lupe’s water broke, and she bit her lip, trying to fight back the panic

In the service bay of the station, her contractions came steady

And Paolo yelled out, “Call 911, mi esposa, she’s ready!”

 

Now the sun was rising by the time the baby finally came

And I sincerely hope that I don’t have to tell you His name

It’s good to remember, He entered by the water and the blood

And in poverty’s disguise, He moved into our neighborhood.