1979

Midnight Silence

Written by Mark Montijo

©Mark Montijo 2012

Well it's late and with the midnight silence
Falling like a stone
Through a pool of dreams and unseen things
It’s too late to be alone
I call you up just to listen
I haven't got nothing to say
And I listen for an hour from a hundred miles away

Well it's late and with the midnight silence
Floating down the hall
With the fragrant breeze of fantasies
It’s too late to have them all
So I listen to some music
By a woman who wants more and more
She’s so rich and still dissatisfied; I'm dissatisfied and poor

So I play along
It's all right to be wrong
Like you might in a song
Late at night but a long way from morning

Well it's late and with the midnight silence
Lying on the floor
Like a simple tune that ends too soon
It’s too late to ask for more
So I close my eyes and just lie there
And imagine you’re lying there too
And it brings you one mile closer and there's nothing else to do

So I play along
It's all right to be wrong
Like you might in a song
Late at night but a long way from morning

Well it's late and with the midnight silence
Falling like a stone
Through a pool of dreams and unseen things
It’s too late to be alone
I call you up just to listen
I haven't got nothing to say
And I listen for an hour from a hundred miles away

Learning to Dance

Written by Mark Montijo

©Mark Montijo 2012

She comes and goes to the tune of a romance
With the moves of a slow dance almost everyone knows
So you lead her in like it's happened so often
But your will starts to soften and your plans start to bend

You try to break it down
To the things you understand
But everything you've found
Takes you back where you began

Stay at home; still she comes without warning
She stays till the morning but you still feel alone
And who's to blame for another sad lover
It could be her or another; you’d still feel the same

You think you'll break her heart
Just to be alone again
She’ll fall apart
At least that's how it's always been

But she takes a ride; it’s just her thirst for motion
This time she's crossing an ocean and it's affecting your pride
So this time around you take a chance you think you can cover
You think you'll learn how to love her like you learned how to dance

Streetlights Street Fights and Saturday Nights

Written by Mark Montijo

©Mark Montijo 2012

Streetlights and street fights and Saturday nights
A song I played often that I never got right
And the hot lights, the spotlights that once were so bright
I look all around me and they're nowhere in sight

I don't live on that edge anymore
I don't sleep with my suitcase parked by the front door
I don't slide around corners with my foot to the floor
I don't live on that edge anymore

Drinking, thinking, alone in some bar
Or off on the high side in another old car
I was lonely, I only wished someone was there
I was always broke someplace you could not repair

I don't live on that edge anymore
I don't sleep with my suitcase parked by the front door
I don't slide around corners with my foot to the floor
I don't live on that edge anymore

Drifting, shifting, asleep in the wind
I've been turned in by strangers; I've been turned out by friends
All the bad times, the sad times I've lost and I've found
Lying down in mid air; waking up on the ground

I don't live on that edge anymore
I don't sleep with my suitcase parked by the front door
I don't slide around corners with my foot to the floor
I don't live on that edge anymore; no, I don’t
live on that edge anymore

History

Written by Mark Montijo

©Mark Montijo 2012

Columbus sailed the ocean blue
Old Leif Eriksson he came too
You loved me and I loved you a long time ago
Watergate was front-page news
Vincent van Gogh got the blues
And I helped you pick out new shoes a long time ago

It was a long time ago
So nobody really knows what happened
A long time ago
Then everybody left and went home

Washington crossed the Delaware
Davy Crockett killed a bear
And you cried when they first cut your hair a long time ago
Francis Drake set out to sea
Moses set his people free
And you said I watched too much TV a long time ago

It was a long time ago
So nobody really knows what happened
A long time ago
Then everybody left and went home

Benjamin Franklin flew a kite
Thomas Edison tied it to a light
And I waited up for you all night a long time ago
Amelia knew just where she stood
Will Rogers moved to Hollywood
But when they went, they went for good a long time ago

It was a long time ago
So nobody really knows what happened
A long time ago
Then everybody left and went home

Nobody knows what happened
Everybody went home

Wedding Song

Written by Phil Gross and Mark Montijo

©Phil Gross 2012

White lace and promises
Joining two hearts
Now that they've had their own way
Speak to me softly
And I will reply
I’ve been waiting so long for this day

Will you stay here beside me and hold me
Show me love’s farthest extremes
I will stay here beside you and hold you and keep you
Then take you inside of my dreams

Love is a treasure
That’s so hard to find
And so easy to let slip away
Love is a mystery
I've tried to unwind
Getting clearer with each word you say

Will you stay here beside me and hold me
Show me love’s farthest extremes
I will stay here beside you and hold you and keep you
Then take you inside of my dreams

Shadows and Shade

Written by Mark Montijo

©Mark Montijo 2012

I have come to you quite often
In the shelter of the night
When it's so easy to forget what love conceals
And I look through your blue nightdress
With my memory
‘til it gets so hard to tell which visions lie and which are real

When it's so easy just to talk the past away
It's so easy, so easy just to fade
We come so freely from the different lives we've made
To this space between the shadows and the shade

I'm a runner in the nighttime
I'm a sleeper on the lawn
I’m the other face behind your foggy mirror
And I love to say I love you
And I want you
But I've tried too many times to still believe that I'm sincere

But it's so easy just to talk the past away
It's so easy, so easy just to fade
We come so freely from the different lives we've made
To this space between the shadows and the shade

Canyon

Written by Mark Montijo

©Mark Montijo 2012

I went to the highway for reasons
With a box of books and a ‘57 Ford
I don't have to tell you just how hungry I got
Besides I know you’d take me at my word

The highway was cold but I'm forgetful
And I left my homes whenever someone cried
But I've looked behind the rhythm and the visions of the road
And I’ve cursed whatever made me stay outside

But I get a clear warm feeling in this canyon
Where my footsteps match the wind’s song like a rhyme
And the sun drips down
Through the puzzle of leaves and through my mind
Through my mind

The highway calls out just like a friend now
But I must have changed while dreaming in the night
And I can't explain the difference but I feel it all the time
And I know that something’s gone but it's all right

And I get a clear warm feeling in this canyon
Where my footsteps match the wind’s song like a rhyme
And the sun drips down
Through the puzzle of leaves and through my mind
Through my mind

Miller Valley

Written by Mark Montijo

©Mark Montijo 2012

Far from this city there's a broken down farm
A lonely old woman who lives on her own
Her family's all gone; there’s no one left who knows
She once grew her own groceries and sewed her own clothes

Across from the house there's a broken down dam
Built by the railroad in nineteen and ten
Her husband planted trees and that old dam was new
Folks came for miles when those apple trees grew

She was brought up in Texas
She still recalls the address
Her daddy made bricks
She taught in the school till she moved to the West

Two children and her husband all passed from this world
From an airplane; from a tractor; from a nasty old cold
Her last son bought a house in Colorado
She prays for his safety; she prays he'll come home

She was brought up in Texas
She still recalls the address
Her daddy made bricks
She taught in the school till she moved to the West

Far from this city there's a broken down farm
A lonely old woman who lives on her own
Her family's all gone, but dreaming does no harm
They live in her memory and she’ll die in their arms

Bird in the Hand

Written by Mark Montijo

©Mark Montijo 2012

You ought to know I love you
By the way I wake up smiling
You ought to know I love you
By the touch of my eyes
You ought to know I love you
By the way I wake up dreaming
You ought to knew I love you
By the way I still try

I don't know your reasons
And I don't know your mind
Or why you seem to talk so much
About a man you left behind

But you ought to know I love you
By the way I still keep listening
And you know I'll keep listening
Just as long as I can
You ought to know I love you
Though I sometimes feel like leaving
When it seems you only love me
Like a bird in the hand

On Willow Road

Written by Mark Montijo

©Mark Montijo 2012

On Willow Road
I've got a friend I used to live with
Back when we slept away the morning hours
And drank away the night
We’d sit and lie about our women
Try to justify our dreams
Then we’d write our lonely poems till the morning

Lonely poems and lonely wishes
For the dreams we'd never own
And the riddles that were much too hard
To solve at night alone on Willow Road

On Willow Road
Lives a woman who once loved me
With trusting eyes midnight cries
And falling slow red hair
She was afraid of simple dangers
I was afraid of simple fears
And I left her simple poems in the morning

Simple poems of simple patterns
On a quilted summer sky
And the riddles that grew stranger still
The harder that we'd try on Willow Road

Instrumental Break

Simple poems of simple patterns
On a quilted summer sky
And the riddles that grew stranger still
The harder that we'd try

On Willow Road
There’s a house that's old but friendly
With Mommy please some more of these
And fresh grown garden peas
It gets me high when they're all laughing
But it's not like my own home
Where I can write my lonely poems till the morn
‘til the morning

What You Dream

Written by Mark Montijo

©Mark Montijo 2012

She's a late night TV addict
She’ll watch whatever's on the air
A late-late show fanatic in the late night TV glare
There were four of us in the kitchen
We were drinking wine and tea
Someone went to Barbara's room and softly called to me
Hey, look what Barbara’s doing
Come and see what can't be seen
So we stayed up ‘til the early morning watching Barbara dream

She was just dreaming, dreaming
But she was making up her own show on the TV screen
Dreaming, dreaming
And when nothing that you see is what it seems
There’s nothing quite as real as what you dream

And in the dream our lives were blended
All of Barbara's friends
We were all that she pretended to believe we might have been
And we were floating in some canyon
We were lifting with the breeze
We were just as strange as she was; we were doing as she pleased
Hey, that never happened
You say that's just your dreams
No, nothing’s really like that except in some drug-crazed extremes

And when you're dreaming, dreaming
When you’re making up your own show on the TV screen
Dreaming, dreaming
And when nothing that you see is what it seems
There’s nothing quite as real as what you dream

Navy Town

Written by Mark Montijo

©Mark Montijo 2012

I’m a Mexican Jew from a Navy town
I was born inside a whirlwind
I was raised on the Bible and bubblegum
I was suckled by my girlfriend
I don't know half the reasons
I was not like other kids
I don't know why some lessons took
I don't know why some never did
Well, I was friends with Jesus ‘til they sailed him off to war
I don't believe I'll ever have a friend like Jesus anymore

Well, when I left home I was seventeen
I was one step short of crazy
I was just about as sorry as a boy could be
I was poor and I was lazy
I don't know half the reasons
For the strange, strange things I did
Half my senses slipped away
And half my feelings hid
But I was testing freedom ‘til I locked up every door
I don't believe I'd ever live through that much freedom anymore

Now I'm living in the middle of a beggar’s dream
I don't know how I found my way here
Living on the edges of the ways things seem
And I hope that I can stay here
I guess that I'm still crazy
I'm just living for the thrill
I don't know half the reasons yet
And I probably never will
But I'll still keep on guessing and I guess no one should mind
Just one old friend of Jesus feeling fine

Your First Song

Written by Mark Montijo

©Mark Montijo 2012

A cloudless starry night in late December
The kind of night that makes you feel like you belong
The shadows of the moon
Got me singing out their tune
But the notes turn out to be your first sad song

Driving back across the years from street to street sign
And they say that I was right and you were wrong
And they shine so clear and bright
As they reach out through the night
‘til they’re filtered through the notes of your first song

Your first song you hoped would show your fear of leaving
Your first song of dreams I never let you show
Your first vision that your life was worth retrieving
Your first voice to say you’re strong enough to go

Instrumental Break

Your first song you hoped would show your fear of leaving
Your first song of dreams I never let you show
Your first vision that your life was worth retrieving
Your first voice to say you’re strong enough to go

Well, the radio still plays your first sad love song
With your farewell gently laced between the lines
And the current of the song just seems to carry me along
‘til I've heard your last goodbye a thousand times

Front Street

Written by Mark Montijo

©Mark Montijo 2012

It's a couple of blocks from Front Street
Down to Highway 94
Just a couple of blocks from my little house
And a woman who waits by the door
It’s a house like lots of others
On a street no worse than most
But this Front Street life is just six blocks long
And the highway runs coast to coast

I’ve been living down here on Front Street
For going on seven years
I’ve wound up looking like all of my friends
It’s like living in a house of mirrors
But I’ve got no real companions
I’ve got nothing I’d care to keep
I’ve been gambling with myself
And I’ve been losing too much sleep

I'm gone gone gone; I've been sitting here too long
Gone gone gone; I never felt this strong
Looking out toward Highway 94
Just step outside and I close the door

A lot of people here on Front Street
Will be glad to see me go
They say I don't fit in well here
And I guess maybe they should know
So I'll head on up that highway
Probably heading for a fall
But I'd rather be in trouble than to be nowhere at all

I'm gone gone gone; I’ve been sitting here too long
Gone gone gone; I never felt this strong
Looking out toward Highway 94
Just step outside and I'm sure
Just step outside and I close the door