HAT CHECK GIRL
KISS ME QUICK


all songs © Annie Gallup & Peter Gallway. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

1. MOVING WEST
2. EARL HAD THE NIGHT SHIFT
3. HOW FAR WILL YOU GO
4. SECOND MONDAY OF THE WEEK
5. BEST KEPT SECRET IN BLUE HILL
6. NEW OLD LIFE
7. ONE AND THE SAME
8. MY DREAM LAST NIGHT
9. HE LOVED HORSES
10. MEMORY
11. EVERYBODY DANCE AND SPIN
12. KISS ME QUICK

 MOVING WEST

We packed it on up, put it in piles
Took it to the dump, tears in our eyes
All the things we did in this good old place
Funny this old house is like your sweet face

We’re moving west, gonna follow the sun
We’ll get the kids up, put the coffee on
Take the ten-cent goldfish, the credit card and a couple hundred bucks
We’re moving west, wish us luck

Your daddy got this place when his daddy’s heart gave out
And he raised his little girl to say please and thank you
It’s been me and you since high school, now we got little girls ourselves
It’s a good old house, hope it’s good for someone else

We’re moving west, gonna follow the sun
We’ll get the kids up, put the coffee on
Take the ten-cent goldfish, the credit card and a couple hundred bucks
We’re moving west, wish us luck

They say the life just left this county
When everything shut down and all the pills came in
We’ve done our best, I guess we played our part
And maybe out west we’ll leave these dark angels behind us

Remember those times we sat on this porch
Played guitars and all sang a few songs
We’ll have each other, me and you and the girls
Wherever we go we’ll say a prayer for our new home

We’re moving west, gonna follow the sun
We’ll get the kids up, put the coffee on
Take the ten-cent goldfish, the credit card and a couple hundred bucks
We’re moving west, wish us luck

EARL HAD THE NIGHT SHIFT

Earl had the night shift 11 to 7
We’d head on up and he’d talk and smoke
He had a way of moving cool and slow
The softest face white as a ghost

Earl’s eyes were yellow like smoke-stained fingers
A voice so soft he’d never get mad
Loved his wife on One-Forty-Seven
Sometimes we’d drive him up and turn back around

He had something in his pocket make you slip away
We came up every single night all that summer
His eyes got heavy but he’d never drift off
There were cars to move all night long

Earl had the night shift man it was quiet
The radio low on Symphony Sid
Sometimes we’d talk or watch the street
We met Earl that summer with Lenny the Greek

He had something in his pocket make you slip away
We came up every single night all that summer
His eyes got heavy but he’d never drift off
There were cars to move all night long

Earl wasn’t no hustle just a workingman
Went home to his wife, his kids long gone
He had a need that went back, way way back
It was there in his pocket every single night

Money ran out we had to go home
We didn’t look back we were just kids
But slow and steady, 11 to 7
Earl had the night shift, that’s where we left him

He had something in his pocket make you slip away
We came up every single night all that summer
His eyes got heavy but he’d never drift off
There were cars to move all night long

Earl had the night shift . . .

HOW FAR WILL YOU GO

He wears a cross around his neck
And not the star he was born to escape
What does it mean to him?
“I like the shape”

Eyes like a wolf and the colors don’t match
Why would he drink himself under the table
Straight from the bottle that has skull with an eyepatch
“I like the label”

How far will you go, will you stop at nothing?
I don’t know but I wonder
How far you will go
There’s a riddle in the cross of our roads
And the stars we are walking under
How far will you go?

His stories are gold but they don’t add up
He tells them well but they can’t all be true
Does he believe I’ll believe every word?
“That’s up to you”

He’s been through hell but he won’t explain
Scars for proof but the truth is still hazy
To know what he knows, would he do it again?
“I’d have to be crazy”

How far will you go, will you stop at nothing?
I don’t know but I wonder
How far you will go
There’s a riddle in the cross of our roads
And the stars we are walking under
How far will you go?

He wears a cross on a silver chain
Covers my eyes with his steady hands
What does he need me to be?
“Just understand”

How far will you go, will you stop at nothing?
I don’t know but I wonder
How far you will go
There’s a riddle in the cross of our roads
And the stars we are walking under
How far will you go, will you stop at nothing?
I don’t know but I wonder
How far will you go?

SECOND MONDAY OF THE WEEK

Top of the morning, time to get up
Get on up you sleepyhead
That ol’ mule is waitin’ on you
To walk the row and down the other side

What do I know, what do I do
What do I do to take care of you?
Fix some fence, haul the water
Kiss your face and good lovin’ too

It’s the second Monday of the week
We better get up it’s a second chance
Don’t be a bucket dropping down the well
Makes no sense to drive yourself to hell

Top of the morning, gonna get hot
Take your hat the big straw one
I’ll bring the basket ‘round twelve o’clock
Meet you at the break in the split-rail fence

Hope there’s shade, maybe some rain
Been so dry can’t hardly spit
This old mule catch my eye
Says hey old man what you think you’re doin’?

It’s the second Monday of the week
We better get up it’s a second chance
Don’t be a bucket dropping down the well
Makes no sense to drive yourself to hell

Hell ain’t no place to catch yourself
Heaven ain’t nothing like here on earth
All we get is what we got
Fix yourself a good strong shot
Give all the loving a good man got

Top of the morning, time to get up
Get on up you sleepyhead
That ol’ mule is waitin’ on you
To walk that row and down the other side

It’s the second Monday of the week
We better get up, it’s a second chance
Don’t be a bucket dropping down the well
Makes no sense to drive yourself
Makes no sense to drive yourself to hell

BEST KEPT SECRET IN BLUE HILL

Later, when we thought back on the summer and fall
No one could remember if Marty had been there at all
“His band was hot. They could have been discovered” said Jane
“so they were playing every hole in the wall in northern Maine”

The best kept secret in Blue Hill
The best kept secret in Blue Hill

I thought I heard his music pouring out the barroom door
But when I went inside, the stage was bare, nobody on the dance floor
“He was everywhere and he was nowhere” said Joe
“His house was dark and silent but his songs were on the radio”

The best kept secret in Blue Hill
The best kept secret in Blue Hill

The DJ played his songs at Rose and Joe’s reception
He should have been best man, he would have toasted them as only he can
“But he was worst man,” said Clare, “he wasn’t there”

Remember the night he made up lyrics on the spot
The crowd spilled out the door and almost filled the parking lot
and everyone was dancing, everyone was buying rounds
and we never thought he’d ever get too famous for this town

The best kept secret in Blue Hill
The best kept secret in Blue Hill

NEW OLD LIFE

It’s my new old life I just got back into Tulsa
It would be me and you if you were here by my side
I left you with your mother in that house down in Norman
Who would of thought a twister could spin you away

It’s my new old life except I don’t know what I’m doing
I can’t seem to sleep and the TV just blinks
I try to remember but my mind’s gone cloudy
Like the dark of the sky when it took you away

Hey sweet Henry, hey there my man
You were my anchor you were my friend
It was me and my mother, wind darkening the sun
Up, up and around as the oak trees came down

I don’t know what to think or half what to say
The words have been taken like the light of the day
I loved you like nothing I ever had known
I loved you like something you get to call your own

It’s my new old life I just got back in the city
It would be me and you if you were here by my side
I left you with your mother in that house by the crossroads
They say they’d never seen nothing like the twister that day

Hey sweet Henry, hey there my man
You were my anchor you were my friend
It was me and my mother, wind darkening the sun
Up and around, up and around, up and around
And I pray you will land in your new old life

My new old life, my new old life, this new old life

ONE AND THE SAME

He looks like her father. Don’t try to tell her he is not like her father
She takes him at face value. She’s a visual person.
Then she’s up to her eyes with familiar lies and bother
But if she watches the curve of his mouth she’s blind to his cursing

She closes her eyes. Nobody to blame
What he is and he isn’t are one and the same

He drives like a madman with reckless abandon, incredible skill
Flashing through traffic and somehow nobody gets killed
And catching her breath, she is tickled to death by the thrill
She knows she should run there and then, but she never will

She closes her eyes. Nobody to blame
What he is and he isn’t are one and the same

Burn it all page by page, turn it stone by stone
She sings like a bird in a cage when there’s nobody home
Fall far from the tree, nothing’s thicker than water
There’s no place like home, she’s nobody’s daughter

He looks like her father so it doesn’t matter he is not her father
Her heart follows blindly. Seeing is believing.
So how would she ever know one is not the other
To her mind they are two of a kind, and both of them leaving

She closes her eyes. Nobody to blame
He is what he isn’t
She closes her eyes like a child’s game.
What he is and he isn’t are one and the same
She closes her eyes.
One and the same

MY DREAM LAST NIGHT

She says I got to wear a dress in my dream last night
I picture her walking in the West End shadow
The moon a sliver nearly out of sight
In a summer dress she says kiss me quick

She says I got to wear a dress in my dream last night
Her eyes clear, deep as a novel
Maybe the one I’ll sit down and write
About the way she thinks I can only marvel

She says I got to wear a dress in my dream last night
I remember the time we went north to write
In a rented house we could smell the sea
The salt of the sea, the salt on our skin

Picture that dress in an innocent dream
Like faith and freedom and a long afternoon
Like words on the page and the simplest things
Making sense the way things should be

She says I got to wear a dress in my dream last night
I picture her as a younger girl
I can see her now as she must have been
The way she is, the way I am
In a summer dress she says kiss me quick

HE LOVED HORSES

He loved horses since he was a kid
And as a young man he crossed the river down south
Looking for something that’s what young men did
And when he came home he just wasn’t the same

Didn’t talk of it much but there was a girl
Sometimes things don’t work out the way you hope they will
He’s got a feel for horses not much anything else
He’s still up in the Mission below Kalispell

Horses are skittish and horses are strong
They want to know who you are and what you want
They need to run free like the rest of us I guess
He always loved horses more than anything else

He grew up in South Texas had to fend for himself
Learned to speak Spanish as good as it gets
He had a feel for horses like his daddy did
But that cowboy took off when he was just a kid

Horses are skittish and horses are strong
They want to know who you are and what you want
They want to run free like the rest of us I guess
He always loved horses more than anything else

Oh the mountains of Sonora hold secrets it’s true
Bands of wild horses in the light of the moon
It was there that I found her, there she found me too
It was there that we lost ourselves in the light of the moon

They say he’s a loner but he’s quiet is all
Say he talks to his horses and sticks to himself
Guess he likes it there in the Mission and the Swan
They say he’s got a daughter but we don’t know for sure

Horses are skittish and horses are strong
They want to know who you are and what you want
They need to run free like the rest of us I guess
He always loved horses more than anything else

He loved horses since he was a kid
And as a young man he crossed the river down south
Looking for something that’s what young men did
And when he came home he just wasn’t the same

MEMORY

They say each time you remember the memory will drift
So you lose what’s true by not forgetting it
I wanted to remember everything about you
But I wore your memory through… this is just a story

It was summer, endless summer. You were wild and out of place
with your broken English, and your broken-in suitcase
It was everything, and nothing at all, a secret swept away
Afraid what the whole world would say

But each time I remember the memory will drift
I lose you just a little bit

In this city of strangers, we had no place to go
where we wouldn’t be seen by somebody that somebody knows
We were underground and bound together by the same force
that makes diamonds from coal, the weight of the world.

But each time I remember the memory will drift
I lose you just a little bit

In the end, I chose you, in the end you couldn’t choose
which, in the end, is choosing, so we cut each other loose
I walked away and walked all night
Heat still rising from the streets, at first light

But each time I remember the memory will drift
And I lose you
I lose you just a little bit

EVERYBODY DANCE AND SPIN

We put a band together, had the tour of our life
Then she went back to Ohio and he went back to his wife
Everybody dance and spin

If it wasn’t for the music, if it wasn’t for the money
There’d be hell to pay, oh there’s hell to pay, honey
Everybody dance and spin

Nothing surprises me anymore
Didn’t we write this song once before?
That night in Brighton we were sick and bored
Everybody dance and spin

Blue light above the bar looks ghostly but I’m drawn to it
My third and fourth martinis smell like a first aid kit
Everybody dance and spin

Nothing surprises me anymore
Didn’t we write this song once before?
That night in Brighton we were sick and bored
Everybody dance and spin
Nothing surprises me anymore
Didn’t we write this song once before?
Played it in Dayton and the crowd roared
Everybody dance and spin

We put a band together, had the tour of our life
Then she went back to Ohio and he went back to his wife
Everybody dance and spin

KISS ME QUICK

You were the prettiest thing I’d ever seen.
Must have been a trick of the light.
You were dressed to kill and you were mean.
Oh, you were mine, alright…
I gave you a rose as a kind of joke
I thought I would love you until something broke
Like my heart or my bones or the dinnerware
I was scared I would break you beyond repair

But the stars are out and the night is still
You don’t know me and you never will
You are nothing (You are everything)
Like I thought (I hoped) you’d be
Kiss me quick, the joke’s on me

You’re a flower that grows where the earth is scarred
brilliant, brave, too fragile for words
And you’re a pedigreed dog, well bred, gone feral
When you’re cornered you snap and snarl
I couldn’t believe you took the bait
I was so lonely I couldn’t see straight
And you were dressed to kill and you were mean
You were the prettiest thing I’d ever seen

But the stars are out and the night is still
You don’t know me and you never will
You are nothing (You are everything)
Like I thought (I hoped) you’d be
Kiss me quick, the joke’s on me
Kiss me quick