We Were the Future

songs by Michael Amo and Rick Fathers

 

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      Meadowlarking - Amo/Fathers

Rick came up with the music and the title for this one before I wrote the lyrics.  I think it means getting lost in your own thoughts or perhaps dreaming of a better world.  Or maybe it refers to the Harlem Globetrotters.  

From my window I can see the park.  It’s a single bench surrounded by apartment blocks.  There’s a man there, shoe, no socks, praying for delivery and he’s meadowlarking.  He’s meadowlarking.

In your kiss I can taste the hunger, a powerful desire to get out from under.There’s a man there, an image of another, who you’re dreaming of receiving and you’re meadowlarking.  You’re meadowlarking.

You’re meadowlarking. You’re meadowlarking.

In this life I can feel the spark of something greater than this gathering dark.  There’s a hope there, a sacred thought, and I may be a fool but I’m meadowlarking.  I’m meadowlarking.

I’m meadowlarking. I’m meadowlarking. I’m meadowlarking…

© Unstrung Songs 2015

 

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Sometimes we can get so lost in our own schemes and ambitions, we need to give ourselves a good kick.  I have very tight hamstrings which makes such a maneuver difficult so Rick and I wrote this song instead.

      Martin - Amo/Fathers

I hear that they found ice on the moon, buried so deep, locked in the moon.

I see in your eyes that you can’t hear me but I know you’re in there, a light in the sea. I know you’re in there, a light in the sea.

Martin, you never can tell. All you may need is a break from yourself.

Martin, you never can tell. All you may need is a break from yourself.

All you may need is a break from yourself.

Do you remember when we first set out?  Promises made as the road, it rolled out.

So far to go until we could be free, laying there whispering, just you and me. Laying there wishing, just you and me.

Martin, you never can tell. All you may need is a break from yourself.

Martin, you ring like a bell. All you may need is a break from yourself.

All you may need is a break from yourself.

Downtown, the lights, they rotate like a wheel, over and over, weightless, unreal, throwing off shadows as we both rush by.

Larger than life, we fall into the sky.  Reaching for life, we fall into the sky.

Martin, you never can tell. All you may need is a break from yourself.

Martin, you ring like a bell. All you may need is a break from yourself.

© Unstrung Songs 2015

 

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      Three Chord Teenage Suicide Blues - Amo/Fathers

We are never more romantic, impetuous or inspired then when we are adolescents.  We’re also obnoxious, self-involved and insane (yes, that was me going by on the bike)…  

How can there be so many pretty girls?  Think I’ll hang myself from a tree behind the school.

You sit in front of me in calculus and history.  You have no idea the damage that you do to me.

How could you let him kiss you at the dance? Yeah, I know I’m shorter but I think that I deserve a chance. I think that I’ll go home and write another song.  With these three chords, you know I can’t go wrong.

Or maybe I will ride my bike past your house until you see the poetry inside my soul and just how much you mean to me.

Or maybe I will ride my bike past your house until you see the poetry inside my soul and just how much you mean to me.

How can there be so many pretty girls?  Think I’ll hang myself from a tree behind the school.

© Unstrung Songs 2015

 

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      Winterstreet - Amo/Fathers

Growing up in our small town, Rick and I used to play a lot of road hockey. Out there under the streetlights and snow, it was easy to feel like we were ghosts.  That feeling (and being decades removed from those winter nights) inspired this song.

Hey boys, grab your sticks.  The plow has come around. Night is here and the time is right with the streetlights shining down.

It’s game on now.

Yes, I know there’s been disappointment.  The summer’s turned to dust. The schoolyard is buried deep with no trace left of us.  But tonight the ghosts are back on winterstreet.  Yeah, tonight we’ll get it back on winterstreet.

Now lift your stick. Raise your voice. Send smoke into the air.  Shout it up into the stars that are falling everywhere.  We’re feeling fine tonight on winterstreet.  Yeah, we’re a mile high on winterstreet.

Hey boys, grab your sticks.  The plow has come around. Night is here and the time is right with the streetlights shining down.

It’s game on now.

© Unstrung Songs 2015

 

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      Galilee - Amo/Fathers

Since I never get invited to any of the cool parties, I have to imagine what they’d be like.  “Galilee” is a song written about a hypothetical post-death after-party on a beach where we all enjoy a barbeque and a cocktail before going our separate eternal ways.

So glad you’re here. Haven’t seen you in I don’t know how many years.  Shake off that dust.  Dip your cup. Take a drink. Now you’re one of us.

Cold and pure flows the water from the river to the sea.  Side by side we’ll stand together on the shores of Galilee.

Let’s walk awhile.  Meet the one who broke your heart.  Don’t you love her smile?  Now that we’re here, all the things that I longed to say, they just disappear.

Cold and pure flows the water from the river to the sea.    Side by side we’ll stand together on the shores of Galilee.

Uncle Chris is checking out that naked blonde.  Auntie Jo is kicking off her shoes.  Tomorrow we must board that black ship. Tonight it’s Chardonnay and barbeque.

So glad you’re here. Haven’t seen you in I don’t know how many years.

© Unstrung Songs 2015

 

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