CD's Song Titles "Like Water" The Judas Silver "Calling On Love" Calling On Love Last Tango In Paradise Queen Of Northern Lights "Fields Of Elysian" Money Town If I Could Fly All This Time Twilight Cafe' The Fields Of Elysian "Game Of Dances" Gates To The Wind When You Came Home The Fury, The Fire And The Fool "Unbroken Chain" Unbroken Chain Henry Joseph All The Young Boys Blue Eyed Lady "Into The Clouds The Hills Of Glendale Green Valley

Judas Silver Calling On Love Last Tango In Paradise Paul Kamm, 1999 Ruby Eyes Publishing, BMI ( a prayer, small though it might be, that the better part of humanity may finally eclipse the dark face of fear...) Paul Kamm, 1999 Ruby Eyes Publishing, BMI I guess I must be crazy tonight to dream of children sleeping tight Not playing under skies where bombs will fall Could it be that crazy after all I’m Calling on Love.... come rescue us I wandered where the mountains meet the sea little souvenirs of people on the beach Like so much more that’s hiding in the deep It’s just a little secret that we keep Calling on Love... come rescue us Suspicion follows everything that’s next You can speak your mind, but they’ll object You can call it Left or Right but I don’t mind There’s just some things that we should leave behind Calling on Love... come rescue us I guess we must be crazy tonight To dream of children sleeping tight Not playing under skies where bombs will fall Could it be that crazy after all Calling on Love... come rescue us They used to have a good thing here now the rent's too high and the air ain't clear anymore in the garden of Eden The city's pushing further out with shopping malls and suburban clout like a sore that won't stop bleeding The melting pot's filled with fire and ice Looks like we're dancing the last tango in paradise In fourteen hundred and ninety two all young braves were talking 'bout what to do about these boats that were coming I guess we'll feed 'em they look alright but what's this gold they keep talking about all night I think we're missing something The table's rattling now with loaded dice looks like we're dancing the last tango in paradise Yesterday is like a distant hum but I ain't waiting 'til the last dance comes in the garden of Eden. Return To Top The Queen Of Northern Lights Money Town Paul Kamm 1999 Ruby Eyes Publishing, BMI (In honor of the Muse.....Losing your shadow can leave you with a hollow, unfamiliar loneliness... but if you look hard enough, it will find you again.) Paul Kamm,1994, Ruby Eyes Publishing, BMI Come darkness spin my coat with shadows and pale blue smoke and places that no one goes far away, come sit by me Now out on the endless road from town to town you go a drink for a Siren's note a fair exchange, the way that I see Are you like the wind, a gypsy King a stranger in the night will you look forever trying to find the Queen of northern light In snow fields that scrape the sky in the shimmer of city lights you shadow me day and night a fair exchange, the way that I see Come darkness spin my coat with echoes of pale blue notes a loon from a drifting boat far away, come sit by me. Down the silver thread, through the valley below The sky is closing in and her kisses are slow Faded jewel beside the sea Bright lights and empty streets In Money Town... Looking high and low for the latest dream Another rush for gold from a tired seam Faded jeans and worn out shoes Fast cars can’t shake the blues In Money Town... Slipping into another day Counting cards along the way High above where the eagles fly There’s something calling you So at night you lay with the gypsy again Softly in your ear, she whispers “my friend No mercy comes too late This fever too will break” in Money Town....... If I Could Fly All This Time Paul Kamm, 1994 Ruby Eyes Publishing, BMI (originally inspired by the plight of political prisoners the world over...until we remembered those prisoners closer to all of us...those of domestic violence and sexual abuse.) Paul Kamm, 1994 Ruby Eyes Publishing, BMI (written by Paul, for Eleanore's mother, whom she's never met... Especiallyfor those adoptees who long for the circle to be complete) I've been so long here though it is not my home inside the four walls of the governor's jail I have no answers for all of their questioning stuck like a songbird inside a cage I close my eyes and then I can finally see If I could fly over the walls and the wire fly like a bird on the wing no prison bars could hold these songs of freedom and more than I, these songs will sing. When the dreaming is over and no one has come for me too many's the songbird that's gone from the bough High on the breezes that blow through the topmost sails that's where you'll find me as I'm looking down. I close my eyes and then I can finally see If I could fly over the walls and the wire fly like a bird on the wing no prison bars could hold these songs of freedom and more than I, these songs will sing. There are voices in my head I hear most of what they say oh but sometimes I don't listen much The mirror on the bathroom wall is my only photograph of you as you might have once appeared to me My love is here - tell me what you really feel I met a stranger on the street one that looked a lot like me I wonder did she know your face somewhere They've hidden you in secret file you could be close or many miles all this time I know that you've been there My love is here - tell me what you feel Do you live in California or in Tennessee does the wind blow your hair in some delta breeze now I keep a place inside that only you would see oh but all this time did you think of me There's a shadow on the wall it follows me as I get up down the hallway in the black of night I stumble over hidden toys from my only baby girl she is sleeping as I turn the light... My love is here... Return To Top Twilight Cafe Fields of Elysian Paul Kamm, 1994 Ruby Eyes Publishing, BMI Paul Kamm/ Chris Kamm, 1994 Ruby Eyes Publishing, BMI Down by the harbour lights where the tall ships stand and the sailors are throwing dice at the end of the day Let's share us a good year tell me your story I'll meet you at sundown at the Twilight Cafe Prometheus stole the ancient fire I don't want to be at all that way All that I needed is not to hunger inside and to see you laughing at the Twilight Cafe When after the gold and the silver are gone and after the wine and after the song when the last of the sails have faded away why don't we go to the Twilight Cafe Now the evening's a warm one with the wind from the south seagulls are diving in the stillwater bay A band is just starting up on down the street I can her the music from the Twilight Cafe There's a lot of pretty women but they're not you they don't answer the things that I say you shouldn't take lightly a love that is true I'll meet you at sundown at the Twilight Cafe I saw a friend of mine walking on a winter's day taking a path that had at one time been mine crumbling now I see the garden wall is falling down in the embrace of passing time I've been a fool before I hope it's not held over me burning my feet upon the drifting sands blinded by certainty with spirits dancing through my hands in the embrace of rhyming lines Though I lay my head on a pallet of straw or a fine woven silk featherbed I will find y way as sure as the wind to the Fields of Elysian I saw a friend of mine walking on a winter's day taking a breath that had at one time been mine Return To Top Gates Of The Wind When You Came Home Paul Kamm 1987 Ruby Eyes Publishing. BMI (dedicated to the Northern Sporades.. the Gates of the Wind) Paul Kamm 1987 Ruby eyes Publishing, BMI Oh Captain - I’m running with you tonight You’re reeling in your living that comes from deep within from the water’s womb And Captain - You’re looking up overhead You see the jet stream tracing highways in the heavens over ancient land The shores are getting crowded as summer people grow... You go dancing on the water with the diamonds in the waves Dancing through these islands Through the gates of the wind It’s twilight - I’m wandering through the town These streets have many secrets In the whitewash and the beacons and the cobblestone It’s midnight - You’re pulling in ‘round the coast in thousand year old patterns I can see the lanterns in the pale moonlight The morning brings my coffee as you’re just coming home... Too late you came back from the wars now As the river runs, so now you wander Too many young have lost their way there Carried away in the river’s arms It’s a good game we played together We share the blood, but still are strangers The ground is cold where we have fallen No names to share, no names to share And when you’ve gone for some years now And the blood in the river’s fading And when the bells, they are done tolling Too late you came, when you came home Too late you came back from the wars now Too late to know even why you went there And all those tears she’s weeping for you It’s all the life that’s left of you I watch parades, all banners waving It don’t do much for a dead man’s saving Is it us or them we’re weeping for now We lose again, but we still don’t see Return To Top The Fury, The Fire and The Fool Unbroken Chain Paul Kamm 1987 Ruby Eyes Publishing, BMI Paul Kamm 1989 Ruby Eyes Publishing, BMI It is cold outside and all along the darkened street the raindrops plan to fall and beat their endless way into the stony ground Inside the courtyard a carriage is awaiting now His questions lie in furrows on her brow She climbs inside and pulls the curtain down He’s such a crazy, crazy man Her questions are just answers he can’t understand She cries out impatiently she says, baby, I need somebody I need some peace Down by the water he watches when he has nothing more to say Silent cactus in the desert soaking up the rainy day The shadows bathe his sorrow just like they always do Sometimes so much choosing gets you crazy The fury and the fire and the fool He’s such a crazy, crazy man His questions are just answers he can’t understand He’s a child learning wisdom at the big parade And it’s time that he learned to be unafraid Of the fury and the fire and the fool... Whispers come and go and lay down beside the bed No hollow place remains untouched I forget sometimes I can feel this much Time is moving slow I think of all the things we said To find the words that will mend the rhyme and feel this way for a long, long time And from the window I can see a ship, beleaguered by the sea And there’s a chain that holds it there while it rests and makes repair Being held in sheltered water We come home to love’s unbroken chain There are no prisons here and the jailer doesn't hold the key Nowhere to run, for all I know than right here where we are free to go So I will come for you If you will come and look for me To break the bars and stoke the light when it burns too dim for to see at night Through all these buildings etched in stone and wild places still unknown I gladly wear the love we hold just like this unbroken band of gold Being held in sheltered water Unafraid to face the sea We come home to love's unbroken chain Return To Top Henry Joseph All The Young Boys Paul Kamm, Chris Kamm 1989 Ruby eyes Pub., BMI Paul Kamm 1989 Ruby Eyes Publishing BMI ( inspired by the Peter Weir film, ‘Gallipoli’...) Henry Joseph was a farmer in the Oklahoma sun homestead a century ago He cut the earth with many oxen built his house of sodden ton safe in the blistering snow And the crops grew high for one year then failed again for three His wife gave the birthing to seven Some would work and some would leave Henry Joseph, there’s no time for looking back in the land you knew so long All these rolling fields they’re waiting for you now in the Oklahoma sun To gather the harvest in Henry Junior was a farmer in the Oklahoma sun Drove a tractor from dawn to dusk He cut the Earth in the same way each and every year and gathered the harvest in The crops grew hot and thirsty in the dustbowl of ‘33 His wife gave the birthing to seven but most went west to the San Joaquin Henry Joseph, the days are looking bad in the land you knew so long And all these arid fields they’re waiting for you now in the Oklahoma sun To gather the harvest in In the boom of the ‘50s everything was looking good Hard times seemed long, long ago There was sweeping legislation and all new machines and crops grew in endless rows The nation grew and prospered and ate all the fat of the land The family handed over the head of the table to Uncle Sam Henry Joseph, the days never end in the land you knew so long And all those wealthy fields they’re waiting for you now in the Oklahoma sun - To gather the harvest in Henry’s family still are farmers in the Oklahoma sun Trying times are at hand Idle tractors in the shed rows and the engines do not run in fields that are under manned The banker took the combine to pay off last year’s bills and the family lives in too many states they know it’s time to come on home Henry Joseph, it’s time for looking back in the land you knew so long and all these empty fields they’re waiting for you now in the Oklahoma sun to gather the harvest in All the young boys in their fancy green are a’waitin for the train at the end of their leave proud of the stripes they got stitched to their shirts But they double check pockets for a look at their girl for it’s a mighty long way to be going.... With a drink and a smoke and a boast or two he jokes with his buddies just to feel reassured They grin about women in far ports of call And in the morning they pack up and they don’t talk at all... All the young boys in their fancy green are heading for glory and ready to bleed A sweetheart’s picture ain’t all you need alone when the piper calls Cause it’s a mighty long way to be going... The lights on the hill are fiery and bright and the stars in the heavens are blazing tonight You lie on your back and you drift away while the sounds of gunfire beg you to stay A cold lullaby for the dying... The smoke and the fire give way to the dawn and the angels they come and take some of them home While the lucky one’s, they reach for their shirts for the pictures of angels they hope to see first... Now all the young boys, that can’t sleep at night that be itching’ to join up and honor their right to be learnin’ bout dying before they have loved and to fly with the Raven instead of the Dove Return To Top Blue Eyed Lady The Hills Of Glendale Paul Kamm 1989 Ruby Eyes Publishing, BMI Paul Kamm 1991 Ruby Eyes Publishing, BMI (there should be no grudge held against people struggling to feed their families, only against ‘big business’. It’s time to find other jobs to take up the slack for our rapidly diminishing forests) Money ain’t nothing to me when your eyes of blue are smiling and your hair is spinning around in the north wind’s blow And I haven’t missed the time when I was a careless rover and the highways reached ahead endlessly Now they lead me home to you, my blue eyed lady I remember the green of Glencoe in the spring of love’s embracing When there weren’t any words to say no and no one to say them Now the leaves are falling down in gold and scarlet covers Waiting for the snow, silently As I lay here with you with you, my blue eyed lady Now I suppose it’s time to be on the straight and narrow But to tell you truly I don’t really care for the life they say I need If you’re not there'll never go Now the lamps they’re a’burning down low while the old north wind takes to blowing And I know at last I’ve come a better road And I haven’t missed the time when I was a careless rover and the highways reached ahead endlessly ‘Cause now they lead me home to you, my blue eyed lady The rain kissed the ground on the first of May On the barren crown of the Dead Man’s lake While the morning came singing through the diesel wail The cutters are cutting in the hills of Glendale The wagons came with their flags ablaze from the 10 mile river to the boundary bay Setting the choke on the ones going to sale Leaving not one in the hills of Glendale Can you see the smoke from the Brunswick mill And the mud from the cut up on Old Tunnel hill here’s one for the banker and one for the joe The morning comes early, the morning comes pale the cutters are cutting in the hills of Glendale When Charlie came to the promised land He hadn’t a dime for his bread and jam To the Brunswick mill he signed on one day ‘Cause any job’s a good one when they give you your pay And he thought it strange when the people came and lay down in the road in the cutter’s way Here’s one spike for Charlie and one for the joe The morning comes early, the morning comes pale the cutters are cutting in the hills of Glendale The rain kissed the ground on the first of May the promised land is washing away the morning came singing through the diesel's wail The cutters are cutting in the hills of Glendale. Return To Top Green Valley Paul Kamm 1991 Ruby Eyes Publishing, BMI Like a breathless child I am reelin’ in the cradle Of the bright carny lights on the carousel And night is no relief from the warm eyes of my darlin' that I left so far away In Green Valley The streets are lined again with the old, abandoned faces And the bottle rings a bell with too many men Who have scorned the warm embrace and let go the misty mountains and all the gold they had in Green Valley Valley so green down below while the mountain road is covered with snow I hear you calling me back though I have strayed from you there are no lips so sweet as I’m layin’ here beside you Inside the warm embrace Of Green Valley The morning sky is gray with the smoke from fires burnin' and the dreamin' fades away with the sound of the jack We come from miles around just to feel the weight of the silver and be caught under the spell of it's singin' I hardly feel a thing ‘til I think of you one moment And I know I’m found again but can’t tell you why into your fertile soil I have planted all my hopes there and then turned and walked away from Green Valley From the smallest seed there grows the fairest flower that leads me ever home to Green Valley Return To Top