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Last Words

by Pea Pickin' Hearts

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1.
Don’t change the station, gonna be a long, long day. What’s our destination, where we gonna play? 500 miles west, driving through the night. Maybe silence is best, no singing tonight. But I know every word, every verse, every chorus. Tired of my singing?Don’t you want a performance? Shall we make a joyful noise? Maybe not this time. You said sing another chorus? Maybe not this time. Should I sing a duet with Dori? No she’s doin’ fine. How ’bout Harmony with the boys? Maybe not this time. The Train has left the station. It’s been a long, long day. But my heart’s still longing to perform anyway. You should close your eyes, enjoy a silent dream. No encore for tonight. Let sleepy eyes sleep. But I know every word, every verse, every chorus. A lullabye for you? No final performance. But I know this song. Don’t sing it. Even know the verses. Don’t dream it. I could drum the tune. Don’t beat it. But I know this song. Don’t repeat it. You claim my voice is pretty and worth a shiny dime. Your silence now is petty, but my voice is still mine. Just ’cause you know it, don’t mean you have to show it. Listen with your ears, maybe just this one time. But I know every word, every verse, every chorus. Just let me sing for you–one final performance. Shall we make a joyful noise? Maybe not this time. You said sing another chorus? Maybe not this time. Should I sing a duet with Dori? No she’s doin’ fine. How ’bout Harmony with the boys? Maybe not this time. But I Know This Sooooong. Maybe just not this time.
2.
All day cooking, dinner to prepare Chicken on the menu, dinner is near Buttermilk batter, crackers to coat Chicken on the table, find the gravy boat Don’t think I can wait, maybe just a snack Sardines & Saltines, eaten right out back “Somethin’s fishy,” I heard her yell. “Don’t ruin your dinner,” How can she tell? “Somethin’s fishy. Are those sardines?” To the sidewalk with my Saltines. “Somethin’s fishy,” I heard her yell. “Don’t ruin your dinner.” How can she tell? “Somethin’s fishy. You can’t really hide. Come back inside ’cause dinner’s at five.” The day’s half done, potatoes to mash Don’t forget milk & salt, just a dash Ambrosia salad, coconut pie String the beans, and beets beside Can’t wait much longer, another little snack Sardines & Saltines, eaten right out back “Somethin’s fishy,” I heard her yell. “Don’t ruin your dinner,” How can she tell? “Somethin’s fishy. Are those sardines?” To the sidewalk with my Saltines. “Somethin’s fishy,” I heard her yell. “Don’t ruin your dinner.” How can she tell? “Somethin’s fishy. You can’t really hide. Dinner’s on the table”, said with a smile wide. Day’s over, here we sit Sunday Dinner, lickety Split No salad, then no pie Dinner ruined. Wonder why? Back porch snacks did me in. Sunday Dinner, ruined again “Somethin’s fishy. I just knew it. Parked on the stairs–How could you do it?” “Somethin’s fishy. Those ARE sardines Out on the sidewalk with your Saltines.” “Somethin’s fishy. You made me yell. And ruined your dinner, I could just tell.” “Somethin’s fishy. You’ll get your due Tomorrow for dinner, enjoy sardine stew.”
3.
Last Words 03:12
Eighteen months later, he crossed the equator Home with PTSD & a replacement knee The seeds of sadness sown, the seeds of sadness sown He fought wars in his sleep. Swallowed feelings down deep. A newlywed no more, his family found the door All but for his momma, all but for his momma Heart so full, sheep of dark wool. How long can you stay? Just today? Heart of gold, dark sheep so bold. How long will you go? A day or so? Loved, but lost, but love endures. Dark sheep lost, my love is yours. Home from foreign war, injured where no wounds are Just a drink or a dance, that’s all he would ask Just to see you smile, just to see you smile Wife followed girlfriend. Girlfriend followed wife. Searching for family, could it end so nice? Loved, but alone. Still loved, but alone Four decades passed. He raised a glass Every morning, every noon, every night They found him dead–last words unsaid Dark morning, dark noon, dark night The war is over. Go home soldier. New morning, new noon, new night Heart so full, sheep of dark wool. How long can you stay? Just today? Heart of gold, dark sheep so bold. How long will you go? A day or so? Loved, but lost, but love endures. Dark sheep lost, my love is yours. My love is yours…
4.
Cut a Rug 02:11
Swing shift is over, Friday put to bed Saturday’s comin’, heels over head “To the record store we go,” Maggie Bee said. “Give me 45s, every new release. The hits & the B Sides, both up & down beats Country, ROCK & soul, play & repeat.” Cut a Rug, June Bug, Cut a Rug One step, two steps, Jitterbug Cut a Rug, June Bug, Cut a Rug One two three, baby dance with me One two three, baby dance with me Push back the couch, sofa table too. Roll up the rug. Close the curtains blue. Kick off your heels. Find your dan-cin’ shoes. Open up the console. Stack the records high. Be sure to check the speed–It’s 45. Let the vinyl spin & drop–one at a time. Cut a Rug, June Bug, Cut a Rug One step, two steps, Jitterbug Cut a Rug, June Bug, Cut a Rug One two three, baby dance with me One two three, baby dance with me Cakewalk, Can Can, Cha Cha too Disco, Double-time, Quick step do Foxtrot, Lindy Bop, Western Swing Waltz or Shimmy–Dancin’ Queen A few minutes left, last record drops. We’ve heard them all from 10 to the top. What do we do when the music stops? Until next week, Saturday you see. Stack them back high, every new release. Play them all again, both the UP & down beats. Cut a Rug, June Bug, Cut a Rug One step, two steps, Jitterbug Cut a Rug, June Bug, Cut a Rug One two three, baby dance with me One two three, baby dance with me Cut a Rug, June Bug, Cut a Rug One step, two steps, Jitterbug Cut a Rug, June Bug, Cut a Rug One two three, baby dance with me One two three, baby dance with me
5.
When your favorite shoe no longer fits And your favorite chair ceases to sit–quite right A family dream continues to swell All hopes and fears, a big fairy tale–burns bright Still the glass slipper just doesn’t fit Her seat on the throne ceases to sit–quite right, quite right Sweet Dumplin’ Rose spent all her life Collecting hearts in Sugar Grove Sweet as pie, oh Sugar, my Oh darlin’, don’t you go Or will she roam beyond the grove Taking her heart, Sweet Dumplin’ Rose Momma’s wedding dress will never fit Borrowed & blue ceases to sit–quite right A town holds its breath, hoping to sell Their favorite daughter on reasons to quell–her flight Every pew is packed. Will they all fit? The bride is due. Where do we sit—the left or right? Sweet Dumplin’ Rose spent all her life Collecting hearts in Sugar Grove Sweet as pie, oh Sugar, my Oh darlin’, don’t you go Or will she roam beyond the grove Taking her heart, Sweet Dumplin’ Rose Out the back, through the door Across the Grove, see you no more Keep the dress & favorite shoes The throne is yours, borrowed & blue Toes IN the grass, shoes in hand Suitcase packed, taking a stand Fairy tale aside on the road leaving Sugar Grove Sweet Dumplin’ Rose spent all her life Collecting hearts in Sugar Grove Sweet as pie, oh Sugar, my Oh darlin’, there she goes. And now she roams past Sugar Grove Taking our hearts Sweet Dumplin’ Rose Sweet Dumplin’ Rose spent all her life Collecting hearts in Sugar Grove Sweet as pie, oh Sugar, my Oh darlin’, there she goes. And now she roams past Sugar Grove Taking our hearts Sweet Dumplin’ Rose
6.
Water falls on a jungle scene T.C.B., a movie screen Dining room for every feast Kitchen of white in which to eat Video Screens, a royal view Wary eyes, blue suede shoes Shining spotlight, a royal life Land of Grace, nowhere to hide Throne of burden, too great to bear Homage to the king. You’ll find him there. Land of grace, behind the gates Memories trace, back to Graceland A music room for every hit A baby grand at which to sit Carpet white, muse tonight Curtains gold, behind he hides Mirrors ahead. Royals to see. Land of Memphis, graceful were we Shining spotlight, a royal life Land of Grace, nowhere to hide Throne of burden, too great to bear Homage to the king. You’ll find him there. Land of grace, behind the gates Memories trace, back to Graceland Royalty, behind the gates White house, guarded gate Public face, private side For a King, room to hide Gates of note, left behind In a state of grace, forever he lies Forever he lies Shining spotlight, a royal life Land of Grace, nowhere to hide Throne of burden, too great to bear Homage to the king. You’ll find him there. Land of grace, behind the gates Memories trace, back to Graceland Back to Graceland Back to Graceland
7.
Always second in line for a father’s love Always first in line for a mother’s don’ts He never wanted a life of his own A hand me down life, an era bygone Silk flowers in the front yard, a welcome mat to greet Basket by the front door, tiny shoes for absent feet A night light in the hall, rose soap & bubble bath A rusty old shaver & fringe around the mat Lived in, weary, worn & wise Of What does a life comprise? Tied down by stories & lives Not lived, only compromised Up from the past will he rise? Or will he live a hand me down life? Rooster holds the cookies, a pocket knife for cheese Mom’s old china pattern, a coffee can for keys China for his coffee, a Mason Jar for tea Dad’s old turkey carver, Mom’s best recipes A colonial couch, a giant floral rug A lazy recliner, Nascar poster above A sea of pink carpet, a big screen TV Steer horns on the mantle, a ragged doll beneath Lived in, weary, worn & wise Of What does a life comprise? Tied down by stories & lives Not lived, only compromised Up from the past will he rise? Or will he live a hand me down life? Carved four post bed, quilt for the spread Pillow just for one, old clock by the head Shot gun by the dresser, doilies in the drawer Gold leaf on the mirror, boots from the last World War Always second in line for a father’s love Always first in line for a mother’s don’ts He never wanted a life of his own A hand me down life, an era bygone Lived in, weary, worn & wise Of What does a life comprise? Tied down by stories & lives Not lived, only compromised Up from the past will he rise? Or will he live a hand me down life? Up from the past will he rise? Or will he live a hand me down life?
8.
Loonie Bird 03:00
Born & bred, raised all along To call it home, both sand & loam Always constant, Faithful & true A smile & wave to passers through True of heart, absent of song A different beat, so different all along A fish out of water, a loon on the land Air in the gills, walking on sand At home on water, the loon at sea But never a fish shall he be An Expanse of blue, hereditary sod Or pastures new, send my soul abroad Fruit of the tree, never to roam Wary to see, I have no home Blue of heart, absent of song A different beat, so different all along A fish out of water, a loon on the land Air in the gills, walking on sand At home on water, the loon at sea But never a fish shall he be Black sheep, blue fish Loonie bird, sing a song Black sheep, blue Fish Loonie bird, get along A fish out of water, a loon on the land Air in the gills, walking on sand At home on water, the loon at sea But never a fish shall he be Black sheep, blue fish Loonie bird, sing a song Black sheep, blue Fish Loonie bird, get along Black sheep, blue fish Loonie bird, sing a song Black sheep, blue Fish Loonie bird, get along Get along, get along Get along
9.
Federal, royal or soft Alice blue Lying on the shore beneath the sky–no shoes String tied to my toe, cutoffs of blue Using scraps for bait, line dropped low–in pursuit Here little blue crab, we’re waiting for you. The end of the string holds a treat just for you. I’ll sing you a song, written anew While sitting in sand just thinking of your hue The color of you, of eyes so true And baby bundles of little boys new The color of you, of water so clear And the sky above, come closer dear The color of you, we want to see Come up from the deep. Have dinner with me. You’re blue of hue, but don’t despair. Dinner is more of a red tie affair. Dinner is more of a red tie affair. Federal, royal or soft Alice blue We remain on shore beneath the sky, no shoes String tied to each toe, patience is tested Sunburn has set in. Your presence is requested. Here little blue crab, here we still wait. The table has been set. Now we just need a date. I’ll sing you a tune, written before While sitting in sand from the quiet east shore The color of you, of eyes so true And baby bundles of little boys new The color of you, of water so clear And the sky above, come closer dear The color of you, we want to see Come up from the deep. Have dinner with me. You’re blue of hue, but don’t despair. Dinner is more of a red tie affair. Dinner is more of a red tie affair. Federal, royal or soft Alice blue We bake on shore beneath the sky, no shoes Strings have been cut. We’ll wait no more. Skin gettin’ blistered while you laugh from the shore There little blue crab, we can-not wait. Tonight for dinner, I guess we’ll eat steak So sing me a song, written in lieu My little blue crab from your point of view Don’t be blue… Don’t be blue… Don’t be blue…
10.
Red-flocked walls, red vinyl chairs A red shag rug, winds up the stairs A red satin cape, a gold-flecked mirror A chair for you, all tease & shimmer A color TV, a jukebox too A beehive for Mag, a bouffant for you The Red Light District on the right side of town Alvina’s Salon, good hair won’t let you down Gold-lettered windows, mark a red-letter day Your weekly appointment is just a call away Come to Alvina’s, tall tales at no charge Good hair & makeup & rumors at large Hair in a helmet, time for some polish Soaked, cut & buffed, flawless as promised Now down the hall to pluck at the brows A facial for you, hot steam & towels Time’s almost up, but first for a bite A cucumber sandwich & champagne on ice The Red Light District on the right side of town Alvina’s Salon, good hair won’t let you down Gold-lettered windows, mark a red-letter day Your weekly appointment is just a call away Come to Alvina’s, tall tales at no charge Good hair & makeup & rumors at large Then there’s hairspray, rat, tease & comb A little more hairspray, feather, blush & tone A little more hairspray, just ONE more pass With a little hairspray, close your eyes for the blast All pink-cheeked & red-lined lips A cat eye liner & lashes black tipped Perfumed behind the ears & wrists Fly aways tamed with a curl & twist See you next week, not a day sooner But call me tomorrow if there is a rumor The Red Light District on the right side of town Alvina’s Salon, good hair won’t let you down Gold-lettered windows, mark a red-letter day Your weekly appointment is just a call away Come to Alvina’s, tall tales at no charge Good hair & makeup & rumors at large Come to Alvina’s, tall tales at no charge Good hair & makeup & rumors at large
11.
You came home to A pleasant, quiet house And I fixed your favorite dinner, bratwurst & sour kraut And after a perfect night, you leaned in to kiss me Then you had to ask, “Hey baby, where’s Jimmy?” Well today, I sold our little boy on eBay Remember all those times, I told him to quit all that fight & running? Well as far as I’m concerned, he had it coming. So today, I sold our little boy on eBay. Don’t you look at me like that. You remember what he did to the cat? I just couldn’t help myself. There’s so many places that could use his help. So today, I sold our little boy on eBay Remember all those times, I told him to quit all that fight & running? Well as far as I’m concerned, he had it coming. So today, I sold our little boy on eBay. I feel like we’ve been blessed And to keep that way, I didn’t put no return address. I gave him 10 bucks & a so long. Then I shipped him off to Taiwan. Yes today, I sold our little boy on eBay.

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The rush of "busy" can mute the characters in all our lives-- odd family & dark sheep. "Last Words" reflects on how that quirkiness forms the best part of who we are. This is an album of quirky kinfolk seen through smiling eyes.

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released August 16, 2015

words & music by Rachel Gibson, Jon Ives & co-writers, Fish Fisher (Michael) on "Don't Be Blue" & Annette Neumann
© 2015

all instruments played by Jon Ives (except Dave Maggard on Mandolin & Deborah Cain on cello)

produced by: Jon Ives & Dave Maggard
recorded at: Sound Biscuit Productions (Sevierville, TN)

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The Pea Pickin’ Hearts, mash up the storytelling of folk, the energy of rockabilly, harmony of bluegrass and the swagger of western swing.
Witty. Personal. Fun.
Americana.

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