Experimenting

Wayne, my ex-husbnad in NYC, had requested that I send him MP3 versions of a couple of my songs that I wrote a million years ago, when I was a singer/songerwriter.

I transferred them from analogue to MP3, and they are just demos (from a long time ago), so the sound quality is not great. But here they are!!

(The first two take a few seconds to start)

Deep into Frost 1988
Handful of Pills 1992
Such A Thing As Fire 1992
Deep Into Frost

Here is a sound that I know
That cry in the fire is the rose
She tore off her petals and flew
At the blaze that would
Rage at her…

Here is a silence I know
It is frost creeping deep into snow
It clung to her petals like fears
That did quietly keep at her
Haunt her and lead us
To tears

CHORUS
His is the face we might turn to
To gather us in from this darkness
Hers was a garden of silence
Whose blooms turned to ashes
Petals to dust
A rose shaken deep into frost

Now, here is a sound I have heard
An echo of joy undisturbed
In the shadow of peace that abides
By the light that will
Linger here…

Here is a silence we know
It is frost creeping deep into snow
The rose tangled deep in her thorns
Ceases to weep
And surrenders to sleep evermore

CHORUS
His is the face we might turn to
To gather us in from this darkness
Hers was a garden of silence
Whose blooms turned to ashes
Petals to dust
A rose shaken deep into frost

© – 1988 Marilyn Jaye Lewis
First of May Songs BMI
Handful of Pills

It took an ounce of passion, a fifth of rage
To get that lonely mansion in that holy place
But when the thrill is gone
Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing
‘Cause a handful of pills is gonna keep you king.

CHORUS
You can wail all night
Yes, you can weep and pray
For the fool you’ve been
And ease your blues away
And you can try to stand tall
But who needs them things?
When just a handful of pills 
Is gonna keep you king.

Hey, you could try it, maybe you could go
To some shotgun shack outside Tupelo
But it’s more than this, not just suffering
That sets the girls on fire
And makes a poor boy king.

REPEAT CHORUS
You can wail all night
Yes, you can weep and pray
For the fool you’ve been
And ease your blues away
And you can try to stand tall
But who needs them things?
When just a handful of pills 
Is gonna keep you king.

It takes a river of passion and a fifth of grace
To raise a mansion of dreams from a field of pain
But now it’s dust to dust, and just one of those things
‘Cause now a handful of pills is gonna keep you king.

Just a handful of pills is gonna keep you king
Yeah, a handful of pills is gonna keep you king
A handful of pills
Is gonna keep you king
Yeah, a handful of pills
Is gonna keep you king.

© 1992 Marilyn Jaye Lewis 
First of May Songs BMI
SUCH A THING AS FIRE

If the world were just beginning and the stars could not yet shine
And the sun was just a baby in a black and brooding sky
If everything about the Earth was starting over new
And the world was dark and empty, man, just me alone with you
Well, I could hold you to me with no words for my desire
Yet I’d know without a doubt that there was such a thing as fire.

CHORUS
Fire, such a thing as fire
Fire, such a thing as fire

I could wander through this world and give everything a name
Rustle up a jungle and then wash it down with rain
I could make the mountains rise and then I’d toss around the sea
Until every sound on Earth was saying: You were meant for me
Then I’d send the wildest wind to serenade you like a choir
And you’d know without a doubt that there was such a thing as fire.

(CHORUS)

When all the world has ended and the sun’s cold as the moon
And nothing but the sound of darkness slips across your room
Baby, will you think of me and remember our desire?
And how our hearts could burn when there was such a thing as fire?

(CHORUS)

© 1992 Marilyn Jaye Lewis
First of May Songs BMI
Big hair!! 1985

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