rosebud

orson tells the story so well
and despite the lack of snow in texas
i see myself
sledding

and every time i watch it again
i see parts of life
that i've always been
dreading

the sweetest moments
fading like snapshots
in old trunks
of faces no one living quite remembers
but crushed between the pages
of a well read book of poetry...
a rosebud.

some believe that time is no friend
while others insist that they've learned
how to bend it
their way

well, i see a mansion
with hallways and big rooms
with footsteps
and mem'ries
but only one that really lingers
and safe within the pages
of my favorite book of poetry...
a rosebud.

maybe i lost my sled later than kane did
but it's gone, all right
just the same...

so i do what i do every day
and i do what i do
'cause i've found a way
to do it

oh, but when night falls
and clocks stop and dreams come
i'm back there
and sometimes when i least expect it
his arms hold me
and over all the pages
of all my books of poetry...
rosebud.

words & music by harriet schock
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over and over and over

the television
looks like it's from the fifties
except that there's a cable in the back
and he sits in his special chair
half awake and half aware
that she is in the room somewhere
that is his pivotal fact

the photograph
is clearly from the thirties
with smiling features of the bride and groom
and my eyes pain from it to them
it looks like her, it looks like him
and the spark of love has not grown dim
it lights up the room

they’re headed where their
parallel lines will finally meet
he only sought to rule the world
to lay it at her feet

over and over and over
she steals his heart
that is her art
and over and over and over
she chooses him
and they both win...

and when his knees
are just not up to walking
well, she goes goes the stairs to get the mail
and if i'm dressed and quick enough
i sometimes go and take it up
as if this long abiding love
were my holy grail

their bodies don't obey them
in this inning of the game
and yet the look inside their eyes
is constant and the same

over and over and over
she steals his heart
that is her art
and over and over and over
she chooses him
and they both win.

words & music by harriet schock
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AT THE MOVIES

Words & Music by
Harriet Schock

I TRIED TO REACH YOU
BUT YOU WERE AT THE MOVIES
IT'S HARD TO BEAT YOUR
TECHNICOLOR MOVIES
I HANDED YOU MY HEART
WHILE YOU CONTINUED SMILING IN THE DARK
ALWAYS AT THE MOVIES

WE COULD'VE HAD THE REAL THING
BUT YOU WERE AT THE MOVIES
IT'S EASIER TO FEEL THINGS
AT THE MOVIES
EVEN THOUGH YOU LOOKED AT ME
I SAW YOU RUNNIN' REELS OF HISTORY
HIDIN' AT THE MOVIES

MAYBE I WORE RED LIKE SHE USED TO DO
MAYBE WHAT I SAID BROKE YOUR HEART THE WAY SHE USED TO
AND THERE WERE THOSE MOVIES OF YOU AS A KID
SO YOU'D FALL DOWN AND HURT YOURSELF
NO MATTER WHAT I DID

I HUNG AROUND I
DIDN'T SEE THE MOVIES
RIGHT BEHIND THOSE BROWN EYES
SUDDENLY MOVIES
YOU'D JOIN ME NOW AND THEN
BUT MOSTLY YOU WATCHED SCENES FROM WAY BACK WHEN
I COULDN'T FIGHT THE MOVIES

MAYBE I WORE WHITE LIKE SHE USED TO DO
OR MAYBE LATE AT NIGHT I WOULD CRY THE WAY SHE USED TO
BUT YOU CAME TO BLAME ME FOR ALL OF HER CRIMES
PRESENT, PAST AND FUTURE
YOU WOULD JUMBLE UP THE TIME

WELL, NOW IT'S OVER
ALL EXCEPT THE MOVIES
OVER AND OVER
UNEXPECTED MOVIES
I'M HANDING YOU MY HEART WHILE
YOU CONTINUE SMILING IN THE DARK
NOW I'M AT THE MOVIES, TOO.