WHERE LILIES GROW Where lilies grow Down by the river My love wanders I hope she’s alright. I left her in the water Sitting all alone. I wonder will she be there When I get home tonight. Down by the river The flowers open wide Stay open in the moonlight Stay open in your mind. Sometimes I get worried Sometimes I get so scared. Wonder what you’re doing with those flowers in your hair. Where lilies grow There goes my sweetheart She’s wading in to touch them The river barely flows. Someone has hurt her But she will never tell. It’s there behind her blue eyes Deeper than a well. Down by the river The flowers open wide Stay open in the moonlight Stay open in your mind. Sometimes I get worried Sometimes I get so scared. Wonder what you’re doing with those flowers in your hair. WHERE LILIES GROW [Medford] Leslie Medford : guitar and voice Carl Malinowski : slide guitar Elena Powell : viola Song composed: 25 April 1987 Publishing: BrowBeat Music, BMI Recording date: 1989 or 1990 Recording place: 1881 Drake Drive, Montclair, Oakland, CA Recorded live on cassette with a boombox + slide overdub Mastered by Mike Carnahan and Leslie Medford

THE BEACH The first time I stumbled on the beach in your eyes, My bucket was empty, love, but I had arrived. And right then I was ready to build a castle to the skies, Because I knew it was a lucky man Who gets to play on that golden sand, love. If your friends mention me you must show some surprize. Whatever they’re telling you, they’re telling you lies. But I’ll act in public as if we lead separate lives. So roll your eyes like they are The hubcaps of a passing car, love. I laugh when I think about our love in disguise. You smile and you look away like a pelican dives. But I need no permission and I’ll say no goodbyes On the day when everybody knows About the sand that’s between my toes, love. THE BEACH [Medford] Leslie Medford : guitar and voice Song composed: September 1979 (LM song #12) Publishing: BrowBeat Music, BMI Recording date: July 1988 Recording place: WRCN Long Island, NY Recorded live, radio station signal onto cassette Mastered by Mike Carnahan and Leslie Medford

PERFECT TENS I know you fear women, pretending to hold out for those “perfect tens”. That Hollywood brainwash you think will endear you to T.V.-weaned friends. But when she draws near you, how will you fence lack of practice and foiled agains? I think greater pleasure can be found somewhere under an internal stare, And though you are handsome, a beauty does not make a peach of a pear. But if that’s all you’re after, it does not much matter the fruit it will bear. PERFECT TENS [Medford] Leslie Medford : guitar and voice Song composed: July 1980 (LM song #14) Publishing: BrowBeat Music, BMI Recording date: July 1988 Recording place: WHRB Harvard University, Cambridge, MA Recorded live, radio station signal onto cassette Mastered by Mike Carnahan and Leslie Medford

BOBBY BILLY Minutes after conception. Lyric extempore... You put your ears to the ground and don'T ya know it Sure as hell the earth is shakin' Must be a band down at the station Comin' to sing the blues away 'round here. I picked up a chick down at the fashion She's hot like a night on my wrist Ya gotta advantage of them Coming all night long . . . . . . . And sure as my name is Bobby Billy . . . . Tattoo on my shoulder Beer. BOBBY BILLY [Medford] Leslie Medford : guitar and voice Song written: 1989 or 1990 Publishing: BrowBeat Music, BMI Recording date: 1989 or 1990 Recording place: 1881 Drake Drive Montclair, Oakland, CA Recorded live onto tiny Sony “Cassette-Corder”. Mastered by Mike Carnahan and Leslie Medford Please see HighHorse's "Get Off!" album for the real deal and where this baby ended up!

RIDDLING TRIPLETS IN OLD TIME Sun, rain, and sun! there's a rainbow in the sky! A young man will be wiser by and by; An old man’s wit may wander ere he die. Sun, rain, and sun! there's a rainbow on the lea! And truth is this to me. This to me and that to thee; And truth or clothed or naked let it be. Rain, sun, and rain! And the free blossom blows; Sun, rain, and sun! and where is he who knows? From the great deep to the great deep he goes. RIDDLING TRIPLETS IN OLD TIME Alfred, Lord Tennyson [1869, Idylls Of The King] Song by Leslie Medford, May 1979, Montclair, Oakland, California Leslie Medford : guitar and voice Elena Powell: viola Song written: May 1979 (LM song #8) Publishing: BrowBeat Music, BMI Recording date: 1989 or1990 Recording place: 1881 Drake Drive Montclair, Oakland, CA Recorded live onto tiny Sony “Cassette-Corder”. Mastered by Mike Carnahan and Leslie Medford

WATERFLOW Lyric is extempore… There by the sunset Oh yeah, yeah, Out the open window In such a brunette! I can’t describe What a feeling To know The smokestack’s appealing. Rounder than any churchyard bell More than your smell Leaving the spell Over witch you know Oh yeah! Down below Waters flow Past their bowl. Then Is this a mystery? Why You say you miss me? I Give a straight arrow. Cupid shot a sparrow. Blue Blue in your tune Home to my final room Where you would know Got to go… Deep in a reed pool Go and make, go and make You’re only often vagueless. So You have got to say no. There Wasn’t a care to share Smoke Eucalyptus blooms In such lonely rooms Where you might make Sower float Is to bake Out your On the lawn Ask me back Won’t take twice More your bed Awfully nice. WATERFLOW [Medford] Leslie Medford : guitar and voice Song created: 6 May 1990 Publishing: BrowBeat Music, BMI Recording date: 6 May 1990 Recording place: 1880 Drake Drive, Montclair, Oakland, CA Recorded live and extempore onto tiny Sony cassette-corder. Mastered by Mike Carnahan and Leslie Medford

NEW MOCKINGBIRD Lyric is extempore… You can have most anything When you’ve earned the right to sing. If that mockingbird don’t call You can have it on the wall. If that walking stick don’t work You can find you have a jerk. Bend, the pasture beckons wild You and I could feel a mile. If that wheel begins to squeak You can have one every week. If that measure takes its toll You will go another stroll. I have not been there in years And it bores me nigh to tears. When you look at it again Surely it will be your friend. If you need a diamond ring I will mine it from love’s spring And when springtime turns to fall I will give you men a ball. And when the ball has finally danced You can take another chance. Then when chances don’t do good I will make it out of wood. And if woodnymphs come and claim You can play a different game. And if games do not amuse I will plan another ruse To take your mind off what you know Doesn’t/Does it suit that rosey glow. You and I were meant to part But what part of me is Art. NEW MOCKINGBIRD [Medford] Leslie Medford : guitar and voice Song created: 6 May 1990 Publishing: BrowBeat Music, BMI Recording date: 6 May 1990 Recording place: 1881 Drake Drive Montclair, Oakland, CA Recorded live and extempore onto tiny Sony “Cassette-Corder”. Mastered by Mike Carnahan and Leslie Medford

BOWHOUSE Lyric is extempore… Underneath the oak tree sat an owl of many colors. Underneath the oak tree sat an owl with one brother. And the moon looked down upon that owl And said “Would you like to try on this cowl? “I’ve had it for many months on sale “But nobody would have it.” “I think I have a friend that really would like what your saying. “I think I have a friend who really would like what your saying.” Said the owl back to that moon that June. It was such a tune to make him swoon, When the little fiddler got up and played A pipe of many colors. “Don’t you like my striped vest?” said the mole to his own brother. “Don’t you like my striped vest?” said the mole to his own brother. “Well I’d like it better if it were mine “Because I’ve got a gun pointed against your behind, “And if you don’t give me that “I might just tell my mother.” Deep in the night the grey wolf flies to fetch a pale of water. Deep in the night the grey wolf flies to fetch one for his daughter. And he doesn’t ask for directions, no. And he doesn’t need to wait for “go”, No he’s off getting that water fast And you would too for your daughter. BOWHOUSE [Medford] Leslie Medford : guitar and voice Song created: 1989 Publishing: BrowBeat Music, BMI Recording date: 1989 Recording place: 1881 Drake Drive Montclair, Oakland, CA Recorded live and extempore onto tiny Sony “Cassette-Corder”. Mastered by Mike Carnahan and Leslie Medford

O RISING STAR! Lyric is extempore… O rising star O my own delight! O rising star You are bright tonight! O rising star You’re a sight tonight! You’re a sight to behold My eyes are turning to an orb That hasn’t been all that long in view And I desperately want to absorb More light from the source Through right course blood course right through I pump and pulse and pull a string Stretching right out from the brightest thing I see. So you walk away What does it prove today? You’re high Underneath the skies you make even more grey A light up above the sky by a rising star! I can often see you whispering What is it you try to hide… What shines in the night? Oh you bright star! Others pass you by to fade Why was it you moved away Beneath a cloud Beneath the light of something brighter? O Rising Star! Are you so far away? O RISING STAR! [Medford] Leslie Medford : guitar and voice Song created: 1989 Publishing: BrowBeat Music, BMI Recording date: 1989 Recording place: 1881 Drake Drive Montclair, Oakland, CA Recorded live and extempore onto tiny Sony “Cassette-Corder”. Mastered by Mike Carnahan and Leslie Medford

LADY GODIVA Lady Godiva had dreams Of sharing the beautiful scenes That rose in her head while she was in bed. I think that you know What I mean. Lady Godiva was sure sweet! With silver toe-rings on her feet. Her thighs were the size of an elephant’s eyes. O she was a spell And a potion. Lady Godiva woke up. A dinner bell summoned to sup. She vaguely could recall a dream of a ball Where someone she met She had wanted. Lady Godiva could scream! A cock interrupted her dream Where she had been flying over the forest To meet with someone Now forgotten. Lady Godiva went forth, Uncovered her Coventry horse And rode to the square with her golden hair Reflecting the sun Like a fountain. Lady Godiva had eyes All down the Coventry ride. And no one lost sight of what was alright, And many there were Asked her blessing. Lady Godiva was bright. At sunset she stopped at the light, Rode over the bridge and past the cathedral, Where the bells peeled Off their silence. Lady Godiva went home Took a shower and unplugged the phone, Lay down on her bed and blew out the candles, And sank into sleep (yes she did) In a second. LADY GODIVA [Medford] Leslie Medford : guitar and voice Song written: May 1990 Publishing: BrowBeat Music, BMI Recording date: May 1990 Recording place: 1881 Drake Drive Montclair, Oakland, CA Recorded live onto tiny Sony “Cassette-Corder”. Mastered by Mike Carnahan and Leslie Medford

THE WRENCH THAT YOU THREW Because I was in love I kept a blade of word and posturing sallied on To places where I really don’t have a clue. Collecting the gloves that point to a coliseum, You were the Christian I meant to chew. Yeah, I was a sweetheart… A Pavlovian meat sharp… Napolean Pullapart… It was funnier then than it is now Because I was in love. It hasn’t occurred to you, or maybe you think I’m mad at you, But I have unscrewed the complete bugaboo. The wrench that you threw, yeah it ended in my direction. There was annoyance and laughter too. We thought we were forever… We said it all together… I’ll try to get this better… It was funnier then than it is now Because I was in love. Ha! We’ll laugh about that awhile in days that are coming up! And I have a feeling we’ll be alright. But it sure be nice to take it all by the hand Put it to bed now, ‘cause it's all through. I try not to think about her… I try just to do without her… But ya know, sometimes I dream about her… Was I happier then than I am now? Because I was in love. THE WRENCH THAT YOU THREW [Medford] Leslie Medford : guitar and voice Song written: February 1984 Publishing: BrowBeat Music, BMI Recording date: 1990 Recording place: 1881 Drake Drive Montclair, Oakland, CA Recorded live onto tiny Sony “Cassette-Corder”. Mastered by Mike Carnahan and Leslie Medford

LOSER’S LAMENT You’re walking down the grassy drive with trees on either side. The scent of roses fills the air now that the wind has died. And stars are shining through the boughs that link above your head Like lovers reaching for each other on a jewelled bed. Your heartbeat pounds around raw eardrums, every sound is sore. Disinterested insects never went malevolent before! A wicked titter from the crickets seems to mock your course Like a bleating herd of demons driven on by force! At the bridge above the gurgling brook you turn for one last look: White moonlit mansion seems a ghost, or like an open book Whose pages tell the story of the rich and glorious girl Who turned your little still life into a surrealistic mural. Thick florid colors on each other made your canvas curl. Such overblown ambition shown does not become a churl. What kind of wine could blind your reason like a thousand lies? A wine as ruby as the lips of her you dared to prize. What kind of hemp has bent your rapture to so fantasize? A hemp as moist and strong and green as your beloved’s eyes. What kind of powder gave you courage for this foredoomed quest? A cocaine pure and white as skin upon the maiden’s breast. You cannot hate her, now or later. How you love her so! She was astonished that you asked. Sincere when she said no. But on the morrow when the father and his daughter ride to church Your morbid spectacle will make her bosom heave, her stomach lurch, And from that moment she’ll be frozen, never be a wife. As memories of your destruction haunt her all her life! Your little drama pleases you. You think, “On with the show!” Drink down the morphine, toss the vial onto the rocks below. And now you sit down on the bridge, your back against the wall. Your dagger tip pricks at your breast, you quickly take it all. Your blood drains from your brains and stains your shirt and you feel calm. No more the fly who’s stuck on high and struggles nigh from Gilead’s balm. Your angel of th’apocathary comes a-smiling down. She turns your pain to apathy, your problems to a clown Who’s weeping ‘neath the make-up, paint and powder streaming down. She whispers, “Life, where is thy sting? My groom is coming now!” You vaguely come aware a horseman is upon the bridge. You feel two arms around you and you raise your heavy lids To see a face and hear a name that somehow you recall. He whispers that he met you once at her debutant ball. “Tell me who has done this to you, left you here to bleed and die?! You can’t outlive the hour, but your vengeance I’ll apply! I ride to yon’ plantation. I will carry you inside. Are you not tutor to his daughter? She who has agreed to be my bride?” LOSER’S LAMENT [Medford] Leslie Medford : guitar and voice Elena Powell : telephone voice at end Song written: 1-3 October 1990 Publishing: BrowBeat Music, BMI Recording date: 1-3 October 1990 Recording place: 1881 Drake Drive Montclair, Oakland, CA Recorded live onto tiny Sony “Cassette-Corder”. Mastered by Mike Carnahan and Leslie Medford

YORICK’S TOAST Well, now that his body’s lyin’ still, lyin’ still, Well, now that his body’s lyin’ still, Let’s all raise a glass, drink a toast to the year, And to all the people now alive. Well, now that his body’s in the trunk, in the trunk, Well, now that his body’s in the trunk, Let’s all raise a glass, drink a toast to the year, And to all the people now alive! Well, now that his bones are in the ground, in the ground, Well, now that his bones are in the ground – Well all but one is in the ground – Let’s all raise a glass, drink a toast to the year, And to all the people now alive! Now alive, now alive, to all the people now alive, Let’s all drink a toast to the year! Now alive, now alive, to all the people now alive, Let’s drink up a toast to the year! All right! Yeah. YORICK’S TOAST [Medford] Leslie Medford : voice Song created: 1989 or 1990 Publishing: BrowBeat Music, BMI Recording date: 1989 or 1990 Recording place: 1881 Drake Drive Montclair, Oakland, CA Recorded live and extempore onto tiny Sony “Cassette-Corder”. Mastered by Mike Carnahan and Leslie Medford