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Easy Go

Jessica, Nathan and Jordan McDonald. © 2008 Littlebeck Records.

Easy go, my Love
Easy go, my Love
These eyes will show my love
Easy go, my…

Love is a gentle kiss
When you have no strength
An open fist
Letting go the fear
Of losing your life
Finding yourself on the other side

Easy go, my Love…

Love is a familiar voice
Welcoming you home
A fierce rejoice
Cutting through the tears
When you say goodbye
Knowing you’ll meet on the other side

Greater Love has gone before us
Leading our way home

 

 

Go Together

Written by Jessica R. McDonald and Nathan P. McDonald. August 2008.

Put your arms around my neck
We’ll go together
Put your arms around my neck
We’ll go together

We’ll turn this thing around
Try not to settle down
Get our feet up off the ground
‘Til we know

Hold my hand, hold my hand
We’ll walk together
Hold my hand, hold my hand
We’ll walk together

Should we, or should we not
Give it a second thought?
We’ll I can’t connect the dots
So, I don’t know

But what have we got to lose?
Just our workin’-brother-blues
So, come on, put on your shoes
Here we go

Someone’s in flat-bed truck
With his head hung low
There’s a dog on the side of the road
Takin’ it slow

I see clouds of dust
Swallowing the sunset’s glow
This isn’t what we thought it would be
But it’s good to know

Young boys and girls
Are given new eyes to see
Locked doors are open
When we give up the keys

And if we get lost
Falling down to our knees
Well Babe, just remember
I got you, and you got me
I got you, and you got me

 

 

I Need Love

Written by Nathan P. McDonald and Jordan R. McDonald. Dec-Jan 2013.

When my heart is heavy
Weighing down my smile
I need love, I need love

When I’ve lost my color
Stripped of any style
I need love, I need love

I need love — when my story never gets told
I need love — when the season’s draggin’ us through the cold
I need love — when my best run ends with a spill
I need love — when my whiskey glass has seen it’s last fill
I need love

For the ones who love me
Helping me along
I need love, I need love

For the hope that keeps me
Singing out my song
I need love, I need love

I need love — for the neighbors I tend to ignore
I need love — for the stranger knocking on my front door
I need love — for the wise man who calls me a fool
I need love — for the rival who’s undoubtedly cruel
I need love

I need love — from your smile, babe, I cannot resist
I need love — in our story, with its turns and its twists
I need love — to come with you, babe, I strongly insist
I need love

 

 

I Will Rise For You

Written by Nathan P. McDonald. 2005-March 2012.

I feel heavy now
My fingers quiver underneath a gun
My legs feel buried in the dirt
But I’m ready for the run

Streaks of gold light the sky
In endless smoke and cloud
My sight lies steady on the hill
I’ll make death, or meet my own

I heard the call, took my place
My mother-dear, kissed my face
I will rise for you!

Shots ring — 10,000 bells —
Against my temple drums
Silhouettes on the hill
Drop like aimless bombs

Blood pours out on the ground
From my wounded enemies
One’s eyes lie open in the light
Staring back at me

I heard the call...

We move onward through the fire
Sons and daughters, mines and wire
Blazing like the sun

Ooo...

Abraham took his son
Up the hill with a gun
I will rise for you

An angel cast the gun aside
And spoke to Abe, God will provide
I will rise for you!

 

 

If Your Head Is Made Of Wax

Written by Nathan P. McDonald. November 2007.

If your head is made of wax
If your head is made of wax
If your head is made of wax
Don’t go walkin’ in the sun, no, no, boy
Don’t go walkin’ in the sun

If your hair is made of steel
If your hair is made of steel
If your hair is made of steel
Don’t go dancin’ in a storm, no, no, boy
Don’t go dancin’ in a storm

Boy, you better listen
Better take it straight from me
I’ve been livin’ by these words since 1963

If your head is made of wax . . .

If your hands are made of straw
If your hands are made of straw
If your hands are made of straw
Don’t go startin’ up a fire, no, no, boy
Don’t go startin’ up a fire

Boy, you better listen
Better make your two ears sore
You come around again
I’ll be sure to give you more

If your heart is made of glass
If your heart is made of glass
If your heart is made of glass
Don’t go fallin’ in-love, no, no, baby
Don’t go

 

 

I’m A Rose

Written by Nathan P. McDonald. April 2010.

Vultures dance in figure-eights in the sky
Children, always curious, wonder why
They don’t know, down below a death has ensued
Their beaming eyes stay fixed on
The spinning black against blue

I’m a rose, I’m a weed
I’m a super model, I’m a gamin
A branch, a seed
I stand at both ends 
And I’m in between

How do you see me now?
Things could get turned around

Princes roam as paupers out on the street
Once adorned, now soiled down to their feet
Everyone, from old to young has worth in their bones
Still the masses pass by hurrying to get home

I’m a rose...

Oh, I’ve waited for an open door
To show my way outside
When across the room, within my view
Is a window open wide

I can see my heart is willing to believe
But my eyes are blind to how I may receive

I’m a rose...

 

 

I’m Still Sleeping

By Nathan P. McDonald. April 5, 2011.

When you walk down the hall
I can hear, I can hear you
When you walk down the hall
I can hear, and I’m still sleeping
When you walk down the hall
6:00 a.m. and I can hear you
Don’t wake the baby

When you open the door
I can hear, I can hear you
When you open the door
I can hear, and I’m still sleeping
When you walk down the hall
6:00 a.m. and I can hear you
Don’t wake the baby

The sun is rising over head
I’m hiding in our bed
I’m dreaming you’re asleep next to me, Dear

Birds are singing in the trees
Criss-crossing melodies
I’m silent with the lullaby of breathing

 

 

Littlebeck

Nathan McDonald. © 2008 Littlebeck Records.

When I leave this place
The smell of limestone will be on my coat
For a week or so

Every visit slows me down
All the reasons for my struggle fade
They are washed away

Open up the gate
Let the dogs run wild through the field
Soon the ground will yield

We return with burrs and thorns
I pull them off over the hidden spring
I watch the bubbling

There’s a burning in my chest that says,
“My son! Where have you been?”
And when I open up my mouth to sing
The fire only spreads
O Littlebeck, O Littlebeck

I remember where we sled
Down the hill into the freezing pond
With our red boots on

The snow was endless for a kid
Forts were built along the driveway’s edge
Where we made our pledge

There’s a burning in my chest . . . 

O Littlebeck, have I lost my way?
O Littlebeck, have I lost my way?

Near the fireplace, we all stood
And said goodbye to grandpa on his bed
We each kissed his head

I sang a hymn to ease his pain
My voice was broken, my hands were strained
He smiled the same

 

 

Live Life Slow

Written by Nathan McDonald. July-August 2009.

You were a young girl
And we were just friends those days
Carefree and simple
Trouble was miles away

We walked in the springtime
Sang out a song all the way
Our melodies blooming
Our harmonies tangled and stray

It wasn’t long before we knew
This was love
We let it grow, year by year
Warm as a glove

Leaves were caught falling
Over our heads in the frame
Bright red and yellow
The day that I gave you my name

We made a home,
Hand in hand, side by side
Some days were clear, others dark
We laughed and we cried

And I won’t let go
And I won’t let go now

Now we are older
Life seems to pass us by
We spend our days spinning
The pace of life runs us dry

We hear it said, open up
Take what you can It sound so good
But I find myself
Lost in the span

And I won’t let go...

When life moves too fast, Dear
The things that I love begin to choke
I need you to hear me
I need you to know this ain’t no joke

We’ve all got soil
Down where we know who we are
Don’t let it turn dry as stone
Live life slow . . .

What a beautiful sky tonight
What a beautiful sky
How grateful am I tonight
With you by my side

 

 

Looking For A Place

Nathan McDonald. © 2008 Littlebeck Records.

They say I’m looking for a place
A place to lay my head
A place to lay my burden down
A place to let the past fall dead

Whose eyes are looking my way?
Whose voice is calling my name?
I cannot turn away
Too beautiful to stay the same

They say I’m looking for a love
A love to throw myself into

Whose eyes are looking my way . . . 

 




 

Out On The Road

Written by Nathan P. McDonald. April 2007.

Out on the road
Burning up fuel
Far from the noise
Busy and cruel

The wide open fields
Are coming in view
The grass is all dead
But spring's coming soon

Out on the road
Where no signal comes through
I'm turning my thoughts
To remembering you

The birds overhead
Are lifting me up
The river below
Is filling my cup

Out on the road
Taking my time
Thinking of you

Out in the wind
Brushing my face
Calling me home
To a quieter place

Breathing the air
Making me clean
Lifting my hands
Letting me be

Out on the road
Taking my time
Thinking of you

 

 

Saint Maria

Written by Nathan P. McDonald and Jordan R. McDonald, April 2010

Lilium
Petals white as snow
Candidum
On the mountains where you grow

A shepherd’s star
Shining in the sun
A kingdom’s seal
Among thorns overrun

And I won’t be afraid
No, I won’t hide in the shade
When the moment calls for courage
I’m gonna stand

Saint Maria with tangled hair
Innocent eyes, and a mother’s care
No child laughing on your knee
You were uprooted by your own family tree
Madonna lilies stained in red
On the side of your hospital bed
Oh, your body was broken
But your soul never bled

Lift your eyes
To where your help comes from
The mountain spies
Testify to everyone

And I won’t be afraid
No, I won’t hide in the shade
When the moment calls for glory
I’m gonna stand

Saint Maria...

 

 

Who's To Blame

Nathan and Jessica McDonald. © 2008 Littlebeck Records.

I can’t place my finger on it
I can’t trace the last time I was here
I can’t place my finger on it
So, Ill wait for you to make it clear

We cannot throw this time away
Let’s fight the urge to run away
’Cause whose to blame?
I’ll bite my tongue, let you call out the name

I can’t lift my eyes above it
I can’t shift the answer into gear
I can’t lift my eyes above it
So, I'll be still and know that you are near

We cannot throw this time away . . . 

 

 

The Winter Moon Is Fading

Nathan McDonald. © 2008 Littlebeck Records.

The winter moon is fading
In the morning light of springtime
These days have been so crowded
It’s been a while since I’ve seen your face

This cold rain and snow
Have washed my eyes
And now I see the sun

With my hands loose
I’ll carry you away
And show you how
This desert is blooming

She said this was a hard season
Everything under the snow
Words have been spoken
We’ve uncovered the green

This cold rain and snow . . . 

I’ll carry you on over
Past the edge of the cold, cold night
You’ll carry me around you
There’s nothing you can’t believe

This cold rain and snow . . . 

Na, na, na, na, na, na . . . 

 

 

You Are The Episode

Nathan McDonald. © 2008 Littlebeck Records.

You are the episode
I don’t want to see again
A souvenir shot glass
I won’t be taking home
A radio frequency
I will never listen too
I’m turning my head and going home

You were a counterfeit, candle-lit, romantic
I was a passing fool, a ridicule of sorts
You played my heartsore
I let it pour, then through your door
The night was sweet
But the morning was cruel

You are the episode . . . 

It doesn’t matter where I am
The light is always creeping in
No shadow can hide my face
You left your trace on me
So I stand in the open light
Let it bite, settle its appetite
You burn right up, smoke to the sky

You are the episode . . . 

 
 


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