The Beaverdam Sessions

by Haze & Dacey

Released 2016
HazyShade Productions
Released 2016
HazyShade Productions
Homegrown organic music with lilting melodies, tight harmonies, and compelling rhythms that make toes tap and bodies sway.
  • 04:47 Download Lyrics Corner of the Garden

    © Kirsten Hazler - all rights reserved

     

    Mama’s been gone for a week or so

    I hope she comes home soon

    The girls come in and they treat me good

    But I hope she comes home soon

    Because my body’s aching and my body’s tired

    Although the sun caresses my back

    I like the gritty earth up against my skin

    In the corner of the garden

     

    Come on home mama, please come home

    I’m hanging by a thread and I don’t have long

    The spirit is willing but the body’s almost gone

    Come on home mama, hurry home

    I’m hanging by a thread and I don’t have long

    I’m waiting for you so I can say my last goodbye

    Before returning to the Garden

     

    My mama’s voice is on the end of the line

    From four thousand miles away

    I held on as long as I could

    but I don’t have another day

     

    It’s been a sweet life, it was a gift bestowed

    But the time has come for me to lay down my load

    The price of love is your heart cracked open wide

    But have faith now, mama, that the spirit abides

    And I’ll find you on the other side

    And in the meantime you know where to find me…

    In the corner of the garden

     

    A year has come and a year has gone

    His spirit breathes as I sing his song

    The corn grows high and vine tendrils long

    In his corner of the garden.

     

    It was a sweet life, it was a gift bestowed

    But the time had come for him to lay down his load

    The price of love is my heart cracked open wide

    Oh but I’ll try to have faith that the spirit abides

    And I’ll find him on the other side

    And in the meantime he knows where to find me…

    In his corner of the garden

  • 03:14 Lyrics Sweeter Than a Margarita

    © Kirsten Hazler - all rights reserved

     

    Well I was drunk on margaritas and feeling fine

    Your eyes were sparkling as you threw me a line

    What was this impulsive girl supposed to do?

    I leaned across the table and I kissed you

     

    Your lips were sweeter than a margarita

    So sweet I didn't even mind the cigarettes

    Your lips were sweeter than a margarita

     

    Well you came to my door carrying flowers in your hands

    I thought this heart was getting another chance

    You know this poor heart has been much darker than blue

    But something brightened when I kissed you

     

    Your lips were sweeter than a margarita

    So sweet I almost didn’t mind your politics

    Your lips were sweeter than a margarita

     

    Eleven days we stoked the fire

    Then it all came crashing down like a funeral pyre

    You might say this wounded heart is bound to misunderstand

    I’ll say I wasted my time on yet another man

     

    Oh but those kisses…

    mmm-mmm-mmm….

    So sweet I don't even mind a few regrets

    Your lips were sweeter than a margarita

    and tangy too

    salty sweet and tangy too

    salty sweet and tangy too

  • 03:30 Lyrics Next Train

    © Kirsten Hazler - all rights reserved

     

    I want more but you want less

    I try to keep silent but then I confess

    And now I’ve said too much and it’s a big huge mess

    I shoulda just written it down

    How you want less and I want more

    I know I oughta walk right through that door

    But now our clothes are strewn on your living room floor

    We’ve gone and done it again

     

    ‘Cause I’m a girl with a foolish heart

    I keep trying to make a brand new start

    But every time I turn around we’re just falling apart again

    I feel like a fool for giving my heart to you

     

    ‘Cause I want more and you want less

    The situation’s making me so stressed out

    But I let you help me out of my Sunday dress

    Now what will it be in the morning?

    I feel like a fool for letting you use me baby

    I tried to love you baby but you just keep bringing me down

     

    I feel like a fool now baby for letting you use me baby

    I tried to love you baby but you just keep breaking my heart

     

    I’m restless and dissatisfied

    I feel a little sick inside

    And you’re just stuck in your foolish pride

    You know I’ve given you the benefit of every doubt

    I’ve turned myself upside down and inside out

    But all this time it seems you never knew what love was about

    No

     

    It’s time to be on my way

    I’ve said all there is to say

    And I won’t wait another single day

    because I’m tired of waiting around

    I’m tired of waiting baby

    I feel unappreciated

    And that’s why I’m leaving baby

    Yeah I’m leaving on the next train

    I’m leaving on the next train, oh boy

    You’re gonna miss me

  • 02:39 Lyrics Lately

    © Kirsten Hazler - all rights reserved

     

    Lately it seems I'm a little bit crazy and running around a bit

    too much late night and dancing

    too much flirting in the bar rooms

    but lately I'd have to say I'm finally free

    and this is where I wanna be

     

    Sometimes it's hard to discover that it's high time to finally leave your lover

    'cause you want him, and thought you'd always need him

    and you love him; he's been such a good friend

    but sometimes you realize that you have to leave

    'cause freedom's what you really need

     

    I've loved you for so long

    but always it seemed just a little bit wrong

    or at least just not quite right

    Now we're headed for some long and lonely nights

    And I wish that I could stay

    And I'm sorry things didn't work out that way

    but you have to let me go because     

     

    These days clarity and motion are the new phase dominating my emotions

    and the Tensas River keeps on flowing

    and the Mississippi Kites are soaring

    in the blue sky, inviting me to fly away…

    You know that I could never stay

    You know that I could never stay

    Never never never stay

  • 03:09 Lyrics Guilty

    © Kirsten Hazler - all rights reserved

     

    Well I’m guilty, so guilty

    I’m guilty as sin, you don’t know where I’ve been but I’m guilty

     

    Judge and jury in my head

    Reached a verdict and they said

    That I’d be better, better off dead

     

    ‘Cause I’m guilty…

     

    You probably never think of me

    But you’re always on my mind

    I kept a list of the things I shouldn’t have said

    And all the ways I treated you unkind

     

    See I’m guilty

     

    My doctor says I need to let it go

    And then he gives it all a positive spin

    But he doesn’t know how deep the evil goes

    And how it festers under my skin

    There’s blood on my hands, a noose around my neck

    Well maybe Jesus died for my sins but

    I have not forgiven myself yet

     

    ‘Cause I’m guilty, so guilty

    I'm guilty as sin, you don’t know where I’ve been

    I'm guilty as sin, I can’t say where I’ve been but I’m guilty

  • 03:53 Lyrics Singing for a Dollar

    © Kirsten Hazler - all rights reserved

     

    There’s an old black man on the corner

    singing for a dollar or a dime

    You might think he’s crazy

    You might think he’s lazy

    You say he oughta get up off the street

     

    Well maybe he just wants to be happy

    maybe he just want to be free to sing

    And maybe singing on this corner

    is exactly where he's meant to be

     

    There’s a boy who likes to dress in women’s clothing

    And he likes pretty boys to keep him company

    You might think it’s unnatural

    You say he’s going straight to Hell

    You say he oughta be what God intended

     

    Well maybe he just wants to be happy

    maybe he just wants to be free to love

    And maybe what God intended

    is exactly what you see

     

    There’s someone who’s tired of the office day-to-day

    She throws it all away to find tranquility

    You might think she’s given up

    You say she oughta suck it up

    She oughta do what everyone else does (work 9 to 5)

     

    Well maybe she just wants to be happy

    maybe she just wants to be free to dream

    And maybe this office cubicle

    wasn’t where she was meant to be

     

    I'm on my way... 

     

    Maybe we just wanna be happy

    Maybe we just wanna be free to live

    Maybe we just wanna be.

NOTES
This album contains six original songs written by Kirsten Hazler, arranged and performed by Haze & Dacey. It was recorded, mixed, and mastered by John Creger at Beavertraks Recording in Beaverdam, Virginia.