TRANSPARENT

When She Appeared
Music/lyrics by A. Booth

Something happened when she appeared
Everything changed as she came near
There was reason to sing in my red book
No need in the songs for the hook
When she appeared

Something arrived in the presence of her
Everything left from the way things were
Like love as a palace built with hands
By an architect and his pages of plans
When she appeared

Now that she’s here there is reason to stay
Everywhere else disappeared today
If her heart is a castle, my body’s a moat
Lay my arms around her
Something happened
When she appeared

Everything changed as she came near
A reason to sing in my red book
No need in the songs for the hook
Something happened
Something
When she appeared

Where Is That Son
Music/lyrics by A. Booth

You know I’ve waited for so very long
To hear your words tell me the way to move on
Cause I’m all grown up and soon growing old
Don’t mean I know how to find my way home

I’m calling to tell you the way that it is
We live in different places with different ways to live
Like dining with Andre – “where is that son?”
Who needs to believe in what is yet to come

One day a life came into your own
You gave it a name and a hand to hold
I’ve never been one to walk a straight road
But I’d like to see where yours goes

You know I’ve waited for so very long
To hear your words tell me the way to move on
‘Cause I’m all grown up and soon growing old
Don’t mean I know how to find my way home
Don’t mean you know how to find your way home
Don’t mean we know how to find our way home

Quote and song title from Wallace Shawn’s 1981 feature film, My Dinner With Andre

Sleep In Cinescope
Music/lyrics by A. Booth

I love New York
And I've never been there before
I've counted the years in times square
And ran from the apple falling through air
I've never been there

And wandering sacred pews
In alleyways and living room
Awoke with a stranger in morning light
Lost a true love in the howl of night

Peer in keyhole
Sleep in cinescope
Safe in the urban I dream of you
Scared in the wild I will go there too
I go to you

I love New York
And I've never been there before
The back seat of taxis in black and white
No driver guides this satellite
In black and white

We Still Speak English
Music/lyrics by A. Booth

Before you were born
You learned how to float with us
Then you found a womb
And left so soon
And lost your hair
A phoenix from a faint flare
Frozen in the waking of an Eastern current

We heard you speak in a new language
We're told you drink from an antique cup

Was it traumatic
Did you open your eyes in a breach
Of conventional faces that won't sing about their worlds
In another fortress that whistles like and ailing herald's call
From clenched fists to open arms
That will bath you in moonlight

And we still speak english

Song Never Played
Music/lyrics by A. Booth

And she held my hand as if it were a prop
And her tears all dried like lines that she forgot
And she’d laugh with the air of a hurried scene change
She could say goodbye like exiting a stage
Into her face I’d stare like an empty theatre

Darkness inside the concert hall
The curtain would fall, the curtain would rise and fall and rise
But something kept my shoes glued right to the floor
Even when the lights went out I’d wait for more

The box office man said I could pay what I can
I told him all that I could give were the words of being a man
Who’d found his heart
And then gave his heart
To the sound of a song
That’s never played

Bed's Made
Music/lyrics by A. Booth

In the light of sunday morning
I'm dreaming I'm awake
Would goodbye make a difference to you
When you're half asleep
Go roll on over
And steal my cover
It's looking a warmer day
My bed's been made

These few sheets held us together
A bandage from the cold
And through these weeks of bitter weather
The chill became your own
The doorway's open
The lock's been broken
It's looking a warmer day
My bed's been made

Weren't you the one to tell me
Love's a language
Weren't you the one to say
Each tear's a word
I can't hear your heart

In the light of sunday morning
I'm dreaming I'm awake
Would goodbye make a difference to you
When you're half asleep
Go roll on over
And steal my cover
It's looking a warmer day
My bed's been made

Somewhere In Between
Music/lyrics by A. Booth

Drifting slowly, to where unknown
You weighed the anchor all on your own
Tomorrow’s sleeping, last night’s a dream
Setting your sights somewhere in between

And the waves came rolling, rocked the boat
You climbed as high as the mast would go
But the sky just empties into the sea
Setting your sights somewhere in between

Reaching out into the air for a wind to guide you
Reaching out into the dark for a light to blind you
Reaching out into the sky for a voice to find you
It will remind you

That you weighed the anchor all on your own
Now you’re drifting slowly, to where unknown
Tomorrow’s sleeping, last night’s a dream
Setting your sights somewhere in between

I Was A Guest
Music/lyrics by A. Booth

Rows rule the garden
Flowers divided
Habit embroidered
Through soil and its borders
Our politics of arranging our objects
Longitude, latitude, time zone

I was a guest
In the house where I lived
Twelve months of mail
Addressed where to lay my head
A policy of common cartography
Longitude, latitude, time zone

And all I want to say to you, my love
Is you are my home

Wool weaves a pattern
Bodies warm a blanket
Love fills its quarters
In cross roads and its corners
Above this globe
The sun casts no shadow
No dark lines, no road signs, no road

And all I want to say to you, my love
Is you are my home