Beatrice & The Nine Muses

by Riverman

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Prologue 02:50
Oh come out of your shell Pretty drinker, in the corner, Why do you stare down your glass of merlot? The conversation started too slow But now the room starts to spin... You'll fit right in... Just have another one and it'll come... What are you going to say to yourself in the morning With a song in your heart you know nothing about? "A hair of the dog" And you'll slog through the day... It's no wonder you'll say, When you've got to keep from getting down... "We painted the town, we painted the town! ... or I really think so..." Oh what'll it be? Straight-no-chaser? A boiler-maker? I know that it's been rough today... And the band's just starting to play! It's time to begin... You'll fit right in Just have another one and it'll come... Have another one... What are you gonna say to yourself when you wake up And find out your guests have all left you alone? A moment too soon and you're out of your room But you're still in your gown... You've gotta keep from getting down! "We painted the town, we painted the town... Or I really think so...."
Beatrice I 04:12
It was in the days when outside looking in- A premonition you'd be coming back this way again Riding on the tails of every shooting star You pushed me too far, I pushed you too far too... But I am just a messenger You were out of range You walk across the aisle I fall off of the stage I know it's got to end I know it's got to end But Beatrice you're just around the bend.... It was all a haze, a literary mess Sometimes disclaimers are a writer's best defense... And were you that blue bird sitting on the fence? That was out of context I am out of content too... And I am just a messenger You were all the rage... A recurring theme, you're there on every page... I know it's got to end, I know it's got to end, But Beatrice you're just around the bend... I am just a messenger... don't shoot! I am just a messenger... don't shoot the messenger! It was in the night, my head was on the bar... You pushed me too far I pushed you too far too...
Angelina walks a straight line, a straight line... Angelina. Angelina is a high flier, on the high wire... Angelina. And she is the belle of the ball But Angelina's destined to fall... Angelina, calculating, contemplating Angelina... Angelina, hesitating... why’s she waiting? Angelina... And she is the belle of the ball But Angelina's destined to fall... See her there, her hair all in tangles Her limbs in opposing angles, Angelina! Hers was the greatest of numbers! So long! Now everyone wonders Angelina... Can you still hear them roar? Angelina's down on the floor.... You can't see her anymore Angelina's down on the floor.... Angelina....
The dandelions and my bated breath Tired face and faithful loneliness On endless sentry guarding your address Both cure and cause of my unrest... Lay low, I may survive But every lover risks his life while singing, singing “If I go down I'm gonna go down swinging!” Enemies bear gifts to catch your eyes Their arrows aimed, they're tipped with hollow lies Erase their footsteps with their alibis A clever story or a good disguise... Look out, they're at your door! I'll take them on and beg for more while singing, singing “If I go down, I'm gonna go down swinging!” Front line mantras ringing "On the move! Join the ranks or embrace solitude!" A woman's love is worth the chance to prove Twelve labors empty, give me thirty-two... When at war, I can't complain Lovers are soldiers, "God bless the campaign!" I'm singing, singing And if I go down, I'm gonna go down swinging!
Drip the faucet (drip, drop) Tiles, slippery two-step (drip, drop) Ticking clock... July! He died... This is familiar, The signed, fixed, brother.... The pool, the pen, The blood, the green rug.... The art... Marat! What happened Charlotte? Going under... Charlotte... Going under...
Ernest Knight, you're a devil! A smooth talking fellow Distinguished even nursing your new wound... And you used your wealth, to take advantage of the hired help But you were consumed.... And Lena you're no angel You could drink me beneath the table, Unbecoming for a mother of forty-three... But that wouldn't do, to prove a streak of malice in you, So what's your plea? Ernest Knight, I'd curse the sight of you For doing the things that you do You swagger, it's your way, with a pistol and a temper barely kept at bay... You took her in the mill, you turned the lock and you sprang for the kill, Was it a thrill? Or a surprise? When you caught that bullet between the eyes? A grim distinction in keeping with the times.... And how time flies! Judge Worrill what's the hurry? An all-white, all male jury? And a case that was tried in a single day...? Represented by her peers, She’d have served the better half of 20 years... Why’d she have to pay... In that good old fashioned way?! And so that night Cuthbert shuttered At the words that Lena uttered, She was at peace with the God that gave her life... And the lights of Cuthbert flickered And the citizens all snickered, "Tonight that Lena Baker fries!" They strapped her to the chair, a surge went up and out her every hair At her demise... It took them three tries! Six decades of denial The Board of Pardons picked up the file And decided they'd issue a reprieve... Which Lena can't enjoy Like any scapegoat or a whipping boy... What the hell?! But who can tell, Lena Baker this time....
Aux Etoiles 02:10
Je reconnais ton visage, je sais comment tu t'appelle C'est un nome misterieux vraiment... Marchant dans la rue le dimanche matin En ete, en hiver tout de meme... Ah Oja, la plus charmante Toute en silence, les tetes tourne ensemble Quand tu passe les mains tremblent aussi Les artistes, les charlatannes attendent avec espoir La chance de te voir Ah Oja, la plus charmante Je t'en pris, sois a l'heure! J'attends encore! Qu'est-ce que je ferais...? J'attends encore... mais... Ton image est grave sur mes yeux Et ta voix chante dans mes oreilles Ton nom est dessine sur mon couer Il y sera suspendu toujours... Ah Oja, la plus charmante Est'ce que je reve toujours? Ou est la preuve encore? Viens mademoiselle Vraix ou faux, oui ou non Je t'aime...
The rain was pouring on the day we met You were pouring over your Greek alphabet A moment passed, the sky collapsed the roof A telling tale, if I ever needed proof… A teacher paid to be so near A father of the church, it would appear A noble cause, but blind will lead the blind A troubled cure for a young and troubled mind… When our inner demons Come about We can let ‘em out… Or let ‘em in… And Héloïse, where have you been? Living my philosophy Confident in man, confident in me Arguing a point no one could win… How many fallen angels will dance upon a pin? The hope of heaven and the fear of hell An interim, I fear it just as well… Life and love don’t come with guarantees Look me in the eye and kiss me Héloïse! When our inner demons Come about Just let ‘em out! Don’t let ‘em in… And Héloïse, where have you been? I lost it all, in a conflict with your kin Which things define the weaker sex from men… The first of two profound calamities, Robbed me of myself, in robbing you from me… But the rain was pouring on the day we met A sign perhaps from that great architect It’s His to give and His to take away… He did his worst, what else is there to say? A holy man, a monk, or saint A gentle lady lacking in restraint, May He who made you look upon your sin Open up the gates and let you in… When our inner demons Come about We can let them out Or let them in Like Abelard and Héloïse Abelard and Héloïse Abelard and Héloïse Abelard, Peter Abelard...
It was our last supper on a terrace laced in finery on a wanton sea; Sweet perfumed petals warmed a creaking bed Of northern whittled wood for a Caribbean gem... It was good… And all that I could see Was mirrored in her dark eyes blinking The lamps across the port, I knew what she was thinking Her mouth agape Undulating kisses from the outcrop of the cape... They were good... The night stretched its fingers across the door And gripped the pillow, that’s what it’s there for... And in a quiet, newly-formed beatitude, What we were making, we were making good... Sheltered from a worldly gloom, we spent the night and shared a room, I swear I saw from just beyond the bed The Holy Ghost ascending...


released December 1, 2014

All songs written, performed, and produced by Riverman


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Riverman Orlando, Florida

Steve Hedrick is a singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist. He lives in Orlando, Fl with his wife and two children. He is currently working on new material and will post it when it's finished.

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