Miss Me When I'm Gone

I’ve never been this afraid of thinking for myself

the ride is so much easier when you sit behind someone else

I miss the girl I feel the ache I don’t mind a few clichés

who can look to a distant peak when the dust blows in your face

you’ll miss me when I’m gone x3

sunrise sunset wax and wane the turning little world

it all moves so smoothly ‘til i’m reminded of that girl

should I look over my shoulder I might see she does the same

we both heed that wise old lie ‘time heals the wounds away’

you’ll miss me when i’m gone x3

to hear a thing a thousand times and still not feel it once

to feel that thing night after night and wish you had a second chance

the songbirds cease to favour me there’ll be no thaw come spring

icy hands upon my heart she’s taken everything

you’ll miss me when I’m gone x3

Montréal (soaked in blue

used to glide along the boulevard st laurent

a soft pill under my head

blown by gusts of rhyme the city sent

I was out to hear what the city said

said: midnight wants you singing true and clean

midnight soaked in blue

her sickle moon spills kerosene

to burn the fear from out of your tune

stay awake

open my eyes

I stay awake

in the pocket of a jacket on which pegasus had wings

i kept a nail waiting for a lover’s palm

4 a.m. alchemy turned gold to empty glass

I went home to the unwritten poem

stayed awake

opened my eyes

I stayed awake

now the cool fronds beckon

say: close your eyes for just a second

if I close them I ain’t stepping

forward

anymore

I left that city proudly shivering in ruins

now belles abandoned in the falling snow

ring reminder of the drum that leads the dark parade

soon it may be time to go

if ever I should fall asleep

I pray my spirit rise

I pray my song become sweet dream

in someone else’s eyes

I’ll sail away

close my eyes and sail away

but now I stay awake

open my eyes and stay awake

open my eyes with dreaming and I stay awake

Moon On My Side

in my hollow moments when everything's gone still

the room it's like a sea-shell dry of the ocean's swell

and in these hollow moments when everything seems gone

touching your name like a warm wind brings 'em back again

won't you tell me why

anytime of night

standing by the window I got the moon on my side

won't you tell me when

anytime before the dawn

I lay me down with your warm name feel like nothing's gone

the air is dark with night-time ground is hard with snow

ain't nothing in between them ain't nowhere that I can go

in that barren landscape when everything seems gone

breathing your name like a quiet psalm brings 'em back again

won't you tell me why…

don't you worry 'bout time it blows away like any cloud

and it flows like every river clear as crystal merging then and now

and in that crystal stream I see everything will be returned

when I'll give your name to the silence that watches lovers burn

now I can tell you why

anytime of night

standing in the window I got the moon on my side

I can tell you when

any time before the dawn

I lay me down with your warm name know that nothing's gone

know that nothing's gone

know that nothing's gone

words and music by Noah Zacharin

Morning Comes On

morning comes on

through the fog I check my legs they both seem to move right

anew it begins 

commerce and hammers 

hungover lovers caught in the headlights

it’s so good to be here

with a river of love inside me

so many are gone

and the morning comes on

used to be beside me

sometimes I think it might be lying in the next room over

listen to its breathing

in its dreams we’re rolling hot in the clover

it’s so good to be here…

there’s leon and lily

a laundry line staring at a laundry basket

love can grow wild

when you have coffee and the question 

and the courage to ask it

it’s so good to be here…

see that young girl 

you wouldn’t know it to look but her heart has been broken

there’s a young man

you might not think so but his cup is often out of hopin’

it’s so good to be here…

sun’s hard on your tears

they don’t burn off when they gather in the small hours of the morning

I won’t tell you about mine but I’ll xxxx for the right to know when I'm lonely

it’s so good to be here…

stains in the memory

friends I don’t know which road in the wood has been taken

so long since I've seen you

I can only pray for us all when I've awakened

it’s so good to be here…

no slamming of doors

no racing around yelling ‘honey, where are my clean shirts’

state of high flies its blue

song sparrows come in close when I sit quiet

it’s so good to be here…

Night (and There's Nothing Whole)

there’s a girl with a star tattooed on her shoulder

gliding across the room

it’s too obvious to say but I really would like to hold her

I’m witless as an 18 year old groom

it’s night and there’s nothing whole

you’d think the dark would make us all one heart one soul

it’s night and there’s nothing whole

and there’s nothing else you gotta know

lay down your two-bit silver on a hundred shards of mirror

see what you can see

steal close to her heart you’ll see a tattooed quaver

she says ‘love is all I need’

it’s night and there’s nothing whole…

there’s a man who spills himself into a bottle or a body

getting hard to hold his head up high

there’s hunger and thirst in the incandescent wire

and we flicker like the northern sky

it’s night and there’s nothing whole…

there’s a girl with a scar of a tattoo on her shoulder

tried to erase the days

after all we think and say and do love still smoulders

though we hide it in a thousand ways

it’s night and there’s nothing whole

you’d think the dark would make us all one heart one soul

it’s night and there’s nothing whole

(look at those broken stars)

and there’s nothing else you gotta know

No Oxygen

one more night

stayed up late

looking for love where there was none

there was a fevered touch and hearts that raced

in all that breath there was no oxygen

what will you do with your hour

and how is your sleep so untroubled

how will you stay warm through the winter

now the fields are cut down to stubble

one more night…

now fall back but don’t fall too far

find some arms and call them ‘lover’

find a wall of water that won’t tumble down

a shooting star that will last forever

one more night…

will come a time of nothing to drink

no fragrance in waking or dreaming

no zephyr wind blows sotto voce on the skin

and bloodhounds lose the trail of meaning

one more night...

Nothing I Can Do

you love your mama and your papa

you love your sister too

you used to love me like the stars above

now there’s nothing that says you still do

and all of the snow and all of the sun

and all the wild places we haven’t been to

still blow and burn shiver and mourn

they tell me there’s nothing I can do

you love piano the old time hymns

I can see it in the grace of your hands

you love big dogs you love big oak trees

and every little gift that each new day sends

and all of the snow…

my love grew up where roses grow

where roses grow tangled in the hedge

my love she go to another heart

and thorns are all that are left

and all of the snow…

music and lyrics © Noah Zacharin

Nothing New

there’s nothing new in the world of song

somebody does somebody wrong

somebody finds something on the side

then tries to prove he got nothing to hide

& there’s nothing new in the world of song

nothing new in the world of song

man & woman try to keep it moving along

speed their lives down the middle line

holding blind and tight as ivy vines

& there’s nothing new in the world of song

numb the body cast off the name

it all comes back just the same

phone’s off the hook you wait for her call

boy meets world loses the girl

nothing new in the world of song

dark sky stars the moon (bright gong)

days comes up the dream goes down

stones mark souls set into the ground

& there’s nothing new in the world of song

though we should know better still we try

to mix the words into more than goodbye

pass the bottle wave the and

make something new in this world of song

nothing new in the world of song

candleflame flickers when the night blows long

when the sun marks a sky bright blue

the heart still burns for something new

and there’s (instrumental tag)

1988

On the Corner

it’s rain today, yesterday was sun

you can stand on the corner without meeting anyone

with they turn-up collar coats, they turn-down hat brims

you can watch ‘em walk away never knowing where they’ve been

you can’t predict the past

how it’s written down at last

can’t question all that’s gone

though you’re standing on the corner

of how where why & when

now the world is round and all things come undone

sun betrays the moon betrays the sun and the clock strikes none

and in the wink of an eye, the hand you held today

turns to water & wind & words, and the hour sails away

you can’t predict the past…

and I mix one part pleasure with one part pain

that I’ll always be your never again

lover of my life, now you drift away

into the moving plan, the poem of chance & change

(hired by the clock, to hold another’s hands

my own will drift like doves looking for a place to land)

you can’t predict the past…

love of my life, you drift away but then

you touch my uncovered head by turning into rain

lover of my life, I’ll see you again

at the corner of here & there, the corner of now & then

will come again all that’s gone

at the corner of here & there, the corner of now & then

1987

One Time in Twenty

one time in twenty’s plenty darling if you fall in love

do it for jesus do it for G-d above

there’s a pine tree with the sweetest resin in the darkest wood

we can go for a little while or we can go for good

smoke your cigarette look me in the eye

show me your silhouette I’ll try to draw that fine line

open up your heart do it just for me

do it for yourself little darling we’ll make some cool history

thirteen dreams I had I recall but a single one

we were skipping stones and each one traveled on and on and on

I looked across the water I called out your name 

woke to a single strand of hair threat of thunder in the vacant rain

one time in twenty’s plenty darling if you fall in love

do it for jesus do it for the devil in the mud

one time in twenty’s plenty darling if you fall for real

I hear what you’re saying now tell me what you feel

Over

it’s not about your girl it’s not about your guy

not about they poison left behind

to summarize: the flesh is a precious little lie

all things fall apart in time

see the buildings start to tumble down

the river swelling up with salt

a broken doll

the killer’s hands cannot be found

each one says ‘it’s not my fault’

it’s over and late

a broken heart a busted gate

it’s over and past

what don’t come and what don’t last

the oracle has spoken

smoke from the prophet’s mouth

greed and garbage where the elders used to dance

a ring of orphan keys a rusted door and one way out

a hole in the sky the size of France

it’s over…

I hope some cure is rolling down the line

I pray it gets here soon

something going on in that court on high

it’s still cold and it’s still raining and it’s June

it’s over…/…it’s over and done/falling leaf and setting sun

Quiet Man

sometimes I want to kill the quiet man in me

whose love lies dormant deep down where the choir sleeps

whose love lies lost where wind will never give it wings

the quiet man who never sings the love he brings

sometimes I want to cure the killing man in me

with kisses light as song the wind will never repeat

with kisses from the fingertips of fine white hands

the killing man who never sings the love he can

1982

Ready to Fly

when you hear the trumpets blowing

angels fill the sky

you know the hour’s approaching

you’re off to the sweet by and by

the Lord Who lives in heaven

is waiting for you to fly

are you ready to fly

did you drink your time like water

flowing beneath a tree

and the sun that shone upon you

did it give the branch its leaf

or did you grow bare and rootless

live under a pale blue sigh

are you ready to fly

when you hear the trumpets…

sometimes your prayers go unanswered

your days go rushing by

your back is bent your heart is sure

there is nothing left to try

just go a little deeper

to reach the One Who lives on high

are you ready to fly

when you hear the trumpets…

I know my feet may stumble

and stones are in my way

His hand will reach to guide me

and I all I have to say

is Lord won’t you help me

I’m coming now cause You say it’s time

and are you ready to fly

when you hear the trumpets…

words and music: Noah Zacharin

Red Red Bird

oh my darling sometimes you feel so far away

I got the stumble of an infant child

the embrace of a man of clay

and you work to find sweet water

a place where you can pray

oh my darling sometimes you feel so far away

but my heart is a red red bird

soars above the dust and dirt

sings a song you never heard

my heart is a red red bird

nothing we can count on to face the rising flood

best we get might be to hold each other

slip together in the mud

taste the racing water feel the cooling of the blood

nothing we can count on to face the rising flood

my heart ...

nothing in the word can put the leaf back on the tree

or colour the ghostly outline of those

who hover just out of reach

teach me how to find this better hour that you see

nothing in the word can put the leaf back on the tree

my heart ...

let your heart ...

make your heart ...

may your heart ...

words and music © Noah Zacharin

Reflection

it’s too late

the sun’s gone down

it’s comin’ up again

the night bird sings

the light begins

love makes my pale head spin

was too short

the time we had

the moon was nearly full

the quiet lake

the silver waves

the tide of you beauty pulled

was too short

the time we had

like some unfinished song

hello hello

goodby goodbye

I'll miss the foreign tongue

it’s too late

the stars are out

now they’re lost behind the dawn

your eyes are green

you know what I mean

I’m sorry that you’re gone

Say Yes

say yes

looking in the mirror

see so many colours

which one will carry me away

red of the rooftop

blue of a freighter

orange of the dust of the last parade

I say yes I say yes

even if it’s just a guess

tip my head back hear the sky say stay

…or carry me away

muzzle in the corner

snarling calls me foreigner

says it’s time I went down with the ship

do you think you’re better

than any nightingale in fetters

keening at the lean end of a whip

I say yes I say yes

even if it’s just a guess

tip my head back hear the sky say stay

…or carry me away

perhaps there is a heaven

ah! the ancient question!

perhaps that’s where the loved ones have gone

take these words to slaughter

what’s left is wind and water

and how long how long how long

I say yes I say yes

even if it’s just a guess

tip my head back hear the sky say stay

…or carry me away

words and music (c) 2023 Noah Zacharin

Seasons of Glass (for James Wright)

Autumn comes from Summer

The leaves they turn to brown

I took my bottle to the river

and I drank that whiskey down

Water swirls

The night wind curls

Sky grows black and wild

Strong as a prayer

To a god who isn’t there

I am neither father nor child

Water flows through Summer

and it freezes up past Fall

I drank that bottle empty

and it did me no damn good at all

Dusk moves in over daytime

Stars start to shine above

Later moon cast the colour of a white wine

Breathed to make me dream cold love

Mouth opened round

Gave birth to no sound

Lost in a jar of sleep

Eyes rolled back

Stared at all that I lack

And the kiss of shame tongued deep

Dreams are made in the daytime

Turn to fear by the light of the moon

I gathered up the bottle of a lifetime

Drank the empty taste of empty doom

1978

The Green Album

Sick At The Heart

sick at the heart

and I don’t know what to do about it

ferris wheel got pretty lights

I got rusted quarters in my pocket

and she stands at my right hand

like cotton candy

sick at the heart

I can’t look at the roses

I see them torn from the earth and bleeding

locust in the wheat field knows

from birth we are starved for bread and blessing

when the lights grow dim

we begin to learn our lesson

sick at the heart

nothing adds to one hundred

they should have used ray charles’ piano for his casket

all the drunken masters

smear sienna ochre and umber on canvas

the jug is cracked

the light is jagged and refracted

sick at the heart

sick at the heart

I said it once it was so easy I say it once again now

bang the pipes at midnight

why won’t the gods just let us sleep ah just keep the noise down

I write these words to cross them out

and forget ‘em

music and lyrics © Noah Zacharin

Small Town Novel

sunrise over the barn old hound in slow steep howl

never knew he mourns

lousy neighbours and I know it now

all roads lead to ruin so I lie back in my own heat

fresh bread and coffee smell like flesh burning in my sleep

my thoughts are darker than they’re deep

from an old abandoned well

stick around I’ll write the end of this small town novel

‘fix that broken glass’ torn screen whines on rusted hinge

bloodshot eyes roll past the finish line of another binge

sweating alcohol I lunch on pickled eggs and a dozen smokes on the porch

this year’s schoolgirls are the youngest yet

my thoughts are darker…

oh my sweet relief I got to cash you before five

I got nothing to offer same as what I got to hide

and all you wanna know about me you can get from what my enemies say

there’s notches on my barrel

all I'm afraid of is walking away

my thoughts are darker…

you start out bored you get used to the running creek

you get used to the smiles for every thief and whore and thug and cheat

I looked in every window and I know who loves his wife

I know who tells the dirty little lie

I know who lives the dirty little life

my thoughts are darker…

blue steel oiled and racked

someday my Sunday bell will ring

the paddies stripped me down love hung the rest on a wicked west wind

keep a bottle by the bedside an orphan key around my neck

a few pale blue forget-me-nots grow where I last stole someone’s breath

my thoughts are darker…