JP Garwood

Where Gardens Grew

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Music by Steve Leonard
Lyrics by JP Garwood

Where Gardens Grew

Tiger stripes and leopard spots
Designer jeans on astronauts
Germs that live up in your bones
Weaving through some orange cones

Camp out in a plastic tent
open top for air to vent
The twilight sky is full of holes
patch them up with honest soles

Plant the flag where gardens grew
Time is made of glass and glue
Flowers grow in rewind

Ivy grows on idol’s head
colors bleed from green to red
a trumpet to announce the king
swallow fast your diamond ring

Big foam hand on broken wrist
mother’s milk with a lemon twist
and there goes Davey Crocket’s brain
back up on it’s feet again

Plant the flag where gardens grew
Time is made of glass and glue
Flowers grow in rewind

Two knocked down one standing up
rain storms from a paper cup
Yaks fall out in revue
like the way good soldiers do

the comet tail is hot and bright
shirtless on a moonlight night
and if you could have a trap door
you’d put it on the ocean floor

Plant the flag where gardens grew
Time is made of glass and glue
Flowers grow in rewind

Night Falls (On Seneca Road)

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Music by Steve Leonard
Lyrics by JP Garwood


Track 1 from the album Break The Code (2018)


Steve Leonard – Guitars/Vocals
Don Frio – Piano/Organ/Vocals
Steve Leroy – Bass
Michael Parillo – Drums
Steve Graham – Vocals
Lizzy Kates – Vocals

Lyrics

There’s a boy on a girl’s bike
riding up and down the street
He’s wearing a striped shirt
two different shades of blue

Although the sun is setting
sliding down the rooftops
For this certain moment
he’s got nothing else to do

There’s streamers from a party
stranded on a lamp post
At the end of celebration
they belong now to the breeze

And with darkness taking over
smudging out their color
They can take to dreaming of
the days when they were trees

Night falls down or up
Like coffee in a sideways cup
There’s nothin’ that it needs
and nothing it’s owed, on Seneca Road
Night falls down or up
Black coffee in a sideways cup
there’s nothin’ that it needs
and nothing it’s owed, on Seneca Road

There’s a dog chewing grass blades
tied up on a front lawn
He’s ignoring the noises
of the others who are free

And without the sun to see him
eating imagination
He is free to ponder
what it’s like just to be

Night falls down or up
Like coffee in a sideways cup
There’s nothin’ that it needs
and nothing it’s owed, on Seneca Road
Night falls down or up
Black coffee in a sideways cup
there’s nothin’ that it needs
and nothing it’s owed, on Seneca Road

Night falls down or up
Night falls down or up
Night falls down or up
Night falls down or up

A Yearning in Hatboro

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Music: Steve Leonard
Lyrics: JP Garwood

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A Yearning in Hatboro

I’ll check back in
when I return today
To the empty field
beyond the YMCA
And remember the lights
on the tractors there
How they painted a scene
at the Hatboro Fair

You’ll see nothing but grass
where the tilt-a-whirl ran
No funnel cake plates
in the blue garbage can
But I still hear the sounds
of late May and June
How they sing in my ears
a sweet pre-summer tune

CHORUS:
Jewel of summer
magical world
Pennsylvania flag unfurled
Cotton candy
flavors the air
I’ve tasted its flavor
now I’ll always want to be there

I still have some money
but I’ll wait until when
Daddypops is open
for lunch time again
For now I’m pretending the carousel is turning
In my Hatboro heart
there’s a Hatboro yearning

Almost Andrea Again

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Music: Steve Leonard
Lyrics: JP Garwood
Released 2005, Fat Raleigh, Dyceum

Almost Andrea Again

Passing out the puzzle pieces
to assemble one by one
perfect pictures paralyzed
against the morning sun
without words when wishing
can make you come undone
but it’s almost through
in spite of you

Turning tides can be tiring
and it shows upon your face
taking time to turn around
may be your saving grace
burning bygone bridges
will help you win the race
And the end is near
despite your fear

Yearning years confuse you
yet there’s still a flame inside
did you just say yes
to selling off your pride
falling frightened faces
at one time still could glide
with such grace and flare
you once were there

So somersault through the hoops of fire
fly free my closest friend
You’re almost Andrea again
Lick your lips reluctant liar
sing songs into the wind
You’re almost Andrea again

The world loves…..JPGarwood

Second Time Around

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Music: Steve Leonard
Lyrics: JP Garwood
Released 2001, Mindface, S/T

Steve Leonard – Guitars/Vocals
Steve Graham – Vocals
Steve Leroy – Bass
Don Frio – Keyboards/Vocals
Peter Toth – Drums

Second Time Around

Out there picking diamonds
From the dogs that lived the storm
Eating from the hand that feeds
The hand that keeps you warm
Still you may not know everything
There’s few that often do
Like the prophets from our yesteryear
That you, in time, outgrew

Well the fruits that are forbidden
They attract the greatest flies
Encircling your mind these days
And boarding shut your eyes
Still you may not have everything
But you have all that you need
Like your priests and other servants
And a place to plant your seed

Oh, what a day
Taking in the sound
Better be much different
The second time around

Somewhere near the graveyard
You stop to eat your fill
Among your perfect company
You’ll do just what you will
But a gravestone needs no water
And a dead man needs no bread
You’d be better off not eating
And joining them instead

Oh, what a day
Taking in the sound
Better be much different
The second time around