Don Peris - Ten Silver Slide Trombones - Lyrics

Spin

A friend of mine is falling apart in the great Northern Hemisphere

While the world spins around

A friend of mine is coming undone on a floor in a room

In a house made of bricks

In a room with an organ and a crucifix

While the world spins around

While the phone rings

It’s more then the sun going down

It’s more then the sound of the trees that’s breaking her heart

Life’s not a carnival ride, I thought it was but it’s not

I thought it was, I thought it was

But it’s not like a radio song

Or a May parade

It’s more then the smile of hello

It’s more then the kiss of good-bye

It’s more then my sorrow and joy

Am I the lamb that’s asleep in the greenest of verdant fields?

Am I the lamb that’s asleep in the greenest of verdant fields?

With the Lord over there

Am I the lamb that He keeps in His sight

In the rain and the sun

By His blood, by his blood

By His body and blood?

While the world spins around

While the world goes around

 FIREFLY

Don’t cry

The sound you hear is just a car going by

The light you see is just an aeroplane

Good-night

You’ll wake up in the morning with the sunshine

You’ll wake up in the morning with the bells of the earth

And hey

I can say the world is beautiful

Sometimes

I sit up in the kitchen while the rain falls

I sit up in the kitchen with my radio

And hey...

Don’t cry

The sound you here is just a car going by

The light you see is just a firefly

You and my brother in a blue boat sailing away

You and my brother at sea

It’s coming back to me again

It’s coming over me the same

It’s moving all around me now

Catherine-Anne

You and my brother in a photograph arms open wide

You and my brother cellophane

It’s coming back to me again

It’s coming over me the same

It’s moving all around me now

Catherine-Anne

You and my brother and I in San Gabriel

You and my brother and I in San Gabriel

You and my brother and I

You in the morning on a white bike racing away

My brother standing in the road

He’s never felt the same again

He’s never looked the same again

He’s never loved the same

Catherine-Anne

Your Friend

You go, you go away

You drift in and out of my life

I’ve got nothing useful to say

I only want to be your friend

I only want to be your friend

Your Dad, he’s gone away

Your Mom, she’s not the same anymore

I won’t ask about the things you’d rather not say

I only want to be your friend

I only want to be your friend

High on a hill you will stand

The sun will shine on your beautiful face

You’re young, nothing can bring you down

I only want to be your friend

I only want to be your friend

Butterfly

I wish you a long and happy life

All the flowers of a summer day

Green fields to fly over

A warm wind to carry you

Butterfly

I wish you a long and happy life

Red-apple boy

You’re the sound of the morning air

You’re the sound of the light in my house

You’re the sun going down

The stars that shine at night are not as bright as we find you

I wish you a long and happy life

When you say good-bye to California

Could I follow you?

Could I follow you then?

Could I reach you then?

When you say good-bye to California

And eternal Spring

Good-bye eternal Spring and every little thing

And every little thing

And I think of you with ten silver slide trombones

And I think of you with ten silver slide trombones

Merle Haggard’s playing on the radio

The songs of Bakersfield

And you’re already far away

When you say good-bye to California

What’s the world coming to

When you say good-bye to California

What’s the world coming to?

What’s the world coming to?

My Love, my love

Sweet angels love you

Your parents love you

Sweet Jesus loves you

Anytime at all

Anytime at all

Anytime at all, okay?

My love, my love

There is water moving under you

There is water rising all around

There are shoulders that can carry you

Anytime at all

Anytime at all

Help Me Out

Help me out

Help me out with this

I’m down in a hole

I’m stuck in my life

I’m falling apart, you know

Jesus Christ

Jesus Christ you know

I’m lost without you

You’ve heard it before

But nevertheless it’s true

All my friends

All of the good friends I have

Are falling apart

Are falling apart

We’re falling apart

We’re falling apart

When will you come to Pennsylvania

When will you bring your old self here?

I’ve got some friends

I think you’d like them

I’ve got that Hammond organ up and off the floor

I might just go to California

And get some good used records there

Fairport Convention

After the Gold Rush

Or Woody Guthrie in the Dust Bowl

Why don’t you come here and spend Thanksgiving

November’s not the greatest month but that’s alright

We’ve got guitars and

We’ve all got problems

Sometimes they’re looming large

Sometimes they’re nothing more than...

What are you thinking of

When you’re in the house

And I’m out in the yard with all of my years

And electric lines overhead

What do you think about then?

People can knock you down

And you’ll never know why

Some people can knock you down

And you’ll never know why

If you hold out a hand for me

I would lift you like that

What do you think about that?

Banjos and trampolines and little guitars

Banjos and trampolines and little guitars

We’d miss you if you weren’t here

We would miss you for sure

What do you think about that?

 Clement

Hold me now and do not let me go

Hold me now and do not let me go

I don’t think the world could live without you

I don’t think the world would last for long

Hold me now and do not let me go

 Far Or Near

There may come a day when you

Could sell your house away to

Strangers from Poughkeepsie and

Pack your car and leave

With your daughter and your son

In the hopes of better things to come and

Though we’d like to keep you here

We will love you far or near

"Rich and achingly beautiful"

 -All Music Guide

"Shimmering pools of light, hope,

faith, and beauty."

  - Jeffrey Overstreet

"Peris' guitar work on the

album is uniformly outstanding"

- Jon Furgeson