All songs © Copyright Angela Reed 2006 Featured Plums Music Publishing (BMI)

Track List:

Undertone
Burn
Skies Over Carolinas
Depths Of Me
Down The Road
More Than Stones
Better Days
Sweet
Hero
Rollin Up The Sleeves
Too Much To Miss

UNDERTONE
© Copyright Angela Reed 2006 (BMI)

I want to wish you goodnight
I want to wish you sweet dreams
I want to tuck you in tight
I want to tell you what it means to me

We went from making our existence
But now if I could only hold you for an instant

But I can’t call
I can’t write
I can’t breath your name above a hum
I can’t fight
But I can’t hide
I want to live without this undertone of
without you

I want to kiss your goodnight
Don’t want to miss you tonight
Hang up that dress that I wore
After a night of your keeping me warm

BURN
© Copyright Angela Reed 2006 (BMI)

When siren takes your hand and you believe it
You start to understand too late to leave it
When silence burns your heart, it don’t feel warm
When you’re calling out to nothing you’ve been misinformed

You see it falling down and you see it
You watch it all around and you feel it
You feel it burn

When hearts go out to play they don’t get shelter
When your heart’s caught in the game of a glitter speller
When he’s twirling all around you you’re caught in a storm
When he’s dancing like a lover you’ve been misinformed

Sprung from a lie, sprung from a lie
If he says I tried, I say fine
He washed over me in his storm
Flood waters drown my soul, leave me out in the cold
Beat me down into a whole, if he says I
Didn’t mean to hurt, well I got burned

If you thought it light & love you’ve been misinformed
If you thought it what it seemed you’ve just been burned

SKIES OVER CAROLINAS
© Copyright Angela Reed 2006 (BMI)

I’m standing in my kitchen with nothing but my grin on
I miss your little things like peanut butter on toast
I’d sit across from you with the sun to warm my skin on
But in your absence I’m just naked and exposed

I put on your tune again
‘Cause baby maybe I just want to miss you
Now it’s stuck there in my head
And lately aching is not the word for this mood
‘Cause longing’s been my drink and my food

Now I write because it hurts more than a little
These mountains of space to endure
Then I get stuck between the lines of what I scribble
Between my need for you and feeling, oh rest assured

We are writing here these songs
And we’ll sing them to remind us
That we’ve been happy thus far
And if we’re fools then just add us to the line up
Love pulls from here to St. Charles
From the sound to the skies over Carolinas

And I’d hold you oh so close if I could
And I am missing what we’ve got that’s so good

I put on your tune again
I put on your tune again

DEPTHS OF ME
© Copyright Angela Reed 2006 (BMI)

You tell me I’m so far away from you
It’s just I’ve got nothing to say to you
You keep telling me I seem so dark
But it’s not the absence of light it’s just I go down that far

Don’t try falling into me
‘Cause you won’t see the bottom before you feel
Like turning around, ‘cause it’s a long way down
And you’re not going to find, you’re not going to see
The depths of me

You accuse what you don’t understand
You listen at the edge of me with rocks in your hand
Don’t go throwing your stones at me
‘Cause it’s not what I need, you listen for what you don’t hear

You had to try, you had to see
You don’t realize you’re not worth my energy
You had to pry into me
You had a line…

DOWN THE ROAD
© Copyright Angela Reed 2006 (BMI)

Let me off at this stop
I’ve been waiting to see beyond that bend
But I’ve been waiting too long
Hesitating getting off
This bus going nowhere as far as I can tell

‘Cause I have known
I could have flown long ago
I’ll never know
What’s down the road
If I don’t go
If I don’t let go

I’ve been standing at the edge
Been too scared to even look down
But I won’t fly if I stay
Just got to jump and grow my wings down on the way
On the way down

Take a chance
And take your hat off and throw it far as you can
Take that risk
And go on beyond where you have been and go on in after it

MORE THAN STONES
© Copyright Angela Reed 2006 (BMI)

I’m wondering if you’re real
I’m seeing if you’re really there
I’m wondering if I should conceal
This big part of me that cares

Whether you look at my eyes & see more than stones
Or if you feel compromised or you’d rather be alone

I think about these things
So my heart won’t have to show
That the edges are cold as the bathroom sink
And heaving from vertigo

But then you look at my eyes & see more than stones
But maybe you’ll feel compromised or rather be alone
Oh you’d rather be alone

I’m weighing it like a bowling ball
It’s kind of warn and hard
I’m trying to take down this growing wall
Of China ‘round my heart
I’m trying to see through my black and blue
I’m trying to simply look back at you

So when you look at my eyes you’ll see more than stones
So you won’t feel compromised or rather be alone

I look into your eyes
Your ocean eyes that seem
Like they open me up wide as the sky
Like I could see what you see in me

So when you look at my eyes you see more than stones
So when you look at my eyes you see more than stones

BETTER DAYS
© Copyright Angela Reed 2006 (BMI)

I get up this morning
Silence ensues
There’s nobody phoning
I’m wetting my lips
As my black coffee brews
This morning is missing your kiss
Yeah, this morning I’m missing your kiss

I take a sip
From my coffee mug
But I’m not tasting it
I think of you
I pour another cup
‘Cause I’ve got to get on with what I’ve got to do
Yeah, I’m gonna get on with what I’ve gotta do

So here I am, my heart’s a mess
But I understand and I’ve got to confess
I’ve seen better days, but I’ve seen worse days too
It’s just not the same here without you
It’s not the same without you

I go to work
I go to bed
Feel like such a jerk
I walked away
I play it back in my head
Now all I’ve got left are my songs to play
Yeah but now I’ve got songs to play

Our spark lit little fires
That we had to suffocate
Our hears burned like the stars
But now I’ve come back down
I’m grounded now these days

So I’m getting dressed
I’m getting on
But it ain’t the best
I’m coming clean
That’s why I’m singing this song
My heart’ll heal eventually
Yeah my heart’ll heal eventually

SWEET
© Copyright Angela Reed 2006 (BMI)

I’m coming home late at night
I’m getting up in the morning light
I don’t have time to write a line
And make it out the door by nine
Get it out the door on time

I’m slinging it behind the bar
Never felt I’ve worked so hard
Billy says. . . and I’m alarmed
Best thing I’ve heard so far
Best thing I’ve heard so far

I’m tired
But I’m not going to sleep
‘cause this is what I want to be
this is what I need
I’m inspired
It’s rushing on in
I can feel it coming
It’s gonna be sweet

I write it all down, quickly as I can
Till it hurts my hand
I’m falling off my chair, it’s falling on the page
With my muse I’m saved
By my muse I’m saved

Got to get it out
What else am I here for
Got to make it sound
Just like I said before

My eyes are shot, blood shot
‘Cause slept? I’ve not!
But now I’m caught
‘Cause it’s coming out

HERO
© Copyright Angela Reed 2003 (BMI)

I’ve been looking for treasures hidden
Take my sadness and sorrow
He said he’d call but he didn’t
So I’ll call him tomorrow
I’ve been waiting for a long lost hero
Riding up here to save me
All I’ve had are my shedding tears, oh
No one’s climbing up my balcony

Step up to the plate my home run hitter
‘Cause I am a sprite, all magic, colored in glitter
I want you to be…

My knight in shining armor, storm-ward sailor,
Baring laser rocketeer, or a rugged pioneer
Like Davy Crocket, or like a jewel in my pocket
You’d dive for my treasure, you’d die for my pleasure
Guitar playing, dragon slaying,
Climbing towers, bearing flowers,
Sword & shield in a heather’s field
Promise laden to save this fair maiden

I’ve been waiting for a real live Swooner
Hope he’s sooner than later
Like in the movies, a Luke Skywalker
To conquer my Vader
I hope he finds me I came back for him
‘Cause I adore him, I hope he sees
My far off castle & the challenge before him
‘Cause my heart’s pouring, honey won’t you please

ROLLIN UP THE SLEEVES
© Copyright Angela Reed 2006 (BMI)

I’ve been thinking, that I’ve got to lay it out
‘Cause I’ve been sinking so I’ve got to say it out loud
I think you know that I’ve got to go now
But I don’t know, I don’t know how

But I won’t stay here, I won’t waist here, I
I won’t wait here, I won’t break here,
I’m not looming, I’ll be moving on
Moving on

Painted a picture, it was colored like the leaves
I was wearing his shirt, just rollin up the sleeves
But what’s left is memories, wet paint & poetry’s grown cold
No more pleasantries, yet his sleeves still rolled

I can’t stay here…I won’t…

TOO MUCH TO MISS
© Copyright Angela Reed 2006 (BMI)

From Seattle to NY it’s about five hours flying
But you sit in your seat the whole way smiling

If you don’t step out into the cold
You’ll never quite understand your heart of gold
Guess you won’t get frozen by the wind
But there’s no use in hiding out just imagining

‘Cause it’s too much to miss
It’s too big to hold in your hand
It’s far ‘cross the main land
It’s well worth the trip
‘Cause it’s too much to miss

From Seattle to NY it’s a long way’s driving
But like from here to Boston, it’s just 2 ends of I-90

If you don’t step out into the sun
You won’t see beams of light, you know the bright shiny ones
I Guess you won’t get blinded by the rays
But there’s no use in hiding out from the light that stays

La la day, la la day oh

If you don’t step out into the cold
You’ll never quite understand your heart of gold
Guess you won’t get frozen by the wind
But there’s no warmth in hiding out just imagining

From Seattle to NY it’s a long way’s flying
But you sit in your seat the whole way smiling