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Waiting on Your Love

by Noah Zacharin

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big bright moon it’s a big bright moon I would wear it round my neck like a silver locket filled with stone and hair that my lover kept as near as heaven seemed it was here that heaven stood like that big bright moon big bright big bright moon I bent but I never broke never closed my eyes to kiss her hand and I never let her walk me off the cliff into her wondrous land she’s gone for good I don’t know why I feel so bad it’s that big bright moon big bright moon tell me what I had tell me now what it was back then I don’t remember what I felt was I really hard as obsidian and was that anybody’s fault tell me now what it was back then I don’t know what to think or say on the deep the drunken man on the bateau ivre starts to sway we were sweet in summer’s hands might have thought we’d stay forever green you see the hammock it barely swung yet I could sense how much that moment did mean brilliant as light she smiled on everyone like that big bright moon big bright big bright moon
2.
sleep alone tonight I can lead myself to water it don’t mean that I will drink smoke and scribble all around me dirty dishes in the sink and I try so hard to feel right wake up with the sun I wanna sleep alone tonight you told me all your troubles hey I brought them to you then I watched your face go cubist drip off in sheets of blue and I try so hard… there’s nothing in the fields the corn is on its knees takes the crows a half a minute to take what the hailstorm leaves and I wish I had that fervour here in my outstretched arms I wanna sleep alone tonight I’ll kiss you once and gently then I’ll ask you to leave I’ll kneel and kiss your precious hands count the veins in the fallen leaf and I try so hard… I can lead myself to water that don’t mean that I will drink
3.
Convertible Kind I’m looking for a girl named diamond in the rough some little thing who thinks that sugar ain’t enough takes a spoonful of salt with her bread calls me on over to polish off her edge oh where can she be and when will she come to me I’m looking for a girl named gimme champagne she’s satisfied to sate her thirst on a little bit of rain she don’t need a dozen sips that girl just needs to wet her lips oh where can she be and when will she come to me I don’t care what walk she walks I don’t care what talk she talks as long as she lets me know when I’m named boyfriend on her block I’m looking for a girl named angel in the snow she shivers when she’s bad when she’s shining down below and that heavenly music begins when she spreads her heavenly wings oh where can she be and when will she come to me I’m looking for a little girl you know the convertible kind she puts her top down make it summer anytime you feel that cool breeze go by we’re speeding up to cross over state lines oh where can she be and when will she come to me
4.
(think we’re) in love again look at the stars up above they are no one else’s stars they watch us making love and the birds will sing when it’s morning again and they think that we’re in love again you know the way the pale heart sings so mournfully ‘til suddenly it finds its wings flies from branch to branch to celebrate a second chance thinks that we’re in love again what a little mystery you’ve become your canvas is a dozen shades of blue and where sweet mystery did you come from where do you go when you slip from view on this cool night come lie with me where shadow and moonlight weave in harmony and remember back when it was all before remembering and think that we’re in love again don’t you think that we’re in love again
5.
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…
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in the heather I used to walk in the heather counting the crows on the line counting back days when I first met her and wishing that she were still mine keep on walking and don’t look back to where the city’s in flames believe there’s water just over the hill and flowers that bloom from her name roll me over and rock me to sleep I pray my mind my memories keep if I should lie about any heartbeat... you sing at the speed of sound you see at the speed of light you can step as slow as you’re bound to you still pass through the night roll me over… I used to walk in the heather combing out my long hair hoping one day I’d forgive her now I’m just glad she’s there
8.
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
9.
Waiting on Your Love I wake at the crack and the creak and the least of sounds hammer my heart shut and hope the dark will take us down it’s not that I’m alone I am not alone only sometimes I think I was made to wear that crown cause I’m a broken nail and a tale of treachery a stroke of lightning and a kite caught in a tree a fine knife edge a madman on the ledge the lover looking for the lover looking for me still waiting on waiting on your love I’m still waiting on waiting on your love I’m a Calder junkyard sculpture draped in skin totaled sum of all the people I have been and if I forget a night a name the noises she made when she came I’ll remember in the right light right wind won’t you lead me won’t you lead me to your door see I’ve been there so many times before with a loosened belt a shining emerald ring raven round my neck with a radiant wing still waiting on… those birds that you sent singing: let me in they tap on the glass sing: let me tell you where I been past rooms where the nearly-buried howl the newly-coupled moan we’re all just looking for a home on the head of a pin it’s been so long so very long been so long so very very very long now I'm a half an ounce of habit from your doorstep a fool as I paper-cut my heart on song still waiting…
10.
All Go Blind 03:43
all go blind never met a dead man that I didn’t like is what they heard old jimmy say before he axed the lover of his ex-wife it was a voice inside a bottle it was a crocodile twitch now Christmas time’s a’comin’ I’m gonna write me up a list I’m gonna write me up a list if g-d were made of snow then the sun would never shine he’d keep it cold it’s His world it isn’t yours it isn’t mine if g-d were made of sunlight then we would all go blind we would all go blind a guy I know used to quote rimbaud and keats and cats like corso in his eyes so dark the young girls would park their diaphanous souls he had a storm of hair and a fortune there of rhyme and damp intention now he breaks his knees on the marble of st dorian’s reflection st dorian’s reflection if g-d were... cherry wrote runes of poetry when she wasn’t crying when she wasn’t up on rooftops insisting she should be flying she wrote a few deep lines once now they’re scars upon her arms her mind goes up and down that ladder into and out of arm back into harm if g-d were... g-d’s up in his parlour, says 'I gotta take another call from another wounded mortal just heading for a fall with another squalled request to clutter up My sky barbed wire breath complaining how white water has gone by' white water has gone by if g-d were...
11.
Echo 04:40
echo okay I’ll be quiet I won’t say a word anyway anything I say is something you’ve already heard alright I’ll be quiet I’ll be a good little boy there’s a bare branch wants my leaf and thread so you don’t want my joy I won’t share my joy he who dies last dies with the most stories to tell you die with your boots on you can get away fast at the final bell all around my window the dark calls so clearly gonna keep my little light gonna keep it here with me I won’t share my joy I won’t share my joy with any flickering candle wick I won’t beg you to listen that won’t make this beauty stick I said I would be quiet now here’s where this path has led you wanna feel the sunlight step in to my garden bed kind of a resolute calm kind of a stickman grin I kind of know what’s going on I’m sorry ‘bout your broken wing you say apples and oranges I say delicious tangerine I see you haven’t got the time for all the things my hands have seen I won’t share my joy though my mouth may fill with bees my heart be a knot of asps I will not speak a single one I only speak when I am asked I said I would be quiet I mean what I say credo of the echo is live to sing another day okay I’ll be… I won’t say…

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Impeccably recorded and produced--primarily at Canterbury Sound in Toronto--this is a collection of 11 of Noah Zacharin's finest songs. Augmenting the guitars and vox of NZ, this recording boasts magnificent contributions by notables like the late Ralph Carney, and a crew of some of the best players in town. Hammond, Uillean pipes, fiddle, banjo, etc. A sonic delight... "Highly recommended": Howard Druckman, Eye Weekly (Toronto); "The heart of a poet, the mind of a lyricist, the skill of a composer, the fingers of a musician -- rare attributes singly, but rarer still in one artistic package": Minor 7th.

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released June 4, 2019

Ralph Carney, Denis Keldie, Chris Gartner, Mark Mariash, David Travers-Smith, John Showman,

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Noah Zacharin Madoc, Ontario

Zacharin writes and performs as if his life depends on it. Multi-genre, versatile guitar man; literate writer (parallel life as poet and translator with extensive international publication in prestigious journals, anthologies, etc.). Zacharin wishes to move you, that's all... ... more

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