Mp3s "Doorbell" and "Smoke & Mirrors&quot

I just got around to putting these new recordings up on soundclick. I think you can still hunt down the original "Doorbell" thread but "Smoke & Mirrors" was lost in the great move a long while back. It was the third song I ever wrote for SSG.

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/pagemusic.cfm?bandID=374195

"Doorbell"

She's got her hands to her face
And her slender fingers trace
All the lines that tell the stories
That makeup wont erase
She's got her share of regrets
And scars lest she forget
But looking back
There's not one that wasn't worth it

And she closes her eyes and smiles
Hums a tune from far before your time
And somewhere in her mind
She's floatin' 'cross some half forgotten dance floor

Just a couple blocks away
In a quaint little cafe
Sits a southern gentleman
With a lily bouquet
Kinda quiet and shy
And slightly troubled by
A mothballed suit
And a stomach full of butterflies

And he closes his eyes and smiles
Hasn't felt like this for a long time
And somewhere in his mind
They're floatin' 'cross some half forgotten dance floor

And as he walks down the block
She looks at the clock
And he wonders what he's shaking for
She says "at your age well...
When fate rings the bell
You best not open the door"
Then as if on cue the chimes sound
And two hearts pound
As she lets him in
And so it begins...

Me- vocal/rhythm guitar/mellotron
Ryan Thomas- lead guitar
Sarah Biglow- percussion

recorded by John Congleton

"Smoke & Mirrors"

Well there's a neon light that's burning bright
But it barely cuts the haze
There's a juke box and a bartender
That have both seen better days
There's a tap that pours salvation out
And some friends to cheer me up
And a little bag tucked in my coat
In case that aint enough

And its all just smoke and mirrors
Just a trick in our own minds
When we raise our glasses up
And give a toast to these good times
Its all just smoke and mirrors
Little lies we tell ourselves
Cause truth be told if times were good
We'd all be somewhere else

And there's a junky in the parking lot
And he wants me to believe
He's got nothing in his pockets
And nothing hidden up his sleeves
There's a preacher on the TV screen
Saying heaven can be mine
But he's got the same look in his eyes
As the man that waits outside

But its all just smoke and mirrors
Just a trick in our own minds
When we raise our glasses up
And give a toast to these good times
Its all just smoke and mirrors
Little lies we tell ourselves
Cause truth be told if times were good
We'd all be somewhere else

And we've all got our delusions
And the masks we hide behind
So here's to you
And to whatever gets you through the night

Cause its all just smoke and mirrors
Just a trick in our own minds
When we raise our glasses up
And give a toast to these good times
Its all just smoke and mirrors
Little lies we tell ourselves
Cause truth be told if times were good
We'd all be somewhere else

Truth be told if times were good
We'd all be somewhere else.

Me- vocal/rhythm guitar
Sarah Biglow- percussion
John Congleton- organ

recorded by John Congleton

-marv