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THAT PASSED

by Patrick Regan Band

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THAT PASSED, THIS IS And this is where the story always ends Where it all begins, time and time again A little bird flies in from the night Into the feasting hall, fires burning bright From the night, the silence, and the cold Through the feast of life flies the little soul And on the walls, see the shadows cast Shadows of our joys, sorrows of the past It’s gone, ah ha That passed, and so will this That passed, this is That passed, and so will this We tell the tales that always have been told Close against the night, warm against the cold Love and war, and ordinary days The wonders and the work, homelands and the wandering ways All gone, ah ha That passed, and so will this That passed, this is That passed, and so will this Behind every singer’s song Is a line a thousand generations long Who knows how many gathered so Or how many thousand years ago Outside of time, this place Knows the changing weather of the human face As all the passing things endure So all that have passed are present here The shadows stand tall behind our backs Sun and moon and stars frozen in their tracks A little bird flies in as before Through the feast of life, out again through the other door It’s gone, ah ha That passed, and so will this That passed, this is That passed, and so will this And this is where the story always ends
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THE FABLE OF THE TREES I only want this little tree The woodcutter said to the wood What good could it possibly be to you? What harm can there be We'll let him have this little one Reason the elder trees A small price for getting him off our backs And they give him that he lacks A handle for his axe
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WHEN THE REFORMATION RAN AGROUND When the Reformation ran aground On the coast of a howling wilderness There was little left of summer then, in sixteen ninety-six When the Reformation ran aground She was bound for Pennsylvania From Port Royal in Jamaica In a company of thirteen sail With a frigate armed against the French Bound for Pennsylvania But we lay becalmed for seven days Then the Reformation went astray Lost an anchor, lost our company And the master broke his leg In the first storm, off Havana Bay Among the Quaker’s slaves there was an Indian girl She was taken with fits for hours before she died The Havana lay behind us when we cast her over the side Her name was Venus And I heard a hurricane in her cries And I watched our luck run out in her eyes With the master down it was Dickinson tried to raise our spirits up But in the wind and water I heard her cries O we called upon the lord on high For the lord on high is mightier Than the voice of many waters Yea, than the mighty waves of the sea O we called upon the lord on high And we prayed all night for break of day With the storm waves breaking over the deck There were seabirds in the hen coops and a flood in the cabins of the wreck When the morning broke on Florida It was sand and scrub and nothing more Like the moon compared to England And by nightfall we were shivering while they danced round a fire in our clothes That was just the start and nothing more Every day the Hoe-bays held us there And after them a tribe called Ais Every time they drank the black drink, or they looked at us crosswise There were some of us feared for our lives Oh it startled Jonathan Dickinson When he heard “English son of a bitch!” From the Spanish words and the gibberish, darting out like a weasel from a ditch In the angry voice of an Indian Among the Quaker’s slaves there was an Indian girl She was taken with fits for hours before she died The Havana lay behind us when we cast her over the side Her name was Venus The dark places of the earth are full Of the habitations of cruelty Both the Quaker man and the African who were joined by slavery Feared the cruel jaws of the cannibal And the Quaker feared for his little child In the hands of those we’d fallen among As the native women nursed the babe, and he grew both fat and strong The Quaker feared he’d grow up wild We were starved and beaten, but none was killed It was no worse than the navy It was cold and rain and the long march north, two hundred thirty miles Killed the few who died along the way Among the Quaker’s slaves there was an Indian girl She was taken with fits for hours before she died The Havana lay behind us when we cast her over the side Her name was Venus In November we made Augustine And we left in Spanish colors We reached Charles Town at Christmas time With a tale worth a bottle all around Then my mates and I shipped out again When the Reformation ran aground On the coast of a howling wilderness There was little left of summer then, in sixteen ninety-six When the Reformation ran aground
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GULF STREAM 04:29
GULF STREAM An air of southern morning That moves upon the waters And stirs among the palms of Bantry Bay Recalls another country A rough and woeful music Wings of palm trees stirring far away Oh Gulf Stream, where are you leading me now? Was it here my fathers wandered A land of elk and salmon This gentle sheep-shorn green to which I’ve come? The old world hardly knows me A stranger now returning And I can hardly say which way is home Oh Gulf Stream, river that marries two lands A soft breeze takes me to Florida As if my mother took my hand Primeval cypress forests Warm springs and winding rivers The shallow sandy soil that we called home Where the water boils with yellowtail When the dolphins play round the springs Where the osprey dives and the herons glide And the snakebird perches to dry her wings You find me, ocean river A wanderer and seeker Reminding me that I’m already home That anywhere and nowhere is my home
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ICARUS 05:02
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EVERYTHING FALLS BEFORE YOUR PRIDE It was not so much your leaving me As the way you found It burned like whiskey in my throat As I forced it down The pride that comes before a fall I could drink all night and never drink it all You can’t keep strong spirits bottled up inside Everything falls, everything falls Everything falls before your pride I climbed the hill in nothing flat It was dark and clear Had a bright idea, have I told you that? Had a bright idea How I wonder where you are Had a bright idea, saw a shooting star If wishes were horses All the fallen kings would ride Everything falls, everything falls Everything falls before your pride When it came full circle back to me Should have come as no surprise But the hawk returning to my hand Had murder in its eyes I stood condemned without a trial Even proud of that for a little while It’s a short hope that hung me And a knot I tied Everything falls, everything falls Everything falls before your pride
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FROM WHERE I AM (lyrics by Shannon Anderson music by Patrick Regan) There's a lot of people in my head They tell me where I should have gone They tear me up, they wear me down As I try to make it one more time around But it doesn't matter where you could have gone 'Cause you only go one way anyhow You can't spread your self around If you want to come down to the here and now I was ashamed to write this song because I should have written fifty more before I was ashamed to sing my pain 'Cause I know I should've already found the cure I was ashamed to look into your face But everybody's got to start someplace Too much back there to erase I'm gonna start from where I am When I start from where I'm not I'm just a puppet on a string All my words are made of wood And wooden birds don't sing When I start from where I'm not I get the fog inside my head And fifty different voices crying Girl, do something else instead Do something else instead Should've studied harder back in school Got to think faster or I'll miss my cue Got to learn to understand the stock exchange Got to write Grandma a nice thank-you But I'll never get it like it's supposed to be Never gonna go and fix it now So I'm gonna lay it down Give the thing a try from where I am I'm gonna give the thing a try right from where I am
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JENNY SAYS SHE KNOWS TWO MEN Jenny says she knows two men, and that is three too many That is what she said, and that is Jenny There’s one she knows will always stay And yet, in their embraces He looks beyond her, far away And sees himself alone in desert places This one’s as steady as a house But there’s another in him Who’s tramping down the open road A solitary pilgrim Jenny says she knows two men, and that is three too many That is what she said, and that is Jenny The other one’s a rolling stone A free man by profession But he’s afraid to sleep alone And clings to her, his prize possession This one’s cool at best He wants no home and no strings Thinks he’s a hero on a quest Looks to her like aimless wandering Jenny says she knows two men, and that is three too many That is what she said, and that is Jenny Jenny says she knows two men But you can never tell I’m sure that I’m the only one It’s only that she knows me all too well Her man at home’s a voyager Her hero is a drifter Jenny’s fine the way she is We’re very happy with her Jenny says she knows two men, and that is three too many That is what she said, and that is Jenny
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LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH Love love love is not enough Even though they told you so Love forever we may never know You can learn how to love a man Deep and long, yes you can You can learn from the loves you've had The good and bad But you can never live on love alone Love love love is not enough Even though they told you so Love forever we may never know He can learn when to hold you tight When to fight, when to let you go But you're both living night by night If day by day You're living for your love and love alone Love love love is not enough Even though they told you so Love forever we may never know You can learn how to bear his dreams Make his scenes, be his queen Take his freedom and give your heart The hardest part Is learning not to live for love alone Love love love is not enough Even though they told you so Love forever we may never know
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WHO WILL SAVE THE HUMANS? The lion laughed at the chimpanzee Who was solemnly stroking his chin Shhh, said the king snake, order please It's time for us to begin Redwood welcomed honored friends Moss and lichen and worm Owl read the agenda As the council opened its term Who will save the humans? We've warned them all, canary said They won't wake up, cried the cock They need more sleep, sighed panda bear They're wound up tight as a clock They don't think ahead, turtle said They have no perception of time They lie in their own waste, said the dog But you know they're friends of mine Who will save the humans? Who will save the humans? When they beach themselves again and again On every shoal of shifting sand Who will save the humans? Who who who? They're hypnotized, spider said By idols and ideals Flags and gods and owning things Guns and automobiles We can't save them, wailed the whales If they keep on acting this way Net the last fish, cut the last tree For a lousy dollar today Who will save the humans? Who will save the humans? When they beach themselves again and again On every shoal of shifting sand Who will save the humans? Who who who?
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THE MEASURE OF A MAN Six feet long and six feet under Is the measure of a man If he hasn't learned compassion And he hasn't lent a hand Hasn't laughed at his own pride and shame And forgiven what he can Six feet long and six feet under is The measure of a man Twas the month before Christmas And all through the countryside A form arrived in every office And there was no place to hide Said it's time for all the boys and girls Across the working world To sing their own praises So April showers them with raises As a jolly corporate Santa would decide I sat down to write to Santa I'm a first-rate employee And I threw in something naughty To make sure he believed me But from deep within my bottom drawer I heard a dreadful roar "What is the measure of a man?" The pen would not obey my hand Swore off coffee then and there for tea Six feet long and six feet under Is the measure of a man If he hasn't learned compassion And he hasn't lent a hand Hasn't laughed at his own pride and shame And forgiven what he can Six feet long and six feet under is The measure of a man When I mustered up my courage And I opened up that drawer I found two books I must have buried there A thousand years before They are doomed to darkness, one book sings Who worship only worldly things To greater darkness they who worship Nothing but the spirit The other said: Drink this, and thirst no more Six feet long and six feet under Is the measure of a man If he hasn't learned compassion And he hasn't lent a hand Hasn't laughed at his own pride and shame And forgiven what he can Six feet long and six feet under is The measure of a man I was halfway to my car when I Turned badk to get my key And I bumped into an old man Who looked a lot like me You can save my life, he told me But you'll have to lose your own And I found myself alone again Before my mouth could open The wind blows where it will Remarked the breeze Six feet long and six feet under Is the measure of a man If he hasn't learned compassion And he hasn't lent a hand Hasn't laughed at his own pride and shame And forgiven what he can Six feet long and six feet under is The measure of a man
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YOU SPOKE OF A WHEEL You spoke of a wheel We all spoke in turn As I turned burnt branches You poked up the fire The others turned hares Spitted on twigs As we talked the fire around Around went the whiskey You spoke of a wheel Seasons and tides And mill wheels turning Waters of life Spirits of the grain We spilled some for the earth For the flame and the well We shared charred meat You spoke of a wheel Of death feeding life Life leaping through forms I heaped on dried pine And through clouds of tarry smoke Came a quick blaze Rush skyward of startled flocks Of sparks in spiral flight You spoke of a wheel Center and circumference Of every radiance Under the wheeling heavens Apples and hazel nuts Red-gold moonrise, fall Stars, the chilling clarity The presence of mind You spoke of a wheel Describing an arc In a leap across the fire Fiddles, whistles, and bones Reels, a round of laughing Song, and all took turns At fire-leaping, blurred Spokes in bleary motion You spoke of a wheel And a nave of joined hands Our communion made rounds And we blessed all the lonely Navels of buddhas Of cartwheeling children Of the west, summer’s end May we all hang together, you said You, spoke of a wheel

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Together with the album LIKE A WORLD, this collection presents the work of the Patrick Regan Band in the 1990s: featuring multi-instrumentalist Andy Goessling, bassist Alison Boardman Goessling, and on these recordings, singer Shannon Anderson. (LIKE A WORLD features singer Akire Bubar and drummer Joe D'Andrea.)

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released January 14, 2023

Patrick Regan: vocals, guitars, piano, flutes and whistles, concertina, mandolin, sax, percussion, bass guitar (14).
Andy Goessling: oboe, saxes, clarinet, guitars, zither, mandolin, bouzouki, percussion.
Alison Boardman Goessling: bass guitar, percussion.
Shannon Anderson: vocals
Dave Grego: double bass (1, 6, 7).
Greg Bullough: button accordion (13).

Lyrics and music copyright Patrick S. Regan (BMI) except where noted:
Track 2, A Coastwise Song, music traditional, first verse by Agnes Mure Mackenzie (Boozey & Hawkes); additional lyrics by Patrick S. Regan.
Track 5, Far Off-Shore, poem by Herman Melville (Doubleday/Anchor Original 1964); music by Patrick S. Regan.
Track 7, Icarus, copyright Anne Lister (First Original Music).
Track 9, From Where I Am, lyrics and music copyright Shannon Anderson and Patrick S. Regan (BMI).
Track 14, You Spoke of a Wheel, poem by Patrick S. Regan, music attributed to Turlough O'Carolan (1670-1738), arr. Patrick Regan and Andy Goessling.

Cover photo: Patrick Regan and Andy Goessling, from From Horses Sing None of It, Episode 30, Copyright 2022, The Folk Project.

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Patrick Regan Provence-Alpes-Côte d'Azur, France

A songwriter and singer, I'm handy enough to be a one-man band but lucky enough to rope in great collaborators: Andy Goessling, Dave Pegg, Dave Mattacks, John Andrews, Shannon Anderson, and more.

This is one place I'm preserving and publishing the best of my songs. Look for new releases here throughout 2024.
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