This was written after a close friend got killed in a car crash. With no words of any use to come to terms with why this terrible accident happened and why her spouse had to undergo the suffering of her loss, not to mention family and friends I, again, figured life as being nothing more than a house of cards that at any moment can, and often is, changed forever.
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THE HOUSE OF CARDS
(written by Jim Sharkey)
It's Saturday morning, the sun's heating up
The coffee pot over the market square
I'm thinking of times that had long been forgotten
And watching the vendors unloading their wares
There's little blue candles, stained glass and instruments
Birdhouses, produce, jewelry, and soap
There's handbuilt stoneware from down in Floyd County
"How much for the vase, will you take twenty-five?"
There's honey from Bedford, from Grandin there's sweet bread
Baked by a man, a nice fellow he seems
He's asking the passers-by, if they would like to try
A sample or two of his cranberry cakes
You used to bake the children's birthday cakes
German chocolate, red velvet and more
Now the children are gone away and so are the recipes
I'm having a hard time; as time passes on
CHORUS:
And the house of cards has been torn and tumbled down
Swept from the foundations by a hurricane wind
I was wrong from the start, I was wrong from the get-go
I was wrong to assume that I'd be first to part
Being alone was an unwelcome notion
A vague and dismissive uncertainty
So I never thought much, no more than a young child
Safeguarded and sheltered by its family
Down on the Greenway by the wandering river
I'll walk till my troubles have drifted away
And when they're long gone I'll stop and look round
To gaze on the life so sweetly we shared
CHORUS:
And the house of cards has been torn and tumbled down
Swept from the foundations by a hurricane wind
I was wrong from the start, I was wrong from the get-go
I was wrong to assume that I'd be first to part
BRIDGE: If there was one thing I could do
If there was one thing I could say
I'd say please stay at home and don't go out today
It's Saturday evening, the mountains around town
Are closing their eyes to drift into sleep
A Norfolk Southern bound for the coal mine
Slips out of the station a promise to keep
The young folks gather down on Salem Avenue
In tap rooms and taverns, rest'rants and bars
You always said it's nice to see youngsters
Enjoying their lives wherever they are
BRIDGE: If there was one thing I could do
If there was one thing I could say
I'd say please stay at home and don't go out today.
Songwriter Jim Sharkey is an Irish and Americana folk musician. Jim grew up in County Roscommon, Ireland. He plays around the northeastern US. Jim's original songs blend Irish traditional ballad influences with contemporary issues.
It's just fantastic. Then he comes out with "On The Move" to top this. Maybe he did but there's a point where topping something and achieving parity is enough and more than most achieve. Jim Sharkey
I love this album. Nuala, a great musician, has a beautiful voice and Lovely Armoy is a lovely track to open the album with. I never tire of listening to it. Jim Sharkey
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