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the matter with me

by Ben Hunsberger

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Words and music by Ben Hunsberger June, 2003 © 2003 Welcome Farm Music If we could just find a way To freeze a moment in time I’d pick a day when you and I would laugh For hours at a time. And when we parted our ways The memory faded from mind I’d hold that frozen teardrop in the sun And taste its salt one more time. Hey baby, one of these days We’re going to have to find that place in our hearts Just maybe then we can capture the spark And play like open-eyed children after dark At the end of the day. I remember the days We played capture the flag Running through the warmest summer nights With nothing on our backs And when it started to rain Look for places to hide Drinking water straight from the sky Until the stars cleared the night. Hey, baby, one of these days We’re going to have to find that place in our hearts And just maybe then we can capture the spark And play like open-eyed children after dark At the end of the day… I remember the way You used to look in my eyes You found a place where no one else could go Something deep inside. And we had nothing to say No more secrets to hide Nothing left to keep our lives apart Where the fire never dies. Hey, baby, one of these days We’re going to have to find that place in our hearts And just maybe then we can capture the spark And play like open-eyed children after dark At the end of the day…
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Words and music by Ben Hunsberger June, 2003 © 2003 Welcome Farm Music Samples from Franklin D. Roosevelt's first inaugural address, 1933. We tapped all our wires Reloaded all our guns Fingerprints on record Now it’s time to have some fun… But the hair’s standing up on my neck Sending chills over me Keep your hands above the table… I’ve got a passion for insecurity. We know what’s you've been eating Cause it’s broadcast on tv Know what you’ve been reading Bleeding hearts and wounded knees… Take a good look in the mirror Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee When push comes to run… Passion for insecurity. Don’t look now, my friend That man wants a piece of me He’s a mean, ugly hombre Don’t be fooled by the shades – he can see If you know what’s good for you Head for the nearest E-X-I-T Let’s hope he can’t spell… I’ve got a passion for insecurity.
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stay with me 04:24
Words and music by Ben Hunsberger January, 2003 © 2003 Welcome Farm Music Sing your song in the dark Words fall like sleet On a cold and empty street. Turn your collar to the wind To the lonely within And you follow your shadow home. When you need a place to go There’s no light around the bend There’s a weight upon your heart And the cold world has nothing to lend Stay with me, I’ll stay with a friend. Sing your song with your heart Though it’s broken and pained Love is not always kind. Room empty and stark All that finds you is her voice, her eyes, Love is not always blind. When you need a place to go There’s no light around the bend There’s a weight upon your heart And the cold world has nothing to lend Stay with me, I’ll stay with a friend. Sing your song in the dark Words fall like sleet On a cold and empty street. Turn your collar to the wind To the lonely within And you follow your shadow home. You need a place to go There’s no light around the bend There’s a weight upon your heart And the cold world has nothing to lend Stay with me, I’ll stay with a friend.
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Words and music by Ben Hunsberger January, 2003 © 2003 Welcome Farm Music In the sun Where you stood when you were young It was simple to be true. But that day has come and gone And the setting of the sun Casts a shadow over you. Darkness is gathering around you Foundations tremble at your feet. All those demons that surround you Cloak their intentions very well and drum the beat And the red runs into blue, As you struggle to find just enough light to see. How could it be With the promise of the free You could lose your way so fast? Opportunity and grace Stare you squarely in the face In a kingdom damned but vast. Darkness is gathering around you The tide is rising ‘round your feet Every night you dream they have crowned you But every morning brings more bitterness than sweet. And the forecast is deep blue, On a day that leaves you just enough light to see. Is it true That they cast a spell on you? That your mind is not your own? The future in your hands And you toss it in the sand With piles of broken bones. Darkness is gathering around you Foundations tremble at your feet. The Sons of Freedom all around you Take Mother Liberty; drag her screaming through the street But she rises, black and blue, In a dawn that brings us just enough light to see. She will rise, black and blue In a dawn that brings us just enough light to see.
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Words and music by Ben Hunsberger September, 2003 © 2003 Welcome Farm Music I turned off the highway To rest my old bones And find a place I could stay for the night. It was only one short evening, but I stayed far too long. Steel guitars gently singing To an old country song. From the courtyard drifted music For a still and starry night The singer smiled as they played the last song She sang the words softly, but the lesson was hard. Country music playing sweetly On an old steel guitar. Can you tell me your name? Have you been here before? Would you care to go dancing tonight? Take the left past the street light by the old package store I could meet you, if you thought that you might. As she left with the players A quiet wave of her hand Gave promise, leaving me to decide. And when I turned at the corner, I knew I was wrong Flowered dresses, pretty women, And an old country song. It’s a shame, such a shame When you cause someone pain. It’s a shame when you break someone’s heart. Who’s to blame for the weakness That you just can’t contain Even seeing it right from the start? Back on the highway Headed for home I was lost, there was no map to guide. When you pass the last exit, you’ve driven too far. Country music on the radio With a sad steel guitar You can blame it on the guitar And an old country song.
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Words and music by Ben Hunsberger March, 2003 © 2003 Welcome Farm Music Everyone’s got a problem But nobody knows All the trouble I’ve seen But that’s the way it goes… It goes to the heart To the heart of the matter The matter with me The matter with me is you. You put the question to me Send me off in search of the answer If I don’t like what I see Can I come back and be a second chancer? It goes to the heart To the heart of the matter Oh, the matter with me Well, the matter with me is you. I’m gonna turn up the heat Throw another log on the fire Gonna warm up your feet, baby Kiss you with a love inspired. It goes to the heart To the heart of the matter Ah, the matter with me The matter with me is you
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katahdin 05:00
Words and music by Ben Hunsberger January, 2003 © 2003 Welcome Farm Music Well I’m standing on Katahdin, looking out across my life As it cuts across this wilderness like the edge of a knife. I’m a long way from the place where I started up this trail But the journey’s been a good one, whether I succeed or fail. The sun comes up every morning, Even if the clouds conceal. Or the mountain’s silent majesty, Refuses to reveal. So I stumble through the dimness, Pick my way among the stones. And heed the voice within this place, Its ever-present tone. In the full light of midday, All is well, all is clear. And those clouds on the horizon Never seem to come too near. So I glance over my shoulder And mark the distance that I’ve come. Continue on this pebbled path Steady beating of the drum. After noon the weather changes And brings the question of a storm The chill of life’s uncertainty And the need to be reborn. As the sun appears and disappears I trip on roots that cross my path And wonder, did I miss a turn? Am I equal to the task? Sun sets every evening Doesn’t matter where you are. If you’ve made it to the summit Or only viewed it from afar. Every step along this trail Is a decision to move on. And though you step in quiet solitude You’re never all alone. Never really on your own.

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released December 25, 2003

all songs written and performed by ben hunsberger
recording and production by ben hunsberger

Ben's website: www.welcomefarmmusic.com

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Ben Hunsberger Bowdoinham

layer fresh melodies with full-bodied undertones.
fold in a little nature and politics.
season with angst, humor, and a pinch of sarcasm.
serve with plenty of volume.

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