davie gayle
singer/songwriter
ARTIST:
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(
near the shores of the raritan
a stranger came to my hometown
in search of buried treasure
to the claypits he was heading down
many hour he came up empty
he thought of calling it a day
then he dug a little deeper
and he found amber in the clay
oh-aye, down by old raritan bay
oh-aye, he found amber in the clay
trapped inside the frozen resin
were fossils, millions of years old
it’s what he’s been searching for
to him, more valuable than gold
the secrets he’s been chasing
are mysteries from a long lost time
and to this man of science
these were his diamonds
oh-aye, down by old raritan bay
oh-aye, he found amber in the clay
i thought of all who ever lived
and died right here on this same ground
indigenous, colonist, immigrant
they worked the land, but never found
i thought of how i fell apart
when all i thought i had was gone
and how you put me back together
how you’ve been there all along
oh-aye, down by old raritan bay
oh-aye, i found amber in the clay
©2005/2009 claydirt music (ascap)
michael gayle: guitars, mandolin, backup vocals
dave keif: bass
brian kilgore: ethnic drums, percussion
get me
(
can you see beyond my distant stare
are you aware
of me
can you hear the things that i do
when i’m listening to you
do i reach you when i touch you
feel the things that mean so much
do i touch you when i reach you
am i perceiving you
oh baby, do you get me
i could love you if you let me
if you want to know me
all you gotta do is show me
you and all your mystery
could you be my destiny
maybe i could set you free
oh baby do you get me
could you find me on a distant shore
baby when you’re
across the sea
do your dreams reflect what mine do
is my message getting through to you
do i reach you when i touch you
feel the things that mean so much
do i touch you when i reach you
am i receiving you
oh baby, do you get me
i could love you if you let me
if you want to know me
all you gotta do is show me
you and all your mystery
could you be my destiny
only if you’d set me free
oh baby do you get me
©2005/2009 claydirt music/remba music (ascap)
michael gayle: guitar, backup vocals
ron calese: bass
scott preston: drums
midge painchaud: backup vocals
3:09
(
hear me thinking about you
oh i’m so alone, it just ain’t right
feel me wanting to hold you close
see me lying awake in the middle of the night
baby, you could make my day
if you’d call me later on and say
how you tossed and turned all night long
and you reached for me, but i was gone
and when you checked to see the time
baby, it was 3:09
tell me you were aching for me all through the night
wishing i was feeling it too
‘cause at 3:09 this morning, i
couldn’t sleep without you
your love is making crazy
and i need it like a powerful drug
nothing else i take can replace it
it’s all that i crave till you fix me up
so come on baby make my day
call me when you wake up and say
that you tossed and turned all night long
and you reached for me, but i was gone
and when you checked to see the time
baby, it was 3:09
tell me you were aching for me all through the night
wishing i was feeling it too
‘cause at 3:09 this morning, i
couldn’t sleep without you
tell me you were aching for me all through the night
wishing i was feeling it too
‘cause at 3:09 this morning, i
couldn’t be without you
say it for me one more time
baby, it was 3:09
©2005/2009 claydirt music(ascap)
michael gayle: guitar
marty rifkin: pedal steel
scott preston: drums
dave keif: bass
midge painchaud: backup vocals
channel to you
(
when i start to feel the world go on without me
when every shade of gray moves in to cloud my view
when my heart beats even louder than the closest lightning’s thunder
there is only one thing i can do
i turn on my channel to you
got to break through, got to reach you
out on my channel to you
keep the line open, lock in the fine tune
i’m on my channel to you
when the morning tries to steal away the nighttime
when the sun shines down so bright that i can’t see
when my mind starts believing that i think it’s going crazy
i just need to hear you talk to me
i turn on my channel to you
got to break through, got to reach you
out on my channel to you
keep the line open, lock in the fine tune
i’m on my channel to you
ooh you pick me up, you lift me up
take any weight and toss it away
you’re my hercules, calling mercury
out on the airwaves, calling mercury
whatever it takes to get through on my channel to you
i turn on my channel to you
got to break through, got to reach you
out on my channel to you
keep the line open, lock in the fine tune
i’m on my channel to you
channel, channel to you
channel, channel to you
© 2005/2009 claydirt music/remba music(ascap)
michael gayle: guitars
dave keif: bass
scott preston: drums
susan j. paul, olivia foster reese, jennifer russell: backup vocals
roundabout
(
he comes from a town they once called roundabout
where the river bends and the ships would wind their way
through the land where later on they cut a big canal, they dug it out
but some still went the roundabout way
then someone built a factory on the riverbank in that little town
where men would make fine bricks shaped from its clay
and break their backs in the brickyards sunup to sundown
they were glad to work in those down and out days
so the story goes a young man from that same old town
thought he had to leave his home to make his mark
he got up one day before the dawn without a sound
and made up his mind that morning in the dark
with a pickup truck, a suitcase and a box of dreams
a baseball glove to cushion his guitar
he set out on the road to “not quite what it seems”
and made a wish upon a falling star
he comes from a town they once called roundabout
where the river bends and the ships would wind their way
through the land where later on they cut a big canal, they dug it out
but some still went the roundabout way
but some still went the roundabout way
down to
& back home again on a tour of one night stands
he fell in love and married her along the way
when she’d been gone six months, he took off his wedding band
he loved and lost not once but twice till true love called
ah, the third time was the charm, i understand
when some won’t even give their hearts a second chance to fall
they keep it safe from harm, but not this man
‘cause he comes from a town they once called roundabout
though, “he won’t make it”, i heard some folks say
between you and me, don’t ever count him out
he’ll just go the roundabout way
he’ll just go the roundabout way
when the road you’re on tries to shoot your dreams all full of doubt
you just play this song one time and say
whatever you may do, don’t ever count me out
i’ll just go the roundabout way
i just go the roundabout way
i just go the roundabout way
i come from a town they once called roundabout
©2005/2009 claydirt music (ascap)
michael gayle: guitar, backup vocals
candy girard: fiddle
ron calese: bass
brian kilgore: percussion
midge painchaud: backup vocals
tangletown
(
half a lifetime or so ago, as i believe
was on the night before all hallow’s eve
jeff and robby set out to the streets just to stir it up
started smashing pumpkins, basic mischief night stuff
they came across a new kid they’d never seen before
he had a couple dozen eggs, and bragged he could even get more
so they hid behind a wall, tossed ‘em at some passing cars
mostly missed, but hit a few, and ran laughing through the dark
till they heard a ghost train whistling in the wind
as the old cemetery on the hill started fogging in
they slid down winding narrow streets that never seemed to end
and in that fog the new kid disappeared around the bend
they tried all night, but couldn’t track him down
running through the streets of tangletown
wondrin’ how they got so turned around
running through the streets of tangletown
the next night came but jeff and robby don’t trick or treat
but all the kids were buzzin’ ‘round the old house at the end of the street
when they got inside there stood an old woman in her shawl
and robby saw a picture of that kid from last night, on the wall
his clothes were weird and out of date like someone in his grandpa’s day
and when the woman heard him talk, she got a strange look on her face
she said, “that’s no kid, that’s my father, jimmy, when he was barely 17
he’s long gone now, but i might know just what you mean
every other now and then, this same time of year
another boy says he’s seen him, and i know my father’s near
and when that picture hit the ground, they were running for the door
a little paler in their faces, they were shaken to the core
they tried all night, but couldn't track him down
running through the streets of tangletown
wondering how they got so turned around
running through the streets of tangletown
tried all night, but they couldn't track him down
running through the streets of tangletown
they swore no sign of jimmy could be found
but I saw him, running through the streets of tangletown
there goes the ghost of jimmy brown
he was running the streets of tangletown
© 2005/2009 claydirt music/remba music(ascap)
michael gayle: guitars
ron calese: bass
scott preston: drums
jennifer russell: organ
midge painchaud: backup vocals
david strother: yamaha electric violin
(
wish i could hear what you’re thinking about
what you’re thinking ’bout right this minute
what’s your thought, am i in it
whatcha thinking ‘bout now
you give me the impression that you love me
but not enough to be sure
i’m just like anybody else in the world
don’t like second guessing, don’t like feeling insecure
over all my reservations
when the bridge begins to sway
i need three words to cross over
three words, three words you don’t say
you don’t say, you don’t tell me that you love me
you don’t say, you don’t say, “i love you”, baby
you just may, but you don’t say
wish i could see all the feelings you hide
all the feelings that you hide like a secret
you can tell, i can keep it
how you feel about us
i’m not asking for a promise of forever
you know it’s not my style
i’ll take a sure thing baby, minute by minute
just don’t patronize, don’t say you love me and lie
over all my reservations
feel the bridge begin to sway
i need three words to cross over
three words, three words you don’t say
you don’t say, you don’t tell me that you love me
you don’t say, you don’t say, “i love you”, baby
you just may, but you don’t say
©2005/2009 claydirt music/remba music(ascap)
michael gayle: guitars
jennifer russell: organ
dave keif: bass
scott preston: drums
olivia foster reese: backups & feat. vamp vocal
midge painchaud: backup vocals
doghouse flowers
(
a girl likes getting flowers for no reason
or just to tell her that you care
to celebrate, or decorate the season
but don’t go and send no doghouse flowers here
send me no doghouse flowers
and take back the lies you gave to me
send me no doghouse flowers
save yourself some money, boy
the truth is still free
it may be that you’re truly sorry
or that you haven’t got a clue
either way it’s such a waste my darlin’
spare yourself the trouble, just tell the truth
send me no doghouse flowers
and take back the lies you gave to me
send me no doghouse flowers
save yourself some money, boy
the truth is still free
no roses of red, no violets of blue
when you’re in the doghouse, no ftd’ll do
a girl likes getting flowers for no reason
or just to tell her that you care
to celebrate, or decorate the season
but don’t go and send no doghouse flowers here
send me no doghouse flowers
and take back the lies you gave to me
send me no doghouse flowers
save yourself some money, boy
the truth is still free
send me no doghouse flowers
and take back the lies you gave to me
send me no doghouse flowers
save yourself some money, boy
the truth is still free
©2005/2009 claydirt music/remba music (ascap)
michael gayle: guitars
jaydee maness: pedal steel
candy girard: fiddle
ron calese: bass
scott preston: drums
midge painchaud, pat daly: backup vocals
susan j. paul, jennifer russell, tammy russell,
joanna johnson, tillin tufankjian, rayna barker,
kris hertz, ghina madonna, patti lee
flower girls vocals
ruby my dear: the final say
buried alive
(
well it’s bad enough
that you think our love’s run dry
but it’s harder just
knowing one of us won’t try
you’ll move on with your life, we’ll say our good-byes
that’s what you do when a love truly dies
though it’s fading fast
somehow it survives
maybe your love has passed
but my love is buried alive
oh my heart still beats
as it begs you please, please stay
but you don’t hear my cries
your heart’s half a million miles away
but you paid your respects with flowers from the yard
now we’re sending ourselves a sympathy card
though it’s fading fast
and barely survives
maybe your love has passed
but my love is buried alive
baby, your love has passed
but my love, oh my love
is buried alive
©2005/2009 claydirt music(ascap)
michael gayle: guitar
marty rifken: pedal steel
rupert pearl: bass
scott preston: drums
rockabilly bug
(
mamma says, girl when are you getting married
you know that's what you're brought up for
but I could never make momma understand
there was something I wanted more
daddy says, what about your education
you gonna throw it all away
I was always rearranging daddy's plans
for the record, I gotta say
if i'm a roving rambler
i guess it's in my blood
you say i'm just a gambler
i'll bet it's just my luck
i hope your heart can take it…
'cause i just can't shake it
this rockabilly bug
people say, girl you know you'd make real money
if you'd only change your tune
i just smile and say, why thank you kindly
but until i break this fever, there's nothing doing
baby says, honey can't we settle down now
kick back a while, give up the road
but every time i feel the beat, my feet start moving
you know i love ya, there's just no hope
'cause i'm a roving rambler
you know its in my blood
you say i'm just a gambler
i'll bet it's just my luck
i hope this heart can take it…
'cause i just can't shake it
this rockabilly bug
tribute:
wake up little suzy,
we're gonna rock this town tonight
let's have a party,
'cause my baby left me, but that's alright
well i'm a roving rambler
i guess it's in my blood
you say i'm just a gambler
i'll bet it's just my luck
i hope your heart can take it…
'cause i just can't shake it
this rockabilly bug
© 2005/2009 claydirt music/remba music (ascap)
michael gayle: guitar, backup vocals
dave keif: bass
scott preston: drums, backup vocals
sunny side café
(
smack dab in the heart of town
if you go down, there’s this little coffee shop
blink and you’ll miss it, but if you got a minute
there’s something ‘bout this place you just gotta stop
it ain’t no bistro, ain’t got no fancy cuisine
no mocha lattes, got no espresso machine
a few ol’ gals with their table in the corner
don’t need to order, they just come for a laugh
lunch-breakin’ joe wisecrackin’ with the waitress
congratulates a new dad, baby on his lap
there ain’t no logo, there ain’t no national chain
got no commercials, no advertising campaign
but if you’re longing for an easier pace
where you can touch base
before you go out on your way
meet me at the sunny side café
meet me at the sunny side café
when life hits you like a mirror in the morning
beneath the scornful glare of fluorescent light
shake it off, take a walk, do something for me
meet me where its clearer, where the lights aren’t so bright
it ain’t no bistro, ain’t got no fancy cuisine
no mocha lattes, got no espresso machine
but if you’re searching for a piece of the past
cause life goes by too fast…
before you go out on your way
meet me at the sunny side café
meet me at the sunny side café
meet me at the sunny side café
©2005/2009 claydirt music(ascap)
michael gayle: guitar, backup vocals
midge painchaud: backup vocals
ron calese: bass, accordion
scott preston: drums
amber dance
©2005/2009 claydirt music(ascap)
instrumental reprise of title track
michael gayle: mandolin
brian kilgore: ethnic drums and percussion
dave strother: yamaha electric violin
the love exchange
(
there's a brand new place
that's been here forever
just coming into view
make no mistake
it's nowhere to be found
and everywhere inside of me and you
bring in your troubled mind
your broken heart
and all your dreams that fall apart
trade in your sorrow for a new start
a new start
come on down to the love exchange
the love exchange, the love exchange
it's so familiar, baby it's so strange
the love exchange, the love exchange
get yourself together
down at the love exchange
just a heartbeat away
like a breath on a cold night
that's been so hard to see
don't be afraid
there's never any cover
the only charge is honesty
fill up your emptiness
your hungry heart
and all your hopes that missed their mark
light up the darkness with a single spark
light up the darkness
come on down to the love exchange
the love exchange, the love exchange
it's so familiar, baby it's so strange
the love exchange, the love exchange
get yourself together
down at the love exchange
unlock the secret to your happiness
in helping someone who has less
help somebody, help yourself
get yourself together
get yourself together at the love exchange
chorus…
© 2009 claydirt music/remba music (ascap)
michael gayle: guitar, backup vocals
midge painchaud: backup vocals
scott preston: drums
dave keif: bass
AMBER IN THE CLAY CD
production credits
produced by: michael gayle &
recorded by: michael gayle at the midway,
mixed & mastered by: michael gayle at glynn sound.
artwork credits
photos: glass & plastic photography
graphic design: nerah.studios
hair/makeup: krista gilly
this project is dedicated to my parents, claire & stan. i miss you everyday.
special thanks go to my brother michael, the first to believe in me as a songwriter all those years ago. i can’t imagine doing this without your continued guidance and collaboration. with you & our sisters pat & midge at my side, i am so blessed. to all my family and my very dear friends, thanks for holding me up when i really needed you. i love you so much.
to all the talented musicians who graced this project, marty rifkin, jaydee maness, brian kilgore, dave keif, candy girard, dave strother, jennifer russell, susan j. paul, olivia foster reese, rupert pearl, my dear old bandmates, scott preston, ron calese & of course mg, my “serenade” sisters, midge painchaud & pat daly, and all the fabulous flower girls, i am so grateful!
2009 edition notes
additional thanks go out to mg (glynn sound) for your tireless efforts and tenacity. to richard (
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