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           Lezlie Revelle

Lyrics - Page 4

Fool’s Moon -Page 1

that little girl - Page 2

Lullabies and Longings - Page 3

Lesson Learned

She opens the door, into the night she flies
She used to feel small, now she’s done with lies
Sometimes life is nothing like you planned
One day you wake up with nothing but your heart in your hand
She tries to remember to breathe
She’s realizing that you can’t be healed until you hurt
Lesson learned

She opens her eyes, sunlight steals through the pane
She throws on some clothes and goes out into the morning rain
Courage isn’t being unafraid, it’s getting up and going anyway
Sometimes falling leaves make her cry
Sometimes something has got to die for something new to be birthed
Lesson learned

She opens her heart, she listens to what she hears
If grace has a sound is it laughter, song, or tears
She dances with her shadow in the hall
She runs her fingers through the waterfall
She knows there’s always a cost
She knows sometimes you’ve got to be lost to be returned
Lesson learned

Gotta get up, gotta get out, go through that door, lesson learned
You are beautiful, lesson learned
Lesson learned, so many lessons to learn


Hold On To the Light

I know that you don’t know me and I know you never will
But if you look out one night and on your windowsill
Sits an angel with no wings and a halo hard to see
Don’t you ever be afraid, it’ll just be me

I know I never did enough to earn me any wings
If I even get that halo I’m sure it will be singed
But maybe if I ask just right and I pray a little prayer
They’ll let me whisper in your dreams and you will hear me say

Don’t be afraid little darling, of the things to come
Don’t be afraid little darling, of the things you can’t see
Don’t let the future control you or the past just hold you back
Make friends with the dark and hold on to the light

I know I said I’d never go and leave you all alone
But it seems time had other plans and now it seems that I am gone
The place I carried you deep inside still lingers near your heart
Sometimes I feel I could touch your hand and you look up with a start

Don’t be afraid little darling, of the things to come
Don’t be afraid little darling, of the things you can’t see
Don’t let the future control you or the past just hold you back
Make friends with the dark and hold on to the light

Now I’ll never go away, I’ve got no place left to go
I’m always just a whisper away, a step left of your soul
Late at night you will hear me sing as you’re drifting off to sleep
And as you grow you’ll realize there are promises you just can’t keep

Don’t be afraid little darling, of the things to come
Don’t be afraid little darling, of the things you can’t see
Don’t let the future control you or the past just hold you back
Make friends with the dark and hold on to the light

Now you’ve got a daughter of your own
Seems that I just looked away and turned to find you grown
Tears make rain on the windowsill as you gently stroke her hair
You tell her grandma is everywhere

Don’t be afraid little darling, of the things to come
Don’t be afraid little darling, of the things you can’t see
Don’t let the future control you or the past just hold you back
Make friends with the dark and hold on to the light


Faery Wings

You smell like rain, your skin is soft and cool
Like a mossy stone near the river’s edge
Your eyes dance behind the frames that show your world
Just looking for a chance to shine

And light streams out behind you just like faery wings
Gossamer in the moonlight
Do you believe it

You fight like hell to get a grip on your world
You think you fell too many times
So you don’t trust that little voice inside
That says you must let go to fly

Light streams out behind you just like faery wings
Gossamer in the moonlight
Do you believe it, I do


Naty’s Song

Raven hair, invisible eyes
Armed with beauty and lies, the jaguar prowls at night
She watches and she waits at the tribal fire
Taut with desire, spring unsprung, high on the wire

She eats cake by candlelight
Gun on the table, bullet by her side
How many bites does it take to get inside

She’ll make you laugh, teach you how to fight
And if you ask just right she’ll show you how to die

She eats cake by candlelight
Gun on the table, bullet by her side
How many bits does it take to get inside


When Morning Knocks

Turn the radio on, it’s all bad news
Same old singers, the same old blues
Can’t find nothing to take my mind off of you
How far must i go to hear something new

Take me down to the river, take me down to the docks
There’s got to be something better
I want to be there when morning knocks

Call the man at the station to make a request
Play a song for the one i love best
But he says, ain’t got nothing here will pass your test
I change the channel to see what comes next

Take me down to the river, take me down to the docks
There’s got to be something better
I want to be there when morning knocks

Pick my guitar up, try to find some words
A simple salve for a complex hurt
Play some chords and dig down to the earth
Trying to remember something i thought i heard

Take me down to the river, take me down to the docks
There’s got to be something better
I want to be there when morning knocks

Take me down to the river, take me down to the docks
There’s got to be something better
I want to be there when morning knocks

I want to be there when morning knocks
I’ve got to be there when morning knocks
I want to be there


Idaho

I don’t know ’cause I’ve never been there, but my friends say I should go
Pack up my troubles and store ’em in a locker, head out for Idaho
I hear the mountains are lovely
, I hear the weather’s fine
Might try my hand at prospecting, buy myself a little mine
Miner’s life might be the life for me
Delving into mystery in Idaho

I don’t know why I’ve waited so long here to pack it up and head out west
All this noise is making me crazy, got a constant tightness in my chest
But I hear potatoes are quiet, ain’t got no car alarm
On forty acres of fence post, maybe I’ll buy a farm
A farmer’s life might be the way to go
Plant some seeds and watch them grow in Idaho

I’ve got some currency saved up, got some memories I can hock
I might join the Basque in the mountains
, buy myself a little flock
So many new sensations are streaming over me
I feel the wind in my face now,
I can’t wait to see
The land of potatoes and gemstones, like Rilke’s star and stone
Maybe I’m made of more than I know
Maybe I’ll find it if I go to Idaho

Well I don’t know ’cause I’ve never been there
But my friends say I should go


Everything I Am

You are the sunrise ’cross the hollow
You are the sunset ’cross the moor
You are the daylight, you are the dark
You are the devil at the door

You are the rhythm and the rain
You are the vision come again
You are the one I come to at the end
You are everything you are

I am the song that I am singing
I am the story that I write
I am the hero, I am mark
I am the fool and errant knight

I am the rhythm and the rain
I am the vision come again
I am the one you come to at the end
I am everything I am

We are the rhythm and the rain
We are the vision come again
We are the ones we become at the end
We are everything we are
We are everything we are

All songs written by Lezlie Revelle and published by Katie Sounds (BMI) and Max Berry Music (BMI)

Nelson’s Guitar

Rising from the dead, Nelson turned his head, looked at me and said
“I have died, but that’s not all - I stole your life before the fall
So put down that pen, come be with me again
You know that it has been so very long since we have touched
Is it asking too much?”

Rising from my chair, I look but he’s not there
Just his old guitar where he used to play all night
He’d write a song each time we’d fight
I strum a cord, but I can’t sing a word
Nelson must have heard me cry myself to sleep at night
Eighty years old and scared to shut out the light

The neighbors stare, that guitar is everywhere I go
But I don’t care, ’cause I can shut out the light at night
As long as that guitar is by my side
My daughter thinks I’m mad, she says she loved her dad
But she thinks I must have had too much to drink when I say he’s here
He sings me to sleep and I have no fear

So I go on, I sing my little songs
I write them for my son, who doesn’t think that I’m absurd
He says ‘reality’ is just a word, oh
My son stops by, a strange look in his eye
When he sees that guitar lying on my lap where Nelson used to lay
We both know the guitar was lost that day


Time to Ride

Thought I had things figured out, I was being who I should’ve been
A closet full of neutral tones, a skilled chameleon
I put adventure back in books, told myself that’s where it belongs
I
told myself it’s just as well, singing someone else’s song
But it was time to ride, time to ride

I had this dream, I was standing on a hill
Wind whipped in my hair as wild birds wheeled
I thought I heard a voice, maybe it was you
Maybe it was the gods saying the time for safe is through

It’s time to ride these wild horses, it’s time to see what we can be
Somewhere between chasing rainbows and respectable reality
It’s time to ride, time to ride, time to ride

Now, now I know I can’t keep the dream at bay
It’ll just keep chasing me down until my dying day
When I’ll have to close the book on pages left unwrit
A pile of empty ashes will be my crypt

It’s time to ride these wild horses, it’s time to see what we can be
Somewhere between chasing rainbows and respectable reality
Yes, it’s time to ride, time to ride, time to ride
Time to ride, time to ride, time to ride

I think I’ll buy a hat, maybe a bag of purple leather
A splash of red to please my eye, let out the rein, pull up the tether

It’s time to ride these wild horses, it’s time to see what we can be
Somewhere between chasing rainbows and respectable reality
It’s time to ride, time to ride, time to ride
Baby it’s time, time to ride
It’s time, yes it’s time, time to ride
It’s time to ride, time to ride
It’s time


Wish It Would Rain

Dancing with ghosts on the western edge of eastern time
I wish it would rain

Can’t chase these questions from my mind, even with a head of wine

It’s been dryer than a July Kansas dirt road
Wish it would rain
Can’t put the genie back inside, even with a head of lies
Oh, how I wish it would rain

Didn’t see it coming, is it always like this
Trying to hang on till morning, glass of courage in my fist
Oh, how I wish it would rain

Thought I heard you call out, but I was already gone
I wish it would rain
Can’t drown the thunder of a silent tongue, even with a simple song

The night smells like dust, I can taste it on my lips
I wish it would rain
Can’t find water when the bed is dry, even with tear-stained eyes
Oh, how i wish it would rain

Dawn is finally breaking, or maybe that’s me
If I’d have known the pain of waking, maybe I’d have stayed asleep
Oh, how i wish it would rain

Can’t un-ring that bell now, I know what I know
Would I even if I could now, I guess I’ll just give up and grow
So now, now I wish it would rain
Oh, how I wish…


Sweet Pea & Little Sue

Sweet Pea and Little Sue were looking for a little bit of something to do
Sweet Pea said “Little Sue, do you want to go to town”
Little Sue went home and put her blue gown on
The one Sweet Pea had brought her home to show her she would never be alone

Sweet Pea dressed all in black and picked up Little Sue in their pink Cadillac
They took the long way around, stopping off for some fun
Took off their clothes in the afternoon sun
Just like they’d done that time before to wash away the memories that they wore

Sweet Pea and Little Sue got to town a little past a quarter to two
They went to Big Jake’s up on the hill
Big Jake said “come on in, now I will have my fill”

Big Jake said “Little Sue, are you looking for a little bit of something to do?
Let’s go to the back room, Sweet Pea won’t mind
Old Joe can cover up, and we’ll have a fine time”
But they had a love that wasn’t known by many in that little town near San Antone

“Big Jake,” said Little Sue “now I don’t want to have nothing to do with you”
Big Jake he said, “I think you do, I know about Sweet Pea and that man from Blue”
Little Sue wondered how he knew about the man
And that other life Little Sue just didn’t understand

So Little Sue went with Big Jake to the back room with him for Sweet Pea’s sake
Sweet Pea walked in the room, didn’t make a move
The record player coughed, it was caught in a groove
Big Jake would always wonder how long it took
And just exactly what was meant by that look

Sweet Pea went out to the car and drove around a little bit, but not very far
Got out the gun, thought about the blue gown
Then Sweet Pea went in and shot her woman down

Sweet Pea and Little Sue were looking for a little bit of something to do


She Knocks

She’ll come to your door, the woman who wanders seeking shelter and warmth
You’ll welcome her in, deaf to the thunder as you let in the storm

Peril and beauty, like a wild coast at night
You know your heart is lost when she knocks three times

She’ll come to your bed, the woman who wanders seeking shelter and warmth
You’ll think you can hold her, keep danger at bay as you let in the storm

Peril and beauty, like a wild storm at night
You know your soul is lost when she knocks three times

She’ll come to your grave, the woman who wanders seeking shelter and warmth
Keening and calling, she’ll let her loss rage as you let in the storm

Peril and beauty, wildness and night
You know all hope is lost when she knocks three times

Lifetimes have come and gone when you look in her eyes
You know all is lost when she knocks three times
When she knocks three times
When she knocks


Janie’s Song

Janie was just a girl riding in her car
Somewhere between here and there, she thought there’d be more
She met up with some friends playing games in the night
She let one play with her, didn’t put up a fight
After a while

She couldn’t be here, but she couldn’t get there, or so the story goes
Would it be a tragedy or a comedy, in life you never know
She thought she’d never know

Janie was just a girl playing her guitar
Somewhere between right and wrong, weren’t they further apart
Janie played the game, she waited for the fall
She steeled against the pain, it didn’t come after all
Where was she now

She couldn’t be here, but she couldn’t get there, or so the story goes
Would it be a tragedy or a comedy, in life you never know
She thought she’d never know

Janie was free at last, but from what she didn’t know
Or where she was right now, or where she should go
She’d built those walls so close, she thought she would die if they fell
Her body numbed with shock when she broke the spell
Well she finally knew

She’d always be here, and she’d always get there
No matter how the story goes
It would be a tragedy and a comedy, in life you never know
Janie laughed because she’d never know

Janie was just a girl riding in her car


Circle of Women

I stand alone before the altar, close my eyes and say a prayer
Who will steady me when I falter, who will pierce my fog with clarity
I open my eyes and I see
- circle of women

I long to join the conversation, but sometimes I can’t find my voice
I’m drowning in my limitations
, and I forget I have a choice
Then I feel your arms around me, you lend me your words
Your singing surrounds me, a salve for all these worldly hurts
Circle of women, circle of women

When we’re gone from this place, I will still see your lovely face
Sustained by even just a trace of the overwhelming grace
When I remember my circle of women
Circle of women

And I feel your arms around me, you lend me your words
Your singing surrounds me, a salve for all these worldly hurts
Circle of women, circle of women
Circles of women

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