New Video: “Don’t Mean A Thing At All” By Rebecca Martin

 

DON’T MEAN A THING AT ALL (from the album TWAIN)
R. Martin

When all of the house lights are taken down
And all of the people there
That traveled for hundreds of miles around
To hear their songs fill the air
Their beauty, the quiet and heaviness
The shadows they recall
Don’t mean a thing at all

A song would begin with a feeling
That’s had when the melody came
The words are assembled then written
Its meaning is somewhat relayed
On tip toes and reeling through misty eyes
The writing’s on the wall
Don’t mean a thing at all

Before the night gets underway
Your mind could change
What once was true that very day
Is now not the same

And there’s no way she could know
You couldn’t tell her so
The only way to live it was by giving it a go
No doubt there’ll be something for everyone
When turning every stone
She can’t leave well enough alone

“On a Sunday Morning”. A new original by Rebecca Martin.

On A Sunday Morning
R. Martin

What’s true for some
Just like a song could break your heart
When the sum is framed
To mislead them all
The fated cast

With the chances slim to none
Whenever the moment comes
To it may they rise.

For the years were long
and the night time too
On a Sunday morning
They’d had enough and the world had too
On a Sunday morning.

Now the chances are slim to none
Whenever the moment comes
To it may you rise.

For the years were long
and the night time too
On a Sunday morning
She’d had enough
and the world had too
On a Sunday morning.