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Downpour
04:52
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Downpour
Jenny Bienemann
Sitting at a bus stop combing my wet hair
Waiting for the rain to stop so I could get somewhere
Anywhere but there
The man to my right said “I had dreams, they were wrapped around me like
That lock of hair wraps around your comb…”
In the downpour
Looking at him sideways I pulled my hair
From the teeth of my plastic comb and set it down
Between us on the bench
He was like a dessert flower in the rain out of place and half insane
I could smell alcohol and regret
In the downpour
I don’t know why in the rain it feels so good to cry
I don’t know what for, but in the rain you’ve got to let it pour
Man, woman, comb, bus, hair dreams
Constellations of unrelated things
Converge as fate in the end
Star crossed strangers in the rain, he took the bus that finally came
And I went home with no regrets
In the downpour
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2. |
Look at the Sky
03:42
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LOOK AT THE SKY
Jenny Bienemann
I met my destiny today
Not like you’d expect
She just showed up
At the start of my day
I said “don’t you have some
Big lesson for me; isn’t this where you
Open my eyes?”
She just smiled and looked at me
Raised her arms and pointed to the sky
Said “if you’re looking down
Then you’re looking round
If you’re looking round
Then you’re hiding
You think you’re trying
But you’re sliding
And its time to look inside
Just sit there and be scared
But do it anyway;
Anyway I gotta go now
I got something
To get ready.”
I met my good angel today
Not like you’d expect
She just showed up
In the middle of my day
I said, “I’ve put off
so many things for you
Waiting for you to tell me
What I should try”
She just smiled and looked at me
Raised her arms and pointed to the sky
Said “if you’re waiting you’re hesitating
You haven’t made a choice
You’re holding out
You think you’re holding off on trying
But really you’re hiding out
Just sit there and be scared
But do it anyway;
Anyway I gotta go now
I got something
To get ready.”
I lay down on the damp grass
The crickets chirped the moon danced
I heard a voice from within saying
No more hiding out
I was there, I was scared, I did it anyway
Anyway I gotta go now
I got something
To get ready.
Look at the sky
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3. |
Imaginary Battles
05:21
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Imaginary Battles
Jenny Bienemann
The children in my house fight imaginary battles
They need some kind of conflict just to have something to play
As the children in my house fight their imaginary battles
I’m reminded of how, as children, we used to play
Chorus
Oh the things we’d conjure and the things we’d say
It defies all explanation
My grown up life bears the truth of what they say
What you learn in childhood you replay
The parents in my house fight unimaginable battles
We need some kind of conflict just to let us know we’re OK
As the parents in my house fight their unimaginable battles
I’m reminded of how as children we used to play
Chorus
The children in my house fight imaginary battles
They need some kind of conflict just to have something to play
As the children in my house fight their imaginary battles
I’m reminded of how, as children, we said it wouldn’t end this way
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4. |
Wedding Dress
04:16
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Wedding Dress
Jenny Bienemann
Something in me trusted something in you
The time came when we were more than two
And now some nights when I’m still awake late
And our future together seems a questionable fate
I put on some lipstick, have a glass of wine
And court the solace of the passing of time
I saw a wedding dress in the window
I bought that dress to wed a different man
I borrowed money to buy it
It was love at first sight, not unlike you and me
That dress was mine before I even tried it
Now I have this dress in the back of my mind
Though I gave it away years ago
I wonder tonight if you and I will fade away
Like that dress I was reminded of today
I saw a wedding dress in the window
Wine glass in the sink, a little water to drink
An excuse to linger in the moon’s shining
Loathe to turn away from the dying of the day
My heart is stabbed with the beauty of this pining
But I will lay me down, wrap my body all around yours
And love you through the opening and closing of these doors
For you and I might fade but not the love we made
I will hold that in my heart forever
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5. |
Why Didn't You
04:29
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Why Didn’t You
Jenny Bienemann
Walking up a spiral staircase
Wondering if that was the top of your head
if it was then you could have seen up my skirt
I realized with glee and dread
If part of the question is why did I change
the other part is why didn’t you
The morning papers hang in your face
like dirty clothes in dead air
I take your favorite section and I cut it to bits
trying to provoke you to care
If part of the question is why did I change
the other part is why didn’t you
Oh the sleeping children, they don’t know
the things through which we go
and like sleeping children we adults are blind
to all but what’s in our minds
If part of the question is why did I change
the other part is why didn’t you
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6. |
I Knew You
04:12
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I Knew You
Jenny Bienemann
I knew you the first time I saw you
I knew how your arms would feel
when you bumped into me
and by the way you smiled so all
the other pretty women would see
I knew you the next time I saw you
I knew the way your lips would taste when you leaned in to speak with me
and by the way you whispered so all
the other pretty women would see
I don’t blame you
for what went on between us two
how can you warn the desert about the damage
a little rain can do
and no amount of common sense
could tell me what I already knew
you really loved the chase no matter how much
I love you
I knew you the last time I saw you
I knew the way my life would feel when you walked away from me
and by the way you waved so all
the other pretty women would see
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7. |
Rose of the Past
04:24
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Rose of the Past
Jenny Bienemann
We don’t talk too much any more
I didn’t understand that you wouldn’t keep in touch with me
I thought it would be more mutual, we’d both sort of let it go
But you’ve let go much sooner than me
You must have known it would be so
That’s why you cried so hard when I didn’t
That’s why you held on so hard
And that’s why you and your black crepe eyes so mourned
the passing of the guard
Or maybe you just knew that part of yourself
but how could I have guessed
our closeness was based on proximity
not on the things you and I confessed
the phone rings and you’re not around
I never get a return call
I make excuses why I don’t hear back
til the summer turns into fall
Today I think it’s not something I did
but there are days I do
It’s just that the petal has to fall off of the flour
before the seeds can break through
So I’ll call one more time and remember
spring follows winter at last
and the bloom of the future flower
grows from the rose of the past
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8. |
Somewhere
04:23
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Somewhere
Jenny Bienemann
Way out west on 90
The sky's a purple blue
And all the people in the rest stops
are just like me and you
filling up
gearing up
moving on and out and up
somewhere
me, I stop, kill the moter
crack the window, ease my seat back
I'm slowing down. looking down
the sun is slowly going down
somewhere
I have left you long ago now
but the torch of my memory flares
satin nights and cool pillows
and clothes all over the stairs
the lights are off my mind is off
I'm willingly drifting off
somewhere
when it comes to me to ask myself
how the past got so confused with today
and to seek the answers here at this rest stop
where the fumes and the dogs and children play
and it seems so clear we all came here
to fill the emptiness down deep somewhere
check the tires, check the fluids
fill the gas tank slam the hood
hope that sludge they pour for coffee
can do me a little bit of good
filling up, gearing up, moving on and out and up
somewhere
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9. |
Pottery Barn
03:15
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10. |
Cupola
02:02
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Cupola
Jenny Bienemann
Pretty little cupola, sitting on a house
pretty little head, on your shoulder
look up at the stars, see them twinkle round
in the morning they will follow you
Cupola
I've got a cupola, it's got a deck, we could open all the sliding glass doors
sleep out on the walkway underneath the stars
and in the morning I would be with you
Cupola
People up in cupolas stay up late
having tea parties with comets and asteroids
we were almost hit once, but never mind
outer space creatures are notoriously kind
Cupola
Cupolas are best if you've had a lot of rest
and I can see by all those stars in your eyes
you could us some shut eye, and that's just fine
tomorrow I will take you up in my
Cupola
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11. |
I Wanna Be Sedated
05:27
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Written by The Ramones: Jeffrey Hyman, John Cummings, Douglas Colvin
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Jenny Bienemann Chicago, Illinois
Jenny Bienemann is a Chicago based singer, songwriter, poet, and photographer. Her daily photo and haiku social media posts grew into Haiku Milieu, a book, audiobook, soundtrack, and concert series with a mission to foster creativity and collaboration by finding the extraordinary in the every day. ... more
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