Lazy Afternoon

by Jason Wilber

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released January 1, 2006

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Jason Wilber Bloomington, Indiana

Jason Wilber is an American singer and recording artist. He is also known as the lead guitar player for singer-songwriters like John Prine, Iris Dement, Greg Brown, and many others. Jason Wilber’s work with John Prine includes the Grammy Award winning CD Fair & Square. In addition to playing guitar on John Prine’s 2017 album For Better or Worse, Jason also served as a Co-Executive Producer. ... more

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Track Name: Lazy Afternoon
I love to watch the wind in the locust trees
And the way the sun feels so warm on me
And on you too, and everyone who has come to sit
Out in this lazy afternoon

You swear you can smell those flowers bloom
I believe you can I smell them too
And the grass so green
I mean it really makes me feel so good
So good

If I knew how I’d get some colors on a brush
And set us all down on a big canvas right here
We could sit for a few hundred years
Out in this lazy afternoon

I see the sun is sliding farther away
I know she’s got to go
Make someone else’s day sunny too
Somewhere far away there’s a town like this
With some boats

On a shady little pond
And some blankets that are waiting
To be spread out on a lawn
And some folks who will be happy to sit
Out in this lazy afternoon

You know it looks like
It’s gonna be a lazy evening too
Track Name: Sinking down
My dream is always the same
We’re out on Stetson Bank
And I’m the one who was left behind

Divers swim right by
With lights in their hands and fear in their eyes
And I know it’s me they’re trying to find

Sinking down
I feel I’m sinking down
I pray I’ll wake up scared and cold
Davy Jones drug a finger across my bones
When you coming home he whispered low
Your friend is waiting here with me

With the ocean in her eyes
A secret soul with a shifting tide
And the shimmer of something far away

Greed rolled across my mind
In the fog we stole a man’s life
And now he sleeps in the endless deep

Chorus

Instrumental

Captain Frank
Set his boat on Stetson Bank
And watched the waves calm and slow

You can never tell
What’s inside of someone
You never know what hides below
Track Name: You Don't Know What You're Getting In To
You back your car out of the driveway
Feels right you might go the wrong way
You don’t know what you’re getting into now
* You might think you do you might think you don’t
You might think you will you might think you want something different * for variety
* So you start out first and you wind up last
You know the little burst where you kind ran fast in the middle
* It didn’t seem to help

* No you don’t know what you’re getting into
* You don’t know what you’re getting into
You don’t know what you’re getting into now

* You can’t find the truth where it’s supposed to be
The meaning of your life the meaning of a flea
* It’s starts to seem like you missed the part
Where they explain the game and then said start
So you get the sense that you’re running behind
But everyone says no you’re doing fine
As they pass you by * you see them wink
* At one another and you start to think
That you’re paranoid or you really are behind
* You might find it’s a slippery slope
When you start to think that yes means no and
You don’t know what you’re getting into now

(chorus)

* You might think it’s gonna rain or maybe gonna snow
The wind may come and your friends may go
* The sky could fall or the sun could rise
The moon might set right before your eyes
But time doesn’t stop and time doesn’t fly
* Time could come when you say goodbye
To the hours on the calendar the days on the wall
The hands that spin and the sand that falls
In your eyes as you walk through a mystery world
* Where nothings quite right but nothings really wrong
* And far away you hear a song
That sounds familiar so you sing along (pause)
* Meanwhile on a mountain top a lone guru finally stops
Track Name: Indigo
Indigo I’ve been dreaming of you
You must know
I see traces everywhere I go
Your shade has captivated me

Drops of ink
Like a kaleidoscope they slowly sink
It’s clear imagination that you think
Away in clouds of purple blue

You can see into the ocean and the sky
Just close your eyes

Inst

Indigo in tiny flowers there along the road
Or in the songs here on your radio
That rise up from the great unknown

Violet blue as deep a mystery as any hue
If I can ever only gaze into
Your colors I will be complete

You can see into the ocean and the sky
Just close your eyes

Inst

Indigo
Indigo
Indigo
Track Name: Northern Lights Seen Over Lewisburg Tennessee
Summer vacation, North Ontario
An old man telling stories
To his young grandson

CHORUS
The Northern Lights might find a child
And carry him away
To the shining spiral arms of the milky way

Aurora Borealis, Aurora Illinois
That’s where my Dad lives
Lied the lonely boy

Go and tell your Dad then
Go ahead and run
Laugh laughs the bully
Knows he hasn’t got one

CHORUS
The Northern Lights might find a child
And carry him away
To the shining spiral arms of the milky way
But the big dipper he just sits up there
And never says a thing
About the kid from Lewisburg Tennessee

INSTRUMENTAL VERSE

Aurora Borealis, Southern Tennessee
One in a million
I saw it on the TV

Unrelated items
Local lost and found
One quiet young man
Not a trace or a sound

CHORUS
The Northern Lights might find a child
And carry him away
To the shining spiral arms of the milky way
But the big dipper he just sits up there
And never says a thing
About the kid from Lewisburg Tennessee
Northern Lights Seen Over Lewisburg Tennessee
Track Name: Down In Russell Square
Sitting Down in Russell Square
Where the sun has come to brighten this June day
And the flowers sway
Purple, Red, and Yellow
In gardens kept with care
Down in Russell Square

And those who were just passing through
Find themselves upon the benches too
As toddlers smile and stagger laughing
In the soft and gentle air
Down in Russell Square

When you need someplace to slip away
From your worries and petty cares
Try to fix your mind upon a day
That you once spent dreaming somewhere
Like on a quiet summer bench
Down in Russell Square

The bus brakes and the car horn
Sound just like an old calliope
As they echo off the concrete
And I guess they might as well be
Because no one cares
About them down in Russell Square

In the cool grass here and there
Couples talk or lie and quietly stare
At the white clouds as they pass
Through a sea of tranquil blue
Oh it must be love
That floats so high above Russell Square
Track Name: Last Meeting of the Quakertown Optimists Club
There’s just no point in going on, said the President to his peers
We’ve tried real hard to make the club work, for almost 24 years
But recently the spelling bee and the bake sale both bombed
Interest has declined, it’s a sign of the times, I’m thinking we should just move on

Because we’ve organized and volunteered and sponsored ‘til we’re blue
We’ve pledged and baked, marched and donated, raised and patronized too
But I’m calling it quits, I’m tired of it, this perpetual goodwill race
Man I’ve looked on the bright side for so damn long, I’ve got a sunburn on my face

Chorus:
Somewhere along the way we lost our happy go lucky smiles
That certain savoir faire that kept our chins up proud and high
My horse shoe and my rabbit’s foot have worn down to the nub
I’m sorry friends, this will be the last meeting, of the Quakertown Optimist Club

Then the Secretary said attendance has fallen, at the Wednesday bowling league
Last week it was just my wife and her sister, my brother-in-law and me
Mrs. Douglas stood and said well I’m sorry, but those bowling shoes hurt my feet
Then she excused herself owing to a previous engagement with a program on her TV

It was Mr. Baker moved to adjourn the meeting, said his wife was home sick in bed
And he reported he hadn’t been ill in years, but suddenly felt a little light headed
And then similar complaints slowly arose from every optimist in that room
Of backaches, and bunions, and inconsiderate off-spring
And inevitable, impending, doom

CHORUS ---- TAG --- The number you have reached is no longer in service, at the Quakertown Optimists Club
Track Name: Your Destiny
You were walking it was one of those days when there was no one around
Waves breaking and the seagulls seemed to be the only sounds

Just how free can you be if this path was meant to lead
To your destiny

You were talking then to someone you met somewhere along the way
You didn’t notice but the day was drifting from blue to grey

Just how free can you be if this path was meant to lead
To your destiny

Beside the fire on the beach that night you stared into the flames
Watched them rising up into the sky, all the faces and names

Just how free can you be if this path was meant to lead
To your destiny
Track Name: Watching Picasso
The crowd crashed like waves over shots over pints
While we sat struck dumb with surprise
To quote my hero old Joe, a radiance did show
But the din didn’t ever subside

It was like watching Picasso Monet or Renoir
Sketching out his world with a voice and guitar
My God how good must you be said the man next to me
Before folks might just listen a while

CHORUS: He played and he sang simple and plain
And out poured a quiet masterpiece
By the cigarette machine on a dim corner stage
That creaked like a tired ship at se

I don’t even mean to judge or indict
It’s not like this was Carnegie Hall
I guess no one expects to witness genius
Unless it hangs on a museum wall

INST CHORUS, CHORUS

If you’re ever up that way near old St. John’s Bay
Where the shadow of the Signal Hill lies
Climb up Solomon’s Lane to the door marked Ship Inn
And sit down and listen to Ron Hynes