Dean Freidman

By dean friedman



Way on the other side of the hudson,
Deep in the bosom of suburbia,
I met a young girl, she sang mighty fine,
Tears on my pillow and ave maria.
Standing by the waterfall in paramus park
She was working for the friends-of-bai
She was collecting quarters in a paper cup.
She was looking for change and so was i.


She was a jewish girl. i fell in love with her.
She wrote her number on the back of my hand.
I called her up, i was all out of breath, i said,
"come hear me play in my rock and roll band.
I took a shower and i put on my best blue jeans.
I picked her up in my new vw van.
She wore a peasant blouse with nothing underneath.
I said, "hi". she said, "yeah, i guess i am."


Ariel

Words by stuffy shmitt
Music by dean friedman


Got a rich man's dream. wanna swap my taxi on a limousine.
Wanna cash it in. wanna give it all away.

Got a poor man's needs. beans in the bucket and love in the sheets.
And your sandy eyes. making it all all right.
Something's calling on me...

And i don't know where i'm going.
I don't know where i'm going.
I got no place to be.
Honey, keep me company.

Woke peacefully in a town somehow in new jersey.
In my momma's arms, rocking to the radio.

Now i sing myself to sleep in apartment 4 in building g.
Gotta lock the door. gotta hide the key.
Oh, baby, i'm free...

And i don't know where i'm going.
I don't know where i'm going.
I got no place to be.
Honey, keep me company.

Now maybe one day i'll be a famous man with an la tan,
A million fans, and a catamaran floating movie stars.
Or maybe one day i'll be a bum in the gutter with a bottle in my hands.
And your sandy eyes making it all all right.
Making it all all right.
Making it all all right.

By dean friedman

In the hollow of your arms, snuggled up all safe and warn,
You used to tell me tales of unicorns and kings.
But how could i comprehend all the things you told me then
Of your madness and your struggling?

And my mind would swim in fantasies, like a piece of driftwood in the sea.
I had no touchstone for reality. you were my reality.

Like a dark and unlit room or the far side of the moon,
Your insanity spoke emptiness and fear.
And no matter how i tried, how i questioned and i pried,
I just could not penetrate that thin veneer.

And i know you tried to comfort me, to soothe and reassure me.
But then your strength would always fail and in it's place a silken veil.

Like a dried and wrinkled prune, a deflated toy balloon,
I cam home and found you strewn across the floor.
And as they lay you on your bed i heard you say,
"if i a dead, how come it just keeps on hurting more and more?"

And you left me in the early spring. all they said was, "mommy's resting."
And how was i to know, so young, it wasn't something i had done?

So please try and understand, i will love you as i can.
I do not blame you; you're not guilty.
But still there's no way to describe the relief i finally found
Upon learning it was you, and not me, that was crazy.

By dean friedman

Autumn seems awful lonely here whenever we think of you.
Last night the sky turned purple and we wanted to share the view.
Leaves on the trees are turning and the woods are all ablaze
They smell of timber burning in the fireplace.

Sunday we woke up early and we drove out to tice's farms,
Gorging ourselves on all the cider and doughnuts we could fit under both our arms.
Picking out penny candy in the country store,
Till we collapsed on the porch with our bellies sore.

So what's it like to be on your own, a roaming vagabond, away from home,
In search of some forgotten door?
Is it half as good as it sounds? tell me, have you really found
The peace and calm we've all been looking for?

Freckles still misses you. she always sleeps on the floor in your room.
Ruth says she smells, but you know it's just her very unique perfume.
The tree in the back bore apples but they're green and full of worms.
Guess we'll sit tight and wait until the cider turns.

Everyone sends their love; they still don't really believe you're gone.
Everyone's jealous of this crazy odyssey that you're on.
Hoping this finds you happy and healthy and sane.
I pray that your strength will ease you through the growing pains.

So what's it like to be on your own, a roaming vagabond, away from home,
In search of some forgotten door?
Is it half as good as it sounds? tell me, have you really found
The peace and calm we've all been looking for?

By dean friedman


If i've managed to learn anything at all from what we've done,
It's that even though it fills the cracks and crevices and mends the tattered souls,
Still we're each other's nemesis, and two halves do not always make a whole.
And though you know i've often heard it said we're made of sterner stuff,
Love is not enough,
Love is not enough.

And all the things i left unsaid, assuming that you knew,
As if there were no question you could read my mind;
And all the times i shut you out and left you hanging- me deaf, dumb and blind;
And though i know we vowed to stick it out through the easy and the rough,
Love is not enough,
Love is not enough.

And all the stupid games we played to save out tarnished prides,
As if it really mattered which of us was wrong or right;
And even as we stood and watched it fall apart,
I loved you with all my might.
And thought the heroes in the paperbacks always wind up in the buff,
Love is not enough,
Love is not enough.