'Dance Till the Music Stops' Track Listing:
 

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Everything That Goes Round Comes Round

Written by:

Ron Sowell / Story Circle Music BMI 

Jon Wikstrom / Ironic Juxtaposition ASCAP

Performances by:

Ron Sowell - Lead vocal / acoustic guitar 

Ammed Solomon - drums /percussion

Lars Swanson - electric bass

Ryan Kennedy - electric guitar

Jeff Haught - piano / organ

Mira Costa, Kira Small, Kathy Mattea - BG vocals
Mira Costa - vocal arrangement

 

Lyrics:
 

You may think that you can hurt somebody

Do what you want and then be on your way

But the pain that you may cause another

Will return to visit you someday

 

Everything that goes round comes round

 

If you should see your sister troubled

Take your hand and soothe her worried brow

For the love that you may need tomorrow

Will return when you give it now

 

Everything that goes round comes round

 

It matters not if you believe

It still applies to you and me

Like the law of gravity

And if a tangled web you weave

The Universe is not deceived

As you give you shall receive

 

Everything that goes round comes round

 

 

It’s All Up To You

Written by:
 

Ron Sowell / Story Circle Music BMI 

Jon Wikstrom / Ironic Juxtaposition ASCAP
 

Performances by:
 

Ron Sowell - Lead vocal / ukulele

Ammed Solomon - body percussion / washboard

Ted Harrison - tuba

Jeff Carter - clarinet

Jeff Haught - piano

Julie Adams - BG vocals

 

Lyrics:
 

You can be old if you want to, and sit in your rocking chair

Complain about the food, complain about the weather - complain nobody cares

You can be grumpy and lonely; you can go on and on

Yelling at the neighbors; yelling at the kids “Hey you! Get off of my lawn”

You can be sad and blue if that’s what you choose

You can be old if you want to - It’s all up to you

 

Or you can be young if you choose to; wake up with a smile on your face

Laugh away your troubles; laugh away your struggles; laugh away your pains and aches

You can be light and happy; remember it’s all in your mind 

If you are what you think then I think you should make your thoughts loving and kind

You can be fresh and new if that’s what you choose

You can be young if you want to - It’s all up to you

 

Now I’m not saying that anybody gets out of here alive
No I’m just saying we get to choose to live or just survive

 

You can be rich if you want to, just see that you already are - glad for what you have; glad for who you love - glad that you made it this far

Or you can put your nose to the grindstone Till you grind it off a- your face

Then how you gonna smell the flowers that you find on your path along the way

The best things in life are free - just open your eyes and see

That you can be rich if you want to - It’s all up to you
 

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Dance Till The Music Stops

Written by:
 

Ron Sowell / Story Circle Music BMI 

Jon Wikstrom / Ironic Juxtaposition ASCAP

 

Performances by:
 

Ron Sowell - Lead vocal / acoustic guitar

Ammed Solomon  - drums / percussion

Lars Swanson - acoustic bass

Ryan Kennedy - classical guitar

Jeff Haught- electric piano

Julie Adams - BG vocals

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Lyrics:
 

Our lives pass by in the blink of an eye

This moment now is all we’ve got

While the song you hear still whispers in your ear

Dance till the music stops

 

All the love we make; the joy we give and take

Our smiles and sighs and each tear drop

Fleeting moments here until we disappear

Dance till the music stops

 

Feel the beat; move your feet

Twirl and twist and shout

Let it go; enjoy the show - don’t sit this one out

 

Live your secret wish; fill your bucket list

Make the world that fills your thoughts

While the flame still burns; while it’s still your turn

Dance till the music stops while the flame still burns

While it’s still our turn 

Dance till the music stops

 

 

There Is Only Love

Written by:
 

Ron Sowell / Story Circle Music BMI

Performances by:
 

Ron Sowell - vocal - acoustic guitar

Jeff Haught - melodica

 

Lyrics:
 

I used to think that God

Was an old man in the sky

Like Santa Claus keeping track

Of who's naughty and who’s nice

Rewarding behavior with fortune or a flood

Depending on who’s been bad and who’s been good

 

And I remember eight years old

Afraid to fall asleep

Fearing if my soul was lost

What would happen to me

Would God who knew my secret sin

Cast me in that fiery lake

If I should die before I could wake

 

But that was long ago 

And I’ve had time to repent

Of these misguided notions

For one that makes more sense

 

There is only love

There is only love

One Reality

There is only love

There is only love

All the rest is just a dream

Though fear, hate and evil seem so real

I believe that in time 

It shall be revealed

That from the earth below to the heavens up above

There is only love

 

Shakespeare said all the world is just a stage

And we are but actors in one fantastic play

 

Though fear, hate and evil seem so real

I believe that in time 

It shall be revealed

That from the earth below to the heavens up above

There is only love

 

Jehovah, Krishna, Allah 

God has many names

But underneath it all

One simple truth remains

 

There is only love

There is only love

One Reality

There is only love

There is only love

All the rest is just a dream

Though fear, hate and evil seem so real

I believe that in time 

It shall be revealed

That from the earth below to the heavens up above

In all the whole wide Universe

There is only love

 

 

At Home In The World

Written by:
 

Ron Sowell / Story Circle Music BMI 

Jon Wikstrom / Ironic Juxtaposition ASCAP

Performances by:
 

Ron - Lead vocal / acoustic guitar

Ammed Solomon - drums / percussion

Lars Swanson - electric bass

Ryan Kennedy - electric, 6 and 12-string guitar 

Jeff Haught- electric piano / string pad

Julie Adams - BG vocals

 

Lyrics:
 

You might wish

For houses money and cars

And you might wish

The whole world to know who you are

You can have all those things it’s true

But there’s so much more I want for you

 

Hoping you’re at peace in your heart

Safe in your house

At ease in the body you own

In a family of friends

Loved as you are

At home

At home in the world

 

And someday

When everything is falling apart

And you feel like

Life is only breaking your heart

Before those walls close in on you

There’s always one thing you can do

 

Know that you’re at peace in your heart

Safe in your house

At ease in the body you own

In a family of friends

Loved as you are

At home

At home in the world

 

Know that you’re at peace in your heart

Safe in your house

At ease in the body you own

In a family of friends

Loved as you are

At home

At home in the world

At home

At home in the world

Who But A Fool

 

Written by:
 

Ron Sowell / Story Circle Music BMI 

Jon Wikstrom / Ironic Juxtaposition ASCAP

Performances by:
 

Ron Sowell  - Lead vocal / acoustic guitar

Ammed Solomon - drums / percussion

Ryan Kennedy - electric guitar

Jeff Haught - piano / organ

Lars Swanson - electric bass / saxophone

David Porter - trumpet

Alex Cardwell - trombone

Mira Costa, Kira Small, Kathy Mattea - BG vocals

Mira Costa- vocal arrangement

Lars Swanson - horn arrangement

 

Lyrics:
 

I feel like a stray that’s lost its way

Stranded by the side of the road

I feel like a child alone in the wild

Looking for a hand to hold

I can’t believe my fondest dream

Is crumbling into dust

I’m facing the fact that you’re not coming back

And I’m still a fool in love

 

Who but a fool

Who but a fool

Who but a fool would still believe

Who but a fool

Who but a fool

Who but a fool like me

 

The tears in my eyes silently rise

And fall in my coffee cup

I count all the reasons you gave me for leaving

And they just don’t add up

The hardest part is deep in my heart

I know that you still love me

If it takes a fool to believe that is true

I guess that’s what i’ll be

Do You Think It’s That Easy

 

Written by:
 

Ron Sowell / Story Circle Music BMI

Kate Long / Feeny Feemster Publishing BMI
 

Performances by:
 

Ron Sowell - Lead vocal / acoustic guitar 

Kathy Mattea - harmony vocal

Ryan Kennedy - classical guitar

Lars Swanson - fretless electric bass

Ammed Solomon - drums / chimes

Jeff Haught  - electric piano

Alasha Al-Qudwha - violin / string section

 

Lyrics:
 

I trace the patterns on the table cloth

And tell the waiter “coffee - black”

You run your fingertips across my arm

And whisper “ Oh, I want you back”

Outside the window people come and go

Inside my heart the world stands still

Aren’t you the one who said your love had died

Now you say it never will

 

Do you think it’s that easy

To (just) pick up where we left off

Do you think I’m a rag doll

Who will lie where I’m tossed

Do you think a few magic words

Can bring back all we have lost

Do you think it’s that easy 

Do you think it;s that easy

 

I used to look for you on the street

I don’t do that anymore

Your pictures’ gone from my bedside 

I changed the lock on the door

I bagged up all your clothes and books

And took them to the Goodwill Store

Now you think that you can waltz back in

And have things like they were before

 

Do you think it’s that easy

To just pick up where we left off

Do you think I’m a rag doll

Who will lie where I’m tossed

Do you think a few magic words

Can bring back all we have lost

Do you think it’s that easy

Do you think it;s that easy

Now that you need me

Do you think it’s that easy

 

In Search Of Some Creole Soul

 

Written by:
 

Ron Sowell / Story Circle Music BMI 

Jon Wikstrom / Ironic Juxtaposition ASCAP
 

Performances by:
 

Ron Sowell - Lead vocal / acoustic guitar / harmonica

Ammed Solomon - drums /percussion

Ryan Kennedy - electric guitar

Randy Gilkey - piano

Jeff Haught - organ

Lars Swanson - electric bass / saxophone

David Porter - trumpet

Alex Cardwell - trombone

Mira Costa, Kira Small, Kathy Mattea - BG vocals

Mira Costa - vocal arrangement

Lars Swanson - horn arrangement

 

Lyrics:
 

Dancing on the Dat Dog balcony

To the rhythm of the second line

Frenchmen Street is alive to the beat

And everybody’s feeling fine

I’ve got gumbo and tobasco

And crawfish etoufee’

Got a brew in my hand

I’m feeling grand

Time to “LE BON TEMP ROULER” !

 

We are pilgrims from the northland

Refugees from the cold

Running from our worries

In search of some creole soul

 

Striking up another chorus of

When “The Saints Go Marching In”

The brass band man calls out a command

Let the FAI DO DO begin !

They are dancing on the sidewalk

Dancing in the street

Who dat traffic cop ? 

Why can’t he stop 

From tapping his feet ?

 

We are pilgrims from the northland

Refugees from the cold

Running from our worries

In search of some creole soul

 

Now it may seem like bacchanalia

But the Big Easy has its rules…..

Here are the rules

Eat too much

Drink too much

Dance till you fall down

 

Got that everyone - repeat after me

 

Eat too much (Eat too much !)

Drink too much (Drink too much !)

Dance till you fall down !

And when in doubt - HAVE SECONDS !!

 

We are pilgrims from the northland

Refugees from the cold

Running from our worries

In search of some creole soul

 

We are pilgrims from the northland

Refugees from the cold

Running from our worries

In search of some creole soul

 

 

I Never Knew (Nunca Sabia)

 

Written by:
 

Ron Sowell / Story Circle Music BMI 

Jon Wikstrom / Ironic Juxtaposition ASCAP

Performances by:
 

Ron Sowell - Lead vocal / acoustic guitar / ukulele

Jon Wikstrom - harmony vocal

Ammed Solomon - drums

Lars Swanson - acoustic bass

Ryan Kennedy  - electric guitar

Joel Guzman - accordion /  maracas

 

Lyrics:
 

I never knew what my heart had in mind

I never knew there was one love

Just for me to find

But now I see that it’s you

No one else could ever do

You’re everything I never knew

I always wanted

Nunca Sabia, Nunca Sabia

 

How could I be so blind

To the truth standing right there before me

How could I not see

All the love in your eyes waiting for me

Seems you adore me

 

I never knew what my heart had in mind

I never knew there was one love

Just for me to find

But now I see that it’s you

No one else could ever do

You’re everything I never knew

I always wanted

Nunca Sabia, Nunca Sabia

 

When you are in my arms

Happiness fills my heart every moment

The sun breaks through the clouds

Lights my path with great joy and contentment

You are heaven sent

 

I never knew what my heart had in mind

I never knew there was one love

Just for me to find

But now I see that it’s you

No one else could ever do

You’re everything I never knew

I always wanted

Nunca Sabia, Nunca Sabia

 

Now i see that it’s you

No one else could ever do

You’re everything I never knew

I always wanted

Nunca Sabia, Nunca Sabia

I always wanted, Nunca Sabia

 

 

Out There In The Hall / The Old Songs

 

“Out There In The Hall” Written by:

Ron Sowell / Story Circle Music BMI 

Jon Wikstrom / Ironic Juxtaposition ASCAP

 

“The Old Songs” Written by: Geoffrey O’Hara / Public Domain

Performances by:
 

Ron Sowell - Lead Vocal / acoustic guitar / harmonica

Jeff Haught - piano

Ammed Solomon - drums

Lars Swanson - electric bass

Ryan Kennedy - electric guitar

Chuck Rives/ Tommy Williams /Ron- BG vocals

Chuck Rives, Tommy Williams, Bill Kimmons & Ron - barbershop quartet

Jeff Haught - vocal arrangement

 

“Out There In The Hall” Lyrics:
 

Friday nights were a time of magic

When I was very small

Our house was filled with music

Like a dream I still recall

The sound of laughter the smell of coffee

Like perfume lingers yet

When I first heard the sound

Of a barber shop quartet

 

Weldon Day sang the lead

Jack Taylor the baritone

Ed Backus’ booming bass

Rumbled deep and low

And above it all sweet and high

Soaring like a bird

My fathers tenor rang out clear

Like an angel voice I heard

 

The harmonies rose in waves

Crashing off the walls

Immersing me in beauty

And in my childish awe

I was baptized in the music

And the wonder of it all

As I sang with the angels 

Out there in the hall

 

I would trade it all

Just to be back there again

When the world was fresh and new

Among family and friends

To hear those long silent voices

I’d give anything

To feel my heart burst open

And hear the angels sing

 

The harmonies rose in waves

Crashing off the walls

Immersing me in beauty

And in my childish awe

I was baptized in the music

And the wonder of it all

As I sang with the angels 

Out there in the hall

 

“The Old Songs” Lyrics:
 

The old songs the old songs

Those good old songs for me

I love to hear those minor chords

And good close harmony