Friday

by Tom Ingersoll

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1.
The sun in the mornin’ The skin I was born in A kiss from my baby I love her like crazy Food on the table A little jam on a bagel Out of the driveway I wish it was Friday I don’t know where life is going I can’t help but see my cup half full I’m right here simply in the moment That’s what you want Planting these flowers Hoping for showers Gonna make a little money Gonna spend it on my honey Still a little sunshine Gonna make a bee line Down to the river Jumpin’ in together We don’t know where life is goin’ We can’t help but see that cup half full We’re right here simply in the moment That’s what you want I’ll take you on a Sunday ride I’ll do the drivin’, let your heart be mine The two of us are gonna spend some time In a cabin on the mountain side We’ll lay together in the tall green grass The two of us are gonna make these moments last We don’t know where life is goin’ We can’t help to see that cup half full We’re right here simply in the moment That’s what you want That’s what you want…
2.
High Road 04:10
I'm gonna take the high road Where’d it all go? We don’t got another chance to blow To make it all right Gonna take the high road Don’t say you don’t know Holdin’ to the golden code We gotta take it to the light Why can’t we all just get along? Something said by a man who now is gone Not too much to ask if you’re askin’ me Now let me ask you: what’s it gonna be? I’m not likin’ what I hear Words of hate, ignorance and fear Politicians, I hear a lotta talk
 They got to learn to listen They got to do the walk Gonna take the high road Where’d it all go We don’t got another chance to blow To get it all right Gonna take the high road Don’t say you don’t know Holdin’ to the Golden Code We gotta take it to the light Hear it knocking at your door Let’s come together like we’ve done before Your bleedin’ heart it’s gonna get hurt It takes a lotta guts to do this work Hope that time is on our side Got to believe that love will turn that tide Take it to the streets and Write it on the walls Ain’t nothing ever got big That didn’t start small Gonna take the high road Where’d it all go? We don’t got another chance to blow To make it all right Gonna take the high road Don’t say you don’t know Holdin’ to the golden code We gotta take it to the light Turn off your TV and make it fast
 It’s time to take your head out of your … The revolution’s now, don’t let it pass Break through the glass Gonna take the high road Where’d it all go? We don’t got another chance to blow To make it all right Gonna take that high road Don’t say you don’t know Holdin’ to the golden code Were gonna take it to the light We got to take that high road Where’d it all go? We don’t got another chance to blow To make it all right Gonna take that high road Don’t say you don’t know Holdin’ to the golden code We gotta take it to the light I said we’re holdin’ to the golden code And take it to the light Yes we’re gonna hold it to the golden code And make it all right
3.
Woke up in the morning Wondering where I’d been Crawled into the boy’s room Shaving off my chin Runnin’ out the back door, kicking up the grass In and out of trouble, but showin’ up for class And so the years went by Just tryin’ to do my best Goin’ through the motions Was goin’ out my front door Swearin’ at my lawn Fumbled for the car keys And drove into the dawn Starin’ out the window Thinking of the kids Puttin’ in those long days Fillin’ up that empty fridge So the days went by Tryin’ to do my best Goin’ through the motions Who knows the reason why So many years went by So hard I tried and tried A lifetime spent in the blink of an eye A drop falls in the ocean Tendin’ to my garden Summer on the hill Funny how those lazy afternoons Keep on comin’ still Summer into spring time Winter into fall Looking in the rearview mirror Rememberin’ it all So a life goes by I’d do it all again All the things I’ve said and done Whoever I have been I’m not running out of time Just comin’ ‘round the bend Goin’ through the motions
4.
Of all the poets, I'm the poorest Just a twig in the forest I’m a drop in the ocean Like all the lovers in the land A stone not worth countin' Rollin' down a mountain Down to that shoreline where I’m Just a grain of sand There's a thousand ways how things could be But ain't it crazy how you and me We're out here doin' fine A little house, a cup of tea It's all just how it is supposed to be You can put your hand in mine And I can love you without even tryin’ You're the lighthouse for my sailor The key for my jailor My sweet and lovely Tupelo By the flowers on the hill And I'm a radio flyer Your handyman for hire I’m that candle always burnin’ Sittin’ on your window sill There's a thousand ways how things could be Ain't it crazy how you and me We're out here doin' fine A little house, a cup of tea It's all just how it is supposed to be You can put your hand in mine And I can love you without even trying So let us hold each other tight Watch the stars come out tonight Try to figure out this life On a blanket just for two Let it be just me and you There's a thousand ways how things could be But ain't it crazy how you and me We're out here doin' fine A little house, a cup of tea And it's all just how it is supposed to be You can put your hands in mine And I can love you without even tryin’ I can love you without even tryin’ I can love you without even tryin’
5.
I don’t know where you are I don’t know if you’re near or far Or if you’re sailin’ on the sea You could be halfway up a Redwood tree Maybe you’re skiiin’ down a range An extra hour where the time zones change I always knew you had no fear So I don’t expect to hear You’re probably on your own Far too busy to pick up the phone Workin’ like you do I always liked the way you see things through Maybe you’re lyin’ in the shade of a Saw Palmetto in the everglades Sippin’ on a tall cold beer I don’t expect to hear I don’t expect it Used to be a phone call you’d come over I can still remember when our love was alive When you said you’d be back come October I guess that was your way of saying goodbye I wonder what you’re up to know You’re so elusive you should take a bow You could be anywhere Watchin’ the eagles on the cape somewhere Maybe you’re fishin’ off a pier I don’t expect to… I don’t expect to hear
6.
Nighttime on the water Moonlight shinin' on that West Shoal Bay I'm gonna get my fill of beautiful Anguilla And in the morning I will make my way Nighttime on the water I set my sails goin’ to west-most Key My anchor weighed, my mortgage all paid No one and nothin’s gonna be botherin' me Nightime on the water Nighttime on the water Warm wind is pushing me along No certain course, only distant shores Just sailin’ out into the end of this song Nighttime on the water Nighttime on the water Nighttime on the water Nighttime on the water
7.
I’ve been sittin’ up all night I’ve been waitin’ in the fadin’ candlelight Got the place fixed up real nice No sign of you Took a shower, gave myself a shave I don’t do that on just any old day I drew you a map, not some kind of a maze No sign of you Where’d you go? Where’d you go? Where’d you go? Honey, honey, where’d you go? Cooked us dinner, now it’s cold Lit the fire but it’s nuthin’ left but coals Got to tell you, this is gettin’ old There’s no sign of you Ate my dinner, couldn’t wait Said you’d make it a little after 8:00 Now I’m tired it’s getting late There’s no sign of you Where’d you go? Where’d you go? Where’d you go? Honey, honey, where’d you go? Then you woke me with your tender kiss Started whisperin’ that you’d missed me Now I lay here in a sea of bliss Never mind what I was goin’ to ask you Where’d you go? Where’d you go? Come on, where’d you go? Honey, honey, where’d you go? Where’d you go? Where’d you go? Come on, where’d you go? Honey, honey, where’d you go?
8.
I wish I was a sphygmomanometer I’d wrap myself around you Squeeze you like a glove And hold you tight, with all my might, baby Let my pressure be the measure of my love Excuse my sudden irresponsibility You know, I make myself so crazy When you’re by my side I want so much to feel your touch honey Aw, Mrs. Jekyll don’tcha heckle Mister Hyde. You know I’m feelin’ kinda autobiographical I’ll tell you all about me, and what you wanna know If you’re thinkin’ that I’m megalomaniacal I am confidin’, I am not hidin’ Enjoy the show... Hey, sorry I’m so sesquipedalian I’m glad you sat ‘n listened Lended me your ear I’m just a klutz, a little nuts, darlin’.... But I am vyin’, tryin’ for you dear Yes, I wish I was a sphygmomanometer I’d wrap myself around you Fit you like a glove I’ll hold you tight, with all my might, honey Let my pressure be the measure of my love Let my pressure be the measure of my love Let the pressure be the measure Let my pressure be the measure of my love Crazy ‘bout you baby My pressure is the measure of my love
9.
Shall we take our hats off To this girl and this boy? They’re just about to cast off On this journey of joy Shall we raise our glasses To this woman and man? Send ‘em off with some lifetime passes …and a couple of grand So be true to each other That’s what we say So be true to each other While you’re makin’ your way On your journey of joy So we’re givin’ our best wishes To this husband and wife You got yourself a brand new set of dishes And our regards for a wonderful life So be true to each other That’s what we say Be true to each other While you’re makin’ your way On your journey of joy Shall we take our hats off To this girl and this boy? They’re just about to cast off On this journey of joy
10.
Louise she sends me letters Every one gets better Than the one she sent the week before Envelopes with cards in Doodles in the margins Pretty flowers fallin’ on my kitchen floor She’s my love letter writer All these years I kept ‘em all Now I’m running out of wall They’ll be going on the ceiling come July I just sit there staring With my Conway Twitty blaring Waiting on the postman to come by She’s my love letter writer What’s this funny feelin’ in my bones Cards and letters, talkin’ on the phone What am I doin’ living on my own Without her? There’s somethin’ I gotta do Where’d I put my elmer’s glue? Tryin’ to make me up a collage for Louise Fishin’ hooks and buttons Some bottle caps and….nuthin’ For to make up something special for my squeeze But I’m no love letter writer Dang, I ain’t no artist But I do know where my heart is And I’ll keep on tryin’ till the end of time Found some toothpicks and some string Lookey here! My Granny’s ring… Just the thing to prove her to be mine She’s my one and only love letter writer She’s my love letter writer
11.
Why. 03:20
Why? Why…did you go away? Tell me why, why, did you go away? Sorry I’m not mister perfect Sure, I mighta strayed a couple times Listen, it’s not like I did not love you I just don’t think you could read between the lines So don’t tell me why, why did you go away? Why, don’t tell me why you went away I tried so hard to make you happy I even gave back most of the money that I stole A man’s a man, ain’t that worth something? So honey please, come back, why you bein’ so cold And tell me why….then again don’t Tell me why…ever…I’m not too interested I just realized you’re still talking That’s why my head is nodding up and down Frankly, right now I’m…. just ordered a pizza And tonight I’m busy paintin’ up the town So don’t bother tellin’ me why Why did you go away? Tell me why did you go away?

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"Friday" is the third studio album from singer-songwriter Tom Ingersoll. Tom hails from the Berkshire Hills of Western Mass, home to James Taylor and Arlo Guthrie. "Friday" was produced by Robby Baier and recorded at his SubStation Studio.

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released April 21, 2018

Guitars and Vocals: Tom Ingersoll
Guitars, Vocals, Keyboards, Drums, Harmonica, and more: Robby Baier
Electric Guitar: Steve Ide
Bass: Jim Reynolds
Drums, Piano: Dave Lincoln
Piano and Organ: Joe Rose
Fiddle: Lukas Schwartz
Banjo: Matt Fleury
Vocals: Melissa LeVangie

Produced by Robby Baier at SubStation Studio
Engineered and Mixed by Robby Baier
Mastered by Ian Stewart
Cover Photography by Stephen G. Donaldson
Layout by Kip Beacco

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