The Rainy Season Album

Artist(s): Marc Cohn

Cover Art

Marc Cohn The Rainy Season Cover Art

Tracklist

Walk Through the World

length: 4:57
piano: Marc Cohn
vocal: Marc Cohn
mixer: Ben Wisch
recording engineer: Ben Wisch
bass: James Hutchinson
background vocals: Catherine Russell
guitar: John Leventhal
Hammond organ: Benmont Tench
tenor saxophone: Aaron Heick and Rick Depofi
trombone: Larry Farrell
baritone saxophone: Jack Bashcow
drums (drum set): Jim Keltner
horn arranger: Rick Depofi

I'm writing you this letter from some old hotel
I can feel the distance between us
From the Spanish Steps to the Liberty Bell
I know the angels have seen us...
seen us, baby

They see you down on Seventh Avenue,
While you're just hanging by a thread
And I'm sitting in a lonely room without a view,
Wishing I was there with you instead


(CHORUS 1)
Won't you walk through this world with me
Walk through this world.
Over the miles of mystery,
Walk through this world with me.

I'm staring out across the rooftops, baby.
I've seen the writing on the wall.
Heard a little bit of thunder, at the seventh wonder,
but everything is bound to rise and fall, that's all


(CHORUS 2)
Walk through this world with me
Walk through the world.
Over the mountains and the shining sea,
Walk through this world with me...
Walk on...
Walk on,
Walk on...

(INSTRUMENTAL SOLO)

Let me get this ringing out of my ears,
Let me get these stars out of my eyes.
'Cause I just want to look back over all the years
with you right there standing by my side.
Could you just...


(REPEAT CHORUS 1 & 2)
(REPEAT AND FADE)


[Chords]


Introduction:

Verse:

I'm writing you this letter from some old hotel,
they can see us,
baby

Chorus:

Rest for the Weary

length: 5:08
vocal: Marc Cohn
mixer: Ben Wisch
recording engineer: Ben Wisch
bass: James Hutchinson
acoustic guitar: Marc Cohn
tenor saxophone: Rick Depofi
baritone saxophone: Adam Kolker
drums (drum set): Jim Keltner
piano & Hammond organ: Benmont Tench
mandolin & bouzouki & electric guitar: John Leventhal
My father was a working man
But his work was never done
He stood behind a counter
And he smiled at everyone
He bought himself a business
Worked seven days a week
Took a holiday for Christmas
Then he fell asleep beside the tree
But one day

One day
There's love for the lonely
One day
They walk in the sun
One day
Rest for the weary
Rest for the weary ones

Now my mother stood beside him
She did what she could do
But if you look at some old photograph
She looks tired too
I hope there was some laughter
Cause I know there were some tears
Now all I can say is I pray to God
That after all those years
After all those years
That one day

One day
There's love for the lonely
One day
They walk in the sun
One day
Rest for the weary
Rest for the weary ones

Now I'm just another traveler
On another winding road
I'm trying to walk some kind of line
I'm trying to pull some kind of load
Now sometimes I move real easy
Sometimes I can't catch my breath
Sometimes I see my father's footsteps
And man it scares me half to death
But one day

One day
There's love for the lonely
One day
We walk in the sun
One day
Rest for the weary
Rest for the weary ones

The Rainy Season

length: 4:47
piano: Marc Cohn
vocal: Bonnie Raitt and Marc Cohn
trumpet: Chris Botti
mixer: Ben Wisch
recording engineer: Ben Wisch
bass: James Hutchinson
background vocals: Ada Dyer, Catherine Russell and Diva Gray
tenor saxophone: Bob Malach and Rick Depofi
slide guitar: Bonnie Raitt
trombone: Larry Farrell
baritone saxophone: Jack Bashcow
drums (drum set): Jim Keltner
horn arranger: Wardell Quezergue
Hammond organ & electric guitar: John Leventhal
Clouds move in
From off the horizon
Feels like nighttime
In the middle of the day
And I don't know why
But it's still so suprisin'
How a love grows stronger
Or it just fades away

But you look older today
Than I've ever seen you
I think I know the reason
We might wash all our tears away
But you got to bundle up baby
For the rainy season

I hear you breathing heavy
On the telephone tonight
I can feel the air is thick as thieves
Sometimes I just want to tell you
We'll be all right
At least that's what some part of me believes

But you look older today
Than I've ever seen you
Think I know the reason
We might wash all our tears away
But you got to bundle up, bundle up, bundle up
For the rainy season

Oh, oh I've been holding on so long
Holding on and holding on so long
Oh, oh I've been holding on so long
Won't you bundle up baby
Could you bundle up, bundle up, bundle up
For the rainy season

Mama's in the Moon

length: 2:17
vocal: Marc Cohn
mixer: Ben Wisch
recording engineer: Ben Wisch
acoustic guitar: Marc Cohn
udu: Mino Cinelu
vibraphone & marimba: Mike Mainieri
mandolin & slide guitar & keyboard: John Leventhal
Dogs are barking and she's so high, she's never coming down.
Don't want to pull the shade tonight, I think I'm want to drown.
I'm sending out a message, or could I die too soon?
Cause I don't know where I'm going,
Since Mama's in the moon.

(REPEAT INTRO)

Now, I can hear her laughing, and I can hear her cry.
I can see her dancing somewhere in the sky.
I'm rising like the ocean, and I'm crazy as a loon.
And I don't know what I'm doing,
Since Mama's in the moon.

The dogs are barking and she's so high,
And she's never coming down.

Don't Talk to Her at Night

length: 3:04
vocal: Marc Cohn
mixer: Ben Wisch
recording engineer: Ben Wisch
acoustic guitar: Marc Cohn
drums (drum set): Dennis McDermott
keyboard & guitar & bouzouki & bassoon: John Leventhal
Don't talk to her when shooting stars are falling
Don't talk to her when she can smell the jasmine in the air
Don't talk to her when no one knows you're calling
You might just say the words that keep her waiting there

Don't talk to her when she is softly sleeping
Don't wake her to the sound of your voice whispering her name
Don't tell her all the secrets you've been keeping
Don't tell her that you're drowning in a river of shame

When the wolf is howling
Underneath the moon
Underneath the window
Of a hotel room
Burn the blanket
Shoot the light
But don't talk to her at night

Don't talk to her in thunder or in lightning
Don't talk to her with fuses blown and wires falling down
Don't talk to her when the fever is frightening
When she's burning in the bedroom in an evening gown

Or when the wolf is howling
Underneath the moon
Underneath the window
Of a hotel room
Burn the blanket
Shoot the light
But don't talk to her at night
Don't talk to her at night

Paper Walls

length: 4:25
vocal: Marc Cohn
mixer: Ben Wisch
recording engineer: Ben Wisch
bass: James Hutchinson
background vocals: Arnold McCuller, Harry Bowens, Terry Evans and Sweet Pea Atkinson
Hammond organ: Benmont Tench
acoustic guitar: Marc Cohn
drums (drum set): Jim Keltner
harmonica & Hammond organ & electric guitar: John Leventhal
Well, I had just checked in when the sun came up
After ten hours on the bus.
I was staring at the stains on the ceiling, baby,
Trying not to think about us.
But then someone in a room five-oh two
Started doing the thing that we used to do.
Every bang, every boom,
It was just like it was happening in my own room.

'Cause they've got paper walls, paper walls,
Paper walls...ooh, yeah.

I closed the curtain, I shut the light,
I heard the highway moan.
Next thing I remember they were having a fight,
And then, she was all alone.
I heard her cry in the darkest hour,
I heard it echo in the hotel shower,
I heard her start packing her things, so,
I called her number and I heard it ring...

Right through the paper walls, paper walls,
Paper walls, ooh yeah, now.

I've never seen such a sight before,
The way she looked when she opened the door.
Hush now baby don't make a sound,
When all your love comes a-tumblin' down...

Just like a paper wall, paper wall,
Paper wall, ooh just like a paper wall.

It ain't the road that kills you, baby,
It's the all night calls
It ain't the road that kills you, baby,
It's just the paper walls

From the Station

length: 3:08
vocal: David Crosby, Graham Nash and Marc Cohn
mixer: Ben Wisch
recording engineer: Ben Wisch
piano & melodica: Marc Cohn
bass & Hammond organ & percussion & acoustic guitar: John Leventhal
violin & pedal steel guitar: Larry Campbell
I can see you with the top down
In that car you keep under the eaves
I can see the ocean wind blow
Through your hair
And all along your sleeves
I see you turning up the radio
Listening to the DJ's dedication
I can see you with the angels
Flying off the tower
At the station

Me I keep watching from the corner of my eye
Looking for some reason I should run
I know you don't have your answers either baby
But at least you know that you can really love someone

I see you kneeling in the garden
Closer now to something real and true
I see you feeding something beautiful
And I think that's all you ever
Really wanted to do
Now you're blowing out the candles
Now the guests pull out the drive
Now you're listening for the telephone
Of footsteps
That don't arrive

Me I keep watching from the corner of my eye
Looking for some reason I should run
I know you don't have your answers either baby
But at least you know that you can really love someone
Really love
Really love
You can really love someone

Medicine Man

length: 4:30
vocal: Marc Cohn and David Hidalgo
mixer: Ben Wisch
recording engineer: Ben Wisch
bass: James Hutchinson
acoustic guitar: Marc Cohn
percussion: Mino Cinelu
drums (drum set): Jim Keltner
electric guitar & percussion & keyboard: John Leventhal
Hammond organ & Wurlitzer electric piano: Benmont Tench
Lately he can feel it
Turning off inside his heart
She's calling him from the car phone
And she's falling apart
Now he could call in her prescription
And they will take it down off the shelf
But he knows that he can't save her from herself no more
No more

And you can ride home in the country doctor
And you might do the best that you can
But who is gonna help the medicine man
Who is gonna save him?

Now he always was a healer
There was something in his eyes
And his hand upon your head
When fever started to rise
And there's someone he lost long ago
Now there's flowers on her grave
And they say that it's still her
That he's trying to save
He's trying to save her

And you can ride home in the country doctor
And you might do the best that you can
But who is gonna help the medicine man
Who is gonna save the medicine man?
Who is gonna save him?

Who is gonna save him?

Later on in the evening
When the sun goes sinking down
He goes out for a walk
Along the sound
And he thinks he can hear her
Calling him away
But he tells her he must wait
Another day
Wait another day

Baby King

length: 3:10
vocal: Marc Cohn
mixer: Ben Wisch
recording engineer: Ben Wisch
background vocals: Harry Bowens, Arnold McCuller, Willie Greene, Jr., Sweet Pea Atkinson and Terry Evans
Wurlitzer electric piano: John Leventhal
drums (drum set): Jim Keltner
Baby king
Baby king
You got to get ready for a baby king
You might dance daddy
You might sing
But you never seen nothin' like a baby king

It was a bright and sunny summer morn and she said
(get ready for a baby king)
It wasn't too long 'fore he was born
(get ready for a baby king)
You could hardly tell by the look on his face
(get ready for a baby king)
That pretty soon he was gonna run the place
(get ready for a baby king)

Now he is strong and he is wise
(get ready for a baby king)
He sees right through your old disguise
(get ready for a baby king)
Now you might think that you got it down
(get ready for a baby king)
Wait till baby king comes to town
(get ready for a baby king)

Baby king
Baby king
You got to get ready for a baby king
You might dance daddy
You might sing
But you never seen nothin' like a baby king

No virgin mary brought him here
(get ready for a baby king)
But the angels whispered in his tiny little ear
(get ready for a baby king)
Then they sent him down from up above
(get ready for a baby king)
Just to show you how to really love
(get ready for a baby king)

Baby king
Baby king
You got to get ready for a baby king
You might dance daddy
You might sing
But you never seen nothin' like a baby king

She's Becoming Gold

length: 5:31
piano: Marc Cohn
vocal: David Crosby, Marc Cohn and Graham Nash
double bass: Zev Katz
mixer: Ben Wisch
recording engineer: Ben Wisch
guitar: John Leventhal
percussion: Arto Tunçboyacıyan and Glen Velez
tenor saxophone: Rick Depofi
baritone saxophone: Adam Kolker
She runs down the staircase
And into the yard
And she goes down to the end of the drive
With her friends on the phone
And her angels on guard
She's just recently feeling alive
After all of the tears and the changes
Now there's something that's taken ahold
She's becoming gold
She's becoming gold

She thinks of a boy
That she knew back in school
And she wonders if he's doing all right
The man of her dreams
Isn't all that he seems
And the baby don't sleep through the night
Something is moving inside her
And the weather is turning so cold
But she's becoming gold,
She's becoming gold
She's becoming gold (I've seen her)
She's becoming gold

She can hear in the distance
The sound of the cars
And she sees the snow falling down on the hill
Now the trees and the houses
Are white as the stars
And she doesn't want to cry
But she probably will
As she thinks about all of life's mystery
And how slowly the answers unfold
She's becoming gold
She's becoming gold

The Things We've Handed Down

length: 4:41
vocal: Marc Cohn
mixer: Ben Wisch
recording engineer: Ben Wisch
guitar: John Leventhal
organ & keyboard: John Leventhal
keyboard & electric piano: Marc Cohn
Don't know much about you
Don't know who you are
We've been doing fine without you
But, we could only go so far
Don't know why you chose us
Were you watching from above
Is there someone there that knows us
Said we'd give you all our love

Will you laugh just like your mother
Will you sigh like your old man
Will some things skip a generation
Like I've heard they often can
Are you a poet or a dancer
A devil or a clown
Or a strange new combination of
The things we've handed down

I wonder who you'll look like
Will your hair fall down and curl
Will you be a mama's boy
Or daddy's little girl
Will you be a sad reminder
Of what's been lost along the way
Maybe you can help me find her
In the things you do and say

And these things that we have given you
They are not so easily found
But you can thank us later
For the things we've handed down

You may not always be so grateful
For the way that you were made
Some feature of your father's
That you'd gladly sell or trade
And one day you may look at us
And say that you were cursed
But over time that line has been
Extremely well rehearsed
By our fathers, and their fathers
In some old and distant town
From places no one here remembers
Come the things we've handed down