Hazel Delehey – Counting Down the Days (and more)


Hazel Delahey – story source, vocals, guitar
Camden, Maine
Malcolm Brooks – Musical Sherpa
 
Counting Down the Days
Hazel Delehey wrestles with why she’s missing home. Last time she camped on Alfred Lake it was wonderful. But now, something’s not right, either inside her or out in the world.
 
I’m sitting in my tent
Upset at myself
And the world around me.
Disappointment flies around
In bits and pieces
Haunting me everyday.
 
I should be happy
Considering my surroundings,
The beautiful place I’m in,
The beautiful place I’m in.
But I can’t see it in a bright light.
It’s more like a dark light.
 
Counting down the days,
Just wanting to go home,
Watching the clock tick by,
It couldn’t go any slower.
 
I had a good time
With friends the year before.
Now they all left me.
All new people have appeared.
I’m not so comfortable,
Not easy anymore.
 
I should be happy,
Considering my surroundings,
The beautiful place I’m in,
The beautiful place I’m in.
But I can’t see it in a bright light.
It’s more like a dark light.
 
Counting down the days…
 
Got to make the best of this.
So much in my head.
Going to write down all my thoughts
In the journal under my bed.
I’m going to watch the sunset on the lake.
I’m going to listen to the loons.
 
Counting down the days…


Alex Wilder – Producer
 

Nathan Hillman – Viola
 



I Thought the Show was Over (live iPhone recording)
Hazel Delehey – Story Source
Malcolm Brooks – Musical Sherpa
 
Hazel still remembers when she walked up on stage in the middle of a ballet performance.
 
One day my grandma
Took me to the nutcracker
To watch my cousin Annie perform.
I was six or seven.
My grandma had some roses.
I wanted to give Annie the flowers.
 
Dancers still dancing,
Lights were still off,
I thought the show was over.
 
So I took the flowers
Walked up on stage,
Tried to hand Annie the flowers.
Everything was quiet.
The crowd just stared.
I was still up on the stage.
 
Dancers still dancing…
 
Suddenly the curtain closed
And it closed on me.
I ran off the stage crying.
I went back to grandma.
What was I supposed to do?
She said I’ll just take you home.
 
Dancers still dancing…
 
So remember this –
My timing is not good,
Never sure when to stay or go.
 
Dancers still dancing…

 

Seeing Something I Had Never Seen Before
Hazel Delehey – Story Source
Malcolm Brooks – Musical Sherpa
 
On a trip to the Caribbean, Hazel found surprising meaning in her first scuba dive ever.
 
I put on my wet suit,
Scuba tank on my back,
Put my mask over my face,
Stepped onto the boat.
I was super scared and also excited,
Seeing something I had never seen before.
 
Floating in the water,
Slipped under a wave,
Dove into a whole new world.
I felt free,
No more worries in the world!
Seeing something I had never seen before.
 
When I looked around,
Giant dark place.
I could feel the strength
Of the water above me.
 
Diving below the surface,
Swam with hundreds of fish.
For a minute I had fins,
I had fins, too.
No more worries in the world,
Seeing something I had never seen before.

 
Additioal Songs with Hazel:
Angel and a Sword


Hannah Batley – Star or an Angel (and more)


Hannah Batley thought she was lost, slipping off into the margins, and then events suggested otherwise.
 
The school was small and suffocating.
I lost my voice and couldn’t get it back,
And everyone knew everyone, and knew what everyone was up to.
I had sort of separated from the pack.
 
Spent the summer home with my parents,
Painting houses as a summer job.
I wasn’t sure I’d be able to go back to that school,
Or even if I wanted to at all.
 
I didn’t know where I was going,
But looking back it feels so clear.
But looking back there was someone showing me the way,
Yes, a star or an angel was here.
 
But how could there possibly be
A star or an angel for me, for me?
 
So here I am, all grown up,
Not concerned with being the best,
Doing what I love, what I love, what I love to do,
And let the universe handle the rest.
 
But how could there possibly be
A star or an angel for me, for me?
For me, for me,
A star or an angel for me.

Hannah Batley – story source
Malcolm Brooks – guitar, bass
 

Cody Prandelli – The Midway Point


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Cody Prandelli

Camden, Maine:

At the Midway Point

Source: spoken personal story


About two weeks ago
It snowed a good amount
I’m sledding with my mom
Over at Mount Battie
 
On the way up
No one can drive
We just take the sleds up by walking
 
So as you know of course
We had to bring along
Both our dogs Nellie and Harley
 
It usually takes a while
To get up to the top
Because we get where it’s pretty steep
 
And although it’s hard to walk
Through all the snow and ice
It’s nice to talk to my mom
And have a chat
 
Then we reach a point
Where we pick up great speed
We both prepare the sleds
So nothing slows us down
 
Chorus:
So we go down with great speed
Because the road is pretty steep
Especially at the midway point
 
And we have both dogs chasing us
Behind us like rabid squirrels.
it’s great to feel a cool breeze
Through my hair
 
We finally slow to a stop
And Harley catches up
We decide we should probably rest
If not he’d die
 
So we go down with great speed
Because the road is pretty steep
Especially at the midway point