The Shay & Shay Radio Hour

by Aaron J. Shay & Sarah Shay

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1.
Meet me at the House of the Moon Where memories are lingering It doesn’t matter if you’ve got any money Just come prepared to drink and sing It’s on the north side of town Across from the reservoir Travel by bus or travel by bike Forget about your car When the home-brewers roll up That’s when we’ll kick off this show Ten dollars gets you a beer-bottle pint glass Then let the good taste flow and flow Until all of the growlers are empty, And the folk bands play their last And the revelers are deliriously weary And the final vote is cast At the House of the Moon I hope we play again, soon. All proceeds go toward a good cause Nobody’s getting rich tonight But some of us are getting pretty damn toasted Everyone is gonna be all right Captain America will have his revenge On the Mermaid and the Serpent The smugglers will be singing their anthem Our hearts and minds may be broken or bent But there’s no denying the magic Of a house show at its height No one is getting turned away Everyone is gonna be all right No one is getting turned away Everyone is gonna be all right So this next song is a new one, I just it wrote today Nobody’s getting rich tonight At the House of the Moon I hope we play again soon At the House of the Moon I hope we play again soon I hope we play again soon
2.
You left for Boston on the 3:40 train On a day when the sun shone right through the rain I kept on waving 'til you were long gone And as the days rolled on, I sang you this song I miss you when the band plays in three-quarter time I miss you when the rain falls heavy and fine I miss you when the fiddle is lonesome and high I miss you when the band plays in three-quarter time In summer when the sun shines as bright as your smile In autumn when the trees are bare In winter when everything's cold and alone In spring's when I'll miss you, and sing you this song I miss you when the band plays in three-quarter time I miss you with the ins and outs of the tide I miss you when the leaves they all wither and die I miss you when the band plays in three-quarter time
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In The Pages 02:51
I’m in seventh grade and everything is terrible ‘Cause Tyler won’t leave me alone, he’s such an asshole And Alex used to be my best friend, Now he doesn’t answer my calls And Sierra doesn’t like me like I like her I asked her, “Are you sure?” But none of that matters with this novel in my hand Full of mysteries and problems I can understand If I find the magic sword, maybe I won’t feel so bored If I find the magic ring, I can hide from everything In the pages where the line between good and evil is so stark If I solve this riddle, I can chase away the dark Now I’m an adult and things are slightly better At least I can spend my own money (but first I gotta make it) I’m as cool as a younger me wanted to be (but sometimes I fake it) And I think I get the way this shitty world runs But that knowledge costs me tons But none of that matters with this novel in my hand Full of mysteries and problems I can understand If I win this war, maybe I won’t feel so bored If I stop this crime, maybe I can get more time In the pages where the line between truth and fiction is stark And if I solve this puzzle I can chase away the dark For the days when there’s too much to feel For the days when the shit just gets too real For the days when there’s too much to feel For the days when the shit gets real If I find the magic sword, maybe I won’t feel so bored If I find the magic ring, I can hide from everything In the pages where the line between good and evil is so stark If I solve this riddle, I can chase away the dark If I figure out the password, I can chase away the dark If I cast the right spell, I can chase away the dark If I read this novel, I can chase away the dark
4.
There's a place I know Where the cottonwoods grow And every summer, A blizzard of cotton drifts down It's there in the pocket Of a tiny big town Just a little old house on a hill Where the cottonwoods grow There's a place I've seen Somewhere in between The little old farmhouse And the streets where the high-rises climb It's there in the pocket Of some other time Just a little old house on a hill In a state evergreen And don't look too close at The cracks in the pavement Or the hedges all grown too tall Think of the cities and Kingdoms we dreamed of When our visions were grand But our bodies were small Try to remember it all There's a place I know Where the cottonwoods grow Yes, they've outlived the orchards Where the plum trees once sheltered the quail Though my body is aging Though my memory fails There's a big quiet house on a hill Where the cottonwoods grow.
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Put a stone upon my grave when I'm gone Let the other mourners know that even though you've moved on You still miss me in the night and at the dawn Put a stone upon my grave when I'm gone If the air in spring still feels warm and sweet And the grass still growing green underneath your feet If your smile in the night Still glows warm like candlelight Then put a stone upon my grave when I'm gone When I'm gone, when I'm gone When I'm beneath that shrine in a box of pine When I'm gone When I'm gone, when I'm gone Put a stone upon my grave when I'm gone Will you tell my stories every now and then and remember me even when you fall in love again Will you light a candle for me on that anniversary And put a stone upon my grave when I'm gone When I'm gone, when I'm gone Will you say that line and drink the wine When I'm gone When I'm gone, when I'm gone Put a stone upon my grave when I'm gone You'll be blessed in your lifetimes and your days beyond any song or any prayer, worthy of your praise You will love and laugh again in the bosom of your friends who'll put a stone upon your grave when you're gone When you're gone, when you're gone When you've seen the sign and crossed the line When you're gone When you're gone, when you're gone They'll put a stone upon your grave when you're gone
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Wasted Time 02:11
Verse: Bb F Am F Bb F Am Bb F Am F Bb F Am Gm F Gm F Dm Chorus: Bb F C Dm Bb F C Dm Bb F Am Gm Dm C Though I am still young I can see the setting sun And I know someday that sun will set on me That old horizon can wait Until that unknown date For all I know, my will is free Friends and lovers They come and then they go But there is one thing I think I know… It wasn't wasted time When I held her in my arms It wasn't wasted time When we slept through the morning alarms It wasn't wasted time When we stayed up 'til dawn Even though she’s gone Driving late at night Writing by candlelight These memories are everything I am Burning winter on the shore Dancing 'til our legs were sore Nobody would dare to give a damn Friends and lovers The faithful and the untrue Are hidden mechanisms Of all we do It wasn't wasted time When we argued in the park It wasn't wasted time When we whispered in the dark It wasn't wasted time When we woke up at dawn Even though I'm gone. It wasn't wasted time at all.

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A collaboration between siblings Sarah Shay and Aaron J. Shay to accompany a live show of the same name debuting at the Seattle To Fresno Mini-Fringe Festival in Fresno, CA, 2018.

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released September 7, 2018

Aaron J. Shay - banjo, guitar, ukulele, voice
Sarah Shay - ukulele, voice

Recorded and produced by Aaron J. Shay

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Aaron J. Shay Seattle, Washington

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Sci-fi storyteller and banjo balladeer. I believe in the good kind of apocalypse.

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