Moon Ducky Album: Chill Ducky Bundle (6 songs)

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Our 5-song bundle (plus 1 bonus track) contains the more chill songs from our Moon Ducky Album

Includes: Call You Mine, Vanilla in the Morning, Your House, I Don't Know, Chameleon Girl, and bonus track: Broken Angel

Let your mellow ducky chill!

Liner notes:

Call You Mine © Roberta Pescow 

Lead Vocals: Roberta Pescow

Guitars: Jim Baldessari

Instrumental Arrangement: Jim Baldessari

"...I wrote this a number of years ago when I was beginning to have feelings for a certain someone that I never dreamed I'd be free to reveal..."--Roberta

Sharing a laugh, or sharing a song

But holding a secret for oh so long

And only in the bravest dreams I dare to dream

I can call you mine

Taking a walk, or a long country ride

Trying to take theses feelings in stride

And only in the bravest dreams I dare to dream

I can call you mine

I lay down at night, and close these tired eyes

I watch the world fall away

Then our lips fall together, it's all so sweet you whisper

Darling this was always meant to be but-

Here comes the dawn, and the sounds of the street

A dose of reality with my morning cup of tea

And only in the bravest dreams I dare to dream

I can call you mine

Vanilla in the Morning © Roberta Pescow

Lead Vocals: Roberta Pescow

Backing Vocals: Jim Baldessari and the synth

Guitar, Piano, Bass, Percussion: Jim Baldessari

Concert Flute: Special Guest Margo Kalogera

Instrumental Arrangement: Jim Baldessari

"...When my son was just a toddler, I found this weird lump in his neck and totally freaked. Thank God it turned out to be nothing. But it opened up the haunting, taboo question: How does one go on after losing a child?

My son used to call the little white cabbage butterflies you find in the morning 'Vanilla' and chase them around the yard. Because of this, I'll always see those white butterflies as 'Vanilla' too. And there lay the answer to my question: In as much as we see the world through the eyes of the ones we love, we carry them with us forever."--Roberta

I watch your high-topped sneakered feet

Run across the wet green grass

And your laughter rises up like bubbles from a soda glass

If I could hold this minute

Or you catch those tiny wings

If the world could be a place of kept not borrowed things

And if ever you were gone

Don’t know how I'd go on

Then Vanilla in the morning would flutter through the sunlight again

Take me to the place you go

Where all the world's a magic show

A mother's kiss heals all and butterflies have names

Today I need your laughter

Like a drowning man gulps air

As Vanilla, silent watcher flies away somewhere

And if ever you were gone

Don't know how I'd go on

Then Vanilla in the morning, would flutter through the sunlight again

Across the lawn beyond your reach

Vanilla's resting on a leaf

To warm herself in a bright patch of light

The years go by new dreams to chase

The giggles streaming from your face

Elusive, fragile – hard to catch as butterflies

And if ever you were gone

Don't know how I'd go on

Then Vanilla in the morning, would flutter through the sunlight again…and again…and again…

Your House © Roberta Pescow

Lead Vocals: Roberta Pescow

Guitar, Bass, Synth, Percussion and Drums: Jim Baldessari

Instrumental Arrangement: Jim Baldessari

"...Jim and I were playing a gig at some little cafe where the crowd was much younger and not really into our old jazz standards. The rain was coming down like crazy outside, and in the glow of passing headlights through the huge plate glass window, I watched Jim playing guitar and was overcome with love for the person he is and for his talent...If only he could see himself through my eyes..."--Roberta

I know the way to your house like the letters in my name

Like the words of a childhood game

I could drive to your house with my eyes closed all the way

I know your smile, like the facets of a jewel

How it changes a whole room

How it makes me want to be with you

I want to kiss you in the rain, water running down our faces

In the middle of some very public spaces

And I know, Yes I know

If you could only see yourself through my eyes

Then you would be at peace

The raindrops slide down the window as the cars stream by outside

And we’re bathed in that white light

I could stay like this through the whole night into the day

I know your hands as they sing on the strings of your guitar

With that untamed, haunting power

Do you know how beautiful you are?

I want to kiss you in the rain, water running down our faces

In the middle of some very public spaces

And I know, yes I know

If you could only see yourself through my eyes

Then you would be at peace

Then you would be...

I know the way to your house...I know the way to your house

I Don't Know © Jim Baldessari 

Lead Vocals: Roberta Pescow

Guitar, Piano, Bass and Percussion: Jim Baldessari

Instrumental Arrangement: Jim Baldessari

"...I had wanted to write something for Roberta to sing and at the time I was listening to a lot of Jobim. I wanted to use those descending chord progressions with Bossa Nova rhythm but didn't know what I should make the song about, hence the title."--Jim

I don't know why this is happening

I don't know what's right or wrong

If I had to choose tomorrow

I don't think I could go on

Experience should tell me, not to fall in love again

But I always thought that maybe, don't know where, don't know when

If I lived a thousand lifetimes

If I saw beyond today

I might know how I should feel

I might know what I should say

So until that day comes, as I wait impatiently

The only think I know is I don't know

Chameleon Girl © Roberta Pescow 

Lead Vocals: Roberta Pescow

Guitar, Bass, Xylophone & Synth Cello: Jim Baldessari

Instrumental Arrangement: Jim Baldessari

"...How safe and easy it is to hide behind the mirror of all that surrounds us and just give people back what they want to see. Sometimes I shudder to think that this is no less autobiographical than the rest of my songs."--Roberta

She's always more than willing

To do what you want to do

And she'll offer you a winning smile

That reflects your point of view

And she'll ask for nothing in return

But your true love 'till the end

A chameleon girl in a dangerous world

To survive it's best to blend

You might see the golden daughter

Or the sweet young loving wife

You might see the selfless mother

Secret lover on the side

She's that student full of promise

She's the teacher wise and true

A chameleon girl in a dangerous world

Looks like the best part of you

In the stillness all alone,

Her voice comes clear and strong

Distinct, out on its own

Colors woven through her song

She has been here all along

She has been here all along

If you are very quiet

And you still your busy mind

You might hear the distant colors dancing

Just beyond your eyes

But you'll probably never catch that glimpse

She'll elude you till the end

A chameleon girl in a dangerous world

To survive it's best to blend

A chameleon girl in a dangerous world

To survive it's best to blend

Broken Angel © Roberta Pescow 

Lead Vocals: Roberta Pescow

Backing Vocals: Jim Baldessari 

Guitar, Piano, Bass, Drums: Jim Baldessari

Concert Flute: Special Guest Margo Kalogera

Plinking Piano: Roberta Pescow 

Instrumental Arrangement: Jim Baldessari

"...During my scary, bizarre divorce, Jim gave me a beautiful angel pin for strength. I wore it all the time, and when it was pinned to my sweatshirt, it accidentally went through the laundry and one of the wings broke off. It just looked so sad, but I suddenly realized I kind of liked it better that way. Who gets through life without getting beat up like that in some way? And yet, what doesn't get taken away is our ability to love, to give, to be angels for one another, broken though we may be..."--Roberta

In this place of things discarded

Shards of glass, and old crushed cans

Stands an angel, with one wing sheared off

No more to fly across this land

With eyes on mile-high piles of snow

Caked with soot and sand

Dark clouds tremble as the sun falls

Into my angel’s open hand

Broken Angel, Broken Angel

Walk beside me; take my hand

Who among us comes through unbroken?

I think my angel understands

I am guided, I am grateful

I’m inspired where I stand

I have seen tears stirred into laughter

By those alchemistic hands

And I’d not trade this angel

For a thousand more unscathed

Nothing flawless could be more perfect

No other love could fill this space

Broken Angel, Broken Angel

Walk beside me; take my hand

Who among us comes through unbroken?

I think my angel understands

In this place of things discarded

Damaged hearts and shattered minds

Stands an angel, roughed up and grounded

Who pours heaven though his eyes

Broken Angel, Broken Angel

Walk beside me; take my hand

Who among us comes through unbroken?

I think my angel understands