dennis caraher

dennis caraher

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Caraher's music is about the brevity and beauty of life. His latest CD, "Practicing Dying" is 13 songs about loss. How it comes, how it passes, how we cope, how we accept. Dy8iwrites and p

Biography

Caraher's songs are short stories of the ordinary and the renowned. From an anonymous woman facing her final hour to Ginger Rogers on the night Fred Astaire dies.

There is wisdom here...and leavened with humor.

Tremendous breadth of style and subject.

Caraher also writes for children and in the multiple winner of Parents' Choice Gold Medals.

He lives with his wife and daughter in Northampton, Ma.

Lyrics

Kindergartner in Love

Written By: Dennis Caraher

KINDERGARTNER IN LOVE

I was attracted to the first girl I knew
A kindergarten crush
I was struck Cupid so I called her stupid
And gave her half of my lunch

When she threw it at me I was never so happy
And so I gave her a shove.
She was all that I wanted I was in Nirvana
A kindergartner in love.

By early October she threw me over
Became my first ex
Now she live in Wisconsin
Writes Christian comics
But her job is telephone sex

Kinda Kinda Kinda Kinda Kinda
Kindergartner in love.
Kinda Kinda Kinda Kinda Kinda
Kindergartner in love.

I had many a crush how I loved the rush
About as good as it gets.
There was Annie and Iris, Johny Unitas
But best of all was Annette

But they decided on unrequited
My heart was broken so much
I was a prepubescent really messed up
Kindergartner in love.

“Can we just be friends?” I heard again and again
“I’ve fallen for another,
I like you sure but your immature
Like my 5 year old brother”

Kinda Kinda Kinda Kinda Kinda
Kindergartner in love.
Kinda Kinda Kinda Kinda Kinda
Kindergartner in love.

(Instrumental)

Belladonna, margarita, marijuana
They could never touch
The sweet sensation of infatuation
Kindergartner in love.

Some girls married me, that led to therapy
I found I could not commit
I kept getting crushes on somebody luscious
I followed “I do” with “I quit”.

After boxes of tissues, I worked thru issues
Still remained fucked up
Why did I have to be a sociopathically
Kindergartner in love?

I got a new girl now and I think it’s workin’ out
Though I know she’s got her stuff.
She’s 45 but 5 inside
We’re kindergartners in love

Kinda Kinda Kinda Kinda Kinda
Kindergartner in love.
Kinda Kinda Kinda Kinda Kinda
Kindergartner in love.

Radio Boy

Written By: Dennis Caraher

RADIO BOY

You’d see him ‘round town, he never looked clean
Always dressed the same
Couple years older, maybe seventeen,
None of us knew his name.

We called him Radio Boy, he never said a word
Always had the headphones on
We made fun but because he never heard
I never thought it was wrong.

Late one day I took a shortcut home
Saw him in an open field
His arms were raised, he was swayin’ slow.
I didn’t know how to feel.

Sun settin’ on Radio Boy
Shining in the light
Sun settin’ on Radio Boy.
I walked into the night.

Forty years later my brother died
I went home to leave.
We laid him down, I knew I wouldn’t cry
I knew where I had to be.

Walkin’ I wept where the sun went down
Gone was the open field
Radio Boy, I’m sorry, now,
I know how to feel.

Sun settin’ on Radio Boy
Shining in the light
Sun settin’ on Radio Boy.
I walk into the night.

In the Rain

Written By: Dennis Caraher

In the Rain Dennis Caraher

I saw the car drive up in the winter rain,
everything became a dream.
Two soldiers stepped to the Kansas mud,
my wife began to scream.
I said, “You can turn that car around
or better yet, stay and drown

in the rain.”

My boy came home in a bitter box,
You could still could feel him there.
A few thousand dollars is what we got,
I guess this deal is square.
We laid my boy in frozen ground,
the preacher spoke, I only heard the sound

of the rain.

I’m a soldier’s son, I did my time.
His time had come, next in line.
He died courageous, so they say
but that don’t take this rain away.

Weeks have gone, got to sow the crops,
comin’ up on May,
but why go on when it won’t stop?
It all gets washed away.
There’s always a cemetery in my head.
I wish they’d buried me instead

in the rain.

Jesus come down from your cross,
talk with me a while.
Come with me, we’ll take a walk
up the road a mile.
Kneel at this grave made of mud,
come and save me with your blood

of rain.

They say be proud, any father would.
They say don’t doubt the greater good.
He died courageous, so they say
but that don’t take this rain away.

My wife is gone down to Wichita,
lives with our daughter-in-law.
Twenty-four years we worked this farm,
I don’t miss her at all.
Sometimes I think I’ll get my gun,
have a drink, join my son

in the rain,

in the rain.

Sense of Wonder

Written By: Dennis Caraher

SENSE OF WONDER

Albert Einstein got up out of bed
It was 3:a.m, he was frightened.
He’d dreamed of a young friend, long ago dead,
Lost to Hitler and Eichman.

He stood on his porch and he wondered why,
Oh why do they innocent suffer?
Then Albert Einstein looked up to the sky
Searching for safety and comfort.

And what did he see when he looked at the stars?
A series of theories and numbers?
No, like you and me when we look at the stars:
An endless sense of wonder.

Albert Einstein showered and dressed.
The face in the mirror was so soothing.
He smiled that his hair was always a mess
Like some mad scientist movie.

The streets were empty that summer night
He walked through Princeton alone
And Albert Einstein thought to himself
How little a genius could know.

And what did he see when he looked at the stars?
A series of theories and numbers?
No, like you and me when we look at the stars:
An endless sense of wonder.
An endless sense of wonder.

Like Newton and Galileo
Science was sacred and pure
So how does love become Hiroshima?
How do we ever endure?

Albert Einstein sat on a bench
America welcomed the dawn
He thought of his young friend long ago dead
And wondered why do we go on?

A newspaper boy came riding by
The wind and sun in his hair
And Albert Einstein shook off the night
He knew just why he was there.


Beyond the Blue

Written By: Dennis Caraher

Beyond the Blue

The last, the least of four sons
The others took to preachin' like Daddy done
Breakin' off a piece of Kingdom Come
Above

Not for glory was I bound
The arc of this story just goes down
Not another poor me who gets found
By love

I prayed to God, "Give to me
A sign that you care"
But what I got was an epiphany:
There ain't nothin' there

Beyond the blue

Oklahoma's got open skies
But to hearts and minds that don't apply
So I hitched a ride
I got out

Denver seemed about all I'd need
I took up with a blue-jeaned boy like me
He taught me things, I'd only dreamed
About

When he got sick, he asked the Lord,
"Fix this fevered skin"
And when he died, I was sure
Jesus didn't wait for him

Beyond the blue

I wandered at random
But everywhere's the same
A country abandoned
To the arrogance of shame

We decided long ago
We do not belong
So we pinned our hopes
On the world beyond

Blue

I went back with the worst disease
No fatted calf served to me
They only asked, "When you leavin'
next?"

The fear wasn't there that I might bleed
Or if they cared, they'd have to grieve
They were scared, that unbelief
Could catch

Greyhound, westbound
LA or bust
But that station ain't the destination
We are bound for dust

Beyond the blue

Closer to Death

Written By: Dennis Caraher

CLOSER TO DEATH

Every day we’re one day closer to death
Every day we’re left with one day less
At seventeen it seems it’ll never end
Then suddenly seventy’s around the bend
And every day is one day closer to death.

Every step we’re edgin’ up near the ledge
Any second not getting’ up from our beds
You go to sleep feelin’ sorta out of sorts
Then in your dreams you become a corpse
And every day is one day closer to death

You could choke on a burger, have a heart attack
Have a stroke, get murdered by a maniac

Existence starts to slip the minute we begin it
We drift into an abyss; I don’t want to go in it.
To accept my fate, I meditate
Then I get a cake and medicate
And every day is one day closer to death

Every day we’re one day closer to death
Every day we’re left with one day less
So think about the final words you might say
I bet mine are gonna be “No way!”

And every day we’re a little bit older
It once was May; it’s a little bit colder
Every day we’re a little bit closer to death

Practicing Dying

Written By: Dennis Caraher

Practicing Dying

When I was a kid, me and my brother
Pretended we were cowboys, shooting one another

Clutching at our hearts, falling to the ground
Breathing out our last, getting death down

Practicing dying, practicing dying
Practicing dying
We were the best in the West
Practicing

Her name was Rebecca from another world
And when we kissed, she was the boy, I was the girl

Clutching to our hearts, falling out of shame
Breathing one another and when we came

Practicing dying, practicing dying
Practicing dying
We were the best in the West
Practicing

Through books, art, love, I have searched
Still this part seems so unrehearsed

Me and my brother haven’t talked in ages
We bled for one another but nothing could save us
and me and Rebecca, both of us foolish
Took a final breath so these days, all I do is

Practice dying at dying
Practicing dying
Practicing dying
I am the best in the West
Practicing

Walk Like a Dinosaur

Written By: Dennis Caraher

WALK LIKE A DINOSAUR

I’m gonna walk like a dinosaur
all across the kitchen floor,
Goin’ back and goin’ forth
and then I’ll walk some more like a dinosaur.

I’m gonna walk to the kitchen sink
‘cause dinosaur needs a drink
and then it’s time, I really think
to walk some more like a dinosaur.

Time to go to bed for the dinosaur
so he rests his head and he starts to snore.

Birds are calling it’s time to wake up
so he makes some coffee and he has a cup.

And he walks some more like a dinosaur.

What am I gonna do today?
Maybe go outside and play?
But mama says it’s gonna rain
so I’ll just stay in and ply my violin.

Gonna have some fun, gonna play my drums

And then I’ll walk some more like a dinosaur.

Walk Like a Dinosaur

Written By: Dennis Caraher

WALK LIKE A DINOSAUR

I’m gonna walk like a dinosaur
all across the kitchen floor,
Goin’ back and goin’ forth
and then I’ll walk some more like a dinosaur.

I’m gonna walk to the kitchen sink
‘cause dinosaur needs a drink
and then it’s time, I really think
to walk some more like a dinosaur.

Time to go to bed for the dinosaur
so he rests his head and he starts to snore.

Birds are calling it’s time to wake up
so he makes some coffee and he has a cup.

And he walks some more like a dinosaur.

What am I gonna do today?
Maybe go outside and play?
But mama says it’s gonna rain
so I’ll just stay in and ply my violin.

Gonna have some fun, gonna play my drums

And then I’ll walk some more like a dinosaur.

I love my Mom

Written By: Dennis Caraher

I LOVE MY MOM

I love my mom, I love my mom
I miss her so whenever she’s gone
‘Cause I love, I love my mom

School is fun but when I’m done
I think of home and there I run
and you know how come?
I love my mom.

She can be crabby,
she can be a grouch.
And when she’s mad at me
my feelings go “Ouch!”

And sometimes I do stuff that’s wrong
but she’s not mad for very long,
I like her a lot.
I love my mom.

I said to Fred, my pet, a pup,
“Say hey Fred, who do you love?”
He said, “I love, I love my mom”.
I checked with the chickens,
“Hey what’s up?”
they said to me, “Cluck, cluck, cluck”,
which means, “I love, I love my mom”.

She gets up early, lets me sleep.
She’s always worried about what I eat.
When I’m sick, she takes good care,
she’s like a great big teddy bear.

I like her a lot.
I love my mom.

Flying Down to Rio

Written By: Dennis Caraher

FLYING DOWN TO RIO Dennis Caraher

Ginger Rogers starin’ at the ceiling,
Grieving, unbelieving he was gone.
Three a.m., she finally gives up sleeping
Goes downstairs and puts the movie on

And she remembers how he used to hold her
He wasn’t tall not a handsome face
But they would swirl and twirl the Cariocca
And she stepped into a state of grace

Flying down to Rio

America was in the depths of winter
1933, St. Paul
A young girl is lost to Fred and Ginger
And in the dark she forgets it all

The father out of work, the broken mother
The guilt of a stolen dime
She slips into a world where no one suffers
And takes the trip one more time

Flying down to Rio

I first saw them when I was ten,
Looking for John Wayne
But I fell to their spell
And I got on that plane

Down to Rio

Ginger Rogers starin’ at the movie
The only time her life felt real
Photographers would soon begin shooting
Asking, “How do you feel?”

“Share with us some sentimental secret,
tell us why your life is such a mess.”
She steps into the place where she keeps it
And crying, she holds the dress.

Flying down to Rio.

Discography

Practicing Dying
Bow Wow Baby (kids)
Dog Bone Town (kids)
I Miss the Mud (kids)

Set List

15 - 20 songs