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Kala will be performing at the Reed-Swale Folkfest on Sunday, July 1, 2007, for 30 minutes starting at around 2:30. We just found out that performers can invite their friends. So, even though this event is at someone’s house, Kala’s friends are free to come and listen.

Here’s the complete performer lineup:

1:00 Liz Reed
1:10 Ed Chiacariello
1:30 Bonnie Panda
2:00 Andy Mayo
2:30 Kala Farnham
3:00 Phil Henry
3:30 Fishing With Finnegan
4:00 Liz Reed
4:15 Marc Douglas Berardo

The address is: 9 Riverview Road in Rocky Hill, CT.

Some more information from the organizers: “Do invite friends, just tell them it’s a pot luck
picnic and to bring a dish or snacks to share. There’s no admission fee, but we will be passing the hat several times (we’ll divide it up at the end). Bring lawn chairs or a blanket and bug spray. There will be a table set up (and someone sitting at it) for cd sales.”

Don’t cry, I’m right here
Where I’ve always been.
Don’t hide the scar on your wrist,
It’s nothing that I shouldn’t see.
Look up, the world is so big
And there’s hope where the wind blows.

Don’t conceal the blame that you feel
Cuz we all get it wrong sometimes.
We all hurt, so why are we scared
To show what our feelings are about?
It’s time now to make a new start
Cuz with me, you’ll be safe now.

You are so brave,
Just like a child.

I’ve have always admired you;
You’re so strong inside.
Forgive and forget,
Cuz everyone’s cruel,
But everything changes in time.

You are so brave.
I love you.
You are so brave,
Just like a child.

Three o’clock at night, the black is shining bright.
My midnight lamp is faded after twelve.
The scissors on the floor I’ve had since childhood;
Strands of beaded bracelets lie among the dusty books.

This is my three o’clock room:
All is still
Like a lonely photograph of the past.
I can’t help thinking that
If I reach out
I’ll touch nostalgic nothingness;
Lonely reticence.

My three o’clock room, comfortable in gloom -
But nothing in this world makes attempts at conversation.
The crickets chat at night, best friends ’til the end.
I want to be a best friend too; my regards to you I send.

This is my three o’clock room:
All is still
Like a lonely photograph of the past.
I can’t help thinking that
If I reach out
I’ll touch nostalgic nothingness;
Lonely reticence.

Tentative but sure, the night rises and passes.
Take off your looking glasses,
And wait blindly, having faith always.
Feel for the heat of the sun;
You’ll know when it comes.

Black is the night without a pen and paper
For company as I’m waiting here.
Black is the night.

This is my three o’clock room:
All is still
Like a lonely photograph of the past.
I can’t help thinking that
If I reach out
I’ll touch nostalgic nothingness;
Lonely reticence.

My three o’clock room in the gloom.

Kala will be performing at the open mic on Wednesday, June 27, at Victoria Station in Putnam, CT.

Loverboy,
The hardest thing for me to do
Is put my faith in you.
I may be cautious at the moment
But I am willing to try.

Bring me down to the spring water
Where the sun shines in my face.
I wanna know if I could hold you
For more than a little while

Cuz they said “the hardest thing
Was holding onto these promises.”
They said “the hardest thing
Was holding onto these promises.”

Introspection is the key,
So tell me what you see.
If I’ve learned anything,
The best we can expect is honesty.
I have a tendency to crawl inside myself
And hide away,
And never let you know.

Cuz they said “the hardest thing
Was holding onto these promises.”
They said “the hardest thing
Was holding onto these promises.”

(Instrumental bridge)

Cuz they said “the hardest thing
Was holding onto these promises.”
They said “the hardest thing
Was holding onto these promises.”

And if I had a choice,
I would, I would.

Copyright Kala Farnham 2006