Recorded one hot summer in New York City. Live, in a small studio with acoustic guitar, drums, bass and voice (mostly Bet's) an overdub here and there and this is it.. songs to sing and dance to even in your sleep. Here's to your wildest dreams however they may come through. Here's to your beautiful bed wherever you may build it.
Thanking with profound thankfulness: David Gamber, whose help made this possible. The musicians: Steve Beskrone, Mike "Make" DeMonte, Chico Huff, Brad Jones, Drew Vogelman, Steve Addabbo, Dave and Mike Biddison.
The producers/engineers: Brad & Jim. Lucas Weber for assisstant engineering. Ken Love for mastering. Betsy and Andrea for listening to early mixes on the way to Colorado.
Dave at Zeno's for always giving me a gig. Dad who always helped me build the coolest beds. My sister, Tracey, for "touch butt" see you in never, neverland. Mom, for bringing that first guitar home. And Bess, who knows perfection is not. Also thanks to John Hodian and Phil Beck, Ed Schmidt for the "Building A Bed" logo. And everyone's support at live gigs etc. etc. Anyone forgotten? you know who you are.

Love, Bet

Produced by Brad Jones and Jim Rondinelli.

written by Bet Williams

Maybe it's your brilliant mind
Maybe it's them baggy pants
Maybe it's the way you wear your hair standing straight up
Don't think of what and what you can't

Everybody wants you (bombs)
Everybody wants just a little piece of that mmmm

You better look around
God has made it very random interrogation of your mind
Investigation of the atom

Everybody wants you ... (bombs)

There you are lonely lonely
thinking that nobody loves you
All the love poems of Shakespeare couldn't shake, shake your thinking
Splitting atoms on the t.v.
Spitting out formulas in her sleep
All the world is in favor of taking over your mind and making ba ba ba ba bombs ...

Everybody wants you
you
you
Everybody wants just a little piece of that youness baby.

God Is Something

written by Bet Williams

They sent their love on two coat hangers
to have the stains removed
No thought about it forgot about it
Old feelings falling through

From spinning wheels to love
And in between the aisle
Attic windows, kitchen doors
She hung out her real heart
In words that could be heard shaking in the sky
for the first time in her life

God is something in my blood
God is something in the floor boards
And as I step between the cracks
I hear the creaking in my soul

From spinning wheels to love
She kept him in her heart
But moving very slow was right for what she want now
Til she cried out in the night

God is something...

written by Bet Williams

You were living in the basement when the fog settled in
It layed low for three years
You watched the hands of time
You watched the hands

And in a dream you held your peace
And on a shelf you held a tear
It spilled out into the ocean it was movin' the waves
You thought the hand would disappear

But there are rhythms in your soul that you don't understand
There are things here what you would not understand

What you hold in your hand
What you touch in your sleep
This hand becomes a religion
You watch the hands
You watch the hands

Let your head rest on this pillow
Wrap your hands around the brass
You're too young to give up this way
You're too young to give up this way
Your love will outlast

What you hold in your hand
What you touch in your sleep
This hand become a religion
You watch the hands
You watch the hands ...

written by Bet Williams

I was born on the west side of the world
On the east side of the country
on the west side of the point
Where the Hudson river flows

They took me overseas
They brought me back again
And the rain and the wind and the water swept me

I came home to an empty house
Drove my body like a map for pain
I fell down backwards on the front lawn
When I looked inside and didn't see your face

And I was thinkin' about you and I was askin' about you and I was walkin' down the staircase where you might be
Thinkin' about you and I was lookin' out my doorway
Moving out the old way when you came in

I was born on the east side of the world
In the heat of the southern jungle on the check of the western world
I saw my brother go down

I came home to an empty house
Drove my body like a map for pain
I fell down backwards on the front line
when I looked at you and didn't see your face

And I was thinkin' about you... Walkin' down the front line...

I saw you in an empty chamber
Your hands had written words so well
I leaned to kiss the air around you
I missed I landed on the floor

And I came home to my empty house
searched my body for a map to heaven
I fell down backwards on the front lawn laughing

Cause I was thinkin' about you... Walkin' up the staircase...

written by Bet Williams

Where has your sweetness gone today?
Does the pain rush in and wash it all away?
How can the innocence remain?
When the hurt is seeded high above and in the past is overwrought for you

But it's not done
It's not over
Your heart won
over me

You say you've lost your faith and beauty
But it cuts me through and leaves me standing here
It's not fun to be the hardened one
They say protect your heart
Protect your heart
Protect your heart this time

But it's not done
It's not over
Your faith won
over me

And it cuts me through and leaves me standing half side down and half side back for more.

Building A Bed

written by Bet Williams

(in college a friend gave me a poem and said write a song for this-later while writing and actually "Building a Bed", I thought of her and said "Oh I get it now!" I added her poem to the end of the song to give it that intellectual edge it needed..."I like my bed, it smells like me...I, me, mine, my, me, me ...mine." by Barbara Ann DeWilde. thanks barb)

Building a bed I can sleep in
Building a bed just for me
Building a bed I can sleep in
Building a bed for me

Building a bed takes some effort
Making it right takes some time
Building it with natural fibers
Making it right so I can sleep sleep sleep tonight

Building a bed I could live in
Building a bed just my size
Building a bed you should see it
I won't sleep on the floor anymore

In my new bed I do the dreaming
In my new bed it's what the maharishi sees
It's what t.v. should be ... I me mine my me me mine...

You Were Moving

written by Bet Williams

You were moving once before you will move once again
There are things that take the stillness to become
And you're dying in your own two little hands you're very young

Oh hear the song of your heart

You move this way and you move that way and you move this way
and that way and this way
and you were moving

Falling in the hands of angels
Moving to the sound of your own voice
And you move.

My Eyes Open

written by Bet Williams and David Biddison

(Dave and I were living as a married couple in nashville when he wrote the chorus. It was so familiar it broke my heart. I wrote the verses when I moved to Philadelphia a year or so later)

Mary leans down to shine the buckle on her shoe
"my way this time"
Her path opens
He turns over
And every morning she called to him
And in the night he came, wondering,
"Why was she leaving?" her words echo in the hallway, "It's simple", she says,

My eyes open
Your eyes close
We are living all alone

And as he was sleeping she pushed him out to sea
He wakes in his own arms
He sings his own song

My eyes open
Your eyes close
We are living all alone.

Key To Your House

written by Bet Williams

(I have a nice collection of I-don't-know-what-they're-for keys, some I know just what they're for keys, a few I never thought I would, and one I can't believe... guess I'll make jewelry)

I have the key to your house
It hangs on wood and opens the door
Whenever I happen to be in town
I think I'll come for the winter

These are things that move your body to the left and to the right
and rolling 'round your house tonight
On the wood floor
On the white walls
On the rooftop, there's the patter, there's the rainfall,
there's my heart falling hard in the hallway ...

I have the key to your house
And it doesn't even matter if you're not there
I have the run of your house and I can dance in the light in the window

etc ...

Turn You On

written by Bet Williams

You should let me love you
I know I could love you
You would be a lantern
I would be kerosene

I won't say nothin'
til I turn you on

In the quiet after
One touch back then after that
You would be there laughing
I would be caressing

I won't say nothin'
til I turn you on

We Are Leaving

written by David Biddison

(another one of dave's songs hallelujah brother)

We are leaving this world behind
We do cover up our heads
All that made us up is gone
Departing as two mortals in love

Hallelujah we are leaving

Sad to see two gods come down
To leave behind the miracle and the cure
Choosing to love as mortals do
Just for the whim of it

Dee dee Hallelujah
We are leaving.