The Infection of Secrets
Songs from the one-woman theatrical production of The Infection of Secrets, including 4 bonus tracks that were cut from the original show.
Music and Lyrics by:
Leslie Hyland Rodgers
Produced by:
Gary Powell, Larry Seyer, and Leslie Hyland Rodgers
Recorded at:
Gary Powell Studios and Larry Seyer Studios
Vocals:
Leslie Hyland Rodgers
Guitar:
Larry Seyer
Mixed by:
Larry Seyer
Mastered by:
Jerry Tubb of Terra Nova Mastering
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Song List
- Black and Blue
- Come and Save Me
- Wake Up, Darlin’ *
- Best Damn Medicine *
- Feel the Love Inside *
- Dropping the Veil *
- Heavy Heart
- Little Child
- Music Box Ballerina
- Perfect Porcelain Doll
- The Infection of Secrets
- Transcendence
*Bonus tracks that were cut from the original show
Song Lyrics
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Just pop another pill
And pour another drink,
‘Cuz they don’t wanna feel
And they don’t wanna think
About the ways they’re hurting.
They just keep burning
And they’re black and blue
As they shatter in two.
A family cherished has all but perished.
The children suffer; the parents won’t recover.
They just numb their pain as they stay the same.
Won’t you come to me, Jesus? Oh, won’t you fill my heart?
Won’t you come to me, Jesus? I need a brand-new start.
I’m just a broken sinner, a tryin’ to do my best.
Won’t you come to me, Jesus, and give my soul a rest?
Chorus:
Come and save me! Come and save me, Lord!
Come and save me! Come and save me, Lord!
Been a strugglin’ in the shadows, a drownin’ in despair.
Keep a searchin’ for the answers and goin’ nowhere.
My friends tell me, “Sister, the Lord’ll turn the tide.
Ain’t no reason to worry with Jesus on your side.”
(Chorus repeats)
Feelin’ broken down and shattered and losin’ all control.
Seems the day-to-day of livin’ is takin’ its toll.
Got a sorrow deep inside me, a sadness in my soul.
Won’t you come to me, Jesus, and make my spirit whole?
(Chorus repeats)
Good morning. Wake up, Darlin.
Get up! Get up!
Get up out of bed.
The sun is shining, my dear.
Get up out of bed. Get up! Get up!
The sun is shining my dear.
Get up! Get up!
Feel the love around you.
Get up out of bed, my dear.
Wake up, my love.
Move your body! Yeah…
Just dance; just get your body movin’.
That’s all I ask of you. Dance!
Just move; just get your body groovin’.
That’s all I ask of you. Dance!
It’s the best damn medicine I can find.
Just dance, yeah, just dance!
When you’re feelin’ down, when you’re feelin’ lost,
Just get your body goin’ and you’ll feel better.
Just dance, yeah, dance!
I can move, I can dance, I can move my arms,
I can swing my hips; I can tap my toes.
Just dance! Clap your hands and snap along.
Just sing along. Just dance, yeah, dance!
Dance to the rhythm and move!
Dance!
All alone, feeling low,
Your life is crashing down.
Feeling lost, the walls are closing in.
No way out, feeling trapped,
You can’t find the light.
But you keep on fighting,
Until you find a way.
Chorus:
Just open your heart,
Feel the Love Inside.
Open your heart.
Feel the Love Inside.
Frozen still, feeling broken,
Barely holding on.
Your body’s numb.
Your world keeps spinning ‘round.
Barely breathing; you feel the panic,
But no one hears you cry.
Touch your heart and feel it beating strong.
(Chorus repeats)
Heavy Heart, Heavy Soul,
Weighted down by years of longing.
Holding back, holding down
The ancient fire that burns inside.
The ancient fire that burns inside.
Little Child, you have nothing to fear.
I am always here beside you.
Little Child, be brave and face the shadows.
Move through the darkness to find the light.
There’s a garden that silently awaits you.
Step with faith into the night.
Listen to the song buried deep within your soul.
Listen with your heart and know the truth:
Precious Little Child, you are not alone.
Ballerina, lovely lady, spinning ‘round and ‘round,
Spinning ‘round and ‘round.
Ballerina, pretty lady, always tightly wound,
Always tightly wound.
Ballerina, silent lady, never makes a sound.
Will you ever step outside and take a chance?
Will you ever share your voice and dare to freely dance?
Hello. Good day. I am the Perfect Porcelain Doll.
Hello. Good day. Cannot show my shame.
Hello. Good day. I am the Perfect Porcelain Doll.
Must accept what I am told, must not speak my truth, my truth.
I am the Perfect Porcelain Doll.
I shall be sweet and lovely at all times, all times.
They need me to be a Porcelain Doll.
If I dare to tell the truth, exposing the secrets,
I will be abandoned and left all alone, alone.
I must keep the peace, keep the peace, keep the peace.
I shall be sweet and lovely at all times, all times, all times.
The Infection of Secrets,
The enslavement of lies,
Takes possession of the family,
And then right before your eyes,
The truth of what you’re seeing,
The entanglement of ties,
Seems to keep the family tethered
In a toxic enterprise.
And you feel you’re going crazy
As the family denies the secrets.
Hush! Don’t tell the secrets.
WITH HEARTFELT THANKS from Leslie Hyland Rodgers to the loving God who graciously blesses us and the many dear souls who helped make The Infection of Secrets album possible, most especially my beloved husband George Rodgers, my mentor and director Richard Armstrong, my co-producers and Grammy superstars Gary Powell and Larry Seyer, Jerry and Diane Tubb at Terra Nova Mastering, Affordable Sound, my soul family Faith Curtin and Flip Koch, Pat K., Cile Spelce and Chris Elley, Awakening Hearts, CCH, the Rodgers and Ambler families, Lucy Record, Xandy Smith, Eddie Renz, Laurie Zimmerman Mann, and Pirkey Barber, PLLC.
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