The Once and Future King A-Em- run G -D- A
G-D-A
Written after reading the magical White tale of Arthur and the Sword in the Stone
Said the sorcerer to the young boy, come away, take my hand.
Fly life the birds,swim like the fishes- know the air,the sea and land.
Take this wisdom for the future, take this strength to be your own,
Yours it is to change the future-
And he drew the sword from the stone
And he drew the sword from the stone.
Said the King to the nobles, hold your swords cease to fight.
Gather round in knightly order, pledge your strength to serve the right.
Said the Knight to the Lady- Guinevere Queen so fair.
Your blue eyes are are brightest starlight and they rule the lofty aires.
Said the Queen good night m Good Knight
Said the Queen -good night ,Good Knight
Said the King to the young boy, go away from the fight.
You must live to tell the story of the quest we made for right -
Of the hatreds bred of darkness, of the visions born of light,
Of a love shared for a Lady and a dream like a star in the night.
Dreams are candles in the wind….
If they fail you must light them again!
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Frisco Song
Frisco Song (C) 1976
D -Barre-BM -Dm3
G -A- D- run
Written on our first visit to California in 1975, at Pat and Ken’s apartment on 2nd Avenue, Curly haired Cyndy and I had a magical time and so many returns to the city on the bay and the golden state for so much learning and enjoyment…
I have always loved the first and only recorded version with Buffalo, Dave Haletky and Bruce especially the Grateful Dead like extended instrumental jam at the end.
Sitting by the window on 2nd Avenue
The sun sits on the city, Frisco skies are golden hued-
We’ll take the gold along in the morning when we leave,
In the morning when we leave.
Rocking back and forth in the old oak easy chair,
The cool night breeze is blowing through your sun-streaked curly hair.
You’re seeing things you never knew were there,
Never knew were there…
Instrumental Break-
Away from home, sea to shining sea,
The buildings and the Bay and the loving company,
Take the memories to sit and rock awhile,
And smile….
Frisco Bay I’m on my way,
But I’ll be back again …I’ll be back again …
Instrumental
D -Barre-BM -Dm3
G -A- D- run
Written on our first visit to California in 1975, at Pat and Ken’s apartment on 2nd Avenue, Curly haired Cyndy and I had a magical time and so many returns to the city on the bay and the golden state for so much learning and enjoyment…
I have always loved the first and only recorded version with Buffalo, Dave Haletky and Bruce especially the Grateful Dead like extended instrumental jam at the end.
Sitting by the window on 2nd Avenue
The sun sits on the city, Frisco skies are golden hued-
We’ll take the gold along in the morning when we leave,
In the morning when we leave.
Rocking back and forth in the old oak easy chair,
The cool night breeze is blowing through your sun-streaked curly hair.
You’re seeing things you never knew were there,
Never knew were there…
Instrumental Break-
Away from home, sea to shining sea,
The buildings and the Bay and the loving company,
Take the memories to sit and rock awhile,
And smile….
Frisco Bay I’m on my way,
But I’ll be back again …I’ll be back again …
Instrumental
There Goes Joe Riding By
There Goes Joe Riding By G C G D
C D G C G
C D G
A version of how Marion and Grampy Joe met thanks to his motorcycle and how his namesake our Joe first started to ride his cycle.
Sultry summer afternoon,
Thunder starts to roar,
Maid Marion was carrying
Provisions from the store.
A janty knight came in to sight,
He smoked a short cigar,
He said would you like a ride down the pike
Then jump in my sidecar.
Well the thunder crashed,the lightening flashed,
Clouds darkened the sky.
The rain it fell.
And he drove like hell
To try and keep them dry.
Before they knew the sun broke though
And she said with a sigh-
There goes Joe riding by
There goes Joe riding by.
Late autumn afternoon,
Another day has flown.
The teacher is all taught out,
And tired he comes home.
Out there in the distance,
He can’t believe his eyes.
What the blue jean kid did,
Was a complete surprise!
My smile flashed
And I laughed =
And I began to run.
Come Cyn with me,
You’ve got to see
What our kid has done.
Before our eyes
Time flies,
I say with a sigh-
There goes Joe riding by
Darlin Joe riding by!
C D G C G
C D G
A version of how Marion and Grampy Joe met thanks to his motorcycle and how his namesake our Joe first started to ride his cycle.
Sultry summer afternoon,
Thunder starts to roar,
Maid Marion was carrying
Provisions from the store.
A janty knight came in to sight,
He smoked a short cigar,
He said would you like a ride down the pike
Then jump in my sidecar.
Well the thunder crashed,the lightening flashed,
Clouds darkened the sky.
The rain it fell.
And he drove like hell
To try and keep them dry.
Before they knew the sun broke though
And she said with a sigh-
There goes Joe riding by
There goes Joe riding by.
Late autumn afternoon,
Another day has flown.
The teacher is all taught out,
And tired he comes home.
Out there in the distance,
He can’t believe his eyes.
What the blue jean kid did,
Was a complete surprise!
My smile flashed
And I laughed =
And I began to run.
Come Cyn with me,
You’ve got to see
What our kid has done.
Before our eyes
Time flies,
I say with a sigh-
There goes Joe riding by
Darlin Joe riding by!
Yesterday,Tomorrow and Today
Yesterday , Tomorrow and Today (D progression )
Written reflecting upon a sweet episode as I watched Joe as a toddler and my Dad fall sleep together on the rug at #16...and it struck me very strongly our 3 stages and the relationships we had and could have..
There they sleep now gently face to face.
Lovers of my life they take their place.
The child I hold in my young arms, the man I would embrace=
Yesterday, Tomorrow and Today
Chorus
Memories of yesterday, tomorrow;s hopes and dreams,
And I with tears in my young eyes am somewhere in between=
Yesterday, Tomorrow and Today.
We got lost along the road somewhere,
But we still have so many things to share.
I hope our love can find a way to understand what words can’t day-
Yesterday, Tomorrow and Today
Chorus
Written reflecting upon a sweet episode as I watched Joe as a toddler and my Dad fall sleep together on the rug at #16...and it struck me very strongly our 3 stages and the relationships we had and could have..
There they sleep now gently face to face.
Lovers of my life they take their place.
The child I hold in my young arms, the man I would embrace=
Yesterday, Tomorrow and Today
Chorus
Memories of yesterday, tomorrow;s hopes and dreams,
And I with tears in my young eyes am somewhere in between=
Yesterday, Tomorrow and Today.
We got lost along the road somewhere,
But we still have so many things to share.
I hope our love can find a way to understand what words can’t day-
Yesterday, Tomorrow and Today
Chorus
Going Back
Going Back G C Chorus C D G
An early song, when I was starting to play with Buffalo, Dave Haletky…it was really exciting to write and have others add their parts…a country type “message “ song reflecting on revisiting where I had grown up, started with a Sunday morning ride down the Neck…the school, the church, home …
Riding on a Sunday morning , up ahead without a warning round the bend ,
I’m going back again.
To a land of white and black that I left a long way back, where everything was this or that.
\but nothing more- nothing more.
There’s the school I used to go to - how much truth has really shown though all those days , and learning ways?
Years of duty and of trust , do the things you know you must,
But don’t ask why- just don’t ask why.
Chorus- C D G
Funny how things change with time
Like your life and mine.
Everything looks so much smaller, could it be that I’m much taller than before-
I closed that door?
There’s the church and there’s the steeple, open up there’s fewer people, that before-
They’ve all asked for more.
I used to go there quite a lot, until I found that what I sought,
Just wasn’t there -if it was anywhere.
Chorus-
There’s the path long overgrown , that I used to walk alone -
More memories keep coming back to me…
There’s the house I used to live in, home of silence and of giving-
Very strange there nothing’s changed….nothing’s changed.
Chorus-
Funny how things change with time,
Like your life and mine-
Days more distant than our dreams, are much closer than they seem-
They’re just as far as who we are….
An early song, when I was starting to play with Buffalo, Dave Haletky…it was really exciting to write and have others add their parts…a country type “message “ song reflecting on revisiting where I had grown up, started with a Sunday morning ride down the Neck…the school, the church, home …
Riding on a Sunday morning , up ahead without a warning round the bend ,
I’m going back again.
To a land of white and black that I left a long way back, where everything was this or that.
\but nothing more- nothing more.
There’s the school I used to go to - how much truth has really shown though all those days , and learning ways?
Years of duty and of trust , do the things you know you must,
But don’t ask why- just don’t ask why.
Chorus- C D G
Funny how things change with time
Like your life and mine.
Everything looks so much smaller, could it be that I’m much taller than before-
I closed that door?
There’s the church and there’s the steeple, open up there’s fewer people, that before-
They’ve all asked for more.
I used to go there quite a lot, until I found that what I sought,
Just wasn’t there -if it was anywhere.
Chorus-
There’s the path long overgrown , that I used to walk alone -
More memories keep coming back to me…
There’s the house I used to live in, home of silence and of giving-
Very strange there nothing’s changed….nothing’s changed.
Chorus-
Funny how things change with time,
Like your life and mine-
Days more distant than our dreams, are much closer than they seem-
They’re just as far as who we are….
Going Back
Going Back G C Chorus C D G
An early song, when I was starting to play with Buffalo, Dave Haletky…it was really exciting to write and have others add their parts…a country type “message “ song reflecting on revisiting where I had grown up, started with a Sunday morning ride down the Neck…the school, the church, home …
Riding on a Sunday morning , up ahead without a warning round the bend ,
I’m going back again.
To a land of white and black that I left a long way back, where everything was this or that.
\but nothing more- nothing more.
There’s the school I used to go to - how much truth has really shown though all those days , and learning ways?
Years of duty and of trust , do the things you know you must,
But don’t ask why- just don’t ask why.
Chorus- C D G
Funny how things change with time
Like your life and mine.
Everything looks so much smaller, could it be that I’m much taller than before-
I closed that door?
There’s the church and there’s the steeple, open up there’s fewer people, that before-
They’ve all asked for more.
I used to go there quite a lot, until I found that what I sought,
Just wasn’t there -if it was anywhere.
Chorus-
There’s the path long overgrown , that I used to walk alone -
More memories keep coming back to me…
There’s the house I used to live in, home of silence and of giving-
Very strange there nothing’s changed….nothing’s changed.
Chorus-
Funny how things change with time,
Like your life and mine-
Days more distant than our dreams, are much closer than they seem-
They’re just as far as who we are….
An early song, when I was starting to play with Buffalo, Dave Haletky…it was really exciting to write and have others add their parts…a country type “message “ song reflecting on revisiting where I had grown up, started with a Sunday morning ride down the Neck…the school, the church, home …
Riding on a Sunday morning , up ahead without a warning round the bend ,
I’m going back again.
To a land of white and black that I left a long way back, where everything was this or that.
\but nothing more- nothing more.
There’s the school I used to go to - how much truth has really shown though all those days , and learning ways?
Years of duty and of trust , do the things you know you must,
But don’t ask why- just don’t ask why.
Chorus- C D G
Funny how things change with time
Like your life and mine.
Everything looks so much smaller, could it be that I’m much taller than before-
I closed that door?
There’s the church and there’s the steeple, open up there’s fewer people, that before-
They’ve all asked for more.
I used to go there quite a lot, until I found that what I sought,
Just wasn’t there -if it was anywhere.
Chorus-
There’s the path long overgrown , that I used to walk alone -
More memories keep coming back to me…
There’s the house I used to live in, home of silence and of giving-
Very strange there nothing’s changed….nothing’s changed.
Chorus-
Funny how things change with time,
Like your life and mine-
Days more distant than our dreams, are much closer than they seem-
They’re just as far as who we are….
The Songs I Never Sang for You
Songs I Never Sang For You- (D progression )
Based loosely on poet Emily Dickenson upon whose death many unpublicized verses were uncovered in her home…and a reference to Amy Lowell’s “Patterns”
The lady died this morning, the news is all around,
The house was filled with letters and poems that were found…
They say that she once had a lover, dancing and laughter once filled her home.
He left her for another and since she’s lived all alone.
Chorus -
Words lie still on pages,
Speak of hopes silence will keep.
Lines that filled a lifetime-
Dreams she dreamed , only in sleep, only in sleep.
She wrote of brockade and patterns .
She wove of pain and death and fear,
Love letters tied with ribbbon,
Kept hidden like her tears.
Chorus -
The lady died this morning; they found a last note too.
With all of the letters and poems it said-
These are the songs I never sang for you,
These are the gifts I leave to you.
Chorus - and repeat last 2 lines …
Based loosely on poet Emily Dickenson upon whose death many unpublicized verses were uncovered in her home…and a reference to Amy Lowell’s “Patterns”
The lady died this morning, the news is all around,
The house was filled with letters and poems that were found…
They say that she once had a lover, dancing and laughter once filled her home.
He left her for another and since she’s lived all alone.
Chorus -
Words lie still on pages,
Speak of hopes silence will keep.
Lines that filled a lifetime-
Dreams she dreamed , only in sleep, only in sleep.
She wrote of brockade and patterns .
She wove of pain and death and fear,
Love letters tied with ribbbon,
Kept hidden like her tears.
Chorus -
The lady died this morning; they found a last note too.
With all of the letters and poems it said-
These are the songs I never sang for you,
These are the gifts I leave to you.
Chorus - and repeat last 2 lines …
Jamaica Getaway
Jamaica Getaway April 81 B Tuning
This is one song ,written as a souvenir of a vacation we had taken in April 81, I did something special with after SeaBright disbanded…it was a very hard time for me, the “fall of 81 “ when I was “reduced in force” =laid off from my teaching position in Randolph after 7 years due to Proposition 2 ½ I thought OK this is when/where I make a living for us by songwriting and a little performing using the SeaBright album as a portfolio…WRONG! …instead after as many hundreds of contacts and rejections as I could handle, I was out digging clams (felt Neanderthal),collecting unemployment and feeling like the musical dream had died and wondering where and how I could get gainful employment -and I was feeling very anxious and with a combination of therapy and medication came to realize that I was having a normal reaction to a double barreled life crisis= a very painful and productive learning experience …went on to work at the Lung Association, and eventually back to teaching at Silver Lake and then on to Nursing and the realization that if I had been musically /commercially successful it might have ruined our much more important marriage and family life …so here I write in our Casita RV in the Keys 11/14/09 extremely grateful and fortunate.
But going back to 81 sometime later still wanting to so some music (I did get together several times with Phil for fun/creative home recordings) I got together with Willow’s original and great guitarist Steve Murphy ; he was a wiz with the 4 track and overdubbing , loved Jamaica and as Cyndy and I were involved in Quincy community TV -Steve and I did a music video = actually funny and creative and a great soundtrack by the 2 of us …. played on cable, and I used it in teaching as part of my personal creative writing offerings shared before vacations with students. So getting back to that rejection thing as with San Antone - I sent a copy of Jamaica Getaway to the Viceroy of Tourism or some such in the Jamaican government and I don’t think I ever heard back either …Hey -it’s a good song!
Jamaica Getaway
Take me you skyrider
Lift me ever higher-
Up above, through the castles of clouds!
Southbound past Florida,
Don’t stop in Havana!
Set me down on that Jamaican gound!
Chorus
Break the icy hold of the winter’s cold.
Warm my spirit then like a smiling friend.
Renew my attitude ,make me laugh again.
Happy Holiday!
Jamaica Getaway!
Land of the lush forests,
Fragrant with wild orchids,
Summer breeze, oh you sweet Antilles!
Streams down from the mountains,
Waterfalls and fountains,
Swept away, on old Montego Bay!
Chorus
This is one song ,written as a souvenir of a vacation we had taken in April 81, I did something special with after SeaBright disbanded…it was a very hard time for me, the “fall of 81 “ when I was “reduced in force” =laid off from my teaching position in Randolph after 7 years due to Proposition 2 ½ I thought OK this is when/where I make a living for us by songwriting and a little performing using the SeaBright album as a portfolio…WRONG! …instead after as many hundreds of contacts and rejections as I could handle, I was out digging clams (felt Neanderthal),collecting unemployment and feeling like the musical dream had died and wondering where and how I could get gainful employment -and I was feeling very anxious and with a combination of therapy and medication came to realize that I was having a normal reaction to a double barreled life crisis= a very painful and productive learning experience …went on to work at the Lung Association, and eventually back to teaching at Silver Lake and then on to Nursing and the realization that if I had been musically /commercially successful it might have ruined our much more important marriage and family life …so here I write in our Casita RV in the Keys 11/14/09 extremely grateful and fortunate.
But going back to 81 sometime later still wanting to so some music (I did get together several times with Phil for fun/creative home recordings) I got together with Willow’s original and great guitarist Steve Murphy ; he was a wiz with the 4 track and overdubbing , loved Jamaica and as Cyndy and I were involved in Quincy community TV -Steve and I did a music video = actually funny and creative and a great soundtrack by the 2 of us …. played on cable, and I used it in teaching as part of my personal creative writing offerings shared before vacations with students. So getting back to that rejection thing as with San Antone - I sent a copy of Jamaica Getaway to the Viceroy of Tourism or some such in the Jamaican government and I don’t think I ever heard back either …Hey -it’s a good song!
Jamaica Getaway
Take me you skyrider
Lift me ever higher-
Up above, through the castles of clouds!
Southbound past Florida,
Don’t stop in Havana!
Set me down on that Jamaican gound!
Chorus
Break the icy hold of the winter’s cold.
Warm my spirit then like a smiling friend.
Renew my attitude ,make me laugh again.
Happy Holiday!
Jamaica Getaway!
Land of the lush forests,
Fragrant with wild orchids,
Summer breeze, oh you sweet Antilles!
Streams down from the mountains,
Waterfalls and fountains,
Swept away, on old Montego Bay!
Chorus
San Antone
San Antone
Written during our RV visit in 78 ,crossing Texas from Houston I was really taken with San Antonio- the Alamo,Paseo del Rio, some tower of note , the Institute of Texan Cultures which highlighted how folks from all around the world made/make a home here…I sent the song to the Mayor at some point suggesting it as a theme song of sorts…and did not hear back -maybe natives do not like others to call their city a nickname like Frisco (but there’s a recurrent theme there- see the next tune Jamaica Getaway…) Cyndy and I returned in 2009 and had a wonderful experience with the 2nd annual Illumination festival of song,dance- all free in on stages along Alamo Street with all kinds of folks, over 100,000 and no problems! I just like this little song, how simply it captured the essence for me.
San Antone 11/29/78 D A G
Deep in the heart of Texas
Just west of a spaceman’s dream,
Is the loveliest little big city
Travelers ever seen.
With a monument to freedom,
And a tower to the sky,
And a river running through it,
To revive you when you’re dry-
Chorus
San Antone,
You’ve got an easy pace.
San Antone-
You/ve got style and grace.
An oasis on the road,
Stay a while in San Antone.
Repeat first verse
San Antone-
You give each man his due.
San Antone -
He’ll give it back to you.
Folks from all around the globe
Make a home in San Antone
(if you’re tired from the road
Spend a while in San Antone! )
Written during our RV visit in 78 ,crossing Texas from Houston I was really taken with San Antonio- the Alamo,Paseo del Rio, some tower of note , the Institute of Texan Cultures which highlighted how folks from all around the world made/make a home here…I sent the song to the Mayor at some point suggesting it as a theme song of sorts…and did not hear back -maybe natives do not like others to call their city a nickname like Frisco (but there’s a recurrent theme there- see the next tune Jamaica Getaway…) Cyndy and I returned in 2009 and had a wonderful experience with the 2nd annual Illumination festival of song,dance- all free in on stages along Alamo Street with all kinds of folks, over 100,000 and no problems! I just like this little song, how simply it captured the essence for me.
San Antone 11/29/78 D A G
Deep in the heart of Texas
Just west of a spaceman’s dream,
Is the loveliest little big city
Travelers ever seen.
With a monument to freedom,
And a tower to the sky,
And a river running through it,
To revive you when you’re dry-
Chorus
San Antone,
You’ve got an easy pace.
San Antone-
You/ve got style and grace.
An oasis on the road,
Stay a while in San Antone.
Repeat first verse
San Antone-
You give each man his due.
San Antone -
He’ll give it back to you.
Folks from all around the globe
Make a home in San Antone
(if you’re tired from the road
Spend a while in San Antone! )
Thanks for All the Times that I Forgot
And a companion song to that which I also sang solo in a little interim at that Passim goodbye performance was this one for Mom and Dad who had generously let me pick out my prized Guild guitar as a graduation present from college, and who were so supportive to all the performances and the SeaBright album…
Thanks for all the Times… 1/3/78
Sitting ’round the big old kitchen table,
Talking ’bout the past and future plans,
It seems to me things have come full circle.
I’m back where the two or you began.
Children have their children and their memories.
Their personal effects and their “just cause”,
You give your life and let them make their own one.
You give a hand not asking for applause.
It seems I sing songs for all the others.
This one is just for the two of you.
Who set the scene for all my happy endings,
Thanks for all the things that I forgot.
I know that children sometimes have short memories-
So thanks for all the times when I forgot.
Thanks for all the times when I forgot.
Thanks for all the Times… 1/3/78
Sitting ’round the big old kitchen table,
Talking ’bout the past and future plans,
It seems to me things have come full circle.
I’m back where the two or you began.
Children have their children and their memories.
Their personal effects and their “just cause”,
You give your life and let them make their own one.
You give a hand not asking for applause.
It seems I sing songs for all the others.
This one is just for the two of you.
Who set the scene for all my happy endings,
Thanks for all the things that I forgot.
I know that children sometimes have short memories-
So thanks for all the times when I forgot.
Thanks for all the times when I forgot.
Eleanor
A companion song - for Eleanor Hobbs with happy and grateful childhood memories …so many times I would run from my house #16 Peterson to Bobby’s #17 right across the street - so close that we had even tried the string and tin can telephone between upstairs bedrooms- I don’t think we made it work, but we tried…up the driveway where we used to shoot baskets on the hoop on their garage, on the right was the side door on a big spring which was always open with a small set of stairs going down to Archie‘s cellar workshop with the pin up calendars, and a set leading up to the kitchen door at the top …I’d yank it open and call up “Hi-yo ,Bobby!” and Eleanor would almost always answer “come on in”…Archie died of a heart attack so young before 50...some time later in 76 Bob and I had a musical reunion, SeaBright developed and in 78 Cyndy and I and Joe were going on our trip, SeaBright played Club Passim for a 2nd time just before we were going and I sang this song for Eleanor ,maybe the only time ever …
Eleanor (7/78 ) Capo +3 D finger progression
Eleanor was the lady next door.
The mother of my best friend,
When I’d call ,she’d always say-
“It’s open, come on in!”
Chorus
Well the years they come and the years they go
And the doors open and close
Now Eleanor comes to hear us sing,
And she sits in the front row…
Break
Chorus
Well the years they come and the years they go,
And the doors open and close.
Now Eleanor smiles to hear us sing,
With a smile as warm as her home sweet home-
With a smileas warm as her home sweet home…
Eleanor (7/78 ) Capo +3 D finger progression
Eleanor was the lady next door.
The mother of my best friend,
When I’d call ,she’d always say-
“It’s open, come on in!”
Chorus
Well the years they come and the years they go
And the doors open and close
Now Eleanor comes to hear us sing,
And she sits in the front row…
Break
Chorus
Well the years they come and the years they go,
And the doors open and close.
Now Eleanor smiles to hear us sing,
With a smile as warm as her home sweet home-
With a smileas warm as her home sweet home…
Me and the Kid Who Used to Live Across the Street
Me and the Kid Who Used to Live Across the Street 11/10/’76
D+ D7+ Grun, A7 +
Bobby Hobbs- Hobbsie…I had not seen him perhaps since Archie died so young:We had spent so much time together right up until junior /high school…Cyn and I Went to a Jerry Jeff Walker concert and spied his brother Jimmie being confront by another concert goer and Bobby moved in the way and that was the end of that-
He looked just like the song says… I wrote it as a reminiscence a la “Desperadoes
Waiting for a Train meets Bo Jangles” and within a year somehow we were sharing
Music together and throughout the SeaBright years…terrifically talented and smart
He would by his moods be the funniest and best companion or the stormiest…he
Continues to pop up in my dreams and I will always be grateful for the music and
Memories shared…see Eleanor next…
In the corner of my eye , I caught him there last night,
He was dancing and singing and laughing.
I smiled to find him there, jet black beard and graying hair,
We had once been an inseparable pair.
I was the new kid on the street;we became fast friends-
We shared so many foes and wild adventures.
Through the marshes,down the beach, on the bay and on the islands,
We lost and found the treasures of our childhood.
GG7 DCG
G G7 D A7 D
We were heroes finding villains to defeat-
Me and the kid who used to live across the street.
Well we went our separate ways,in the years that were ahead,
I’d see him now and then through some changes-
Now a sailor,now a clown, now an athelete college bound-
I remember him most as a singer.
When his old man passed away,there was nothing I could say-
Just a letter-my friend’s father I will miss him.
For a while he shared a farm, now I guess he’s on the road,
Once in a while I drive past and I wave to him.
We’ve both been moving ; each finding his own feet-
Me and the kid who used to live across the street.
In the corner of my eye,I caught him there last night.
He was singing and dancing and laughing.
I smiled to find him there, but I did not call his name -
We had once been such an inseparable pair-
In a corner of my mind two children stop and meet-
Me and the kid who used to live across the street.
D+ D7+ Grun, A7 +
Bobby Hobbs- Hobbsie…I had not seen him perhaps since Archie died so young:We had spent so much time together right up until junior /high school…Cyn and I Went to a Jerry Jeff Walker concert and spied his brother Jimmie being confront by another concert goer and Bobby moved in the way and that was the end of that-
He looked just like the song says… I wrote it as a reminiscence a la “Desperadoes
Waiting for a Train meets Bo Jangles” and within a year somehow we were sharing
Music together and throughout the SeaBright years…terrifically talented and smart
He would by his moods be the funniest and best companion or the stormiest…he
Continues to pop up in my dreams and I will always be grateful for the music and
Memories shared…see Eleanor next…
In the corner of my eye , I caught him there last night,
He was dancing and singing and laughing.
I smiled to find him there, jet black beard and graying hair,
We had once been an inseparable pair.
I was the new kid on the street;we became fast friends-
We shared so many foes and wild adventures.
Through the marshes,down the beach, on the bay and on the islands,
We lost and found the treasures of our childhood.
GG7 DCG
G G7 D A7 D
We were heroes finding villains to defeat-
Me and the kid who used to live across the street.
Well we went our separate ways,in the years that were ahead,
I’d see him now and then through some changes-
Now a sailor,now a clown, now an athelete college bound-
I remember him most as a singer.
When his old man passed away,there was nothing I could say-
Just a letter-my friend’s father I will miss him.
For a while he shared a farm, now I guess he’s on the road,
Once in a while I drive past and I wave to him.
We’ve both been moving ; each finding his own feet-
Me and the kid who used to live across the street.
In the corner of my eye,I caught him there last night.
He was singing and dancing and laughing.
I smiled to find him there, but I did not call his name -
We had once been such an inseparable pair-
In a corner of my mind two children stop and meet-
Me and the kid who used to live across the street.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
He Comes with the Morning
He Comes with the Morning
(Capo + 3 full C finger pick )
A sincere if poetically licensed reflection of on my Inner child revisited set in our neighborhood -after watching Stanley Johnson and grandchild playing at the water’s edge ; performed with Debbie and Hobbsie this was very moving and evocative ,especially the last stanza…
He comes with the morning when the sun lies on the ocean
And he beckons you to follow with his two arms held wide open.
Where the stranger leads you follow ,for he holds some secret for you,
Like a shadow or a memory and you think it might mean freedom.
And he leads you to the islands over years of tranquil silence,
And he leaves you there to wonder about your chances and the distance.
When you find you your way back inland he is dawning time’s disguises,
He is changing with the seasons ,growing older but no wiser.
He comes back in the evening then the night breeze is blowing,
And he whispers deep inside you that you really used to know him,
And he leads you down a dark path that’s all loneliness and longing
Past a love that’s lost its meaning to another that has found you.
And he lies before the sunset when the sea is all afire
He says you know me don’t you ; I’m the child you left behind you.
In the dawn of your becoming , in the eve of your surrender
I’m the child and I’m the father ; I remain with you forever.
There’s a child and an old man,
They dance before the water-
Their voices filled with laughter ,
And the life that flows between them,
And the life that flows between them
And the life that flows between them…
(Capo + 3 full C finger pick )
A sincere if poetically licensed reflection of on my Inner child revisited set in our neighborhood -after watching Stanley Johnson and grandchild playing at the water’s edge ; performed with Debbie and Hobbsie this was very moving and evocative ,especially the last stanza…
He comes with the morning when the sun lies on the ocean
And he beckons you to follow with his two arms held wide open.
Where the stranger leads you follow ,for he holds some secret for you,
Like a shadow or a memory and you think it might mean freedom.
And he leads you to the islands over years of tranquil silence,
And he leaves you there to wonder about your chances and the distance.
When you find you your way back inland he is dawning time’s disguises,
He is changing with the seasons ,growing older but no wiser.
He comes back in the evening then the night breeze is blowing,
And he whispers deep inside you that you really used to know him,
And he leads you down a dark path that’s all loneliness and longing
Past a love that’s lost its meaning to another that has found you.
And he lies before the sunset when the sea is all afire
He says you know me don’t you ; I’m the child you left behind you.
In the dawn of your becoming , in the eve of your surrender
I’m the child and I’m the father ; I remain with you forever.
There’s a child and an old man,
They dance before the water-
Their voices filled with laughter ,
And the life that flows between them,
And the life that flows between them
And the life that flows between them…
When the Tide is Low
When the Tide is Low -
@1981 that E progression from top to bottom,
in memory of Bertha and Slickie and Marion …
a reflection on “crossing the bar” , from here to …
When the tide is low and the hour is late,
Let loose the lines and I will drift alone,
To be borne on the sea;shed no tears over me-
I have so well, so long…
Chorus-
Hoist the flags of many nations,
Now you’re sailing free.
Look alive and hold her steady-
As you put to sea.
We have weathered each storm and rode out each gale,
Thought the years have trimmed our sails-
We are mates you and I ,in the sea and the sky-
And just like the sun we will set and rise !
Chorus
@1981 that E progression from top to bottom,
in memory of Bertha and Slickie and Marion …
a reflection on “crossing the bar” , from here to …
When the tide is low and the hour is late,
Let loose the lines and I will drift alone,
To be borne on the sea;shed no tears over me-
I have so well, so long…
Chorus-
Hoist the flags of many nations,
Now you’re sailing free.
Look alive and hold her steady-
As you put to sea.
We have weathered each storm and rode out each gale,
Thought the years have trimmed our sails-
We are mates you and I ,in the sea and the sky-
And just like the sun we will set and rise !
Chorus
Diamonds and Rubies
Diamonds and Rubies E Progression
1975 Lois and Bob walking home from Kilby street, the gift of the ring ,the
life and the love, watching them walk hand and hand home, so inspiring
Come quick to the window-
What a beautiful sight1
Two lovers walking arm and arm
Home on a winter’s night.
Chorus
Diamonds and rubies,
A woman and a man,
The gifts of thirty seasons-
Worn on lover’s hands…
It’s a long road they,ve traveled,
It’s a different road we’re on.
All headed for our heaven
By the lights that we’ve known.
Chorus
Laughter and sorrow ,
Each woman and each man,
The gifts of all the seasons,
Worn on lovers hands
Come quick to the window…
1975 Lois and Bob walking home from Kilby street, the gift of the ring ,the
life and the love, watching them walk hand and hand home, so inspiring
Come quick to the window-
What a beautiful sight1
Two lovers walking arm and arm
Home on a winter’s night.
Chorus
Diamonds and rubies,
A woman and a man,
The gifts of thirty seasons-
Worn on lover’s hands…
It’s a long road they,ve traveled,
It’s a different road we’re on.
All headed for our heaven
By the lights that we’ve known.
Chorus
Laughter and sorrow ,
Each woman and each man,
The gifts of all the seasons,
Worn on lovers hands
Come quick to the window…
The Firemen's Ball
The Fireman’s Ball
Christmas Eve ,I think 1975 at Kilby Street…(was this the same snowy eve when Bob had given Lois the diamond and ruby ring for Christmas and after watching them hand in hand cross Sea St homeward bound to shore side in the gentle snow, I wrote that song…see below ) We were toasting the New Year and the fire truck pulled up in front of Mae and Paul Reddy’s house 2 doors away…we went over the 4 of us to see if they were OK, and perhaps celebrating too much Paul had fallen and Mae called for assist and by the time we came in she was holding forth with the fireman loudly proclaiming her resiliency as a stabilized Paul was sitting it out…The Reddy’s were from the Marion and Joe school of bon vivants, perhaps with a little more liquid propelled “spirit” …great ,funny folks…
Finger pick D G A7 D
G A7 D +
White lights and red lights play off the wall
From the tree and trucks in the road.
The clanging of bells breaks this most silent night,
“Where’s the fire?” It looks like next door!
Chorus -
Here’s to the young ones
And here’s to the old’
And here’s to the best for us all!
Here’s to the old year and here’s to the new,
Drink up at the fireman’s ball!
From the midst of his rescue he called out hello.
I was down, now I’m up and just fine!
We’ve plenty of spirit so let’s drink a toast
To the chief and this old flame of mine!
Chorus
Christmas Eve ,I think 1975 at Kilby Street…(was this the same snowy eve when Bob had given Lois the diamond and ruby ring for Christmas and after watching them hand in hand cross Sea St homeward bound to shore side in the gentle snow, I wrote that song…see below ) We were toasting the New Year and the fire truck pulled up in front of Mae and Paul Reddy’s house 2 doors away…we went over the 4 of us to see if they were OK, and perhaps celebrating too much Paul had fallen and Mae called for assist and by the time we came in she was holding forth with the fireman loudly proclaiming her resiliency as a stabilized Paul was sitting it out…The Reddy’s were from the Marion and Joe school of bon vivants, perhaps with a little more liquid propelled “spirit” …great ,funny folks…
Finger pick D G A7 D
G A7 D +
White lights and red lights play off the wall
From the tree and trucks in the road.
The clanging of bells breaks this most silent night,
“Where’s the fire?” It looks like next door!
Chorus -
Here’s to the young ones
And here’s to the old’
And here’s to the best for us all!
Here’s to the old year and here’s to the new,
Drink up at the fireman’s ball!
From the midst of his rescue he called out hello.
I was down, now I’m up and just fine!
We’ve plenty of spirit so let’s drink a toast
To the chief and this old flame of mine!
Chorus
Hard Rock Miner
Hard Rock Miner 11/79 ( G run, Crun Fm7 Fm7 C G x 3 plus C7)
Hobbsie ,either the most fun and funniest peson to be with or one of the most deadly if under the cloud = part of the very talented personna , just would come to practice and talk about his job as a Union Local 88 Sand Hog digging the MBTA extension from Harvard Sqare to Alewife. He grabbed the mic and took it away and Phil turned it into a real rocker a la Boston.
Down below where the sun don’t shine,
We’re building the subway tunnel .
Dawn to dusk it’s a long hard grind,
Digging, digging.
We’re the men of the underground
The hard hat heroes-
Unified Local 88
Hard Rock Miners!
Chorus-
Drilling in to that heart of stone,
Foot by foot ,we’ve got a mile to go.
Blast that hole for the train to run.
Someday soon we’re going to hole on through
To that rendez vous
With that other drew-
Dynamite-- All right !
Break
Chorus
We’re the men of the underground -
Railroad…railroad
We’re the men of the underground -
Hard rock miners…
Hobbsie ,either the most fun and funniest peson to be with or one of the most deadly if under the cloud = part of the very talented personna , just would come to practice and talk about his job as a Union Local 88 Sand Hog digging the MBTA extension from Harvard Sqare to Alewife. He grabbed the mic and took it away and Phil turned it into a real rocker a la Boston.
Down below where the sun don’t shine,
We’re building the subway tunnel .
Dawn to dusk it’s a long hard grind,
Digging, digging.
We’re the men of the underground
The hard hat heroes-
Unified Local 88
Hard Rock Miners!
Chorus-
Drilling in to that heart of stone,
Foot by foot ,we’ve got a mile to go.
Blast that hole for the train to run.
Someday soon we’re going to hole on through
To that rendez vous
With that other drew-
Dynamite-- All right !
Break
Chorus
We’re the men of the underground -
Railroad…railroad
We’re the men of the underground -
Hard rock miners…
The Mission
The Mission -
originally “Mission Viva!“ 1979 E tuning
The basic rhythm of believe it or not similar to The Greatful Dead’s Scarlet Begonias was in my ear, living in the Mission in 78-79 from Dec to May was such a different (from our sleepy seaside Quincy neighborhood ) and vital urban experience for us, so ethnically diverse, every walk or bus ride down Mission Street (so different from its previous heyday with the Tic-Toc Lounge and all the big theaters - was so lively -the people of Hispanic/Asian/Black /White , the shops and restaurants of all kinds, music blaring from them and the low-rider cars …And Delores Street and Park -especially on Sunday but anytime there could be a muscial jam going on . I’d just watch and loved the sound and scene. It was perfect when we recorded it to add that Spanish crowd scene intro and and to have Debbie add her Spanish lyrics Que vya bien!
Follow the drumbeats
Down on Delores.
Out on the hillside-
It’s a Spanish chorus-
Buena Vista,
Buenas Dias
Hey Amigo
Come and sing now-
Viva Sunday.
Hang out, have fun!
‘Til the sunsets,
Manana comes.
Down in the Mission,
Under the palmtrees,
It’s like a circus,
Out in the streets.
Chevvies cruising,
Shoppers choosing,
Senoritas swaying,
And the readios blaring-
California,
Magnifica!
Si Latino,
Viva, Viva!!
Break -
Repeat
California…
(and we have gone back 20 or more times!)
originally “Mission Viva!“ 1979 E tuning
The basic rhythm of believe it or not similar to The Greatful Dead’s Scarlet Begonias was in my ear, living in the Mission in 78-79 from Dec to May was such a different (from our sleepy seaside Quincy neighborhood ) and vital urban experience for us, so ethnically diverse, every walk or bus ride down Mission Street (so different from its previous heyday with the Tic-Toc Lounge and all the big theaters - was so lively -the people of Hispanic/Asian/Black /White , the shops and restaurants of all kinds, music blaring from them and the low-rider cars …And Delores Street and Park -especially on Sunday but anytime there could be a muscial jam going on . I’d just watch and loved the sound and scene. It was perfect when we recorded it to add that Spanish crowd scene intro and and to have Debbie add her Spanish lyrics Que vya bien!
Follow the drumbeats
Down on Delores.
Out on the hillside-
It’s a Spanish chorus-
Buena Vista,
Buenas Dias
Hey Amigo
Come and sing now-
Viva Sunday.
Hang out, have fun!
‘Til the sunsets,
Manana comes.
Down in the Mission,
Under the palmtrees,
It’s like a circus,
Out in the streets.
Chevvies cruising,
Shoppers choosing,
Senoritas swaying,
And the readios blaring-
California,
Magnifica!
Si Latino,
Viva, Viva!!
Break -
Repeat
California…
(and we have gone back 20 or more times!)
Al's Dine and Dance
Al’s Dine and Dance
(That fanciful ,“happy “ D progression - my version of “Cheers” theme with some license as I had never been in there, but by it thousands of times ,sounded great with more voices, guitars,double flutes, piano … a really funny experience when we actually "liberated" Al’s on a Sunday night on our way home after Sea Bright’s first major Passim’s appearance. For a time after it closed we had the old beat up neon sign = the backdrop for our launching party at the yacht club June ‘81 and our party performance at Al’s August ‘81 after it had been sold and was on the way to becoming Grumpy Whites)
There’s a bar up the street where the local folks meet,
Halfway between work and home,
Or later at night for a drink or a fight,
When you don’t feel like feeling alone.
Where everyone goes when there’s no place to go,
You don’t have to call in advance. (There’s no phone.)
Nobody dances and nobody dines at Al’s Dine and Dance!
Break
Where everyone goes when there’s no place to go…
Maybe sometime if I have half a mind,
Or if fancy takes me perchance,
We’ll stage us a show,
call everyone we know.
We’ll liberate Als’s Dine and Dance
(That fanciful ,“happy “ D progression - my version of “Cheers” theme with some license as I had never been in there, but by it thousands of times ,sounded great with more voices, guitars,double flutes, piano … a really funny experience when we actually "liberated" Al’s on a Sunday night on our way home after Sea Bright’s first major Passim’s appearance. For a time after it closed we had the old beat up neon sign = the backdrop for our launching party at the yacht club June ‘81 and our party performance at Al’s August ‘81 after it had been sold and was on the way to becoming Grumpy Whites)
There’s a bar up the street where the local folks meet,
Halfway between work and home,
Or later at night for a drink or a fight,
When you don’t feel like feeling alone.
Where everyone goes when there’s no place to go,
You don’t have to call in advance. (There’s no phone.)
Nobody dances and nobody dines at Al’s Dine and Dance!
Break
Where everyone goes when there’s no place to go…
Maybe sometime if I have half a mind,
Or if fancy takes me perchance,
We’ll stage us a show,
call everyone we know.
We’ll liberate Als’s Dine and Dance
Sleeping Beauty
Sleeping Beauty - G Am D Bm C G
Just listened to Cyndy ‘s powerful nursing story of caring for a young patient dubbed “Sleeping Beauty” on the Neuro unit who was strikingly young and pretty, had a slight head injury and was in an extended coma. Her family would come in and pour out their grief stricken hearts. Though there was no reaction back ,Cyndy always spoke to her as if she could hear while tenderly caring for her. One day after weeks- she woke up and remembered most of what had been said… As Cyndy inspired me to become a Nurse
Sleeping beauty waits her life locked in sleep,
for a light to shine in her darkness deep,
For one kind word,
just a touch of a hand,
to reach inside,
and make her live again.
When all seems lost,
When all else fails,
Just a touch of your hand,
just one kind word,
Will reach inside -
And bring her back again,
Make her smile again,
make her live again -
Instrumental break..
When all seems lost…
Bring me back…make me smile,make me live again.
Just listened to Cyndy ‘s powerful nursing story of caring for a young patient dubbed “Sleeping Beauty” on the Neuro unit who was strikingly young and pretty, had a slight head injury and was in an extended coma. Her family would come in and pour out their grief stricken hearts. Though there was no reaction back ,Cyndy always spoke to her as if she could hear while tenderly caring for her. One day after weeks- she woke up and remembered most of what had been said… As Cyndy inspired me to become a Nurse
Sleeping beauty waits her life locked in sleep,
for a light to shine in her darkness deep,
For one kind word,
just a touch of a hand,
to reach inside,
and make her live again.
When all seems lost,
When all else fails,
Just a touch of your hand,
just one kind word,
Will reach inside -
And bring her back again,
Make her smile again,
make her live again -
Instrumental break..
When all seems lost…
Bring me back…make me smile,make me live again.
Friends Upon the Road
Friends Upon the Road 1976
(what are those chords anyway ? - My guitar/music knowledge is very rudimentary , it’s really always just been how it sounds and feels to me ,stumbling into something good on both accounts. The story is that on our first trip to Europe in 1976 long postponed and shortened (leaving a too young to enjoy Joe with the grandparents -and having the flight from NYC that next stopped in Columbus Ohio- hey wrong way!! , we had a week in Amsterdam and then a car to drive down through Bruge to Paris. A side trip from Amsterdam by train was to the Peace Palace at the Hague and the last tour was in Dutch but we went anyway and there was one other couple who spoke English ,very friendly from New Zealand on an extended European trip in their VW camper van . We hit it off and they asked if we would like to accompany them to another tourist site Madurodam , miniature replicas of world capitals sites and tales. Afterwards we went with them down to the North Sea as the sun set and they cooked up a meal for the four of usshare together. We shared life stories ,felt a fast friendship and kindred spirit, and values ,urge to travel . It was probably our first real “international encounter “ …parted with hugs and kisses , they dropped us back at the train station ,the names and addresses long since forgotten ,but a wonderful memory and theme which I started to write down on the train back to Amsterdam…It became something of a musical /friendship/travel theme song…it was really fun one time to play it solo at some open performance in a plaza in San Francisco and have a young woman do an interpretive dance to it! )
There by the cold North Sea , as the sun set
We shared a lifetime,though we’d just met.
In the heart of the Netherlands,
The four of us became fast friends,
common means and common ends -
Taking to the road.
Sail on the crest of the wave of adventure
Fly miles high on the wings of a dreamer.
On the rail and on the road ,
Wonders come and wonders go,
More to learn and more to know ,
It’s a constant magic show!
There by the cold North Sea as the sun set,
We shared a lifetime ,though we’d just met.
On the train to Amsterdam,
Like a dream without an end ,
We will someday meet again,
Friends upon the road.
Friends upon the road.
( So many years later this was how I started and ended my remembrances of our beloved Dennis with whom we shared so many happy road adventures….we will someday meet again.
(what are those chords anyway ? - My guitar/music knowledge is very rudimentary , it’s really always just been how it sounds and feels to me ,stumbling into something good on both accounts. The story is that on our first trip to Europe in 1976 long postponed and shortened (leaving a too young to enjoy Joe with the grandparents -and having the flight from NYC that next stopped in Columbus Ohio- hey wrong way!! , we had a week in Amsterdam and then a car to drive down through Bruge to Paris. A side trip from Amsterdam by train was to the Peace Palace at the Hague and the last tour was in Dutch but we went anyway and there was one other couple who spoke English ,very friendly from New Zealand on an extended European trip in their VW camper van . We hit it off and they asked if we would like to accompany them to another tourist site Madurodam , miniature replicas of world capitals sites and tales. Afterwards we went with them down to the North Sea as the sun set and they cooked up a meal for the four of usshare together. We shared life stories ,felt a fast friendship and kindred spirit, and values ,urge to travel . It was probably our first real “international encounter “ …parted with hugs and kisses , they dropped us back at the train station ,the names and addresses long since forgotten ,but a wonderful memory and theme which I started to write down on the train back to Amsterdam…It became something of a musical /friendship/travel theme song…it was really fun one time to play it solo at some open performance in a plaza in San Francisco and have a young woman do an interpretive dance to it! )
There by the cold North Sea , as the sun set
We shared a lifetime,though we’d just met.
In the heart of the Netherlands,
The four of us became fast friends,
common means and common ends -
Taking to the road.
Sail on the crest of the wave of adventure
Fly miles high on the wings of a dreamer.
On the rail and on the road ,
Wonders come and wonders go,
More to learn and more to know ,
It’s a constant magic show!
There by the cold North Sea as the sun set,
We shared a lifetime ,though we’d just met.
On the train to Amsterdam,
Like a dream without an end ,
We will someday meet again,
Friends upon the road.
Friends upon the road.
( So many years later this was how I started and ended my remembrances of our beloved Dennis with whom we shared so many happy road adventures….we will someday meet again.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Dreamboats
Dreamboats © 1978 e tuning
Living on the water all my life = good /powerful experiences and images
The album version has rich vocals ,but I like my more uptempo version, And the improvised keyboards of Rick and Kris’s friend’s home recording.
No more worries , no more woes,
Time enough to float or flow-
No farewells and no good-byes
Just close your eyes
Just Close your eyes.
Shipwrecked survivors we are hoping to be saved.
Some day our ship will come-
But how long can we wait?
Break -
How long can we wait?
Just close your eyes.
Dreamboats were meant to sail ro they will drift away.
The sea gives its fullest tide; it ebbs and takes away.
Dreamboats were menat to sail upon the peaceful sea.
We were meant to set our course ,whatever it might be.
So no more worries and no more woes,
Time enough to float or flow.
Bon Voyage and starry skies-
Open your eyes,
Open Your eyes,
Open your eyes…
Living on the water all my life = good /powerful experiences and images
The album version has rich vocals ,but I like my more uptempo version, And the improvised keyboards of Rick and Kris’s friend’s home recording.
No more worries , no more woes,
Time enough to float or flow-
No farewells and no good-byes
Just close your eyes
Just Close your eyes.
Shipwrecked survivors we are hoping to be saved.
Some day our ship will come-
But how long can we wait?
Break -
How long can we wait?
Just close your eyes.
Dreamboats were meant to sail ro they will drift away.
The sea gives its fullest tide; it ebbs and takes away.
Dreamboats were menat to sail upon the peaceful sea.
We were meant to set our course ,whatever it might be.
So no more worries and no more woes,
Time enough to float or flow.
Bon Voyage and starry skies-
Open your eyes,
Open Your eyes,
Open your eyes…
This Could Be Paris
This Could Be Paris 10/27/78 (Original title - I Live with You ) Am5 Am3 Barre A..
Written on a long bike ride around the lake near Irene’s …hybrid themes from our travels, movie Casablanca…and on the album an intro from Herman Hopfield’s “As Time Goes By”…”You must remember this…
You could be Ingrid; I could be Bogey
This could be Paris, but it’s late -
So let’s just go straight home.
There are some moments, like in the movies-
Violins playing …Two candles melt in one flame-
And part again.
Break
Two candles melt in one flame-
And part again.
We’ve had our Paris, next Rome and Athens
Beautiful friendship!
My favorite love scene is each day , I live with you!
Break
My favorite love scene is each day , I live with you!
Written on a long bike ride around the lake near Irene’s …hybrid themes from our travels, movie Casablanca…and on the album an intro from Herman Hopfield’s “As Time Goes By”…”You must remember this…
You could be Ingrid; I could be Bogey
This could be Paris, but it’s late -
So let’s just go straight home.
There are some moments, like in the movies-
Violins playing …Two candles melt in one flame-
And part again.
Break
Two candles melt in one flame-
And part again.
We’ve had our Paris, next Rome and Athens
Beautiful friendship!
My favorite love scene is each day , I live with you!
Break
My favorite love scene is each day , I live with you!
You Just Made My Day
You Just Made My Day - © 1979 E tuning 1/6/79 Juri St SF
(During our fabulous 10 month “El Dorado “ trip with Joe, staying in San Franciso pursuing my obsession to be “nearly famous” I was reseaching how to make an album, writing lots of songs, seeking out places to play …went to auditon at the Purple Onion (I think) some pretty well known folkies had played there in its heyday…I really did wear that 3 piece corderoy suit , played a couple of my tunes and the manager said that’s nice, but do you know any well known tunes by other people because people come in here to have a drink, and they want ot hear music they know …I really just wanted to promote my own tunes , said thanks ,headed to the bus and sat down dejectedly and….
Well I was bussing on downtown, felt like I was going nowhere,
When a lady turned around to me, and smilingly declared-
She said- You look lovely, in that 3 piece corderoy (and I did!)
I replied instantly - You have cheared this needy boy!
Chorus - (Don’t you know that you-)
You just made my day
You just made my day- Thank you very much!
You just made my day- You must made my day!
Well pursue your daily regimen -be loving all the way-
A good word , a smile,a helping hand-
Will just make somebody’s day /say-
Chorus..You just made my day -with your very touch
-thank you oh so much-
-thanks I needed that
You just made my day!
So what - no company/organization answered my pitch for that song for its anthem….I played it with SeaBright and so many times for a songwriting exemplar for my students, with Rick and Kris at the Christmas Visiting Musicians Association …from nursing homes to ,hospital rooms ,classrooms, shelters, living rooms,parties -it’s a happy sing-a-long with a basic loving message , the more guitars and voices the better!
(During our fabulous 10 month “El Dorado “ trip with Joe, staying in San Franciso pursuing my obsession to be “nearly famous” I was reseaching how to make an album, writing lots of songs, seeking out places to play …went to auditon at the Purple Onion (I think) some pretty well known folkies had played there in its heyday…I really did wear that 3 piece corderoy suit , played a couple of my tunes and the manager said that’s nice, but do you know any well known tunes by other people because people come in here to have a drink, and they want ot hear music they know …I really just wanted to promote my own tunes , said thanks ,headed to the bus and sat down dejectedly and….
Well I was bussing on downtown, felt like I was going nowhere,
When a lady turned around to me, and smilingly declared-
She said- You look lovely, in that 3 piece corderoy (and I did!)
I replied instantly - You have cheared this needy boy!
Chorus - (Don’t you know that you-)
You just made my day
You just made my day- Thank you very much!
You just made my day- You must made my day!
Well pursue your daily regimen -be loving all the way-
A good word , a smile,a helping hand-
Will just make somebody’s day /say-
Chorus..You just made my day -with your very touch
-thank you oh so much-
-thanks I needed that
You just made my day!
So what - no company/organization answered my pitch for that song for its anthem….I played it with SeaBright and so many times for a songwriting exemplar for my students, with Rick and Kris at the Christmas Visiting Musicians Association …from nursing homes to ,hospital rooms ,classrooms, shelters, living rooms,parties -it’s a happy sing-a-long with a basic loving message , the more guitars and voices the better!
Wishes and Horses
Wishes and Horses- (c) Dec.21.1976
D/ G A G A D Bm
As I remember the saying “if wishes were horses, beggars would ride” I first heard from my Mom or Gram...and we were down at a pond in Myles Standish ,Joe,5 or 6, was playing in the water,I was reading and watching from the shore and a mother brought her kids along to swim- one, maybe with cerebral palsy was in a wheelchair and watched as everyone elsewent into the water...and he lifted his head to watch as a large bird sailed over the treetops ...a tableau to me of the unfairness of life’s lottery ...so the words and music came quickly together -using the race and
ticket and dream themes. it’s probably the saddest ,”darkest” song of the several hundred I wrote- but it’s true, and one thing I always am is aware and grateful for the wonderful good fortune I have every day of my life. My Dad, metaphysical in his own special way, said that this was the best song I wrote and should have been on the album...
Pick your pony to carry your fortune
up to the wire.
She’s your only chance for changing
last across the line...
*************
Chorus-
If wishes were horses then beggars would ride-
If dreaming was doing we’d all do just fine.
And if hoping was having we’d have all that we’d need-
Bur wishes aren’t horses - and they never will be....
***********
Lucky tickets- hopeful holders
wave up and down.
When it’s over- it always is
they lie torn upon the ground...
**********
Chorus
We are dreamers who are looking
for one sure thing-
With our inside information-
nothing ventured, nothing gained..
Chorus-
If wishes were horses then beggars would ride...
But wishes aren’t horses and they never will be... and they never will be....
D/ G A G A D Bm
As I remember the saying “if wishes were horses, beggars would ride” I first heard from my Mom or Gram...and we were down at a pond in Myles Standish ,Joe,5 or 6, was playing in the water,I was reading and watching from the shore and a mother brought her kids along to swim- one, maybe with cerebral palsy was in a wheelchair and watched as everyone elsewent into the water...and he lifted his head to watch as a large bird sailed over the treetops ...a tableau to me of the unfairness of life’s lottery ...so the words and music came quickly together -using the race and
ticket and dream themes. it’s probably the saddest ,”darkest” song of the several hundred I wrote- but it’s true, and one thing I always am is aware and grateful for the wonderful good fortune I have every day of my life. My Dad, metaphysical in his own special way, said that this was the best song I wrote and should have been on the album...
Pick your pony to carry your fortune
up to the wire.
She’s your only chance for changing
last across the line...
*************
Chorus-
If wishes were horses then beggars would ride-
If dreaming was doing we’d all do just fine.
And if hoping was having we’d have all that we’d need-
Bur wishes aren’t horses - and they never will be....
***********
Lucky tickets- hopeful holders
wave up and down.
When it’s over- it always is
they lie torn upon the ground...
**********
Chorus
We are dreamers who are looking
for one sure thing-
With our inside information-
nothing ventured, nothing gained..
Chorus-
If wishes were horses then beggars would ride...
But wishes aren’t horses and they never will be... and they never will be....
Maisy
Maisy
everything I wrote/write is really just listening and remembering and organizing experiences,mine/ours/others....This was a gift to Bob in memory of his last visit in California to his dear Mom..who died shortly after he returned home. There is a very simple, essential and powerful truth to this song....
C Fm7 C G
C Fm7
C G C
Chorus F C
Am Dm7 G
C Fm7
C G C
Maisy, while you were sleeping
I kept watch at your side .
Recalling the words you gave me
to save me and be my guide...
Chorus
Light your corner, tend your garden,
do what good you can do .
The world can hold such beauty -
to thine own self be true.
They called me one week later
to tell me you had gone-
But you’ll never ever leave me-
Wherever I am ,there you are!
Chorus
Light your corner, tend your garden
do what good yoiu can do!
Maisy this world is crazy-
but better for the beauty of you...
but better for the love of you!
everything I wrote/write is really just listening and remembering and organizing experiences,mine/ours/others....This was a gift to Bob in memory of his last visit in California to his dear Mom..who died shortly after he returned home. There is a very simple, essential and powerful truth to this song....
C Fm7 C G
C Fm7
C G C
Chorus F C
Am Dm7 G
C Fm7
C G C
Maisy, while you were sleeping
I kept watch at your side .
Recalling the words you gave me
to save me and be my guide...
Chorus
Light your corner, tend your garden,
do what good you can do .
The world can hold such beauty -
to thine own self be true.
They called me one week later
to tell me you had gone-
But you’ll never ever leave me-
Wherever I am ,there you are!
Chorus
Light your corner, tend your garden
do what good yoiu can do!
Maisy this world is crazy-
but better for the beauty of you...
but better for the love of you!
Sunday, March 20, 2011
For Cynthia
For Cynthia
A tender love ballad, written in E tuning, 5/7/79 at I-A Juri St in San Franciso…
The world outside our window is all hushed and shadowed,
A siren song trails away.
Another page is written, on the journey taken,
And with a sigh I turn to you.
And I put my arms around you
As I have each night for years,
with whispered love and grateful tears.
All around are stories, tragedies and glories,
Romances and loves’ labor lost.
Day by day we’re giving
A love full of living-
One that flows and grows and lasts.
And I put my arms around you,
As I will for all our years,
And whisper love -
For Cynthia,
For Cynthia…
A tender love ballad, written in E tuning, 5/7/79 at I-A Juri St in San Franciso…
The world outside our window is all hushed and shadowed,
A siren song trails away.
Another page is written, on the journey taken,
And with a sigh I turn to you.
And I put my arms around you
As I have each night for years,
with whispered love and grateful tears.
All around are stories, tragedies and glories,
Romances and loves’ labor lost.
Day by day we’re giving
A love full of living-
One that flows and grows and lasts.
And I put my arms around you,
As I will for all our years,
And whisper love -
For Cynthia,
For Cynthia…
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