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 …
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