#211 1001 Nights: LYRICS: Waters Come Down
One Thousand And One Nights
Reply |Kathleen Everitt to deborah, Dennis, Kevin
Deb, Here's the one about the Waterfalls of the Columbia River Gorge,
that I think you might have the song-for!...If not, pass it on, pass
it on!!! (But, I hope you do!....)
COLUMBIA RIVER WATERS COME DOWN
CHORUS:
I have been rockin' on Waters all evenin'
Been rockin' on Waters now most of my days
Waters come down, Baby, down come the Waters
Waterfalls have their ways - they have their ways
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Have you noticed, Baby, I am the fallin' one
Fallin' and fallin' - most often: for you...
Just like a Waterfall bringin' on all them
Positive bits: meanin': no, don't be blue:
Give me some big rocks - green wet mosses -
Salamanders - leafed ferns whisping to the sky...
Give me some sweet spray - stone bridge - fir trees -
A pool to splash high into - I'll fall right on by....
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CHORUS
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No body's countin' the flows of these Waters -
Every cloud that ever was is fallin' into me:
I am lovin' tumblin' on over, over, over -
There's no way to fathom the Lovin' in me...
You be the Stream goin' down to the River -
I'll be the Waters feedin' your flow -
I'll keep on fallin', Baby, into your WaterWays:
I'll go as far as you're willin' to go....
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CHORUS
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11/28/11
COLUMBIA RIVER WATERS COME DOWN is a tribute to the great happiness I've had in the Columbia River Gorge north of Portland, Oregon: over and over and over and over...I believe its Song may be known by Debbie Kuhl Wendt: but, that's for her and these lyrics to decide...in the between-times: the Waterfalls spring over their rims..down into their Pools below...splash into their Streams...flow down to the Columbia River....down, down, down to the Great Pacific Sea...they are Home.....
11/16/11
SONG FOR FORTY SOME YEARS OF TOM WAITS is my date with destiny betwixt me and Tom: we'll meet another time and place...I just know it! meantimes, somebody better find these Lyrics their Song, or they just won't get sung, folks...that would be such a shame - don't ya think?!....
SONG FOR FORTY-SOME YEARS OF TOM WAITS
CHORUS:
I'm like the mermaid who rhumbas for ya, Baby -
I've a mean tarantella that'll make your feet ring -
I ain't afraid of no juke joint stomp -
For the great Tom Waits I'd dance to most anything...
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Drownin' in a Madrigal and bawlin' through some lullaby:
I just gotta say the man brings on a fine, fine song...
It's what - twenty vinyls now - he just keeps agoin' -
Real Gone songs "grew up hard" all along...
For a rovin' Song Man it's A Long Way Home -
And he ain't even trying to Hold Back Spring...
He's a roust-about Brawler with a Kerouac Beat -
He can bring through The Song about any old thing....
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CHORUS
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I ain't no Orphan Child - but if I was one
I could sing tough ballads like Tom Waits can do -
I can love them Shiney Things - can growl like Leadbelly -
I can sing of melancholy - trainwrecks goin' on through -
But I can't do them country-blues all streaked with jazz riffs
With gravelly heart and full-up soul to sing away my fears -
And still be damn good - and tell strange tales all-along ...
Not all-along...no, not for all them years....
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CHORUS
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CHORUS:
I'm like the mermaid who rhumbas for ya, Baby -
I've a mean tarantella that'll make your feet ring -
I ain't afraid of no juke joint stomp -
For the great Tom Waits I'd dance to most anything...
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Drownin' in a Madrigal and bawlin' through some lullaby:
I just gotta say the man brings on a fine, fine song...
It's what - twenty vinyls now - he just keeps agoin' -
Real Gone songs "grew up hard" all along...
For a rovin' Song Man it's A Long Way Home -
And he ain't even trying to Hold Back Spring...
He's a roust-about Brawler with a Kerouac Beat -
He can bring through The Song about any old thing....
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CHORUS
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I ain't no Orphan Child - but if I was one
I could sing tough ballads like Tom Waits can do -
I can love them Shiney Things - can growl like Leadbelly -
I can sing of melancholy - trainwrecks goin' on through -
But I can't do them country-blues all streaked with jazz riffs
With gravelly heart and full-up soul to sing away my fears -
And still be damn good - and tell strange tales all-along ...
Not all-along...no, not for all them years....
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CHORUS
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11/14/11
NEVER BE THE LIKES OF YOU are Lyrics to thank a friend to so many of us who love Local Music and Song in the East Bay of the San Francisco Bay Area: Kevin Radley is wonderful in his generosity with Song; Music Arrangements/Gigs/Songs/support for others/ and all-time kindness and fun! I hope he'll find the Song for these lyrics...if not, of course, he will graciously let them go like a bird freed into the skies!....
#208 1001 Nights: LYRICS: NEVER BE THE LIKES OF YOU
Reply |Kathleen Everitt to Kevin, Dennis
Kevin: here's the song...the guy is based very loosely on you, since I
don't know you well enough to write a song you might relate to as
being more true to your character as a person...I thought maybe you
could hear its song some way...any way, they're yours if you want
them...I'll post them on the blog anyways, either way you decide and
all...
Your Friend,
Kat
NEVER BE THE LIKES OF YOU
I could be your brother and your best friend true -
I might be your loved one or your lover man too -
I suspect I can listen just as easy as I sing -
I believe you could trust me in most anything...
But I won't be your fool tho I act like a clown:
That's just to bring a laugh there for ya
When you're feelin' down...
I won't be your boss man - I won't be your King -
I'll try not lie about every damn thing....
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CHORUS:
You can really hold me - I'll hold you right back -
I might give you anything I have that you might lack -
But I won't give my soul or all of my heart...
Hope that's enough, Woman...
Hope that's enough...
Hope I'm enough, My Darlin':
True....
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I've played up on this Stage of Life with passion and with song -
Strummed these guitars through good times gone so wrong -
Welcomed in good mornin's and some wild nights too -
Never tried to love so hard with anyone but you...
And I won't let you down though the moon's gone black:
I swear to you my darlin' Woman: I will bring it back...
I'll make the sun go shinin' and lots of rainbows too:
I'm a man full of heart songs - sing most of them for you....
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CHORUS
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Reply |Kathleen Everitt to Kevin, Dennis
Kevin: here's the song...the guy is based very loosely on you, since I
don't know you well enough to write a song you might relate to as
being more true to your character as a person...I thought maybe you
could hear its song some way...any way, they're yours if you want
them...I'll post them on the blog anyways, either way you decide and
all...
Your Friend,
Kat
NEVER BE THE LIKES OF YOU
I could be your brother and your best friend true -
I might be your loved one or your lover man too -
I suspect I can listen just as easy as I sing -
I believe you could trust me in most anything...
But I won't be your fool tho I act like a clown:
That's just to bring a laugh there for ya
When you're feelin' down...
I won't be your boss man - I won't be your King -
I'll try not lie about every damn thing....
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CHORUS:
You can really hold me - I'll hold you right back -
I might give you anything I have that you might lack -
But I won't give my soul or all of my heart...
Hope that's enough, Woman...
Hope that's enough...
Hope I'm enough, My Darlin':
True....
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I've played up on this Stage of Life with passion and with song -
Strummed these guitars through good times gone so wrong -
Welcomed in good mornin's and some wild nights too -
Never tried to love so hard with anyone but you...
And I won't let you down though the moon's gone black:
I swear to you my darlin' Woman: I will bring it back...
I'll make the sun go shinin' and lots of rainbows too:
I'm a man full of heart songs - sing most of them for you....
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CHORUS
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11/12/11
THANKS GIVING is NOT-Lyrics...it's an 'offering' for the time inbetween Veteran's Day and Thanksgiving...between 'War' and 'Peace'...between one man and his little family her in the United States of America...It's my offering of Thanks-Giving: for all of us in these times....
THANKSGIVING...
he was going to be leaving her again. all day the kids had been naughty and restless. they always knew when he was going to leave. kids just could sniff out the tension in the air like crazy. it made them crazy for sure. they even had a food-throwing fight right at the table. Kit had a fit about that. you kids are going straight to bed in an hour! that's it! I've had it!...stuff like that. yes. it was definitely a Dad's-Going-Away- kind of night. he felt suddenly trapped in the sad sameness of it all. these returns to war were bad. take the Leave. then war. R and R. then war. on and on. it was crazy-making for every single body he knew.
Kit was the worst of course. she was always so brave about it. her lips had gotten thinner over time. from holding her trap shut. not saying all the anger and sadness that was inside of her. because it wouldn't do any good at all. but it was tearing her apart. over and over and over and over. she never even shed one tear. as they say. shed one tear. not in front of him. but Sally was only six. she didn't know how not to tell. so she told him: Mama cries every night. Daddy. you need to be home every night. else Mama will just cry every night... he tried to tell her about how Daddy had to be a soldier for America. to keep America free. but Sally wasn't buying that one bit: Mama's crying... she made her voice firm so he'd get it. he got it... and the boy. Jake. he was only four. he would be really quiet when Daddy first came home. for a long time. then he'd start to play again. and laugh. they were starting to play ball together. the kid could really catch and throw. he loved to watch baseball and football games with his Daddy. but when Daddy was gone...Kit told him: he never plays with the balls or watches the games when you're gone. that made him feel even worse.
Deployments were the same word as Nightmares. get your gear in order. pack up. go down to the base. finish the paper work. get checked over. get the flight set up. go back home. say good bye to the folks. say good bye to friends. say good bye to the kids lightly: Daddy will be gone for a little bit again. to work as a soldier again. but I'll be back. I'll be back. I'll be back....not say good bye to Kit at all. she finally had said it at the third Deployment: I should'of married that rodeo guy. then all I'd have to worry about would be broken bones and him getting tanked on the pay before he came home. at least we'd have the trophies on the wall...so he stopped saying good bye. he's kiss her lightly and pat her fanny. say: see you. take care. be well. give my love to the kids every night and every morning. big kisses and hugs to you. I'll skype you soon as I can....her lips would get tight like that. she'd say: OK Pete. just that: OK Pete. just OK....
being back to the War was always really really terrible. not one guy said one word of that tho. they just wouldn't look at eachother's faces. much less in eachother's eyes. never would. there was nothing to say. they all had chewed-up hearts. souls out of reach. for sure. losses and pains that were just going to fester for years. if not forever. what was there to say about that? same old same old....orders. more orders. some rest. some food. some sleep. some cards. skype the wife. maybe the kids too: Daddy's fine. I'm well. how are you doing honey? how was the ball game? you didn't go? go next time with Uncle Joe. OK? go for Daddy. tell me about the game. tell me more about your picture. Sal. Sally is Daddy's Girl! Daddy loves you...did you pay that bill? Kit? are you OK? how is Ma? and Dad? well. got to go. bye...same old same old. he always had a real hunger to see them on the video screen. the hunger stayed while he was talking with them looking hard at them. then they were off line. and he was hungry again. worse than before.
he had been listening to winter warrior tapes lately. his buddy had brought them back. kind-of snuck them in a movie DVD. all guys talking about how all these deployments had messed up their lives. and their wives's lives. and their kid's lives. every single body in their life was all caught up in this deadening drama. it was like some lousy soap opera. only it so desperate. so very real. so very real. guys dying. dead. getting maimed. orders coming. go here. stay there. kill here. guard there. stand here. run there. rest. up. eat. shower. kill. rest. pack. carry. drive. kill. eat. sleep. skype the wife and kids. watch the movie. next order. it just kept going on. and going on. and going on. all the stuff they never talked about while deployed. never. Pete didn't know what to make of it. was it betrayal to see how they felt? they were out of the action. winter soldiers. all gray. older. trying to rebuild their lives stateside. were they traitors? lots of them had bad injuries. they were living in the VA hospitals more than at home. not much sense in being at home anyway. that's what one of them said. they all look at me like I'm a zombie. or some cartoon. like in a video game. what was it like over there? damn. what do they expect me to say?....Pete wondered what it would be like if he could get out. his tour of duty was going to be over soon...what would he say....he wondered if any one would call him a winter soldier. he doubted that. for sure.
he was terribly tired. terribly tired.. not being able to ever tell the truth about his life. that really hurt... having people looking at him like he was an alien. that really hurt too. the people they were supposed to be helping. the people they were supposed to be hurting. killing. the people at home they were supposed to be still loving somehow. did still love somehow. whatever love meant. trying to still believe that God cared. about him specifically. praying that God was taking care of his wife and his kids. which he personally wasn't doing. since he wasn't there. and mainly. mainly: trying to be human. pretending that he was some sort of special human. who could live like this over and over again. and still come out very human. and loving too. and loved too. as if....
there were some nice people there the last time he got off of the plane. coming home for leave. they were all pretty old. wearing caps and jackets with American flags on them. really kind people. they shook his hand kindly. thank you for serving America. we sure do appreciate what you've done...he thanked them right back... for coming out to welcome us home. it was three in the morning. some of these old folks had gotten up at one or so. just to come and welcome them home. it was odd. but sort of cool...only no one was there to say good bye when they left though. it was quiet. no one standing there to shake his hand and say: so long. don't get your self killed. come home in one piece. you hear? soldier?...he had to laugh to himself. wouldn't that be something? you'all come back in one piece now! you hear?....had to laugh....
these orders were going to not be so bad. he wouldn't be home this Thanksgiving coming up. but he was going to get to come home for Christmas. he had been able to tell Kit that. only this year she didn't look too hopeful and excited about that. she was just kind. she just said: I hope so. Pete. I sure hope so... well. she was a good Service Wife. never complained. but she was sure on her last legs over this marriage. she was running to whole show for too long. well. better not to dwell on that so much. there was work to do. it was night when they got onto the base. some of the guys were there. others were not. of course. some of them were out of their tours for good. arguing their own argument with their families at home. about how they were going to fit back in and all. some of them were still in the VA system getting care for head stuff or wounds and stuff. others were just dead. none of them talked about the the just-dead-ones. they just all pulled out the cigs and lit up. end of discussion. so. this would be his fifth Thanksgiving away from home. hopefully his last. he was thinking of leaving these good ol' armed services. before his time up would be settled for him. by some sniper. or some maneuver he just would be in-the -way-of. the wrong time in the wrong place. it was getting to seem pretty random. all told....
Halloween came and went. he saw the kids in their costumes. Kit made them their little costumes. per usual. really cute. Sal was Mary Had A Little Lamb. with a stuffed lamb. Jake was a GI Joe. he stood with his sturdy little legs apart and looked tough for his Daddy on skype. his Daddy saluted him right back. Kit was being all cheerful. saying sweet stuff... he was actually really bummed after that skype. it had been way too good. like a show put on for him. didn't feel real. he guessed it was as real as things were going to be for awhile tho. he hadn't had more than a short phone call since then.
now it was Thanksgiving. he got into the skype line early. with all the other guys with kids. the single guys had to wait. of course. the kids came first. he was starting to get hungry for some turkey. somehow they were going to have turkey today. that was the rumor anyway. they were pretty far from the base. but living on rumors like that was cool. gave Pete something to dwell on. he found himself saying dwell-on a lot lately. several guys had teased him about it: Pete's dwellin' on somethin'... that's what they'd say when he seemed far away. it actually wasn't good to be far away for long. you could lose your edge. which you needed to always have. your edge...
everything was kind in a mess at home. when he finally got through to them. Kit was irritated about her bird. it was already too dry. she was going over to his parent's for the day. she had insisted on doing the turkey this year. but she had slept through one of the basting times. or something like that. so the turkey was getting too dry. Pete had no idea what to say about that. Jake was whining about something or other. Pete told him to act like a man. which sounded pretty stupid to say to a little kid. but what the hell. this wasn't the contact he had been hungry for. for like weeks. Sally was sweet tho. you're Daddy's little sweetheart? right? right? she said yep... yep! she used to tell him she was going to marry him. after mama would get unmarried to him. now she didn't say that anymore. she had slipped out of that stage of things without him even being there. he sure was missing damn near everything. he didn't even ask Jake anything about ball playing or ball games. what the hell was the use...Kit got back on. well. we're going to go with the damn old turkey just the way it is. it's just the way it is. you OK? Pete? we love you. we miss you. we wish you were here. I wish you were here to tease your Ma. to tell her we missed basting the turkey because we were too busy making love. like you usually gave her as an excuse. wish you were here to do that for me...sure. Pete laughed for the first time: I wish I was there to do that too. I really do. babe. I really do...
so that was it. no body mentioned turkey the rest of the day. because the turkey never came. not even canned stuff. it had gotten rerouted somewheres else. figured. they had good food though. way better than the usual. it had been a quiet day really. way too quiet for where they were. it always happened: the enemy knew when the holidays were. hoped that they were all drunk or overfed or preoccupied or something. maybe it was better not to have turkey. made you sleepy anyway. some of them were napping. some just listened for the scores of the Thanksgiving games. that was the only thing preoccupying some of them. then all hell came down.
the enemy wasn't even supposed to have had a clue about their position. that's how secret this whole maneuver had been. well. guess not. they knew everything about everything apparently. they were all over them. all about them. there was the usual quick quick shuffle. they all knew the routine. they were covering here and playing-through all over the place there. everything was going A-1. but they sure were taking a licking anyway. all hell coming through. all hell to pay. so. Pete got hit.
he knew it was going to happen. these kind of stories always have someone getting hit. not an easy scene to miss. when you're in action: it's war. somebody is always getting hit. wounded. or dying. or dead...Pete didn't feel the hit. that was bad. he couldn't move. so it was some nerves somewhere in his body. maybe his spine. this was not good. he had often thought: better dead than in some wheelchair for life. not being able to move. and here he was. not feeling a thing. some men checking on him: you OK? shite no... OK man. we'll get you out of here... sure man. don't worry about me. go kick butt... men flying past him. men who could still move. he felt fear growing. couldn't even move one muscle yet. this was way not good at all. way bad bad bad. he tried to stay alert. but stuff was fading. he heard some kids singing. that couldn't be right. it was getting dark. for real. and all around him too. it was OK right now not to feel anything. better than pain. maybe better than pain. then he was out.
he came-to crying hard. he was feeling pain now for sure. here. there. everywhere. he was in transport tho. that part was good. he wasn't dead or nothin'. not yet. maybe it was good he was feeling pain. only he still felt like he couldn't move. he could see that the damn IV was in the vein wrong. his arm was puffing up from fluid. he got some guy over to fix that pronto. asked where he had been hit... do you really want to know?.. well shite. not now. not when you say it like that. sure dude. tell me...spine. upper spine. you feelin' a thing?...yep.here and there...well. good sign. just rest now. you hear? ...yes. I hear. that's one thing I can do. and see. and speak. but I'm willing to bet that I'm peeing all over my self. cuz I can smell it. but I can't feel a thing down there...best to pass out again. Pete tried that...nothing happened.....
all he could think of was how he was out of this war now. there was going to be the VA for months and years and stuff. Kit was going to have to take care of him. Jake was going to have to play ball with Joe forever. his uncle Joe. who would be just-like-a-second-dad for him. he was going to have to wheel himself down the aisle to take Sally down it for her wedding day. there'd be a tear in one or two eyes. Kit would talk about divorce. Kit would leave when the kids left. he'd go live with Joe. who never had married. Joe would get paid by the VA for being his attendant and all. Pete would get a clerk job. he would stay working for Uncle Sam...he would be a real soldier still. not a winter soldier. he decided never to complain.
after all. he's the one who had picked this. the buck stopped with him. it was all his doing. nobody else was to blame. war was war. he'd hang out with other service people. not with the vets at some corner bar. with the people still serving. not giving up on America. not saying no. simply because he couldn't feel below the chest. couldn't move below the waist. he wasn't alone here. lots of others like him. Joe would help him get his uniform on every morning. there was a lot to do on the base. he was part of it all...Pete could see it. it would be just that way...
Pete started counting his blessings. what he was thankful for. he gave thanks to God that he was alive. that the enemy hadn't killed him. the way he had hoped for. now he didn't feel like that. he was glad he was still alive. at least he could be with family for a long time. before the kids would leave the nest. before the marriage would finally crumble. he'd have friends and work. care from the government. for the rest of his days. there was surely a lot to be thankful for.
there sure was. wasn't there?....he found he could turn his neck a little. just like he had been hoping. and his right arm a little too. he waved a bit at the medic nearby: hey dude! sir! can you tell me: is it still Thanksgiving Day?...no man. it's the day after. just an ordinary regular old day in this man's war!...thanks man. thanks for helping me... thanks for me still not being dead. thanks for going home. going home...
going home.
I'm giving thanks here.
giving thanks
giving thanks
going home...
Pete closed his eyes.
sighed just one time...
and fell asleep....
he was going to be leaving her again. all day the kids had been naughty and restless. they always knew when he was going to leave. kids just could sniff out the tension in the air like crazy. it made them crazy for sure. they even had a food-throwing fight right at the table. Kit had a fit about that. you kids are going straight to bed in an hour! that's it! I've had it!...stuff like that. yes. it was definitely a Dad's-Going-Away- kind of night. he felt suddenly trapped in the sad sameness of it all. these returns to war were bad. take the Leave. then war. R and R. then war. on and on. it was crazy-making for every single body he knew.
Kit was the worst of course. she was always so brave about it. her lips had gotten thinner over time. from holding her trap shut. not saying all the anger and sadness that was inside of her. because it wouldn't do any good at all. but it was tearing her apart. over and over and over and over. she never even shed one tear. as they say. shed one tear. not in front of him. but Sally was only six. she didn't know how not to tell. so she told him: Mama cries every night. Daddy. you need to be home every night. else Mama will just cry every night... he tried to tell her about how Daddy had to be a soldier for America. to keep America free. but Sally wasn't buying that one bit: Mama's crying... she made her voice firm so he'd get it. he got it... and the boy. Jake. he was only four. he would be really quiet when Daddy first came home. for a long time. then he'd start to play again. and laugh. they were starting to play ball together. the kid could really catch and throw. he loved to watch baseball and football games with his Daddy. but when Daddy was gone...Kit told him: he never plays with the balls or watches the games when you're gone. that made him feel even worse.
Deployments were the same word as Nightmares. get your gear in order. pack up. go down to the base. finish the paper work. get checked over. get the flight set up. go back home. say good bye to the folks. say good bye to friends. say good bye to the kids lightly: Daddy will be gone for a little bit again. to work as a soldier again. but I'll be back. I'll be back. I'll be back....not say good bye to Kit at all. she finally had said it at the third Deployment: I should'of married that rodeo guy. then all I'd have to worry about would be broken bones and him getting tanked on the pay before he came home. at least we'd have the trophies on the wall...so he stopped saying good bye. he's kiss her lightly and pat her fanny. say: see you. take care. be well. give my love to the kids every night and every morning. big kisses and hugs to you. I'll skype you soon as I can....her lips would get tight like that. she'd say: OK Pete. just that: OK Pete. just OK....
being back to the War was always really really terrible. not one guy said one word of that tho. they just wouldn't look at eachother's faces. much less in eachother's eyes. never would. there was nothing to say. they all had chewed-up hearts. souls out of reach. for sure. losses and pains that were just going to fester for years. if not forever. what was there to say about that? same old same old....orders. more orders. some rest. some food. some sleep. some cards. skype the wife. maybe the kids too: Daddy's fine. I'm well. how are you doing honey? how was the ball game? you didn't go? go next time with Uncle Joe. OK? go for Daddy. tell me about the game. tell me more about your picture. Sal. Sally is Daddy's Girl! Daddy loves you...did you pay that bill? Kit? are you OK? how is Ma? and Dad? well. got to go. bye...same old same old. he always had a real hunger to see them on the video screen. the hunger stayed while he was talking with them looking hard at them. then they were off line. and he was hungry again. worse than before.
he had been listening to winter warrior tapes lately. his buddy had brought them back. kind-of snuck them in a movie DVD. all guys talking about how all these deployments had messed up their lives. and their wives's lives. and their kid's lives. every single body in their life was all caught up in this deadening drama. it was like some lousy soap opera. only it so desperate. so very real. so very real. guys dying. dead. getting maimed. orders coming. go here. stay there. kill here. guard there. stand here. run there. rest. up. eat. shower. kill. rest. pack. carry. drive. kill. eat. sleep. skype the wife and kids. watch the movie. next order. it just kept going on. and going on. and going on. all the stuff they never talked about while deployed. never. Pete didn't know what to make of it. was it betrayal to see how they felt? they were out of the action. winter soldiers. all gray. older. trying to rebuild their lives stateside. were they traitors? lots of them had bad injuries. they were living in the VA hospitals more than at home. not much sense in being at home anyway. that's what one of them said. they all look at me like I'm a zombie. or some cartoon. like in a video game. what was it like over there? damn. what do they expect me to say?....Pete wondered what it would be like if he could get out. his tour of duty was going to be over soon...what would he say....he wondered if any one would call him a winter soldier. he doubted that. for sure.
he was terribly tired. terribly tired.. not being able to ever tell the truth about his life. that really hurt... having people looking at him like he was an alien. that really hurt too. the people they were supposed to be helping. the people they were supposed to be hurting. killing. the people at home they were supposed to be still loving somehow. did still love somehow. whatever love meant. trying to still believe that God cared. about him specifically. praying that God was taking care of his wife and his kids. which he personally wasn't doing. since he wasn't there. and mainly. mainly: trying to be human. pretending that he was some sort of special human. who could live like this over and over again. and still come out very human. and loving too. and loved too. as if....
there were some nice people there the last time he got off of the plane. coming home for leave. they were all pretty old. wearing caps and jackets with American flags on them. really kind people. they shook his hand kindly. thank you for serving America. we sure do appreciate what you've done...he thanked them right back... for coming out to welcome us home. it was three in the morning. some of these old folks had gotten up at one or so. just to come and welcome them home. it was odd. but sort of cool...only no one was there to say good bye when they left though. it was quiet. no one standing there to shake his hand and say: so long. don't get your self killed. come home in one piece. you hear? soldier?...he had to laugh to himself. wouldn't that be something? you'all come back in one piece now! you hear?....had to laugh....
these orders were going to not be so bad. he wouldn't be home this Thanksgiving coming up. but he was going to get to come home for Christmas. he had been able to tell Kit that. only this year she didn't look too hopeful and excited about that. she was just kind. she just said: I hope so. Pete. I sure hope so... well. she was a good Service Wife. never complained. but she was sure on her last legs over this marriage. she was running to whole show for too long. well. better not to dwell on that so much. there was work to do. it was night when they got onto the base. some of the guys were there. others were not. of course. some of them were out of their tours for good. arguing their own argument with their families at home. about how they were going to fit back in and all. some of them were still in the VA system getting care for head stuff or wounds and stuff. others were just dead. none of them talked about the the just-dead-ones. they just all pulled out the cigs and lit up. end of discussion. so. this would be his fifth Thanksgiving away from home. hopefully his last. he was thinking of leaving these good ol' armed services. before his time up would be settled for him. by some sniper. or some maneuver he just would be in-the -way-of. the wrong time in the wrong place. it was getting to seem pretty random. all told....
Halloween came and went. he saw the kids in their costumes. Kit made them their little costumes. per usual. really cute. Sal was Mary Had A Little Lamb. with a stuffed lamb. Jake was a GI Joe. he stood with his sturdy little legs apart and looked tough for his Daddy on skype. his Daddy saluted him right back. Kit was being all cheerful. saying sweet stuff... he was actually really bummed after that skype. it had been way too good. like a show put on for him. didn't feel real. he guessed it was as real as things were going to be for awhile tho. he hadn't had more than a short phone call since then.
now it was Thanksgiving. he got into the skype line early. with all the other guys with kids. the single guys had to wait. of course. the kids came first. he was starting to get hungry for some turkey. somehow they were going to have turkey today. that was the rumor anyway. they were pretty far from the base. but living on rumors like that was cool. gave Pete something to dwell on. he found himself saying dwell-on a lot lately. several guys had teased him about it: Pete's dwellin' on somethin'... that's what they'd say when he seemed far away. it actually wasn't good to be far away for long. you could lose your edge. which you needed to always have. your edge...
everything was kind in a mess at home. when he finally got through to them. Kit was irritated about her bird. it was already too dry. she was going over to his parent's for the day. she had insisted on doing the turkey this year. but she had slept through one of the basting times. or something like that. so the turkey was getting too dry. Pete had no idea what to say about that. Jake was whining about something or other. Pete told him to act like a man. which sounded pretty stupid to say to a little kid. but what the hell. this wasn't the contact he had been hungry for. for like weeks. Sally was sweet tho. you're Daddy's little sweetheart? right? right? she said yep... yep! she used to tell him she was going to marry him. after mama would get unmarried to him. now she didn't say that anymore. she had slipped out of that stage of things without him even being there. he sure was missing damn near everything. he didn't even ask Jake anything about ball playing or ball games. what the hell was the use...Kit got back on. well. we're going to go with the damn old turkey just the way it is. it's just the way it is. you OK? Pete? we love you. we miss you. we wish you were here. I wish you were here to tease your Ma. to tell her we missed basting the turkey because we were too busy making love. like you usually gave her as an excuse. wish you were here to do that for me...sure. Pete laughed for the first time: I wish I was there to do that too. I really do. babe. I really do...
so that was it. no body mentioned turkey the rest of the day. because the turkey never came. not even canned stuff. it had gotten rerouted somewheres else. figured. they had good food though. way better than the usual. it had been a quiet day really. way too quiet for where they were. it always happened: the enemy knew when the holidays were. hoped that they were all drunk or overfed or preoccupied or something. maybe it was better not to have turkey. made you sleepy anyway. some of them were napping. some just listened for the scores of the Thanksgiving games. that was the only thing preoccupying some of them. then all hell came down.
the enemy wasn't even supposed to have had a clue about their position. that's how secret this whole maneuver had been. well. guess not. they knew everything about everything apparently. they were all over them. all about them. there was the usual quick quick shuffle. they all knew the routine. they were covering here and playing-through all over the place there. everything was going A-1. but they sure were taking a licking anyway. all hell coming through. all hell to pay. so. Pete got hit.
he knew it was going to happen. these kind of stories always have someone getting hit. not an easy scene to miss. when you're in action: it's war. somebody is always getting hit. wounded. or dying. or dead...Pete didn't feel the hit. that was bad. he couldn't move. so it was some nerves somewhere in his body. maybe his spine. this was not good. he had often thought: better dead than in some wheelchair for life. not being able to move. and here he was. not feeling a thing. some men checking on him: you OK? shite no... OK man. we'll get you out of here... sure man. don't worry about me. go kick butt... men flying past him. men who could still move. he felt fear growing. couldn't even move one muscle yet. this was way not good at all. way bad bad bad. he tried to stay alert. but stuff was fading. he heard some kids singing. that couldn't be right. it was getting dark. for real. and all around him too. it was OK right now not to feel anything. better than pain. maybe better than pain. then he was out.
he came-to crying hard. he was feeling pain now for sure. here. there. everywhere. he was in transport tho. that part was good. he wasn't dead or nothin'. not yet. maybe it was good he was feeling pain. only he still felt like he couldn't move. he could see that the damn IV was in the vein wrong. his arm was puffing up from fluid. he got some guy over to fix that pronto. asked where he had been hit... do you really want to know?.. well shite. not now. not when you say it like that. sure dude. tell me...spine. upper spine. you feelin' a thing?...yep.here and there...well. good sign. just rest now. you hear? ...yes. I hear. that's one thing I can do. and see. and speak. but I'm willing to bet that I'm peeing all over my self. cuz I can smell it. but I can't feel a thing down there...best to pass out again. Pete tried that...nothing happened.....
all he could think of was how he was out of this war now. there was going to be the VA for months and years and stuff. Kit was going to have to take care of him. Jake was going to have to play ball with Joe forever. his uncle Joe. who would be just-like-a-second-dad for him. he was going to have to wheel himself down the aisle to take Sally down it for her wedding day. there'd be a tear in one or two eyes. Kit would talk about divorce. Kit would leave when the kids left. he'd go live with Joe. who never had married. Joe would get paid by the VA for being his attendant and all. Pete would get a clerk job. he would stay working for Uncle Sam...he would be a real soldier still. not a winter soldier. he decided never to complain.
after all. he's the one who had picked this. the buck stopped with him. it was all his doing. nobody else was to blame. war was war. he'd hang out with other service people. not with the vets at some corner bar. with the people still serving. not giving up on America. not saying no. simply because he couldn't feel below the chest. couldn't move below the waist. he wasn't alone here. lots of others like him. Joe would help him get his uniform on every morning. there was a lot to do on the base. he was part of it all...Pete could see it. it would be just that way...
Pete started counting his blessings. what he was thankful for. he gave thanks to God that he was alive. that the enemy hadn't killed him. the way he had hoped for. now he didn't feel like that. he was glad he was still alive. at least he could be with family for a long time. before the kids would leave the nest. before the marriage would finally crumble. he'd have friends and work. care from the government. for the rest of his days. there was surely a lot to be thankful for.
there sure was. wasn't there?....he found he could turn his neck a little. just like he had been hoping. and his right arm a little too. he waved a bit at the medic nearby: hey dude! sir! can you tell me: is it still Thanksgiving Day?...no man. it's the day after. just an ordinary regular old day in this man's war!...thanks man. thanks for helping me... thanks for me still not being dead. thanks for going home. going home...
going home.
I'm giving thanks here.
giving thanks
giving thanks
going home...
Pete closed his eyes.
sighed just one time...
and fell asleep....
11/11/11
WRANGLING THE YEARS is lyrics about Lost Loves and the memories, scars, and gains still wrapped in discreet whisps of self-pity and self-worth: we all seem to intwine in such fragments of memory and emotion at times in our recollections...sent these by email, as I sometimes do, to several Songwriters I know...to see if any one of them can hear its Song...if you do: then Sing It!....
WRANGLING THE YEARS is is one of my new ones just up on the Blog, Friends...hope you find time to look through them....there are over twenty up there now...just if you have time, or course! no pressure here, at all! Really!
Love ya,
Kathy
WRANGLING THE YEARS
I've been wrangling the years:
Never give without losin -'
Never gave without bein'
Afraid of the Storms...
Been talkin' past partners
From far ago somewheres:
They never gave somethin'
Without leavin' home....
Chorus
You're my failures - my wins -
My Past and my Future
My unkempt ex-Lovers
Who I left alone...
I've fought with your Memory
Inside and Outside -
I'm really not leaving
Til you're up and gone....
Chorus
You're still awake in
My heart and my head -
I can hear you in mornings...
You haunt me all night -
I'll never forget you:
no matter how often
I wrangle the time warps
They never go right....
CHORUS:
You were some nightmare:
I know I'm just dreamin' -
I hope I grow up and
Forget all the pain:
My past is just lovers
I wrangled with mightily:
The losses were worth it:
My Self was the gain....
Love ya,
Kathy
WRANGLING THE YEARS
I've been wrangling the years:
Never give without losin -'
Never gave without bein'
Afraid of the Storms...
Been talkin' past partners
From far ago somewheres:
They never gave somethin'
Without leavin' home....
Chorus
You're my failures - my wins -
My Past and my Future
My unkempt ex-Lovers
Who I left alone...
I've fought with your Memory
Inside and Outside -
I'm really not leaving
Til you're up and gone....
Chorus
You're still awake in
My heart and my head -
I can hear you in mornings...
You haunt me all night -
I'll never forget you:
no matter how often
I wrangle the time warps
They never go right....
CHORUS:
You were some nightmare:
I know I'm just dreamin' -
I hope I grow up and
Forget all the pain:
My past is just lovers
I wrangled with mightily:
The losses were worth it:
My Self was the gain....
11/10/11
FAIRE L'AMOUR Lyrics is an awkward but heartfelt Love Song in Cajun, which is far more than a dialect in either French or English...Deb Kuhl Wendt is working these lyrics for their Song, so that she can perform them...being that she speaks and sings French beautifully! ....
Faire l'amour is a Song in honor of the love my Dad carried for his dear second wife all of his days. She returned this love full-time and full-heart: and they were very happy for their time together...
My Dad was 'part Cajun'...which meant he saw himself as Cajun. period. That's the way in Southern Louisiana...
'Beb'..my Daddy called his Geraldine this. they were an old couple being in love. so she was his girlfriend in Cajun...they were amourex - in love... This is a song with the few Cajun phrases I vaguely recall....
Laissez les bon temps rouler!
FAIRE L'AMOUR
Ain? beb! dat don matta -
Don matta at all -
We went ro-day
Up and down de bayou...
All de day
Up and down de bayou...
Don matta, beb
not a'tall...
Faire l'amour -
Dat is ma mama!
Ma sweet beb -
She is ma mama!
We went ro-day
bag daer on de bayou -
Don matta, mon cher,
not a'tall...
Da fais-do-do
ca c'est bon ca c'est bon -
Joie de vivre
ca c'est bon ca c'est bon -
Allons allons!
Joie de vivre!
Bon bon temp!
____________________________
have decided I'm going to study some simple Cajun this year - it would be fun, when we get to the Gulf on the Mississippi next year, to speak a bit with the Cajun folk on the river...just ordered a CD and the dictionary to start....can't wait!!!!......
My Dad was 'part Cajun'...which meant he saw himself as Cajun. period. That's the way in Southern Louisiana...
'Beb'..my Daddy called his Geraldine this. they were an old couple being in love. so she was his girlfriend in Cajun...they were amourex - in love... This is a song with the few Cajun phrases I vaguely recall....
Laissez les bon temps rouler!
FAIRE L'AMOUR
Ain? beb! dat don matta -
Don matta at all -
We went ro-day
Up and down de bayou...
All de day
Up and down de bayou...
Don matta, beb
not a'tall...
Faire l'amour -
Dat is ma mama!
Ma sweet beb -
She is ma mama!
We went ro-day
bag daer on de bayou -
Don matta, mon cher,
not a'tall...
Da fais-do-do
ca c'est bon ca c'est bon -
Joie de vivre
ca c'est bon ca c'est bon -
Allons allons!
Joie de vivre!
Bon bon temp!
____________________________
have decided I'm going to study some simple Cajun this year - it would be fun, when we get to the Gulf on the Mississippi next year, to speak a bit with the Cajun folk on the river...just ordered a CD and the dictionary to start....can't wait!!!!......
THE CROOKED ROAD Lyrics are part autobiographical and part fictional: the Songs and Singers the lyrics speak of are most certainly among my Those Who Came Before the songs/singers my three sisters and I represent to this day - all being Singers, as we are...some SongWriter/Singer/Performer surely can hear the Song in these Lyrics, and will do them proud...I hope so: they're all about Americana and the Folk Music of the winds through the grasses by the river....
This is #4 of the 'new ones': bluegrass/old timey: it's partly in my blood from my English and Scots Irish beginnings on the South East coast with the Everitts boating down the Mississippi to the Gulf...so, this song is about the Roads that may have brought them further along their way towards being Louisiana Southerners for generations - through today in my Cousins Charles and Billy Earle and their families...Recall! These are all first drafts of lyrics, these 'new ones' - not the finished-song!...Special thanks to my sister Vicky, for giving me the idea....
THE CROOKED ROAD
Chorus:
This Crooked Road: Blue Ridge
Deep Appalachia
The Wagon Road from far-off
Pennsylvania
The crooked tunes keep bouncing
Off the fiddle
The banjo claws some njoni tune
For Blessin'
__________
My people came from England:
They were pirates -
My people were Scots Irish
From the highlands -
My people were Acadian
From the north seas -
My people were the Welsh
Coal-mining families...
Germans from the Catholic
hilled-Bavaria...
All of them sang songs -
Known for their singin' -
But of them all the
Crooked Road Folk bested
Everyone in poem and tune -
Harmony: made us all to follow:
Singin' People....
__________
Chorus:
__________
So sing of sweet Irene and
Barbry Allen -
Fiddle me in every grassy
Hollar -
Bring me kind njoni tunes
Old Timey -
Drone me Anabaptist hymns
For Daddy -
Right along with Cajun from
Beb's fiddle -
Rock the cradle - bounce the bow
for Mama...
German Road through
Broken-down stills droning -
Winds in Celtic ballads
From North Ireland....
__________
Chorus:
__________
Then down The Crooked Road
I'm finally singin' -
Playin' Wake the Devil
From His Dreamin' -
Listenin' to the cloggin' and
The two-step...
Beatin' out the time to
Tunes of Lovin' -
Then 'bout how Death's
The only Gate to Heaven -
'Bout how all life underneath the
Mountain
Is answered most in Prayer
An 'Gettin' Happy':
Keenin' tunes reflectin' of
Line-singin'
Sung fine in old wood churches
A Capella....
__________
Chorus:
__________
THE CROOKED ROAD
Chorus:
This Crooked Road: Blue Ridge
Deep Appalachia
The Wagon Road from far-off
Pennsylvania
The crooked tunes keep bouncing
Off the fiddle
The banjo claws some njoni tune
For Blessin'
__________
My people came from England:
They were pirates -
My people were Scots Irish
From the highlands -
My people were Acadian
From the north seas -
My people were the Welsh
Coal-mining families...
Germans from the Catholic
hilled-Bavaria...
All of them sang songs -
Known for their singin' -
But of them all the
Crooked Road Folk bested
Everyone in poem and tune -
Harmony: made us all to follow:
Singin' People....
__________
Chorus:
__________
So sing of sweet Irene and
Barbry Allen -
Fiddle me in every grassy
Hollar -
Bring me kind njoni tunes
Old Timey -
Drone me Anabaptist hymns
For Daddy -
Right along with Cajun from
Beb's fiddle -
Rock the cradle - bounce the bow
for Mama...
German Road through
Broken-down stills droning -
Winds in Celtic ballads
From North Ireland....
__________
Chorus:
__________
Then down The Crooked Road
I'm finally singin' -
Playin' Wake the Devil
From His Dreamin' -
Listenin' to the cloggin' and
The two-step...
Beatin' out the time to
Tunes of Lovin' -
Then 'bout how Death's
The only Gate to Heaven -
'Bout how all life underneath the
Mountain
Is answered most in Prayer
An 'Gettin' Happy':
Keenin' tunes reflectin' of
Line-singin'
Sung fine in old wood churches
A Capella....
__________
Chorus:
__________
11/7/11
WIND'S GONE CRAZY are Lyrics selected by Liza Marie Sparks, a Shining Star of a Songwriter and a Natural Performer, whe has my complete respect...a 'plus': she is a Delightful Performer! The Lyrics are from the short story ANOTHER TIME ANOTHER PLACE, which is on the Blog in the Archive for July, I believe...Liza is in the process of recording her Song Arrangement for WIND'S GONE CRAZY...I can hardly wait to hear her perform it for its First Time...the recording will be posted on this Blog, as well...Thank you, Liza!....
gone running off with some floozy from Kansas City. how corny was
that? no doubt the hick biddy wanted to get out of that dead old town for
sure. not that Kansas City hadn't always been good to them both. still
a lot of fans left in Kansas. yes indeed. she wasn't even younger than
Lucky. same ages. all three of them. both born in 1944. just before
the war ended. they hit peace runnin'. had great childhoods. the
beginnin’ of the baby boomers and all. in a thrivin’ country loaded
with country and western fans, by the way. anyways, she was no young
chicken. so why? why? why? must be some old sittin'-on-her-groceries
kind of gal. no good white trash. no doubt. didn't want to dwell on
that one tho….
She's the kind'a woman
Sittin' on her groceries
No-good kind'a woman
Just no-good, can't'cha see
You're blind just all blind
The way some men can be
Can't stop lovin' your kind
Just cuz you stopped lovin' me
Wind's gone crazy
Since you gone away
She's a no-good kind'a woman
That's all that I can say
She's the kind'a woman
Sittin' pretty in the sun
No-good kind'a woman
Full’a booze and full'a fun
You're lost just all lost
The way some men can be
Can't stop wantin' you
Just cuz you stopped wantin' me
Wind's gone crazy
Since you gone away
She's a no-good kind'a woman
That's all that I can say
She be the kind'a woman
Makes hay while she can
No-good kind'a woman
Stealin' man after man
You're gone just all gone
The way some men can be
Can't say goodbye to you
Just cuz you’re good-bye'in me
Wind's gone crazy
Since you far away
She's a no-good kind'a woman
That's all that I can say
She’s a bad, bad kind'a woman
That's all I want to say....
that? no doubt the hick biddy wanted to get out of that dead old town for
sure. not that Kansas City hadn't always been good to them both. still
a lot of fans left in Kansas. yes indeed. she wasn't even younger than
Lucky. same ages. all three of them. both born in 1944. just before
the war ended. they hit peace runnin'. had great childhoods. the
beginnin’ of the baby boomers and all. in a thrivin’ country loaded
with country and western fans, by the way. anyways, she was no young
chicken. so why? why? why? must be some old sittin'-on-her-groceries
kind of gal. no good white trash. no doubt. didn't want to dwell on
that one tho….
She's the kind'a woman
Sittin' on her groceries
No-good kind'a woman
Just no-good, can't'cha see
You're blind just all blind
The way some men can be
Can't stop lovin' your kind
Just cuz you stopped lovin' me
Wind's gone crazy
Since you gone away
She's a no-good kind'a woman
That's all that I can say
She's the kind'a woman
Sittin' pretty in the sun
No-good kind'a woman
Full’a booze and full'a fun
You're lost just all lost
The way some men can be
Can't stop wantin' you
Just cuz you stopped wantin' me
Wind's gone crazy
Since you gone away
She's a no-good kind'a woman
That's all that I can say
She be the kind'a woman
Makes hay while she can
No-good kind'a woman
Stealin' man after man
You're gone just all gone
The way some men can be
Can't say goodbye to you
Just cuz you’re good-bye'in me
Wind's gone crazy
Since you far away
She's a no-good kind'a woman
That's all that I can say
She’s a bad, bad kind'a woman
That's all I want to say....
ALL I WANT IS LOVING YOU - AND MUSIC, MUSIC, MUSIC...is Not Lyrics! it is simply a True Love Story about 'old' people...a Music/Writing Lady and her Music Man....it's simply about Love when a person lives a life of Loving - in her own way - on her own terms....
ALL I WANT IS LOVING YOU - AND MUSIC, MUSIC, MUSIC...
There's this song, has a line that goes just like that.. All I want is loving you, and music, music, music...it's an old song. Georgia liked to shuffle about to it in the Common Room. which was what they call the area next to the Dining Room. Georgia called that one the PeePee Room and the other the Slops Room. So you can guess she wasn't wild about being at Sunny Meadows. which, she had pointed out, is really called Darkling Landfill....
The Director had reminded her often that it upset the other residents when she renamed the rooms to suit her fancy. But, she just wouldn't remember to be quiet.
When she first came to Sunny Meadows Skilled Nursing Facility, she wasn't alone. she was with her husband. who, being very sick all of the time from one heart attack after the other, just died one night. In Georgia's arms of course. just like they had planned. she went totally crazy at once.
Georgia didn't sleep more than an hour or so at night since that time. she was afraid to close her eyes. because she'd dream. she'd really dream horrible stuff about her husband dying. They they were sedating her, or she wouldn't sleep or eat and just was crying all the time...then she seemed to calm down. and got all caustic. complaining about everything in a wry but definite manner....for example...the Names Business I told you about at the start...
It took me awhile to realize that Georgia was the resident who was always turning on the Oldies CD with that song about love and music and all. I figured there must be a story there, so I casually asked her one evening after had finished her "nourishing crap" meal, as she had graciously described it....She invited me into her Vixen Den, (her room), that she shared with Mrs. Abadie. referred to, by Ms G., as That Old Fox. The 'Old Fox' was snoring away, so we would have our privacy.
Well, Georgia plopped down on her bed. what do you want to know.
Why you play that song about Music, Music and so on, over and over?
because we liked music, of course.
yes, but, well...you seem happy when you're dancing about to the music.
so? I pretend he's with me. then I don't run screaming through the halls naked, you know.
really, Georgia....
really, what? haven't you ever lost some one you were in love with?
yes, but not like the way you acted when he died....
that was me under control. not being crazy. I could show you crazy.
I bet you could, Georgia....
a little silence.
you done with me now.
uh, sure. nothing more to it then?
no, just pretending to dance with my dead husband.
Georgia.
go rot.
So, I cheated. I got out their Resident files and read them...here's what I found out. and, I'm not trying to be smart here...this was good. it was worth it. on a really, well, sweet level....
sweet is the right word here....
It turns out they hadn't gotten married until they were in their mid-sixties. They had been friends, or maybe girlfriend and boyfriend in high school. got married after they were...what? divorced? widowed?...doesn't say in the records... lived in a little rural community just north of here. hobbies: canoe-ing...fishing....some song groups in the area...he worked in one of the music stores in town...retail....she worked as a teaching sub for awhile...then as a night nurse at a small nursing home close to where they lived. nothing special there...
but here's the sweet part...turns out he wrote music...lots of music....and she wrote stories...they were all about each other. about loving each other...their work had gone on for years and years....they were in their eighties and were still writing about love. some of their work had been published even...he had a good little business promoting people's stories over the net...some trip they had made, early on, down the Mississippi...had become a book. it had sold pretty well!
Georgia and her husband had been an 'Item'! They had been something special...they had had something special....
I decided to let Georgia know that I understood how she felt...
I found her in the kitchen. talking with the "Oppressed". this, naturally, was her name for our Kitchen Staff...she was amusing them with some old-timey story. gotta hand that to her. she was quite a story teller.
can I chat with you some more, Ms G?
sure. it's your thousand. she was always saying that she was worth a thousand dollars, for some reason or another...
I just want you to know that I do understand now, all about you and your husband and the music.
No you don't.
Well, yes, I do. I read over your records, and I can see how you could miss a guy like that. you two had a great life.
BS, girl. you couldn't possibly get it. what we had doesn't grow on trees. It's a rare one, what we had. not impossible, mind you, just rare. so, I'd appreciate you shut up about it.
Georgia, you don't need to be rude....
yep, I do... then you will go away. if you don't, I'll be cryin' in a heartbeat, and my cryin' is none of your beeswax....
OK, I won't probe. but, I'm here if you want to talk about him...
well, I don't. he's not just a story to keep you from bein' bored in this hell hole, girl...
at that, she upped and left the scene behind....
OK, so days went by. she and I were polite, but I had obviously crossed some line that only she could see...I wasn't sure how to start over again...if at all....
She was getting more shifty, anyway...she and her friends Mrs. Abadai and Betty Borchers were hanging around more in the Vixen Den...I mean, in Georgia's room, with the door closed, which was actually against the rules. when I casually-as-possible mentioned this to her, Ms G informed me, without a smile, that rules are for fools. I was gettting a bad feeling about all of this. some conspiracy was in the air. that's what I thought. but when I warned the Director (Mrs. Hitler, to Georgia...), she said, o leave the old girls alone. they have nothing better to do. what do you think they could be up to? anarchy?
well, yes. that is what I was thinking. and, may I say, that, of course, it turned out that I was right...
I do not think that it was an accident at all that the Vixens (as I was labeling them of late, in my paranoid little mind) made their first move on Halloween. They were the only ones not in costume. Ms G silenced any gentle critics with jokes about advanced old age being as good a costume any one should need, and other quips of that sort. the three of them even marched about in the Costume Parade to compete for best costume... I tried to track the three of them...but, of course, somewhere around the time when the 'Dance' began, I lost sight of them...really lost sight of them.....
After checking everywhere probable and a whole lot of impossible places, and checking with everyone who wasn't totally senile, we all had to admit that, somehow, the three of them were on the lam. they were all 'ambulatory' naturally, but none of the three were strong, so it didn't seem possible that they would make it far. I don't know how we forgot about the bus line's running all night. We didn't catch on until the ticket agent called and questioned if we might know three older ladies without baggage who had tickets to go to 'the end of the line'...he thought maybe they were drunk....could we come down and check on their identity before the bus came?....
It was truly pathetic to pick up the Vixens in the Home Van (per Ms G: the Gestapo Wagon...). They were an unhappy, subdued lot. even Georgia was unusually quiet. When we got them back to their rooms, she finally spoke.
Next time, I'm going alone. the hell with every body else. attracts too much attention. and, besides, we all have to pee so often, we'll never get far together, cuz of all the pit stops....
I had nothing to say. somehow, I felt remarkably sad. really sad.
it was the look in her eyes. haggard. searching for something none of us could see.
I could guess at once what it was...she wanted to be with him...not being with him was an agony none of us could imagine at all.
Death itself would not be a relief for Georgia. She was suffering without him, beyond my understanding...
I tried to say something sympathetic. something comforting. but Georgia would have none of it.
Don't worry, girl. I'll get out of here somehow. none of you can stop me.
but, where can you go, Georgia? Don't you think he'll be everywhere you go?
Don't be an idiot. Running keeps me busy, girl. if I'm running, it takes my mind off'a...things....
Georgia. we can't let you run away. if your judgement is this bad, we'll have to take legal steps....
You shut up. I'm not listening to you anymore. I'll do as I please!
She slammed the door. the hall shook a bit. so did my fears....
For awile Georgia seemed OK. she didn't do anything unusual. she danced to her oldie every night like usual. she got pretty thin.
I kept hoping for her that her heart would just go on off and set her free. she was, after all, in her late eighties. she had all her marbles, for all practical purposes.
but she had no reason to live, and it showed all the time.
Her kids and grandkids helped a bit. all her friends always came by. she did her best when they were all around. they didn't seem to notice that she was looking through them to some one on the other side. they just basked in the love she had for them. loved her back. didn't seem to see the sorrow....
then she made her move again.
I've got to say. this one was a real surprise. because, she didn't exactly cause it....
It was Betty Borchers. she smoked in secret some times. as expected with the very old, she fell asleep with the cig still smokin' away...and, of course, her bed caught on fire...
she was trying to get out, and got all wound up in the sheets...fell to the side of the bed. screaming her head off...well, we all were. Fire makes us all frantic with fear. some were running out. others were evacuating the ones who couldn't get out by themselves. some were just frozen in place and screaming and crying. the smoke was all it was. the fire itself was small and confined to her room. the sprinklers were already getting into play....we couldn't get in to Betty though. too much smoke.
well, you can probably figure out what Georgia did.
she got on her knees and crawled under the smoke cover into Betty's room. you could hear both of them hacking and coughing in the fire-lit, wettened smoke of the room. I could sort of see her untwining Betty from the sheets, but none of us had the courage or the stupidity to join her. the firemen were finally arriving anyway, so we figured it was all going to be OK....figured wrong....
Georgia was having a really hard time draggin Betty out. she had obviously become a dead weight. maybe she had passed-out.
Horror-struck, we watched them both like slow-motion...the firemen practically threw us out of their way and went plunging into the room with their masks and all. going in to save them both....
out they came with Betty. coughing and red-eyed and wild with fear...
then they found and carried out Georgia.
she was very quiet. quiet as death. they started CPR. gave her oxygen. started an IV...it was no good.
she had finally found her way out. she was dead.
she didn't look dead though... she looked at great peace. she almost was smiling. she had gotten what she wanted.
she had gone to him.
that's what I wanted to think. maybe she was just dead...
but, she looked like a woman in love....
I think about Georgia a great deal.
I play her song...their song...every few days. I always cry when I hear it.
I've never had a love like that...frankly, I'm not at all sure I would ever want one.
I feel that it would be too much to live for. too much to bear. too much to die for.
I don't know how she did it. how she lived without him. I guess she didn't. I guess she had been dying long before the fire. long before....
when her family held the Memorial Service in the chapel, all the Residents and Staff came, because we had all really cared so for her.
her family was truly devastated. she had loved people so, all of her life. a lot of folks we had never seen showed up. there were at least a hundred people there!
always the same stories about her. just love, love, love, love...many partners and several husbands! lots of love. all her life....
But everyone was very clear. her last husband had been her truest, deepest love. their devotion had been a complete thing. a true thing. like she had said...rare....
I didn't tell them about how she had suffered. they never seemed to have seen that.
it was better they not know. that they remember her without the deep sorrow I had seen in her eyes.
only I get to remember that.
I listen...I dance a bit in the quiet of the room...
...all I want is loving you...
and music...music...music....
There's this song, has a line that goes just like that.. All I want is loving you, and music, music, music...it's an old song. Georgia liked to shuffle about to it in the Common Room. which was what they call the area next to the Dining Room. Georgia called that one the PeePee Room and the other the Slops Room. So you can guess she wasn't wild about being at Sunny Meadows. which, she had pointed out, is really called Darkling Landfill....
The Director had reminded her often that it upset the other residents when she renamed the rooms to suit her fancy. But, she just wouldn't remember to be quiet.
When she first came to Sunny Meadows Skilled Nursing Facility, she wasn't alone. she was with her husband. who, being very sick all of the time from one heart attack after the other, just died one night. In Georgia's arms of course. just like they had planned. she went totally crazy at once.
Georgia didn't sleep more than an hour or so at night since that time. she was afraid to close her eyes. because she'd dream. she'd really dream horrible stuff about her husband dying. They they were sedating her, or she wouldn't sleep or eat and just was crying all the time...then she seemed to calm down. and got all caustic. complaining about everything in a wry but definite manner....for example...the Names Business I told you about at the start...
It took me awhile to realize that Georgia was the resident who was always turning on the Oldies CD with that song about love and music and all. I figured there must be a story there, so I casually asked her one evening after had finished her "nourishing crap" meal, as she had graciously described it....She invited me into her Vixen Den, (her room), that she shared with Mrs. Abadie. referred to, by Ms G., as That Old Fox. The 'Old Fox' was snoring away, so we would have our privacy.
Well, Georgia plopped down on her bed. what do you want to know.
Why you play that song about Music, Music and so on, over and over?
because we liked music, of course.
yes, but, well...you seem happy when you're dancing about to the music.
so? I pretend he's with me. then I don't run screaming through the halls naked, you know.
really, Georgia....
really, what? haven't you ever lost some one you were in love with?
yes, but not like the way you acted when he died....
that was me under control. not being crazy. I could show you crazy.
I bet you could, Georgia....
a little silence.
you done with me now.
uh, sure. nothing more to it then?
no, just pretending to dance with my dead husband.
Georgia.
go rot.
So, I cheated. I got out their Resident files and read them...here's what I found out. and, I'm not trying to be smart here...this was good. it was worth it. on a really, well, sweet level....
sweet is the right word here....
It turns out they hadn't gotten married until they were in their mid-sixties. They had been friends, or maybe girlfriend and boyfriend in high school. got married after they were...what? divorced? widowed?...doesn't say in the records... lived in a little rural community just north of here. hobbies: canoe-ing...fishing....some song groups in the area...he worked in one of the music stores in town...retail....she worked as a teaching sub for awhile...then as a night nurse at a small nursing home close to where they lived. nothing special there...
but here's the sweet part...turns out he wrote music...lots of music....and she wrote stories...they were all about each other. about loving each other...their work had gone on for years and years....they were in their eighties and were still writing about love. some of their work had been published even...he had a good little business promoting people's stories over the net...some trip they had made, early on, down the Mississippi...had become a book. it had sold pretty well!
Georgia and her husband had been an 'Item'! They had been something special...they had had something special....
I decided to let Georgia know that I understood how she felt...
I found her in the kitchen. talking with the "Oppressed". this, naturally, was her name for our Kitchen Staff...she was amusing them with some old-timey story. gotta hand that to her. she was quite a story teller.
can I chat with you some more, Ms G?
sure. it's your thousand. she was always saying that she was worth a thousand dollars, for some reason or another...
I just want you to know that I do understand now, all about you and your husband and the music.
No you don't.
Well, yes, I do. I read over your records, and I can see how you could miss a guy like that. you two had a great life.
BS, girl. you couldn't possibly get it. what we had doesn't grow on trees. It's a rare one, what we had. not impossible, mind you, just rare. so, I'd appreciate you shut up about it.
Georgia, you don't need to be rude....
yep, I do... then you will go away. if you don't, I'll be cryin' in a heartbeat, and my cryin' is none of your beeswax....
OK, I won't probe. but, I'm here if you want to talk about him...
well, I don't. he's not just a story to keep you from bein' bored in this hell hole, girl...
at that, she upped and left the scene behind....
OK, so days went by. she and I were polite, but I had obviously crossed some line that only she could see...I wasn't sure how to start over again...if at all....
She was getting more shifty, anyway...she and her friends Mrs. Abadai and Betty Borchers were hanging around more in the Vixen Den...I mean, in Georgia's room, with the door closed, which was actually against the rules. when I casually-as-possible mentioned this to her, Ms G informed me, without a smile, that rules are for fools. I was gettting a bad feeling about all of this. some conspiracy was in the air. that's what I thought. but when I warned the Director (Mrs. Hitler, to Georgia...), she said, o leave the old girls alone. they have nothing better to do. what do you think they could be up to? anarchy?
well, yes. that is what I was thinking. and, may I say, that, of course, it turned out that I was right...
I do not think that it was an accident at all that the Vixens (as I was labeling them of late, in my paranoid little mind) made their first move on Halloween. They were the only ones not in costume. Ms G silenced any gentle critics with jokes about advanced old age being as good a costume any one should need, and other quips of that sort. the three of them even marched about in the Costume Parade to compete for best costume... I tried to track the three of them...but, of course, somewhere around the time when the 'Dance' began, I lost sight of them...really lost sight of them.....
After checking everywhere probable and a whole lot of impossible places, and checking with everyone who wasn't totally senile, we all had to admit that, somehow, the three of them were on the lam. they were all 'ambulatory' naturally, but none of the three were strong, so it didn't seem possible that they would make it far. I don't know how we forgot about the bus line's running all night. We didn't catch on until the ticket agent called and questioned if we might know three older ladies without baggage who had tickets to go to 'the end of the line'...he thought maybe they were drunk....could we come down and check on their identity before the bus came?....
It was truly pathetic to pick up the Vixens in the Home Van (per Ms G: the Gestapo Wagon...). They were an unhappy, subdued lot. even Georgia was unusually quiet. When we got them back to their rooms, she finally spoke.
Next time, I'm going alone. the hell with every body else. attracts too much attention. and, besides, we all have to pee so often, we'll never get far together, cuz of all the pit stops....
I had nothing to say. somehow, I felt remarkably sad. really sad.
it was the look in her eyes. haggard. searching for something none of us could see.
I could guess at once what it was...she wanted to be with him...not being with him was an agony none of us could imagine at all.
Death itself would not be a relief for Georgia. She was suffering without him, beyond my understanding...
I tried to say something sympathetic. something comforting. but Georgia would have none of it.
Don't worry, girl. I'll get out of here somehow. none of you can stop me.
but, where can you go, Georgia? Don't you think he'll be everywhere you go?
Don't be an idiot. Running keeps me busy, girl. if I'm running, it takes my mind off'a...things....
Georgia. we can't let you run away. if your judgement is this bad, we'll have to take legal steps....
You shut up. I'm not listening to you anymore. I'll do as I please!
She slammed the door. the hall shook a bit. so did my fears....
For awile Georgia seemed OK. she didn't do anything unusual. she danced to her oldie every night like usual. she got pretty thin.
I kept hoping for her that her heart would just go on off and set her free. she was, after all, in her late eighties. she had all her marbles, for all practical purposes.
but she had no reason to live, and it showed all the time.
Her kids and grandkids helped a bit. all her friends always came by. she did her best when they were all around. they didn't seem to notice that she was looking through them to some one on the other side. they just basked in the love she had for them. loved her back. didn't seem to see the sorrow....
then she made her move again.
I've got to say. this one was a real surprise. because, she didn't exactly cause it....
It was Betty Borchers. she smoked in secret some times. as expected with the very old, she fell asleep with the cig still smokin' away...and, of course, her bed caught on fire...
she was trying to get out, and got all wound up in the sheets...fell to the side of the bed. screaming her head off...well, we all were. Fire makes us all frantic with fear. some were running out. others were evacuating the ones who couldn't get out by themselves. some were just frozen in place and screaming and crying. the smoke was all it was. the fire itself was small and confined to her room. the sprinklers were already getting into play....we couldn't get in to Betty though. too much smoke.
well, you can probably figure out what Georgia did.
she got on her knees and crawled under the smoke cover into Betty's room. you could hear both of them hacking and coughing in the fire-lit, wettened smoke of the room. I could sort of see her untwining Betty from the sheets, but none of us had the courage or the stupidity to join her. the firemen were finally arriving anyway, so we figured it was all going to be OK....figured wrong....
Georgia was having a really hard time draggin Betty out. she had obviously become a dead weight. maybe she had passed-out.
Horror-struck, we watched them both like slow-motion...the firemen practically threw us out of their way and went plunging into the room with their masks and all. going in to save them both....
out they came with Betty. coughing and red-eyed and wild with fear...
then they found and carried out Georgia.
she was very quiet. quiet as death. they started CPR. gave her oxygen. started an IV...it was no good.
she had finally found her way out. she was dead.
she didn't look dead though... she looked at great peace. she almost was smiling. she had gotten what she wanted.
she had gone to him.
that's what I wanted to think. maybe she was just dead...
but, she looked like a woman in love....
I think about Georgia a great deal.
I play her song...their song...every few days. I always cry when I hear it.
I've never had a love like that...frankly, I'm not at all sure I would ever want one.
I feel that it would be too much to live for. too much to bear. too much to die for.
I don't know how she did it. how she lived without him. I guess she didn't. I guess she had been dying long before the fire. long before....
when her family held the Memorial Service in the chapel, all the Residents and Staff came, because we had all really cared so for her.
her family was truly devastated. she had loved people so, all of her life. a lot of folks we had never seen showed up. there were at least a hundred people there!
always the same stories about her. just love, love, love, love...many partners and several husbands! lots of love. all her life....
But everyone was very clear. her last husband had been her truest, deepest love. their devotion had been a complete thing. a true thing. like she had said...rare....
I didn't tell them about how she had suffered. they never seemed to have seen that.
it was better they not know. that they remember her without the deep sorrow I had seen in her eyes.
only I get to remember that.
I listen...I dance a bit in the quiet of the room...
...all I want is loving you...
and music...music...music....
11/6/11
LIKE SOME BRAMBLES ROUND SOME ROSE is another Lyrics from the short story in this Blog, ANOTHER TIME ANOTHER PLACE: it's all Country and Western and ballady and weepy and sincere...needs it's Melody and needs to Be Sung!....
LIKE SOME BRAMBLES ROUND SOME ROSE
Two hearts all entwined in one
She the moon and he the sun
She all pale and he all bright
He all day and she all night
They were young and they were strong.
Lived for love so far from wrong that
Angels sang and cowboys cried
When their love grew when their love died
Like some brambles round some rose
Thrown on some sad sea
Their love fell and their love flowed
They were thorn and they were true
As any rose that met the dew
The morning came the evening went
Her love was cold his love was spent
Like some brambles round some rose
Thrown on some sad sea
Their love fell and their love flowed....
Two hearts all entwined in one
She the moon and he the sun
She all pale and he all bright
He all day and she all night
They were young and they were strong.
Lived for love so far from wrong that
Angels sang and cowboys cried
When their love grew when their love died
Like some brambles round some rose
Thrown on some sad sea
Their love fell and their love flowed
They were thorn and they were true
As any rose that met the dew
The morning came the evening went
Her love was cold his love was spent
Like some brambles round some rose
Thrown on some sad sea
Their love fell and their love flowed....
SONG FOR AN ORDINARY DAY is all about Love and Relationship when it's not goin so well...if you're in that sort of frame of mind: these lyrics might speak to you, and you might speak to them right back...this could be blues or it could be rockin'...your Song: your call!....this is from the Archive too...so long ago (a year and a half, to be precise!)....
SONG FOR AN ORDINARY DAY
No pain today, darlin'
no sorrow, no cryin'...I've
really not had one bad thing
to say
All blue skies, darlin'
no clouds today, baby, I've
taken the worst, yeah,
and thrown it away
what will you do
when your girl isn't crying?
what will you do when
my eyes are all smiles?
take me down rivers (chorus)
go fishing, play music
make love til the morning
kiss, kiss all the while
take me up rivers
go walking go riding
the top down, all smiling
kiss, kiss all the while
(repeat chorus)
No pain today, darlin'
no sorrow, no cryin'...I've
really not had one bad thing
to say
All blue skies, darlin'
no clouds today, baby, I've
taken the worst, yeah,
and thrown it away
what will you do
when your girl isn't crying?
what will you do when
my eyes are all smiles?
take me down rivers (chorus)
go fishing, play music
make love til the morning
kiss, kiss all the while
take me up rivers
go walking go riding
the top down, all smiling
kiss, kiss all the while
(repeat chorus)
SONG OF WATER SONG OF FIRE: another Lyrics without its Song! They are coming to haunt from the past (well...from May of 2010, at least...!) Play with these Lyrics! Make them rock and roll or play them like a fine old ballad: they're yours if you hear them!....
SONG OF WATER SONG OF FIRE
When I go to sleep my darlin'
When I go to sleep
There I meet with water, darlin'
For the stars can weep
Where the Wildfire burns like amber
Where the sun will be no more
There my day meets smoke and mirror
Rocks this fire to its core
(Chorus)
I miss you like Wildfire, darlin'
I miss you all day all night
You can bring the rains, my darlin'
You can make it all be right
When I wake to day my darlin'
When I wake to day
There I meet with fire, darlin'
Where the sun holds sway
Where the Wildfire burns like war gods
Where the moon will cool my tears
There the opal meets the turquoise
Forged within the diamond's mirrors
(Chorus)
I miss you like Wildfire, darlin'
I miss you all day all night
You can bring the rains, my darlin'
You can make it all be right
When the Fire leaves the forest
Where the animals are fed
By the waters still clear flowing
There we'll rest our weary heads
You will sing of kings who leave thrones
I will sing of queens who sigh
For sweet love and all it's blessings
Your good kiss and no goodbyes
(Chorus)
I miss you like Wildfire, darlin'
I miss you all day all night
You can bring the rains, my darlin'
You can make it all be right
When I go to sleep my darlin'
When I go to sleep
There I meet with water, darlin'
For the stars can weep
Where the Wildfire burns like amber
Where the sun will be no more
There my day meets smoke and mirror
Rocks this fire to its core
(Chorus)
I miss you like Wildfire, darlin'
I miss you all day all night
You can bring the rains, my darlin'
You can make it all be right
When I wake to day my darlin'
When I wake to day
There I meet with fire, darlin'
Where the sun holds sway
Where the Wildfire burns like war gods
Where the moon will cool my tears
There the opal meets the turquoise
Forged within the diamond's mirrors
(Chorus)
I miss you like Wildfire, darlin'
I miss you all day all night
You can bring the rains, my darlin'
You can make it all be right
When the Fire leaves the forest
Where the animals are fed
By the waters still clear flowing
There we'll rest our weary heads
You will sing of kings who leave thrones
I will sing of queens who sigh
For sweet love and all it's blessings
Your good kiss and no goodbyes
(Chorus)
I miss you like Wildfire, darlin'
I miss you all day all night
You can bring the rains, my darlin'
You can make it all be right
SIERRA RAIN (A SONG FOR JOHNNY) is a little Lyrics about a May/September relationship...these sort of loves are quite gentle and poignant...this one needs its Melody and its Singer...it's genuine and small and kind....
SIERRA RAIN (SONG FOR JOHNNY)
Sierra Rain...
The River is risin' -
The wind is a whistlin' up
Places to go...
You're just like a pup
On my lap sweetly sleepin':
A Woman just hummin'
Her songs soft and low...
Sing me this river down (Chorus)
Sing me till Dawn
Sing me a time when this love
Won't be wrong
Tell me you're not Spring and
I am not Fall
Tell me I'm not too old for you
at all
(repeat Chorus...last two lines change:
Tell me you're not too young for me
at all)
Play with my kids
While the river is churnin'...
Sierra rain is like
Tears from the sky....
Wake up all smilin'
Hold me with hunger -
While I'm still singin'
This sad lullaby
(Chorus and Repeat as above)
Sierra Rain...
The River is risin' -
The wind is a whistlin' up
Places to go...
You're just like a pup
On my lap sweetly sleepin':
A Woman just hummin'
Her songs soft and low...
Sing me this river down (Chorus)
Sing me till Dawn
Sing me a time when this love
Won't be wrong
Tell me you're not Spring and
I am not Fall
Tell me I'm not too old for you
at all
(repeat Chorus...last two lines change:
Tell me you're not too young for me
at all)
Play with my kids
While the river is churnin'...
Sierra rain is like
Tears from the sky....
Wake up all smilin'
Hold me with hunger -
While I'm still singin'
This sad lullaby
(Chorus and Repeat as above)
DREAMER'S DOOR is a sweet little set of verses I wrote in 2010 in the fall...it's simple and a bit sweet, but quite sincere...it's from the heart...it's another Lyrics that needs a heart to hear it's Song and to sing it....
DREAMER'S DOOR
I can't give up, quite yet, today,
on you...
I believed the boy who had such dreams -
some came true...
and then came fates and choices...
strange as it seems...
your took some lesser roads -
and not your dreams...
Chorus:
Now we both can see
what only I could see before...
the wind can bring your dreams
right back to you...
If only you will open up
your heart - the Dreamer's door...
I went out early, early in my life...
from you
I believed my life should have my dreams -
most came true...
then came fates and choices...
I stayed true to those dreams...
I took the honest roads -
but still, it seems
Chorus, and Repeat
I can't give up, quite yet, today,
on you...
I believed the boy who had such dreams -
some came true...
and then came fates and choices...
strange as it seems...
your took some lesser roads -
and not your dreams...
Chorus:
Now we both can see
what only I could see before...
the wind can bring your dreams
right back to you...
If only you will open up
your heart - the Dreamer's door...
I went out early, early in my life...
from you
I believed my life should have my dreams -
most came true...
then came fates and choices...
I stayed true to those dreams...
I took the honest roads -
but still, it seems
Chorus, and Repeat
SONG FOR BUFFALO DANCER was written as lyrics in August of 2010! I just found her in archives...good song in her: she should be heard performed...want to tell the story of a very fine horse and a good, poetic rider?...pick up your guitar and sing her home along the grasses aside the river....
SONG FOR BUFFALO DANCER
I'm going to saddle up Buffalo Dancer...
I'm going to ride cuz I'm not just a cowgirl -
I'm taking this mare to a place on the ridges
Where sunsets are always and sorrow is never -
Where ocean meets river and river meets sky...
Chorus:
Where ever I ride there is Love in the river
Love where the river meets sunset and sea
Buffalo Dancer, we're not turnin' back
Lovers win every time they let Love be
Buffalo Dancer has thrown many colts...
She is older and restless but let's me ride free...
She's alive on the sea sands - alive in the river -
She's just a Life Lover a whole lot like me:
We're goin' to live all the Life we can see...
Chorus:
Where ever I ride there is Love in the river
Love where the river meets sunset and sea
Buffalo Dancer, we're not turnin' back
Lovers win every time they let Love be
I've lived with joy and I've lived with my sorrows...
Tasted the honey and salt of sweet Love:
My Dancer and I will be ridin' deep canyons
And climbin' the ridges past stars high above -
Cuz we're in this forever just livin' for Love...
Chorus:
Where ever I ride there is Love in the river
Love where the river meets sunset and sea
Buffalo Dancer, we're not turnin' back
Lovers win every time they let Love be
Lovers win every time they let Love free
I'm going to saddle up Buffalo Dancer...
I'm going to ride cuz I'm not just a cowgirl -
I'm taking this mare to a place on the ridges
Where sunsets are always and sorrow is never -
Where ocean meets river and river meets sky...
Chorus:
Where ever I ride there is Love in the river
Love where the river meets sunset and sea
Buffalo Dancer, we're not turnin' back
Lovers win every time they let Love be
Buffalo Dancer has thrown many colts...
She is older and restless but let's me ride free...
She's alive on the sea sands - alive in the river -
She's just a Life Lover a whole lot like me:
We're goin' to live all the Life we can see...
Chorus:
Where ever I ride there is Love in the river
Love where the river meets sunset and sea
Buffalo Dancer, we're not turnin' back
Lovers win every time they let Love be
I've lived with joy and I've lived with my sorrows...
Tasted the honey and salt of sweet Love:
My Dancer and I will be ridin' deep canyons
And climbin' the ridges past stars high above -
Cuz we're in this forever just livin' for Love...
Chorus:
Where ever I ride there is Love in the river
Love where the river meets sunset and sea
Buffalo Dancer, we're not turnin' back
Lovers win every time they let Love be
Lovers win every time they let Love free
BAREFOOT IN THIS SNOW are a Song Poem without its Song, for sure! I sent to quite a few Songwriters so far, and...nothing yet!...I'm fond of these lyrics! I want some wonderful SongWriter to run through the snow for them and give them their wings with a beautiful melodic arrangement and performance!
Reply |Kathleen Everitt to Dennis, deborah, Hope, wtaylor, Peter, Lori, ktyklubuzz
show details Sep 24
here is the next Lyrics...I REALLY can't 'hear' the music to this
one...but maybe one of you do!....no idea where this one came from in
my noggin....
BAREFOOT IN THIS SNOW
I would run through this snow
barefoot - I don't mind the
cold without you: it's just cold
and I've made angels with my
body in the snow and
even in the sand before:
just to make this love come home
all the way - even through snow...
__________
CHORUS:
next is goin' to come the Solstice
here there's snow and there it's rainin'
where you are it's west and ocean
where I am it's cold and mountain
east and west and all those miles
of runnin' barefoot in between
__________
once I saw an Indian runner
he was something: feet like wingin' -
hardly touchin' ground a'tall: just got me
thinkin' - prayin' even - that if
love is for the takin': it is hard
to take it all: unless you're willin'
to go runnin' - even barefoot -
through those miles of silent snow...
__________
CHORUS
__________
when it comes to turn the seasons:
Wind is on your heels and nippin'
like some dog to urge your feet on
to the one you'll love forever...
ain't no way to call the sun back
ain't no way to drive the snows down -
'til I reach those sands you stand on
I'm just runnin' - runnin' home
__________
CHORUS
__________
show details Sep 24
here is the next Lyrics...I REALLY can't 'hear' the music to this
one...but maybe one of you do!....no idea where this one came from in
my noggin....
BAREFOOT IN THIS SNOW
I would run through this snow
barefoot - I don't mind the
cold without you: it's just cold
and I've made angels with my
body in the snow and
even in the sand before:
just to make this love come home
all the way - even through snow...
__________
CHORUS:
next is goin' to come the Solstice
here there's snow and there it's rainin'
where you are it's west and ocean
where I am it's cold and mountain
east and west and all those miles
of runnin' barefoot in between
__________
once I saw an Indian runner
he was something: feet like wingin' -
hardly touchin' ground a'tall: just got me
thinkin' - prayin' even - that if
love is for the takin': it is hard
to take it all: unless you're willin'
to go runnin' - even barefoot -
through those miles of silent snow...
__________
CHORUS
__________
when it comes to turn the seasons:
Wind is on your heels and nippin'
like some dog to urge your feet on
to the one you'll love forever...
ain't no way to call the sun back
ain't no way to drive the snows down -
'til I reach those sands you stand on
I'm just runnin' - runnin' home
__________
CHORUS
__________
CAROLINA was first performed on November 6 at First Street Cafe, by Debbie Kuhl Wendt, who wrote the music, arranged; and performed with her husband, Doug Wendt, on guitar (he is a expert guitarist); friend Bruce Campbell on his Stand-up Bass - at which he is an expert, in great demand, in his own right; and her daughter Linda on Harmonies. The Event was a Showcase of Original Music by four groups of escellent Performers....
couldn't be there, as my guy was sick and needed care and company...sigh! I felt badly: missing the First Performance of one of a Debbie/Kat Collaboration on Lyrics/Music was sad!....
This Song began with a casual comment by Deb on email, on September 24:
I was thinking a good start to a (different) song might be
Carolina tell which way you're feeling today
Carolina North or Carolina South
I want to hear it from your mouth
that's all I got!...
Literally Suddenly: I could 'see' the whole Song...sat down and wrote it, and emailed it over to Deb the very next morning: she 'heard' its Music, as usual! and so, another Song was born!....
Reply |Kathleen Everitt to deborah
show details Sep 25
CAROLINA
You know I heard your fiddle in the mountains
You know the heart-ways Carolina knows
I've heard you sigh when autumn's leaves were fallin'
I've heard you in the lightest of the snows
Next verse:
You know I saw the ocean meet your north shores
I saw skies stirrin' sea wind's stormy might
I've seen you frown and sunrise died a-bornin'
Your love songs came on wings of forest night
Next verse:
Never had such sweet love, Carolina
North or South just always means the same
I'm makin' life with you no matter where then:
We make our home - we make our love - you take my name
The Chorus between the verses is your three Great lines:
Carolina tell which way you're feelin' today
Carolina North or Carolina South
I want to hear it from your mouth
or the last line in the chorus might be:
Carolina, let me hear it from your mouth
either way!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kat
This Song began with a casual comment by Deb on email, on September 24:
I was thinking a good start to a (different) song might be
Carolina tell which way you're feeling today
Carolina North or Carolina South
I want to hear it from your mouth
that's all I got!...
Literally Suddenly: I could 'see' the whole Song...sat down and wrote it, and emailed it over to Deb the very next morning: she 'heard' its Music, as usual! and so, another Song was born!....
Reply |Kathleen Everitt to deborah
show details Sep 25
CAROLINA
You know I heard your fiddle in the mountains
You know the heart-ways Carolina knows
I've heard you sigh when autumn's leaves were fallin'
I've heard you in the lightest of the snows
Next verse:
You know I saw the ocean meet your north shores
I saw skies stirrin' sea wind's stormy might
I've seen you frown and sunrise died a-bornin'
Your love songs came on wings of forest night
Next verse:
Never had such sweet love, Carolina
North or South just always means the same
I'm makin' life with you no matter where then:
We make our home - we make our love - you take my name
The Chorus between the verses is your three Great lines:
Carolina tell which way you're feelin' today
Carolina North or Carolina South
I want to hear it from your mouth
or the last line in the chorus might be:
Carolina, let me hear it from your mouth
either way!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kat
11/5/11
GUALALA IS THE NAME OF THE RIVER is New to the Lyrics Collection...just wrote it 'today'! It's about an experience I had up in the hills above the town of Gualala on the Central Coast about an hour and 1/2 from Mendocino...there lived my Anthropologist Friend...it was in the 80s...The People were there in Ceremony...it was Spring....if you have the Music for this one: write and arrange it and perform it! It has special meaning for me, surely....
GUALALA IS THE NAME OF THE RIVER
CHORUS:
Gualala is the name of the River
The otters play there right down to the Sea
"Where The Waters Meet" the Pomo call her
Canoed and learned of Life there, you and me
___________________
Way up in the Rancheria
Some one hundred Kashia Pomo stay:
Tend land and streams without disturbing nothin' -
Work and teach their school and keep The Way...
Let the neighbors right into the Round House
For Strawberry Festival and Song:
Dance and clap their elderberry clapper sticks -
Keep you in their Trances all day long....
___________________
Chorus
___________________
Speakin' in Kashaya of the Hokan:
Singin' of the Red Foxes, the Sun -
Dancin' with Coyote into Prayer Time -
Sharin' of the Food when Dancin's done...
Keep the Fire lightin' up the Singing:
And the many Shadows on the wall
Of the People sittin' there so quiet:
Keeps a Solemn Silence on us all...
_____________________
Chorus
_____________________
I ain't known for being superstitious -
I can't say I can recall one prayer:
But bein' in that Roundhouse in the springtime
I swear I feel The Spirit everywhere...
Can't say all the world will come to Peace now
Just because Kashia Pomo sing:
But I sure taste the Strawberries are Holy
And I can feel This Life in everything....
______________________
Chorus
______________________
CHORUS:
Gualala is the name of the River
The otters play there right down to the Sea
"Where The Waters Meet" the Pomo call her
Canoed and learned of Life there, you and me
___________________
Way up in the Rancheria
Some one hundred Kashia Pomo stay:
Tend land and streams without disturbing nothin' -
Work and teach their school and keep The Way...
Let the neighbors right into the Round House
For Strawberry Festival and Song:
Dance and clap their elderberry clapper sticks -
Keep you in their Trances all day long....
___________________
Chorus
___________________
Speakin' in Kashaya of the Hokan:
Singin' of the Red Foxes, the Sun -
Dancin' with Coyote into Prayer Time -
Sharin' of the Food when Dancin's done...
Keep the Fire lightin' up the Singing:
And the many Shadows on the wall
Of the People sittin' there so quiet:
Keeps a Solemn Silence on us all...
_____________________
Chorus
_____________________
I ain't known for being superstitious -
I can't say I can recall one prayer:
But bein' in that Roundhouse in the springtime
I swear I feel The Spirit everywhere...
Can't say all the world will come to Peace now
Just because Kashia Pomo sing:
But I sure taste the Strawberries are Holy
And I can feel This Life in everything....
______________________
Chorus
______________________
MIZZIZZIPPI WOMAN MIZZIZZIPPI MAN: is Frist Draft Lyrics Work: you can join in on it with these other worthy Songwriters/Musicians/Singers/Performers...it is Fun Work to Do, if you want to join in the singin'!....
#205 1001 Nights: Lyrics: Mizzizzippi Woman Mizzizzippi Man
Reply |Kathleen Everitt to wtaylor, Kevin
show details Nov 1
Kevin and Bill: Thought maybe you could look over this first draft,
and think about some music for it - Den's going to be workin on it
too - already I'm thinking of changing the last line of the chorus to either "so much what we could be" or "a lot like we could be"....you can throw it on your computers and work the lyrics too, if you like...this one may be our Flagship Number of our songs that we're plannin to sing going down the Mississippi....we're going to be doing a LOT of John Hartford's songs I do believe...and some Mississipi John Hurt maybe....the rest, I'm going to write, but will need music for....anyway, this is the first try....
hope you both can wrestle with it, in your 'free' (heeheehee) time....
By the by: Kevin, meet Bill Taylor, Master Banjo Smith, Bluegrass
Wonder, Guitar Man...Bill, meet Kevin Radley: Master of the Whole
Shabang in Music, tho Modest and Frank (sounds like a duet). you two
should befriend and so on...worth your whiles. and while. too.
Thanks,
Your Friend Kat
---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Kathleen Everitt
Date: Tue, Nov 1, 2011 at 12:54 PM
Subject: #205 1001 Nights: Lyrics: Mizzizzippi Woman Mizzizzippi Man
To: Dennis Mccue
First Draft: this is a song for us: so you can work on it too, please!....
MIZZIZZIPPI WOMAN MIZZIZZIPPI MAN
Been hard-workin' People for a damn long time -
Just actin' lately like some boy and girl -
Sliddin' down the Mizzizzippi all haphazzard
In a phat wild whirl...
Really don't care to wonder why we're goin' -
Can't say we care where we've surely been:
But we're goin' down Big Muddy from the lake to that delta
And we're thinkin' this time we're gonna win!
__________________
CHORUS:
This here River is runnin' both Wild and Tame
This River's tryin' to run Free:
This River's runnin' both with and without us:
This River is a lot like you and me....
___________________
Been quite willfull ever since we could remember
Been in a lot of trouble sometime...
Made it good for our kids and did the best we could
Built it all with hardly a dime...
Our pockets ain't loaded but our hearts are full
And this River is a Home for me and you:
So Baby if you want to paddle right there with me
We'll take ourselves on down in this canoe....
____________________
CHORUS
___________________
The Mizzizzippi's rough and sometimes shallow
Sometimes this long channel's deep and wide:
There's Locks to open and ways to portage round-about
An Barges that can toss you upside...
We ain't scared cuz we're so much older now not
Even Big Man Death can have a say:
Cuz we're goin' to paddle through right into that Gulf
An nothin's gonna get in our way....
______________________
Reply |Kathleen Everitt to wtaylor, Kevin
show details Nov 1
Kevin and Bill: Thought maybe you could look over this first draft,
and think about some music for it - Den's going to be workin on it
too - already I'm thinking of changing the last line of the chorus to either "so much what we could be" or "a lot like we could be"....you can throw it on your computers and work the lyrics too, if you like...this one may be our Flagship Number of our songs that we're plannin to sing going down the Mississippi....we're going to be doing a LOT of John Hartford's songs I do believe...and some Mississipi John Hurt maybe....the rest, I'm going to write, but will need music for....anyway, this is the first try....
hope you both can wrestle with it, in your 'free' (heeheehee) time....
By the by: Kevin, meet Bill Taylor, Master Banjo Smith, Bluegrass
Wonder, Guitar Man...Bill, meet Kevin Radley: Master of the Whole
Shabang in Music, tho Modest and Frank (sounds like a duet). you two
should befriend and so on...worth your whiles. and while. too.
Thanks,
Your Friend Kat
---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Kathleen Everitt
Date: Tue, Nov 1, 2011 at 12:54 PM
Subject: #205 1001 Nights: Lyrics: Mizzizzippi Woman Mizzizzippi Man
To: Dennis Mccue
First Draft: this is a song for us: so you can work on it too, please!....
MIZZIZZIPPI WOMAN MIZZIZZIPPI MAN
Been hard-workin' People for a damn long time -
Just actin' lately like some boy and girl -
Sliddin' down the Mizzizzippi all haphazzard
In a phat wild whirl...
Really don't care to wonder why we're goin' -
Can't say we care where we've surely been:
But we're goin' down Big Muddy from the lake to that delta
And we're thinkin' this time we're gonna win!
__________________
CHORUS:
This here River is runnin' both Wild and Tame
This River's tryin' to run Free:
This River's runnin' both with and without us:
This River is a lot like you and me....
___________________
Been quite willfull ever since we could remember
Been in a lot of trouble sometime...
Made it good for our kids and did the best we could
Built it all with hardly a dime...
Our pockets ain't loaded but our hearts are full
And this River is a Home for me and you:
So Baby if you want to paddle right there with me
We'll take ourselves on down in this canoe....
____________________
CHORUS
___________________
The Mizzizzippi's rough and sometimes shallow
Sometimes this long channel's deep and wide:
There's Locks to open and ways to portage round-about
An Barges that can toss you upside...
We ain't scared cuz we're so much older now not
Even Big Man Death can have a say:
Cuz we're goin' to paddle through right into that Gulf
An nothin's gonna get in our way....
______________________
He Was Such A Man: Lyrics about Honor: written during the Oakland Occupation and the "Occupations" of this Nation, in the Fall of 2011 - needs a music arrangement/activist/performer to carry it through....
HE WAS SUCH A MAN
He was such a Man -
He'd stand and let them push him
By the salt, salt sea there:
India and the Sun hot - the People
And the Salt Mines...
British and the Workers -
They Fell and rose in glory
I saw it in the movies:
He was such a Man
CHORUS:
He was such a Man
To honor - hold in honor -
We'll remember Ghandi: for
He was such a Man
He was such a Man
He'd preach and they would follow
On the buses: moving on
Into the seats forbidden: the cafes
And the counters in the drugstores
Of this nation: He said he had
A Dream we all could follow: for
He was such a Man
CHORUS:
He was such a Man
To honor - hold in honor
We'll remember MLK: for
He was such a Man
He was such a man
He taught and told the truth to
Everyone - he gave his Time -
He didn't have the glory...but he
Made each day a blessing for
All his friends and work-mates -
We called him Pops - we loved him -
He was such a man
CHOURUS:
same as above:
...We'll remember Walter Fanning -
he was such a man
He is such a man
He sings and teaches students
Integrity - Adventure - he
Opens eyes ears and minds:
Our Teacher: we call him
Sir because respect is given
Where it is due and worthy :
He is such a man
CHORUS:
same as above
...We'll remember this one teaching: for
in this Occupation:
he is such a man.
He was such a Man -
He'd stand and let them push him
By the salt, salt sea there:
India and the Sun hot - the People
And the Salt Mines...
British and the Workers -
They Fell and rose in glory
I saw it in the movies:
He was such a Man
CHORUS:
He was such a Man
To honor - hold in honor -
We'll remember Ghandi: for
He was such a Man
He was such a Man
He'd preach and they would follow
On the buses: moving on
Into the seats forbidden: the cafes
And the counters in the drugstores
Of this nation: He said he had
A Dream we all could follow: for
He was such a Man
CHORUS:
He was such a Man
To honor - hold in honor
We'll remember MLK: for
He was such a Man
He was such a man
He taught and told the truth to
Everyone - he gave his Time -
He didn't have the glory...but he
Made each day a blessing for
All his friends and work-mates -
We called him Pops - we loved him -
He was such a man
CHOURUS:
same as above:
...We'll remember Walter Fanning -
he was such a man
He is such a man
He sings and teaches students
Integrity - Adventure - he
Opens eyes ears and minds:
Our Teacher: we call him
Sir because respect is given
Where it is due and worthy :
He is such a man
CHORUS:
same as above
...We'll remember this one teaching: for
in this Occupation:
he is such a man.
11/1/11
RING AROUND THE SUN RING AROUND THE MOON LYRICS: are from the story on this blog: Another Time Another Place...Liza Marie Sparks has captured them and is giving them their music and arrangement, for her to perform some day...
"Another Time Another Place", in my blog July Archive, is the usual sad, sad story line about another has-been Country and Western Singer...it's kind-of typical of that sort of story...but I Like the Lady as I wrote about her, and I think you will too...so, anyways, here are 'her' first Lyrics as 'she' presents them in her tale about her self: take it away, Lisa Marie!...
Liza Marie Sparks, by the by, is an exceptionally motivated and talented Song Writer/Instrumentalist/Singer/Performer: she is original in her approach to her Life and Songs as well: she Sings to Live, and to Live Well in the midst of a difficult and personal Medical History...I admire and respect her Music and her Life greatly!....
"...Well. there's just no accounting for it. she wasn't able to see the
writing on the wall. all kinds of cliches were traipsing around in her
brain. she was trying to hard to find one that would fit...it just
made no sense that he would leave. no sense at all. his contract
broken and everything. after all these years in the Beverlys. named
for his Mama and all. and damn popular all those years. and even
today. when most didn't appreciate their kind of country music anyway.
still. they were old-timers. so they had quite a following. she was
proud of that. thought he was too...
Ring around the sun
Ring around the moon
It's gonna be dry
It's gonna rain soon
There's no use guessin'
What way it'll be
Weather man's wrong
Just wait and see
Weather man's wrong
Just wait and see
Ring on your finger
Ring on mine
It's gonna be sad
It's gonna be fine
There's no use guessin'
What way it'll be
Those folks are all wrong
Just wait and see
Our folks are wrong
Just wait and see
Ring in the new years
Ring out the old
It's gonna be white
Where your hair was gold
There's no use guessin'
What way it'll be
I'm sure that I love ya
Just wait and see
I'm sure gonna love ya
Just wait and see...."
__________________
Liza Marie Sparks, by the by, is an exceptionally motivated and talented Song Writer/Instrumentalist/Singer/Performer: she is original in her approach to her Life and Songs as well: she Sings to Live, and to Live Well in the midst of a difficult and personal Medical History...I admire and respect her Music and her Life greatly!....
"...Well. there's just no accounting for it. she wasn't able to see the
writing on the wall. all kinds of cliches were traipsing around in her
brain. she was trying to hard to find one that would fit...it just
made no sense that he would leave. no sense at all. his contract
broken and everything. after all these years in the Beverlys. named
for his Mama and all. and damn popular all those years. and even
today. when most didn't appreciate their kind of country music anyway.
still. they were old-timers. so they had quite a following. she was
proud of that. thought he was too...
Ring around the sun
Ring around the moon
It's gonna be dry
It's gonna rain soon
There's no use guessin'
What way it'll be
Weather man's wrong
Just wait and see
Weather man's wrong
Just wait and see
Ring on your finger
Ring on mine
It's gonna be sad
It's gonna be fine
There's no use guessin'
What way it'll be
Those folks are all wrong
Just wait and see
Our folks are wrong
Just wait and see
Ring in the new years
Ring out the old
It's gonna be white
Where your hair was gold
There's no use guessin'
What way it'll be
I'm sure that I love ya
Just wait and see
I'm sure gonna love ya
Just wait and see...."
__________________
SNOWBIRD is, yes, another Lyrics that has no where to land it's little bird feet yet...I like this one much, and would love someone to adopt it toot-sweet!
Septembe 14: Wrote this on a day I saw that black-brown 'V' against the sky that means that some birds want to go even more South than they probably need to...just cuz they're used to it and all...
it needs its Song and its Arranger/Performer!....
SNOWBIRD COME ON HOME
CHORUS:
Snowbird come on home now
Snowbird fly on south now
Sun is movin' over time
Sun is wingin' with you
Tears be startin' with this flight -
I'll surly be there cryin'.....
___________
Waitin' for some warmer sunrise -
Moon is wanin' in the west...
You've been travelin' all these years now:
Leavin's what you're doin' best...
Never trusted you with nothin' -
Never even asked you why:
You're a freeborn man for sure, babe:
Can't even figure why I'd cry....
___________
CHORUS
____________
Are you leavin' with another?
Are you leavin' all alone?
Will you visit - will you call me
From the new sky you name 'home'?
I'm just watchin' from my heart here
Lookin' up into the sky...
I ain't worryin' about you:
You'll come back here by and by....
_____________
CHORUS
____________
it needs its Song and its Arranger/Performer!....
SNOWBIRD COME ON HOME
CHORUS:
Snowbird come on home now
Snowbird fly on south now
Sun is movin' over time
Sun is wingin' with you
Tears be startin' with this flight -
I'll surly be there cryin'.....
___________
Waitin' for some warmer sunrise -
Moon is wanin' in the west...
You've been travelin' all these years now:
Leavin's what you're doin' best...
Never trusted you with nothin' -
Never even asked you why:
You're a freeborn man for sure, babe:
Can't even figure why I'd cry....
___________
CHORUS
____________
Are you leavin' with another?
Are you leavin' all alone?
Will you visit - will you call me
From the new sky you name 'home'?
I'm just watchin' from my heart here
Lookin' up into the sky...
I ain't worryin' about you:
You'll come back here by and by....
_____________
CHORUS
____________
WISHES FOR WIND LADY'S DREAM is a song about a Horse Woman and a Horse, named Wind Lady...and a Relationship...a Love....
Right now, Cindy Lou Hadley, who is a very, very fine Voice Woman with an original and naturally compelling style...who is, as well, a charming Singer/Guitarist/Performer/Horsewoman, has these Lyrics with her, to decide whether she wants to make their Music and perform them, or pass them to another Song Writer to make them come alive....
I wrote the song for her, somewhat...it also somewhat 'came to me', as I used to ride horses pretty well, a decade or more ago...wish I still could, but Back Problems are hard on ones 'seat' in the saddle...ah well...I'll just keep writing about horses, as compensation!
Tune in, and I'll let you know if Ms Hadley sings this song someday...it would be an honor, Lady!
WISHES FOR WIND LADY'S DREAM
CHORUS:
Be like the wind, Lady
Hold the reins lightly
Hold her mane lightly
Twined in wind's fingers
Wishes are Horses
We beggars must ride
__________
You've been crying in the shadows -
I could hear you in the morning:
All your wishes aren't for nothin':
You can make your hopes be true...
Bring her over all the gates now -
She's a beauty and she hears ya -
She'll not be the one to let all
Your enormous dreams fall through...
____________
CHORUS
____________
I'm the one who rhymes with sorrow...
She's the one who brings you home now....
I can't tell what's love - what hate is -
She just loves the ride - the salt spray -
I'm not gentle with your ridin' -
She'll share all the times with sweet ease:
I'm not willing to obey ya
Every time you need me smilin'....
___________
CHORUS
___________
You can keep the pretty ribbons:
Blue for wishes that came true then
Red for second guesses held back:
All the gold stars for third prizes
You've been handin' me for ever:
I'll be takin' my horse home now:
Home: I think I'll set her free....
___________
CHORUS
____________
I wrote the song for her, somewhat...it also somewhat 'came to me', as I used to ride horses pretty well, a decade or more ago...wish I still could, but Back Problems are hard on ones 'seat' in the saddle...ah well...I'll just keep writing about horses, as compensation!
Tune in, and I'll let you know if Ms Hadley sings this song someday...it would be an honor, Lady!
WISHES FOR WIND LADY'S DREAM
CHORUS:
Be like the wind, Lady
Hold the reins lightly
Hold her mane lightly
Twined in wind's fingers
Wishes are Horses
We beggars must ride
__________
You've been crying in the shadows -
I could hear you in the morning:
All your wishes aren't for nothin':
You can make your hopes be true...
Bring her over all the gates now -
She's a beauty and she hears ya -
She'll not be the one to let all
Your enormous dreams fall through...
____________
CHORUS
____________
I'm the one who rhymes with sorrow...
She's the one who brings you home now....
I can't tell what's love - what hate is -
She just loves the ride - the salt spray -
I'm not gentle with your ridin' -
She'll share all the times with sweet ease:
I'm not willing to obey ya
Every time you need me smilin'....
___________
CHORUS
___________
You can keep the pretty ribbons:
Blue for wishes that came true then
Red for second guesses held back:
All the gold stars for third prizes
You've been handin' me for ever:
I'll be takin' my horse home now:
Home: I think I'll set her free....
___________
CHORUS
____________
NEVER MIND THE RAINS are Lyrics that do not yet have a 'Home Port' to emerge from, out into the Seas of Songs in the Big World....
These Lyrics were written when I was in a Celtic sort-of-mood...so maybe their Music is off in the mist somewheres....let me know if you hear their Music and would like to do their arrangement and perform them! They are hopeful little Lyrics, in their way...the title is up-for-grabs as well...can't seem to see it...darn Celtic mists!....
SONG FOR THE RAINS
CHORUS
Never mind the Rains, lad
Never mind the Rains -
I'll kiss you, lad, anyways:
Every day I can -
Just let me love you freely, lad,
And never mind the Rains
____________________
You've been off and runnin', dear one -
I've been runnin' too:
Got my rosy glasses on:
But all I see is Blue...
Rains are comin' on strong now:
Can hardly bear the Sun...
You heart flows with mine on rivers
Til the Rains are done....
_____________________
CHORUS
_____________________
Rains are comin' all around
They fall on leaf and tree -
Rains down all the flower's petals -
Toss the ships at sea...
The children, happy, sing the Rain -
From our backyard the same:
The organ of the waves at sea
Is laughin' with the Rain....
______________________
CHORUS
______________________
Surely sunny days will come by:
Fall in love again...
Fall in love over and over
While the clouds break up the sky...
We are crystal - we are silver -
Just mere raindrops...by and by,
We'll love fiercer than the sun can...
All Rains mean is just "Goodbye"....
__________________________
CHORUS
______________________
SONG FOR THE RAINS
CHORUS
Never mind the Rains, lad
Never mind the Rains -
I'll kiss you, lad, anyways:
Every day I can -
Just let me love you freely, lad,
And never mind the Rains
____________________
You've been off and runnin', dear one -
I've been runnin' too:
Got my rosy glasses on:
But all I see is Blue...
Rains are comin' on strong now:
Can hardly bear the Sun...
You heart flows with mine on rivers
Til the Rains are done....
_____________________
CHORUS
_____________________
Rains are comin' all around
They fall on leaf and tree -
Rains down all the flower's petals -
Toss the ships at sea...
The children, happy, sing the Rain -
From our backyard the same:
The organ of the waves at sea
Is laughin' with the Rain....
______________________
CHORUS
______________________
Surely sunny days will come by:
Fall in love again...
Fall in love over and over
While the clouds break up the sky...
We are crystal - we are silver -
Just mere raindrops...by and by,
We'll love fiercer than the sun can...
All Rains mean is just "Goodbye"....
__________________________
CHORUS
______________________
SONG BIRD LYRICS; were written for Nicole Yasolino, who's professional name is Nikko Moss: Singer/Songwriter/Performer, of Berlin, Germany....
Nicole was a student of mine while she attended high school at Orinda Academy aka North Bay Orinda School: in my twelve years of directing the small school 'Chorus': she was quite a Star even then! She went on to study Opera extensively for years: she is now an amazing Performer of many genres, with a gorgeous range and always charming performance flair!
I wrote SONG BIRD for her Birthday this year...because, besides her amazing Performance Career, Nicole has an enormous ethical approach to life and human rights...and advocates the best in man/womankind in her work....I'm honored that she's happy with these lyrics and wants to arrange and perform them! Thank you Ms Nikko!...
Oct 27
I'm so glad you like it!!!!! It will be Wonderful to hear you make it
a Song and perform it! I'M honored!....
I'll be putting the lyrics up with my other six lyrics, so far, on my
Blog as a project next week, including the recordings of the three
that are being sung already...(this is feeling so good for me), and for
others to enjoy them: the BEST!....it's funny, as soon as I hear
someone sing the lyrics to the music they 'wrote', I always say, "YES!
that's exactly how it 'goes'! Beautiful!"....
I can't wait to hear how you birth This Song!!!!
Thanks right back, Nicole!
Kathy
On Thu, Oct 27, 2011 at 12:16 AM, Nicole Yazolino wrote:
Kathe,
What a stunningly beautiful lyric. I am so honored to have been the
inspiration behind this... and I will make it a song for everyone!
Lots and lots and lots of love!
-N
On Thu, Oct 27, 2011 at 5:21 AM, Kathleen Everitt wrote:
SONG BIRD
CHORUS:
Nighttime, Song Bird
Time to Give Them
All your Voice and
All your Heart:
Time for Healin'
Time for sharin'
All the Stories:
Sing your Part
__________________
Songs of life and songs of laughter
Sing of sorrow - sing of pain -
When there's love sing of the sunshine -
When there's loss sing of the rain...
Sing about the Truth and Justice:
All the World that lives for Right...
Sing about the Poor Forsaken:
Sing to end their endless night....
_________________
CHORUS
_________________
Sing the glory of the wild birds -
Songs of Animals on Earth -
Love songs for the happy Lovers -
Lullabyes to greet each Birth -
Gentle songs to soothe the dying -
Sweetest songs for those who sing
Without fear when all is fearsome -
Those who don't fear anything...
__________________
CHORUS
___________________
Little Song Bird: don't be weary-
Don't give up upon this night:
You are singin' for us all and
What you sing is always right...
All across this suffering nation:
Let us sing your Mighty Song:
You will be our Gift: our Singer:
We'll sing with you all Life long....
___________________
CHORUS
___________________
I wrote SONG BIRD for her Birthday this year...because, besides her amazing Performance Career, Nicole has an enormous ethical approach to life and human rights...and advocates the best in man/womankind in her work....I'm honored that she's happy with these lyrics and wants to arrange and perform them! Thank you Ms Nikko!...
Oct 27
I'm so glad you like it!!!!! It will be Wonderful to hear you make it
a Song and perform it! I'M honored!....
I'll be putting the lyrics up with my other six lyrics, so far, on my
Blog as a project next week, including the recordings of the three
that are being sung already...(this is feeling so good for me), and for
others to enjoy them: the BEST!....it's funny, as soon as I hear
someone sing the lyrics to the music they 'wrote', I always say, "YES!
that's exactly how it 'goes'! Beautiful!"....
I can't wait to hear how you birth This Song!!!!
Thanks right back, Nicole!
Kathy
On Thu, Oct 27, 2011 at 12:16 AM, Nicole Yazolino wrote:
Kathe,
What a stunningly beautiful lyric. I am so honored to have been the
inspiration behind this... and I will make it a song for everyone!
Lots and lots and lots of love!
-N
On Thu, Oct 27, 2011 at 5:21 AM, Kathleen Everitt wrote:
SONG BIRD
CHORUS:
Nighttime, Song Bird
Time to Give Them
All your Voice and
All your Heart:
Time for Healin'
Time for sharin'
All the Stories:
Sing your Part
__________________
Songs of life and songs of laughter
Sing of sorrow - sing of pain -
When there's love sing of the sunshine -
When there's loss sing of the rain...
Sing about the Truth and Justice:
All the World that lives for Right...
Sing about the Poor Forsaken:
Sing to end their endless night....
_________________
CHORUS
_________________
Sing the glory of the wild birds -
Songs of Animals on Earth -
Love songs for the happy Lovers -
Lullabyes to greet each Birth -
Gentle songs to soothe the dying -
Sweetest songs for those who sing
Without fear when all is fearsome -
Those who don't fear anything...
__________________
CHORUS
___________________
Little Song Bird: don't be weary-
Don't give up upon this night:
You are singin' for us all and
What you sing is always right...
All across this suffering nation:
Let us sing your Mighty Song:
You will be our Gift: our Singer:
We'll sing with you all Life long....
___________________
CHORUS
___________________
WHEN I GET MY WINGS Song Lyrics were written for Lori Hawk, of FINDING FABLE, a remarkable Song Writing and Performing Trio from North of the East Bay...
Lori is a Wonderful Singer and Songwriter...! I truly 'dreamed' that I wrote her a song that would suit her original style and full, capable Voice, and this is That Song! She is in the process of developing and producing the Music Arrangement at present...I can hardly wait to hear her sing the final Arrangement, with her husband Sam, probably, playing his wickedly fine guitar in accompanyment...thank you, Lori, for, after all, this is Your Song!....
Oct 14
Lyrics: When I Get My Wings
Lori Hawk: Kathy Beautiful. Let me noodle on this. Lori --------------------------------
Lori!
glad you like it! I sent one copy to Kevin Radley too: I was thinking:
maybe it could be a duet for you two...I think you would sound great
on a testy love song like this one...just a thought with no where to
go...la de dah!!!!!
Kat
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From: "Kathleen Everitt"
Sent: Thursday, October 13, 2011 10:33 PM
To: "Lori Hawk"
Subject: Lyrics: When I Get My Wings
WHEN I GET MY WINGS
CHORUS;
I've been thinkin'When I get my wings:
Will flyin' happen...
Will I have to learn
To fly
To fly away
To fly away....
_____________
Been wonderin' since I fell into your arms:
Is this a nest or just a place to fall -
Am I the sort of magic thing that flies
Or more fantastic yet a love with wings...
Am I just supposed to fly or still to stay
And who are you to make me fly away?
CHORUS;
______________
Been knowing the impossible my darlin'
Is all I ever really want to do -
And flyin's something I do when I'm dreamin'
It's somethin' I know I could teach to you
If you had simple needin' and believin'
Or even courage - even love of flyin'....
CHORUS:
_____________
Let's go rock and roll babe
Let's go dancin' - maybe let's be
Sleepin' in the street or by the ocean -
Let's risk somethin' once or maybe always:
Go and fly somewheres we can't go -
But only darlin': cuz we haven't tried....
CHORUS:
____________
Oct 14
Lyrics: When I Get My Wings
Lori Hawk: Kathy Beautiful. Let me noodle on this. Lori --------------------------------
Lori!
glad you like it! I sent one copy to Kevin Radley too: I was thinking:
maybe it could be a duet for you two...I think you would sound great
on a testy love song like this one...just a thought with no where to
go...la de dah!!!!!
Kat
--------------------------------------------------
From: "Kathleen Everitt"
Sent: Thursday, October 13, 2011 10:33 PM
To: "Lori Hawk"
Subject: Lyrics: When I Get My Wings
WHEN I GET MY WINGS
CHORUS;
I've been thinkin'When I get my wings:
Will flyin' happen...
Will I have to learn
To fly
To fly away
To fly away....
_____________
Been wonderin' since I fell into your arms:
Is this a nest or just a place to fall -
Am I the sort of magic thing that flies
Or more fantastic yet a love with wings...
Am I just supposed to fly or still to stay
And who are you to make me fly away?
CHORUS;
______________
Been knowing the impossible my darlin'
Is all I ever really want to do -
And flyin's something I do when I'm dreamin'
It's somethin' I know I could teach to you
If you had simple needin' and believin'
Or even courage - even love of flyin'....
CHORUS:
_____________
Let's go rock and roll babe
Let's go dancin' - maybe let's be
Sleepin' in the street or by the ocean -
Let's risk somethin' once or maybe always:
Go and fly somewheres we can't go -
But only darlin': cuz we haven't tried....
CHORUS:
____________
THREE MORE LYRICS: after I sent the first Lyrics to Debbie Kuhl Wendt, I sent these three...two she arranged the music for two of them...one, Harbor, has become everyone's favorite so far...She's a Wonderful Song/Music Arranger and Performer - sings beautifully in French as well!....
THREE LYRICS, sent August 15 by email, to Ms Kuhl Wendt, to see if she would like to set them to music and perform them...the first she 'heard' the music in, was HARBOR...it's become my favorite!....
HARBOR has class because of the Music Debbie Kuhl Wendt wrote and arranged: Beautiful! Several other Performers want to do their own Performances of HARBOR: glad these Lyrics found such a good 'Home Port"!....
HARBOR
Chorus:
If you needed Harbor
I could be that
I could harbor you
If you needed Harbor
__________
You're like some boat
Washed up on desert sands
West of Chile
East of Chile
Don't matter:
It's desert all the same
Wind blows hot or cold
It's desert all the same...
Chorus
The ocean abounds, abounds
Where you are
Can't drink the salt
Can you
Can't find a harbor
Can't cast sail
From desert sands
From desert sands
Chorus
You need to come clean
Wash clean off the sand
Be back like one thing
With that Ocean
Then I can be Harbor
Harbor to your needin'
Harbor - maybe even
Home
Chorus
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WHEN YOU FALL Lyrics don't have a Mama or a Papa yet to write/arrange Music for them: Any Performers/Song Writers out there are welcome to give them New Birth! They're somewhat somber, I know, but they do reflect certain aspects of Relationship....
WHEN YOU FALL
Chorus:
When you fall: you can
Fall at this door -
I might open up -
You never know
You never know
I've fallen against some
Other doors before:
I've fallen before....
__________
You made some serious
Mishaps, Friend
You made some bad, bad
Mistakes, Friend
In the end you won
In the end you lost -
The beginnings were hot
Were cold - not good -
Didn't matter, Friend:
Mostly you lost
And that is so sad
Baby....
Chorus
Kept promise, darlin -
Broke promise, darlin -
What's great about that, darlin:
Is how you say you're the Lucky One
All the time be sayin
"I'm the Lucky One"
Luck like that:
Don't shed that luck on me -
Luck's not like that -
Don't shed your luck on me....
Chorus
__________ __________ __________
OPEN DOOR DREAMIN' is the third of Debbie Kuhl Wendt's Music Arrangements of my Lyrics. It's always a pleasure for me to hear this one played by her on the piano, and sung in it's sweet Waltz time...lovely song!....
OPEN DOOR DREAMIN'
Chorus:
Open window
Open door
All dances free
Across this floor
Inside this warm house
Where I am dreamin' still
Where I am dreamin'
__________
So now you said you love me
Made ya say it -
Sorry, my man, for that -
But you know
Now we can rock all night
Cuz lovin' is the tiny key
To my keener sides
Say you love me again:
I'll let you in
I'll let you in.....
Chorus
I am a window
I am a door
I am open:
All your fresh self
Can blow right in
No place to go
But right inside where
I love you is an echo
And the wind
Is blowin' change about
Like some brand new song....
Chorus
---------- ---------- -----------
HARBOR has class because of the Music Debbie Kuhl Wendt wrote and arranged: Beautiful! Several other Performers want to do their own Performances of HARBOR: glad these Lyrics found such a good 'Home Port"!....
HARBOR
Chorus:
If you needed Harbor
I could be that
I could harbor you
If you needed Harbor
__________
You're like some boat
Washed up on desert sands
West of Chile
East of Chile
Don't matter:
It's desert all the same
Wind blows hot or cold
It's desert all the same...
Chorus
The ocean abounds, abounds
Where you are
Can't drink the salt
Can you
Can't find a harbor
Can't cast sail
From desert sands
From desert sands
Chorus
You need to come clean
Wash clean off the sand
Be back like one thing
With that Ocean
Then I can be Harbor
Harbor to your needin'
Harbor - maybe even
Home
Chorus
----------- ----------- -----------
WHEN YOU FALL Lyrics don't have a Mama or a Papa yet to write/arrange Music for them: Any Performers/Song Writers out there are welcome to give them New Birth! They're somewhat somber, I know, but they do reflect certain aspects of Relationship....
WHEN YOU FALL
Chorus:
When you fall: you can
Fall at this door -
I might open up -
You never know
You never know
I've fallen against some
Other doors before:
I've fallen before....
__________
You made some serious
Mishaps, Friend
You made some bad, bad
Mistakes, Friend
In the end you won
In the end you lost -
The beginnings were hot
Were cold - not good -
Didn't matter, Friend:
Mostly you lost
And that is so sad
Baby....
Chorus
Kept promise, darlin -
Broke promise, darlin -
What's great about that, darlin:
Is how you say you're the Lucky One
All the time be sayin
"I'm the Lucky One"
Luck like that:
Don't shed that luck on me -
Luck's not like that -
Don't shed your luck on me....
Chorus
__________ __________ __________
OPEN DOOR DREAMIN' is the third of Debbie Kuhl Wendt's Music Arrangements of my Lyrics. It's always a pleasure for me to hear this one played by her on the piano, and sung in it's sweet Waltz time...lovely song!....
OPEN DOOR DREAMIN'
Chorus:
Open window
Open door
All dances free
Across this floor
Inside this warm house
Where I am dreamin' still
Where I am dreamin'
__________
So now you said you love me
Made ya say it -
Sorry, my man, for that -
But you know
Now we can rock all night
Cuz lovin' is the tiny key
To my keener sides
Say you love me again:
I'll let you in
I'll let you in.....
Chorus
I am a window
I am a door
I am open:
All your fresh self
Can blow right in
No place to go
But right inside where
I love you is an echo
And the wind
Is blowin' change about
Like some brand new song....
Chorus
---------- ---------- -----------
One Water: First of many Lyrics to come: there are NINE of them actually in production right now...Three have been performed several times...an interesting Adventure for me and you, yes?!....
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thought you were the one
one man my man
thought you were the one
made jus' for me
there be more ways
than one water
more ways to go down
to this sea
you've been the one
the only one man
for me
one sweet man
for me
so many rivers
run slow run fast
hundreds runnin' past
to the sea
to this sea
there be only one man
out of many that
be lovin' me
be lovin' me
I have a boat here
just a little ol' canoe
I be runnin' down this river
to be one with one man
that be you
o yeah, that be you
I am a river myself
runnin' tired and deep
to this sea
this big ol' sea
singin' songs about how
there is just one man
for me
just this fine one man
for me
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this one is actually a bit of a memory paraphrased from a song my grandpa's housekeeper sang to my sister and me when we were little kids - her name was Lily B - in Shreveport, Louisiana, over maybe 58 or so years ago....
wish I could remember the tune entirely!....
the FIRST LYRICS, that are actually been performed, by Debbie Kuhl Wendt, a very, very fine Songwriter and Performer on piano and guitar. This is her song arrangement...it's quite lovely and bluesey...I'll post all the actual music when I can...aren't sure it will always come through, but I'll try!...eventually, many of these are going on to CDs
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One Water
thought you were the one
one man my man
thought you were the one
made jus' for me
there be more ways
than one water
more ways to go down
to this sea
you've been the one
the only one man
for me
one sweet man
for me
so many rivers
run slow run fast
hundreds runnin' past
to the sea
to this sea
there be only one man
out of many that
be lovin' me
be lovin' me
I have a boat here
just a little ol' canoe
I be runnin' down this river
to be one with one man
that be you
o yeah, that be you
I am a river myself
runnin' tired and deep
to this sea
this big ol' sea
singin' songs about how
there is just one man
for me
just this fine one man
for me
--------------------------------------------------------------------
this one is actually a bit of a memory paraphrased from a song my grandpa's housekeeper sang to my sister and me when we were little kids - her name was Lily B - in Shreveport, Louisiana, over maybe 58 or so years ago....
wish I could remember the tune entirely!....
the FIRST LYRICS, that are actually been performed, by Debbie Kuhl Wendt, a very, very fine Songwriter and Performer on piano and guitar. This is her song arrangement...it's quite lovely and bluesey...I'll post all the actual music when I can...aren't sure it will always come through, but I'll try!...eventually, many of these are going on to CDs
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