Posted in Songs and Spoken Word

Monday Monday Song 74 – In Time

September 19, 2000

(D Based)

Don’t say nothing if you ain’t got nothing good to say
I was born in the Mississippi Delta but I walked away
Found a cabin in the Appalachia where I can live alone
It ain’t much but it’s home.

My life is more than the sum of what I’ve left behind
I know I will see some changes further down the line
In time.

Freedom is the choice to say that 2 + 3= 5
I want to live so I know I’ve been alive.
Take an inventory of what’s inside just because
I know I’m not the same man that I was.

My life is more than the sum of what I’ve left behind
I know I will see some changes further down the line
In time.

Don’t say nothing if you ain’t got nothing good to say
I was born in the Mississippi Delta but I walked away
But the memories are following along close behind
I’d turn around but I’m afraid of what I might find.

My life is more than the sum of what I’ve left behind
I know I will see some changes further down the line
In time.

Posted in Songs and Spoken Word

Monday Monday Song 73 – I Don’t Want to Wait to Slow Down

Verses: (D) (G) (D) (D) chord-5th fret) (D) chord-4th fret
Chorus: (G)(D)(A)(G)(D)

We don’t sing and crochet together anymore.
It seems we’re always grabbing our things and running out the door.

I don’t want to wait to slow down. (2)

You and I and the guitar harmonizing.
Strumming in time to the rhythm of your needles knitting.

I don’t want to wait to slow down. (2)

The phoebes wove a nest above our window this spring.
They’re busy living life but they still seem to have time to sing.

I don’t want to wait to slow down. (2)

I woke up this morning and saw the years stretch behind me.
But the pattern of our life was a slow stitch of love and melody.

Posted in Songs and Spoken Word

Monday Monday Song 71 – Epiphany

Another restless night with dreams of discontent

Could it be my brokenness is heaven sent?

And all of my suffering doesn’t even come close to the suffering of the one who loves me most

Or the pain of a friend who will never mend waiting in a wheelchair for the end

Can I be the love that animates flesh and bone bright scars on my skin through which the light can be shown

And what I have lost can only be found in a love that is bigger than the hate that is all around

Who holds a child near in the shadows of fear waiting for another missle to appear

Another frozen day trying to fan the flame

Do I truly believe in the power of a name?

That can warm the coldest heart in the winter of the soul and breathe into a shattered world and make it whole

I don’t know but it goes to show that this is a love that will never let us go

Posted in Songs and Spoken Word

Monday Monday (On Saturday) Song 69 – NumbSkull

I spend so much time in my head.
Some of my thoughts would be better off dead.
I need to concentrate on love instead.
I think I saw that somewhere in a book I read.

Numbskull,
Numbskull,
Deaf, blind, and dumb skull.
I have had an ether full, Numbskull.

Captured by my frozen brain,
I can no longer feel the pain
of a world that has gone insane,
washed away by a winter rain.

Numbskull,
Numbskull,
Deaf, blind, and dumb skull.
I have had an ether full, Numbskull.

The sun came out in my head today.
It chased the hate and fear away.
I saw you hurting, I began to pray
and love came out to play.

Love came out of my heart to play…. The sun melted the hate and fear away…. My numbskull went away…. I can feel, I can feel again, I can feel you again today….

Posted in Musings and Reflections

Words from the Prophet Townshend – Yep, We’re Getting Fooled Again

I don’t give a flying ikthus whether you’re conservative or liberal. I’m not interested in how great your particular God is or how sophisticated you are to supposedly not believe in one. I don’t care whether you think you’re a great songwriter/music critic/DJ or that your music or playlist is the s***. But please tell me where are the musicians who are, and the music that is, saying what needs to be said like what The Who sang in 1971!?!! Almost 50 years ago!!!!!

(A brief note: this song peaked at 15 on US Billboard Hot 100 in 1971. Currently, #15 is Delicate by Taylor Swift who used to be a good songwriter before she went all crossover, writing meaningless drivel like everyone else, and I’m sorry folks but look how far we have fallen in 50 years).

We are living in a moment when we must heed the words below. We need to blast them from speakers as loud as we possibly can in hopes that they will get through and be listened to.

Most of us are so stuck in the rut of what we think we believe that we are getting fooled again and again and again; reactionaries, mercenaries, missionaries…. visionaries? If this song doesn’t piss you off, you need to be.

My friends, this song more than any other for me right now is my mantra, because it reminds me to be very cautious about who or what I give my allegiance to and what new/old movement/march I choose to participate in. Because tomorrow it may be just the opposite. And will anything really have changed? “Meet the new boss, same as the old boss.” I could apologize for being so pessimistic but I won’t. What some folks call pessimism others might call wisdom. Although I don’t presume to be a wise man. I just can’t seem to get past the idea that we are mostly spinning our wheels and wasting our time protesting and resisting whatever someone has decided we need to be protesting or resisting today.

(It seems like all I can do right now is pick up my guitar and play and get on my knees and pray).

But enough of my rant. I present to you The Who. Disbelieve at your own peril.

We’ll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgement of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song
I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again
The change, it had to come
We knew it all along
We were liberated from the fold, that’s all
And the world looks just the same
And history ain’t changed
‘Cause the banners, they are flown in the next war
I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again, no, no
I’ll move myself and my family aside
If we happen to be left half alive
I’ll get all my papers and smile at the sky
Though I know that the hypnotized never lie
Do ya?
Yeaah!
There’s nothing in the streets
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye
And the parting on the left
Is now parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight
I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again
Don’t get fooled again, no no
Yeaaah!
Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss
Songwriters: Peter Townshend
Won’t Get Fooled Again lyrics © Spirit Music Group

Video link (please crank):

https://youtu.be/zYMD_W_r3Fg

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Love Dares You to Care – Words from the Prophet Bowie

In my ongoing attempts to reaquaint an increasingly tone deaf world with lyrics that actually say something meaningful and musicians who call us to compassion, I offer you the song “Under Pressure” by David Bowie and Queen. (Perhaps you will hear in your head the bass line Vanilla Ice made famous as you read).

RIP Ziggy Stardust. Say Hello to the stars for me.

Mm ba ba de
Um bum ba de
Um bu bu bum da de
Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure that brings a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
Um ba ba be
Um ba ba be
De day da
Ee day da – that’s okay
It’s the terror of knowing
What the world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming ‘Let me out’
Pray tomorrow gets me higher
Pressure on people people on streets
Day day de mm hm
Da da da ba ba
Okay
Chippin’ around – kick my brains around the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
Ee do ba be
Ee da ba ba ba
Um bo bo
Be lap
People on streets – ee da de da de
People on streets – ee da de da de da de da
It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming ‘Let me out’
Pray tomorrow – gets me higher higher high
Pressure on people people on streets
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don’t work
Keep coming up with love but it’s so slashed and torn
Why – why – why?
Love love love love love
Insanity laughs under pressure we’re breaking
Can’t we give ourselves one more chance
Why can’t we give love that one more chance
Why can’t we give love give love give love give love
Give love give love give love give love give love
‘Cause love’s such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the (People on streets) edge of the night
And loves (People on streets) dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure
Songwriters: Daniel Gonschorek / Axel Gundlach / Eric Lamont Smith / Volker Lindner / Frank Moesner / Harald Schubert / J. Supreme / Toyin (trooper) Taylor
Under Pressure lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Tintoretto Music
Posted in Songs and Spoken Word

A Word from the Prophet Norman

In lieu of the midweek essay this week, I thought I would share the lyrics to The Great American Novel by Larry Norman. The words, written in 1972, are still so very relevant today.

I was born and raised an orphan in a land that once was free
In a land that poured its love out on the moon;
And I grew up in the shadows of your silos filled with grain,
But you never helped to fill my empty spoon.
And when I was ten you murdered law with courtroom politics,
And you learned to make a lie sound just like truth;
But I know you better now and I don’t fall for all your tricks,
And you’ve lost the one advantage of my youth.
You kill a black man at midnight just for talking to your daughter,
Then you make his wife your mistress and you leave her without water;
And the sheet you wear upon your face is the sheet your children sleep on,
At every meal you say a prayer; you don’t believe but still you keep on.
And your money says in God we trust,
But it’s against the law to pray in school;
You say we beat the Russians to the moon,
And I say you starved your children to do it.
You are far across the ocean but the war is not your own,
And while you’re winning theirs, you’re gonna lose the one at home;
Do you really think the only way to bring about the peace
Is to sacrifice your children and kill all your enemies?
The politicians all make speeches while the news men all take note,
And they exaggerate the issues as they shove them down our throats;
Is it really up to them whether this country sinks or floats?
Well I wonder who would lead us if none of us would vote.
Well my phone is tapped and my lips are chapped from whispering through the fence,
You know every move I make, or is that just coincidence?
Well you try to make my way of life a little less like jail,
If I promise to make tapes and slides and send them through the mail.
And your money says in God we trust,
But it’s against the law to pray in school;
You say we beat the Russians to the moon,
And I say you starved your children to do it.

You say all men are equal, all men are brothers,
Then why are the rich more equal than others?
Don’t ask me for the answer, I’ve only got one:
That a man leaves his darkness when he follows the Son

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Give it a listen:

The Great American Novel https://g.co/kgs/49k6sH

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

The Songs of Present Day

When the living sing songs of death and are never satisfied, I cling to life-giving songs by singers who have died.

One by one, it seems death is taking them from me,
leaving behind their legacy of lyrical advocacy,

While present day songsmiths, so consumed with selfish glee,
regurgitate words of lust and mediocrity.

Posted in Songs and Spoken Word

Monday Monday Song – We Have This Moment

This is a song I heard as a boy who was fortunate to have parents with LOTS of records by the Gaithers. These folks could WRITE some songs!

Hold tight to the sound of the music of living, Happy songs from the laughter of children at play; Hold my hand as we run through the sweet fragrant meadows, Making mem’ries of what was today.

Chorus: We have this moment to hold in our hands and to touch as it slips through our fingers like sand; Yesterday’s gone and tomorrow may never come, But we have this moment today.

Tiny voice that I hear is my little girl calling, For Daddy to hear just what she has to say; And my little son running there by the hillside, May never be quite like today.

Chorus: We have this moment to hold in our hands and to touch as it slips through our fingers like sand; Yesterday’s gone and tomorrow may never come, But we have this moment today.

Tender words, gentle touch and a good cup of coffee, And someone who loves me and wants me to stay; Hold them near while they’re here and don’t wait for tomorrow, To look back and wish for today.

Chorus: We have this moment to hold in our hands and to touch as it slips through our fingers like sand; Yesterday’s gone and tomorrow may never come, But we have this moment today.

Take the blue of the sky and the green of the forest, And the gold and the brown of the freshly mown hay; Add the pale shades of spring and the circus of autumn, And weave you a lovely today.

Chorus: We have this moment to hold in our hands and to touch as it slips through our fingers like sand; Yesterday’s gone and tomorrow may never come, But we have this moment today.