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This is an old recording I just re-discovered of the first full song I wrote with the ukulele. It is so strange and wonderful to hear the night sounds in the background. That mixture is specific to the back patio of the old Holland House. It makes me feel like home in a way that is so special.
The song itself is about meeting special people in special places and then leaving them there. I think any regular traveler with a heart full for romance will get what I’m talking about.
Curse of Vienna
LYRICS
You, you got
You, you got,
you got me tied between
Old inclinations and simple pride
I need 24, 24, 24, more hours with you
In the slow roasting hell of this
Building block city
I’ll pretend that it’s not dying
if I can keep sitting
In a yellow, yellow, yellow, white chariot with you
And I don’t wanna
Don’t wanna hold
Don’t wanna hold you
To it
But the pumping’s been off in my heart since you blew it
And next time or sometime is no time when time’s not with you
You, you got
And I don’t want to
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I gave myself about thirty minutes to write song about three seconds worth of thought yesterday as a challenge for back porch art night. This little guy probably needs to be arranged differently, but it was fun to write something on a deadline and without the usual style I like to write in.
This photo is unrelated to the song, but I’m pretty in love with it right now.
I think my mood is shifting back into silly songs mode, so some more ditties like this old gal might be what’s next. It’s spring!!
LYRICS
Three Seconds
I’m hoping
A lot heart is good for prodigals
But this is not the time for tales to tell your children
Your weight feels as though it needs my comfort
I have none to give, I am among the comets
I’m hoping
Staring straight, I should be tiring quickly
I have to stay as though my heart is simple
A vine, it crawls between my toes and fingers
It keeps me warm and gives me an erasure
I’m hoping
What do I want? You don’t know what you’re doing
In my mind, the winds of rest and sailing
Have stopped all my crooked thoughts from thawing
I’m upside-down and I am hardly moving
I’m hoping
Don’t know what I did right
I hold my breath, and close my eyes
Keep real still
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I think dogs are super cool and have depth beyond our assumptions. Which, I guess, explains why this is not the first song I have written with a canine muse. Is that weird? Maaaybe.
Last November, a lovely friend of mine gave me the fantastic present of peaceful escapism. As a thank you for her kindness, I wrote her a song inspired by her doggie and sent her this little recording with the ukulele chords so she could play along at home (uke people attract uke people I think) for the pup.
This recording has a whistle solo that really shows off my total lack of talent in that particular area, so I’m really excited to share.
Daringly she tests the water
Wondering if she outta seize the day
And sail free
Adventure’s name starts calling softly
And slowly swells to a cacophony
“Come to me”
Her paws lift slowly from the sand
She flies through dreams of other lands
Harriet
She tends the winds and waves ferociously
The wisened bully of the open sea
Conscript to none, captain of all
Harriet
Do not be caught fool by her peaceful pace
Her stocky stance belies a leopard’s grace
Of heart and soul, if not of paw
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