Songs and Lyrics
1. Old Ways Too
(instrumental)
This was supposed to go under the flute part that appeared on my last CD Sacred Ground. It didn't
sound quite right, so I left it off.
2. A Long Way Back Home
Six thousand miles ago I was there
Holding her close with my hand in her hair
I never saw anyone who quite looked so fair
It just wasn't right, and I guess it never was
But what can you do when you are so deep in love
But it was someone else that she was thinking of
A long way back home
I loved her so much that I wanted her there
But I guess I was never aware
Something was missing, it just wasn't there
A long way back home
I gave her everything I thought I could spare
I told her I loved right then and there
but all that she did was just sit and stare
So now I've left and she still follows me
Tonight in my dreams she is all that I see
I just can't shake her, she just doesn't leave
When I think of home
Six thousand miles ago I was there.
This song was actually written around 1981 or so. It's one of a few old songs I experimented on re-doing. two electric
guitars, one acoustic, bass, drums, vocals.
3. All About You
Sometimes it's you, sometimes it's me
Sometimes it's something deep down inside
You don't want to see
I don't know why you do what you do
I just know the problem isn't me, it's all about you
My mind is clear
but your mind is not.
I try to see for the both of us
what's real or not
Your feelings - they never come outside
So it's a guessing game which roller coaster
We're all gonna ride
So take a break and calm yourself
You get so uneasy and nervous -
It's time for something else
I've got no anger
No deep laid plans
The conspiracy theories are fiction
You don't understand
One of those songs about how people build things up in their minds that aren't true and can believe the strangest
things based on no facts. Written in 2009, this one languished for awhile, and it's one I play when and if I play live. Three
guitars, tamborine, voice.
4. Crazy Power
I burn my bridges now
I will leap before I look
Ignore what I mistook
and dive into the blaze headfirst
It
won't get better
It will go from bad to worse
Like evolution in reverse
When all that's left is fear and crazy
power
With the Bible in one hand
With a sword we aim to kill
Those we perceive that bear us ill
Until
the rest of all mankind looks like us
Where do we go from here?
I think only God knows
Which way this river
flows
We need to learn to love and not to hate
Written in March of 2010 and recorded in our hotel room at the Inn on Lake Superior on my little Tascam digital 4
track. Written while watching the DFL convention online and thinking what would happen if the Republicans actually took control.
Guitar and voice.
5. Be My Friend
everytime i call you're never at home
and when you're at home you know you're never alone
tell me why i have
to deal with you
'cause i can't do that if i never see you
why don't you be my friend
say you'll stand by
me
say you'll be my friend
until the very end
when i'm alone i don't know what to do
you know i climb
the walls if i don't see you
tell me why i have to deal with you
'cause i can't do that if i never see you
Lyrics written around 1980-81 and originally done as a Cars type song, but re-recorded it sloppily and with more
of a "live" feel. Acoustic and electric guitar, bass, drums, vocals.
6. Gonna Be Different
i thought that you were cool
you know i thought you were okay
thought maybe you were different
but it didn't
turn out that way
so you packed your bags and off you went
to where I do not know
never thought i'd be doing handstands
just to watch you go
i don't know...
it's going to be different aroune here
i find i'm not missing
you or the company you keep
and now that you have left the scene i see i was in too deep
it takes too much work to
care for your selfish needs and pain
when everything about you drives us all insane
they say blood runs deep in
family
and i know that it's not true
because just because you're family
does not make me love you
relatives
you cannot pick
you know that it's too bad
as blood runs thinner than water here
and I think it's rather sad
I had always wanted to use the line "doing handstands" since my friend Patrick at the job I had at the middle school
in the '80s used it. I was thinking about strained relationships, but also the fact that we can't love everyone.
This came out, and it doesn't really fit with anything I'd ever written before. Not especially autobiographical, this
came out after thinking about the move "What Ever Happened to Baby Jane," thinking, this is a family relationship
with problems. Complete here with false start. Electric lead and rhythm guitar, acoustic guitar, bass, drums, vocals.
Recorded 2009.
7. Just A Memory
Making my way through the meadows
Wondering how good life could be
I was making my way through the ruins
Of a murkey sea
I couldn't quite catch your drift then
You seemed a bit too far awat
I was hoping for something swift then
Not merely passe
I was looking for some sort of relief
I was tired of all of the ways
You lived in your proverbial basement
As you passed your days
Just like an Arthuran romance
You passed the days and nights
Why did you always resist me
Why did you fight?
Because you and me darling
You were right there
And i never knew
You were so close now
I could not see
You were just out of view
We'd pass the moments away
Sitting counting the days
Until you were nothing more than just a memory
Remember how we'd sit in the cornfield
Lisening to the perennial wind
We thought we had made a beginning
But it was just an end
Last night as I watched the sunset
I thought how I'd thrown you away
I only wanted to touch you
In just different way
Another very old song, from around 1980, and when I was deep in the throes of my pining for a girl named Sue at school,
who never would go out with me. Lots of weird allusions that I don't understand, but I like the melody and the half step chord
in the refrain. Recorded 2009, Three guitars, bass, drums, vocals.
8. Minor Workout
(instrumental)
Just a guitar oriented jam, this was recorded in my instrumental phase in and around 2007-08. I like the solo in
the middle, and the double tracked drums.
Guitars, bass, drums, drum programming.
9.Listen to the New America
Listen to me - I'm your friend
I could take you where I want you to go in the end
I'll feed your fear until you
can't take anymore
and l'll lead you to the slaughter, walk you right through the door
and keep you dumb and happy
and stupid for evermore
I speak in code so the racism is okay
I can make the hate sound reasonable in every way
I tell you it's a big tent but in fact it's really small
'cause angry and white is gonna fill it all
so as proud
Americans we'll make the least among us pay
Listen to the new America
I'll tell you who to hate and who is to blame
Any straw man will do as long
as we are not the same
You can blame the Liberals, the brown and the black
As we pile on the hate with lying and attacks
You earn the right to be a serf to all our kings
I am the face of fascist America
Give you bread and circuses
when all is said and done
You can serve the corporations that we all adore
and if you don't like it we'll shove your
ass right out the door
and you can die out in the streets as corporations soar
Written in Duluth, MN, the same day as "Crazy Power," this about sums up the Tea Party movement for me. No tolerance
- just greed.
10. Obituaries
you read them every day
small town lives soon passed away
history limited to but a few lines
forgotten only
after a day
devoted mother born in russia
came to america in '25
known for her laughter and love of god
survived
by grandchildren, children, and her husband
born on a farm near New Gluckenstall
lived in North Dakota his whole
life
from his father came the farm
never married, with his parents he now lies
she loved to cook and she loved
her church
and for many years she was the teacher
taught school in town for many years
as the town died she moved
to other things
places, names, and people and things
fade slowly to the past
little lives still do large things
remembered by the land and the prairie sky
I got some of these ideas reading small town obituaries, which
read like little novels and give you more info than you can possibly use. Recorded in my room at the Walkinshaw Bed and Breakfast
in Manitoba
11. One and One
I don't want to stand here in the rain
I don't want to feel each other's pain
I don't want to know what makes you tick
I don't want to know a bit of it
Just leave me here by myself
I don't need you much less anyone else
I don't want you to break my fall
I never needed you at all
I don't see the point of you
You say one and one makes one
But it always makes two
And that'll have to do
I try to think through all the wine
It finally occurred to me this time
You know my friends here have got it wrong
Pain has never made me strong
If I could end your world of hurt
You know it's more than you deserve
You know I'm tired of all your woes
I've got my own problems here, God knows
I don't see the point of you
You know one and one does not make one
It makes two
And that'll have to do
Ray Davies of the Kinks once said that marraige is a two headed transplant. I kind of agree. Not that it's a bad
thing, but sometimes the two don't operate as "one."
12. All Good Things
I will try and do my best
And I won't worry about the rest
Though I stumble and always fall
In the end you
were there through it all
And though life changes in fits and starts
All that matters is what's in our hearts
Though sometimes life moves too fast
Only good things are made to last
Life begins and life ends
We gain
others and lose friends
As a mortal living in fragility
Once a savior, won't you please save me
I'm getting old, man. John Denver wrote, "You know it turns me on to think I'm growing old." Hmm. I don't think this
aging thing is all it is cracked up to be.
13. The Older I Get
Don't know what I miss the most
Now that you're not here
And why I did the things I did
To this day remains unclear
Used to be I could call you up
And with you my heart I'd share
I guess the thing I miss the most
Is the fact that you're not there
The older I get the less I do
The more I take for granted too
The should have's and the might have beens
Cling firmly to my mind
Guilt compounds with the sorrow
Because I never took the time
The older I get the less I do
The more I take for granted too
Don't know what I miss the most
As the loss hangs in the air
I guess the thing I miss the most
Is the fact that you're not there.
As I age, I am finding the fact that my friends can die on me, and I don't like that. I forty-something and am beginning
to realize there are more days behind than ahead.
14. Let Yourself Grow
She sat outside herself
A victim of her dreams
To fail at love and life
Or so it seems
She so easily watched that idiot go
What to do now, she did not know
Mmm
With him gone
She gained some sort of release
Time to put the broken back
Into one piece
Innocence gone now for a second time
If she never needed anyone again, that would ge find
Love isn't everything
But sometimes it seems it should be
You think you need someone and
You find it need not be
So take some time
Let yourself grow
It's okay
It's gonna be okay
Should have trusted you
But I thought it was insane
When you fell in love again
Didn't want it to be the same
But your heart is amazing
And your soul is so true
That our sorrow deepens now
That we've lost you.
I never knew how much I loved you...
Really rough recording, I re-discovered this, background noice and all. One of a number of things written for Kimberly,
a close friend who passed away from cancer recently. The love mentioned at the end is not a romantic, but brother/sister
type love that sometimes you don't realize how much you care for the person until it's too late to say something.
15. Industrial Bop
An improvised instrumental basically in E. Yes, that is my old Casio keyboard giving the initial rhythm with hand
claps.
16. Without A Care
Interesting story to this one - a friend of mine at work wanted to sing to her soon to be husband at their wedding,
and she asked if I could write music, etc. This was the first tune I wrote, but the words she wrote were more than the melody
would hold, so it became this instrumental and I wrote a variation on this for her lyrics with longer phrases.