Our Wedding Song

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Tongue tied and stuttering
Looking for the words to say
To tell how much I love you
Gotta keep from spitting up cliches

You opened a door, shone a light
And made my life complete
No more lonely nights spent
Wandering like a hobo in the street

I was a man of constant sorrow
Knowin’ nothing but trouble all my days
Now reborn like a flower
Touched by the spring sun rays

I followed my footsteps
Ramblin’ down a lost highway
’til your love found me at that truckstop
Finally giving me a reason to stay

The prospect, it chilled my soul
Can life really be this way?
All my years on the road
Love was just another way to betray

But you made me a father; gave me a son
Created a brand new family
The light you shown opened by eyes
Finally allowing me to see

With your love in my heart
And your pillow for my head
There’s really nothing left to fear
For the past is truly dead

March 2009

This was written for and performed at my and my wife’s wedding reception on 18 July 2009.

A Little Girl’s Eyes

The letter came yesterday
To tell me the tragic news
You tried to string yourself up
’cause you think you’ve been abused.

And I saw her eyes, the little girl’s eyes

Your life’s rotting away
In that ten foot cell
Your perfect little life
Turned into a living Hell

But I see her eyes, that little girl’s eyes

I see those perfect eyes
That you reduced to tears
You stole away her innocence
Haunting the rest of her years

I saw her eyes, that little girl’s eyes

They’re all out to get you
None of it seems quite fair
You say you’re the real victim,
How can you even dare?

Cos I saw her eyes, that little girl’s eyes

What you did is an unforgivable sin
You’re right where you belong.
You say it’ll be the death of you
I just hope it doesn’t take too long

Cos I saw her eyes, that little girl’s eyes

2007

For Bob Dylan

Written on the occasion of Dylan being awarded the 2016 Nobel Prize for Literature.
Could be sung to the tune of ‘Song for Woody‘ by Bob Dylan.

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You’re out there traveling another mile down the road,
Listening for messages when the cold wind have blowed,
Writin’ ’em down and sendin’ ’em out,
Trying to figure what this crazy world’s all about.

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4th Street Movie Theater

I’ve seen this movie before and never liked the ending.
So why would I sit through it again?
I can see the plot twists all a comin’
I know what’ll happen, its just a matter of when.

The lead is a self absorbed princess
Living in a run down trailer tent
All the other actors are there to serve her
Displease her and be prepared to repent

She fancies herself a high class heiress
But she’s just a burned out alley whore
Using people like disposable needles
No matter the game, she’s always keeping score

Like a newborn baby, she’s blameless in every situation
Though her dress is scarlet red.
Kindly, she’ll show you your every misstep
Though it was you, down this path, she led.

So, without a word, I left the theater
Not stopping for a refund, nor to complain
Behind me the projector screened the second act
While I slept in comfort on an outbound train.

Crossroads Revisited

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Robert Johnson

Crossroads Revisited
For Robert Johnson and Eric Clapton

Following that time worn trail
Crawling on my hands and knees
Pleading with the Lord above
“Save me if you please”

Arriving at the crossroads
I try to regain my feet
Wondering how I managed
To end up on this side of the street

Pulling myself up on the signpost
Trying hard to read the words
Ignoring the screeching taunts
Of those circling buzzard-birds

I call out for a friend
But no one seems to hear
Falling back to my knees
I’m swallowed by my tears

Run back to town now, boy
Go get my friend, Willie Brown
Tell him I’m still at the crossroads
And that I’m still sinking down.

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Eric Clapton

Untitled Blues Lyrics

I can’t see or feel you
You’ve fallen from my touch
I can’t see or feel you
And You’ve fallen from my touch
I’d give up right now
If I didn’t love you so damn much..

I reach out for you
But your hand isn’t there
I reach out for you
But your hand just isn’t there
Oh, God almighty, tell me
Why is life so unfair?

I can’t live without you
I’d be stupid to even try
I can’t live without you
I’d be stupid to even try
And if I don’t see you soon
I’m afraid I just might die..

Traveling Pesach Blues

These are the lyrics to a Blues song based on the life of Moses as told in the Book of Exodus. I hear it being sung to the tune of Robert Johnson’s ‘Crossroad Blues.’

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The Travling Pesach Blues

There’s Blood on my hands and nowhere left to run
There’s Blood on my hands and nowhere left to run
Except into the wilderness, baked and cracked in the sun

I climb up the mountain, my flock running ahead of me
I climb up the mountain, my flock running ahead of me
Stumbling onto holy ground, my eyes must be deceiving me

I see a fire burning, but the leaves are crisp and green
I see a fire burning, but the leaves are crisp and green
A still small voice is wailing, like nothing I’ve ever seen

“Go to your people, tell them what you know.
I said, Go to your people, tell them what you know.
Tell that bloody Pharaoh to let your people go.”