Van go, ever thought of working for a living? Van go, what yet another painting? Van go, is that all you care about- the world through your eyes on the canvas that you’re painting then don’t be surprised. If that’s all you care about you’ll never get nowhere, no doubt. Can’t you see that poverty…
Category: Live at Blackfriar’s Playhouse
Thank Ya Baby
It was a good choice and it was well made. Pacific Avenue, mocha latte. Under an awning in a light rain. Yawning with each passing phrase. Thank ya baby, for the big warm bed, the burnt toast and the scrambled eggs. Now, I’m headin’ down the highway on my own two leggs. Don’t you forget…
Summer of My Fall
If a woman wants the moon she takes the man in it. If a woman wants the world she looks away. A woman’s smile is like the Mayflower sailing on April rain. A woman’s love is like a lifetime… Keeps on going even after its gone. All I know of time and distance, I learned…
Ruins
I sing for people and places, all outer spaces I’ve traveled to castles with kings. I’ve sipped wine from the vine in courtyards with pools fed by springs. Now I’m standing in the ruins. With the music they played on a hundred guitars still twirling like dancers in stars. I sing, Bring me back everything…
Rolling Home
I can’t believe all I’ve seen is over. I can’t believe how beautiful it’s been so far, so far. I road the roads New York to San Francisco. Took ten years to make it to the Shenandoah and quite a few cars. Quite a few cars. Now I’m driving to the radio and dancing with…
Never Let Your Lover Down
Never let your lover down and you’re wise beyond your years. Knowing that a love with wings flies beyond your tears. And noone buys a love with wings, not even the king of the underground. They just come in timw whe you never let your lover down. Never let your lover down, them’s wings. Never…
Hate to be Lonely
What have I done? Look up at the sun. Hold my head high. Wonder why I don’t run. Been stealing kisses right from under her nose. Been out of my mind. Been out of my clothes. I don’t love her not like she loves me. Hate to be lonely, hard to be free. You know…
Clean Socks
I don’t got no clean socks. I don’t want to small talk. I don’t want this pressure I only met her two day ago. I don’t think so I don’t know. She could be anyone. She could be anywhere. She could be holding him. O without a care. She could be anyone. She could be…
Summertime Bank
Won’t ya, won’t ya, won’t ya come on chickadee sing me, sing me, sing that song. River, river, river run on. I’m sleepin in the sun on a summertime bank. Stone skipped 33 (your age) times then sank. I’m learnin how to whistle and I’m sayin’ my thanks to the rolling hills of home. Starry,…
Chicken and Rice
chicken and rice chicken and rice on the stove so nice to be home home home home pitter of feet pitter of feet I’m not alone it’s not just me I’m home home CHORUS and I aint ever going out there again not onto the road not into the wind Gonna stay right here with…