DREAM BOOK Don't wake me up. Can't you see that I'm sleeping? Turn out the light. I'm bound in a dream Don't raise your voice. I'm crossing the border Take a note from me. Write it down I will tell you the words There, in my dream book…

DREAM BOOK Don't wake me up. Can't you see that I'm sleeping? Turn out the light. I'm bound in a dream Don't raise your voice. I'm crossing the border Take a note from me. Write it down I will tell you the words There, in my dream book…

LISA'S THUMBNAIL Lost in a tangle of words Her life is a shambles Her dreams are in tatters Her thots are a tangle of thorns Her wounds are internal Her smoke;e's for survival... (c) 2002 Royal T Music

HEY! Hey, hey, hey Yeah, yeah, yeah Hey? Where you goin'? Think I'll go with you... As I walked out in The Streets of Laredo As I walked out in Laredo one day I spied a young cowboy all wrapped in white linen Wrapped in white linen…

My favorite song by Jane Bowers She was still alive back when I 1st learned this song from the Kingston Trio. I didn't know, back then, that I could have met her. WHEN I WAS YOUNG by Jane Bowers When I was young and dreams were new…

There was an album by a Los Angeles singer/songwriter named Judee Sill that came into KINK-FM back in 1971. https://www.nytimes.com/2020/01/23/obituaries/judee-sill-overlooked.html MISSING JUDY - Capo 2 Stepping down from C C B…

KAWEAH (says the crow) "Kaweah, Kaweah" There's a place on up the hill Redwood trees are standing still The murmur of the river will invite you Lay your head down on a rock You'll forget about the clock The whisper of the sun will…

There is nothing like the presence of a horse. The quiet understanding. The gentle strength. Woodlake, California...1961. I had a horse. She was my friend. There were times in my teens when Babe was the only being that did not judge me…

There is nothing like the presence of a horse. The quiet understanding. The gentle strength. Woodlake, California...1961. I had a horse. She was my friend. There were times in my teens when Babe was the only being that did not judge me…

SAWTOOTH REQUIEM Sawtooth Mountain. Working minimum wage Clearing slash for a trail for the lift to the edge Snow starts to falling the wind blowing sharp Freezing my breath and breakin' heart Some men's got to hunt. Some men's gotta ski…