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Marian is my favorite fiddle player after Itzhak Perlman. She and I wrote this song about her feeling of her Dad's presence when she plays and people listen. MARION'S SONG A puff of smoke when her violin broke A look that just said, "I…
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What's to say? That we actually have anything to do with what our government does? Ha! Even Woody Guthrie knew the truth. They just leave that verse out of his "anthem". No Man's Land Easy come, easy go. Nothing lasts for long Pay your…
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Do you see that girl? Do you see that boy? Walking hand in hand? They're on top of the world. Can you see that boy? Can you see that girl? Kissing in the park. They're on top of the world. I can see that girl. I can see that boy. Walking…
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Chance would rather be chained in her back yard than returned to the pound... Yes...Portland etc...
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Some questions and some guesses...about dreams. Video @ https://vimeo.com/214337550/158436839 BETWEEN OUR DREAMS Capo @ 2 KEY F FM7 - When we are born do dreams begin Or was it dreams we dwelt within C - And when we die does dreaming cease…
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CROOKED - 052310 There is an outfit that hires Latinos to push these little wheeled boxes (some are actually tricycles they ride) cooled with dry ice and filled with all flavors of popsicles that they sell for 50 cents. At some point it became…
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Written in Isaba, Spain 2003. On location shooting THE STONE RAFT/HET STENEN VLAT/La Balsa de Piedra. If you leave me a note, please tell me who you are.
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I was on location for The Stone Raft in Spain and feeling pretty lonely. June of 2000. I was the only person on cast or crew that spoke only English. I was left out of most conversations because the crew and cast were all multilingual Europeans…
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THE SIGN The sign on the fence at the signal Was whippin' in the wind I felt on the dash for a pencil And a Taco Bell napkin The naked prayer of a family Was written on the tarp Rain-drenched and torn by the weather The message, razor…
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SLEEPING ALONE Now, I've got room for my radio and I've got room for my phone And I've got room for my books and sun glasses now that I'm sleeping alone Now I've got room for my tablet and I've got room for my pen And now I've got room for…
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