A friend of mine sent me a poem and asked me to put music to it. I took the liberty to mangle a bit of the lyric. MANGO I like a mango. I like a mango. Well, I like mangos mornin' noon 'n night I like's in the dark. I like 'em in the light…

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.

Some people measure things by inches and miles, gallons and quarts and sometimes smiles, but I got a measure that I made up: I measure my orange juice by the "blub, blub, blub.".

The story is at www.iburymydead.com THE CHILD WITH THE BEAUTIFUL NAME What remains of an eagle that's fallen The roots of an oak tree now claim To draw sap for the shade for the cattle O're the child with the beautiful name The law…

Dad wanted me to write him some funeral music. This is it. He's still alive at 91 and sings this song to himself and tears come to his eyes. I have a video of Dad and me singing a duet of this song. EULOGY He grew up in Clinton, Oklahoma…

I was trying to find an image that expresses how lonely and abandoned I feel. This was it.

> First there was Spring Time. Then there was Summer. > Then there was Autumn. > > And then there was Winter. Her daddy mowed lawns > She was a smart little doll > River loved Winter. His dad was a singer > But River…

This song tells about a guy I know named Gene. GENE AGFE C B Gene had a girlfriend. The band would play and they would dance A…

Some people measure things by inches and miles, gallons and quarts and sometimes smiles, but I got a measure that I made up: I measure my orange juice by the "blub, blub, blub.".

This FaceBook friend of mine posted the first line and I went with it. THE CORNER - G (if capo is at 2 it sounds more like Neil Young.) C D G Am…