LEAVING - Am Am - He trembles like a Tamborine Dm - His thoughts in words adorned E - She puts her fingers to his lips Am - Sufficiently informed She knows a primal language That answers all his fears And in the silent darkness She…

THE PICNIC The sun broke like glass on the water The trees threw their shade on the sand The ants ate the crumbs on the blanket She ate the grapes from my hand We didn't know what we were doing It all started off with a smile And an innocent…

I was reading this profile on MySpace and was impressed with this girl...really impressed. It's all there in her BIO. Masters degree and five languages. The part about using gender "stereotypes ironically" etc is an exact quote. SKIN TONE…

"Somewhere between the stumbling and the falling..." SOMEWHERE G capo @ 2 - live @ 4 Somewhere between the summer and the winter The leaves between the tree tops and the fall Somewhere between my heart and circled letters Somewhere…

"Somewhere between the stumbling and the falling..." SOMEWHERE G capo @ 2 - live @ 4 Somewhere between the summer and the winter The leaves between the tree tops and the fall Somewhere between my heart and circled letters Somewhere…

"Somewhere between the stumbling and the falling..." SOMEWHERE G capo @ 2 - live @ 4 Somewhere between the summer and the winter The leaves between the tree tops and the fall Somewhere between my heart and circled letters Somewhere…

That second chord hurts my pointer finger.

Still struggling with this one... Maybe not possible to make this work in a country song...MY DICK DON'T KNOW SHE'S GONE 1. She's been gone for three years now. Three years since she walked out Friends and folks I work with ask me what it…

I wrote another song but the general reaction suggested that I best "scrap the puppy." So, I salvaged what I could and started over. This is what I got... I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE'S GONE

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…