A collection of songs to and about Peggy Ann Mitchell.
Worshiping at an abandoned alter…
This is called “My Life Will Never Be the Same” because that is what I knew the moment Peggy said to me, “I told Doug, two days ago, that I am leaving you.” It gives me chills just trying the words and that was four years ago.
© 2011 Royal T Music
I can’t explain this any better than it explains itself…..
© 2008 Royal T Music
We listen for years for words to explain ourselves. “I’m good but not THAT good,” was such a moment for me. Good enough to stay in the game but never good enough to win.
….another Peggy dream.
This song is just what it is and says what it says.
It’s where I am and where my hopes lie. It all just happens to fit into a song…
WHEN PEGGY COMES HOME
When Peggy comes home I’ll have the dishes put away
The floor will be swept and all the bills will be paid
When Peggy comers home…read more
One day I was up on my ladder, cleaning the leaves out of the gutters when I realized why I was there, doing that.
I hear your voice and I go get my ladder
I pull on my gloves. I climb up to the gutters
When the leaves gather â€˜round. Talk about the weather I hear your voice
Can’t sing this song. Can’t even think about this song without my chemistry set getting all spilled and runny.
A chapter in my bio…
ONE SMALL CANDLE Key - G
G D G
In this old world when things go wrong
We hold our women. We sing our song.
We call our children. We call our friends
If this was only made up!
SINCE YOU WENT AWAY Key G
G Bar 7/ 6/ 5 D
I lie on my back. Look up thru the leaves
B C Cm
The stars are still there
G Bb Dim Em C
How could I…read more
I don’t see myself in shiny mirrors
I don’t see myself in sunny skies
And I won’t see myself
Until I see myself again in Peggy’s Eyes.
Once upon a time there was a reason for the rhyme
There was some silver in the dime . I remember
And once upon a place there was a time there was a face…read more
Somewhere between the stumbling and the falling…
Somewhere between the summer and the winter
The leaves between the tree tops and the fall
Somewhere between my heart and circled letters
Somewhere between it all
Somewhere between the darkness and the dawning
Even if they brought you back to me paralyzed and blank
Dumped you on the porch and left the bill still owing at the bank
Even if you didn’t know my face, couldn’t speak my name
You and I have traveled much too far to still be pointing blame
You are what’s missing in my day…read more
Written one morning at OLD Number NINE weekend with Eliza Gilkyson.