The Garage

The Ballad of Abraham (by Hitch Hike Mike)

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QOBczHFDygY[/youtube]
youtube.com/watch?v=QOBczHFDygY

Abraham heard voices in his head,
said, “Prove you fear me, slice your child dead!”
And if he weren’t completely insane,
he might have checked with his friends about the state of his brain,
but he took his boy, took the knife, and he took a walk instead.

Chorus:
Abraham was gonna kill his son,
Abraham was gonna kill his son,
Abraham was gonna kill his son,
Them voices in his head said see it done.

Now it seems to me that any good man
Would realize that somethin’ wrong’s at hand.
Seems a good time to get away when disembodied voices say,
“Kill your family,” sorry man, that’s mad.

(chorus)

Took him to a mountain, built an altar, tied him to it,
Raised the knife above his head, ya, he was gonna do it!
Abraham!
Abraham!
He was gonna do it, Abraham…

Now them voices in his head said, “Hey, Abe, give the boy a chance!
I was only testing you, so thank you for this dance now Abraham!
Abraham!
Thank you for the dance now, Abraham…”

Now it’s a story we all know,
I guess we never thought about it, though:
Forefather of our family sounds a little dysfunctional to me!
Give it up, it’s ancient… LET IT GO!!!

(chorus)

Litenin’ just reminded me of this one. A bit more reverential than the last one. It’s a kinda frantic version, so I’ll try and eventually redo it. :^o

Ballycotton Bull (by Tim Lambert)

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hmt0x855m5I[/youtube]

youtube.com/watch?v=Hmt0x855m5I

I know, I know. Less reverb. And more careful plucking that low E (man I wish I didn’t refret … it used to be silk).

Me and my poppa, we was
Havin’ a time…
Settlin’ down easy by
the ocean side.
I said now, me and my poppa we was
Havin’ a time!

Long comes this preacher man he was
Singin’ his song,
Tellin’ everybody how
He knows what’s goin’ down.
I said now, long comes this preacher man
He was singin’ his song!

Poppa and the preacher man they was
Laughin’ and jawin’,
Wonderin’ what’s keepin’ that ocean
So firmly on the ground.
Poppa and the preacher, man they was
Laughin’ and jawin’…

Wish I were a birdy, man!
Robin or a Jay!
Eat a little food, sing the
Days a-way…
Wish I was a birdy man
Robin or a Jay…

Ok, I’m on a first-take-go kick here for hobby-nurturant purposes. I’ll replace them when I get round to it, my dear captive audience. For I know this concerns you greatly… 8-[

First Good Snowfall

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jy-lcObT8R4[/youtube]

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Patience of the snow, drifting down
Resting on
An outstretched limb.

Contentment in the stand of trees
Quietly carrying
Armfuls of crystal.

Calms the sputter of my mind.

I laze, I gaze in a dream
Of rolling hills, naked poplars,
Ice glazed figurines.

Birds colour the booming silence
Of the mountains
Deafening roar.

Calms the sputter of my mind
That makes me to feel
Senseless.

Less sense.
Sense less.

Yet another shameless study in imperfection for your bemusement.

Goin’ to the River (Tim Lambert)

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9orPHTf236o[/youtube]

youtube.com/watch?v=9orPHTf236o

Well I’m goin’ down to the river,
Yes I’m goin’ down to see the shore!
Well I’m goin’ on down to the river, oh ya
And I ain’t comin’ back a-no-more!

Well I’m wadin’ on into that river,
Yes, I’m wadin’ out in from the shore,
Well I’m goin’ on down to the river, oh ya
And I ain’t comin’ back a-no-more!

Voices from a thousand tears, crying out to rouse my soul.
Let go, let go, don’t you hold on! Let the river fill ya, and bring you home.

A thousand tears from my last shore, crying out not to hold on more,
“Let go! Let go!” all the tears cry, let the river fill ya, and bid you good-bye!

Well I’m floatin’ on into that river,
Yes, I’m lappin’ at the shore.
Well I’m a-flowin’ on down with the river, oh ya,
And I ain’t comin’ back a-n-more!

Well I’m flowin’ on into that ocean,
Yes, I’m mixin’ with all of them seas.
You know, the ocean refuses no river, oh no,
It’s the home we all shall be!

Gonna jump, gonna shout, let it all hang out,
Gonna laugh, gonna cry, wave the world good bye,
Gonna sing, gonna fly, be smilin’ when I die,
Cause I ain’t comin’ back a-no-more!!

A thousand tears from my last shore, crying out to rouse my soul,
“Let go! Let Go!” all the tears cry, let the river fill ya and bid you good bye!

Sorry, the Garage is not presently available. I give you my Living Room.

Eukee Tune (by Rene Landry)

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ye1OuLeAVpQ[/youtube]

youtube.com/watch?v=Ye1OuLeAVpQ

So this is the edge, my friend
I guess it ain’t so far away
Looks like we’ve got room to play
And enjoy this sunshiney day

Hope you don’t mind if I lift off and dream
Singing to the birds in the free
Or maybe being lost at Sea
Hope you don’t mind if I drift off and dream

All of my friends live in the trees
Wouldn’t it be nice to be free?
All that I am is good enough for me
Sure would be nice to know that we could all be free

I can feel the wind she’s blowin’ me home
Can’t you feel the wind, doesn’t she blow you home?
My baby blues keep callin’ me home.

So hello goodbye my dear old friend
I guess that we will meet again
Some other time, some other land
It makes me smile knowing you are my friend