Creating Music at Everhart Park in Chester County, PA
LYRICS
My eyes are blind… saw too much unkind
My ears are deaf… heard too much death
My lips can’t kiss… that taste is amiss
All that I smell… stinks of hell
(It stinks to high heaven again and again)
Becoming numb to the dumb
Mull how human’s calamity
Did dull my sensitivity
Don’t want to feel
What is real?
Wait! I want to feel what is real
Reach out and touch me
Your soul is lovely
ABOUT THE SONG
Chords — Am C Em AM
Em E Am
E Am
Am C Am C
Written and recorded live at Everhart Park in West Chester, Chester County, Pennsylvania, USA. In hindsight, I realized it was influenced by Peter Gabriel and Genesis’ song The Musical Box from the Nursery Cryme album.
LYRICS
Tired of all this talk
About the death of rock
The life is in the air
Can’t you see it there?
(Just because we can’t see it there
No matter how you stare
You won’t see it there)
All the talk, talk, talk — “We can’t beat the clock”
At the rumors balk
About the death of rock
The life is in the air
Can’t you see it there?
Even though we can’t see it there
The life is in the air
Take a deep breath in
Let the livin’ begin
Take a deep breath out
Shout out what it’s all about
Catch it on your tongue like a snowflake
Send it up your spine with a shiver and quake
Can you taste it?
Take in a bit
I can smell it
Sniff… take a whiff
The life is in the air
Even if you can’t you see it there
LYRICS
Can you feel the heart pounding
Can you sense the blood flow
Hear the guitar sounding
As you get to know know
A splinter of sunlight just might…
… set it right
Can you feel the pulse;s throb
Twist the mental’s doorknob
Grasp the gravity of our longevity
Distinguish between infinity and immortality
A splinter of sunlight just might…
… set it right
As we sit and stare into the thin air
Have we a care there’s so much more out there
If we were to look out for the lookout
Maybe we’d grasp what it’s all about
LYRICS
When you find your legs ache
Because you want to shake
For the music to take
You away today
You know…
You can just get the go
Get up and go
Get the go
When your told “break a leg”
It’s for luck they beg
Go ahead and play
Play today away
No piper to pay
You away today
You know…
You can just get the go
Get up and go
Get the go
Written and recorded live in Atlantic City, New Jersey with additional footage from the boardwalk in Ocean City, NJ. Inspired by the people dancing to the music while I wrote the song on boardwalk.
LYRICS
By the way, in the end game
It doesn’t matter… we’re all dead
Nothing you can do…
Can’t stop the clock
Better change our view
What never dies? Rock!
By the way, in the end game
It doesn’t matter… we’re all dead
No, it ain’t no crying shame
Not a matter to dread
It’s not that far
When you’re a rising star
And start shinning down
You become a son
You can brighten the day
Of those on the way
Illuminate the night
… we just might
LYRICS
Are we on the eve of more war
Terror torn… feathers and tar… more
… apply wet blankets and baseball bats
Gonna eliminate those dirty rats
Out of the Native American’s eye… cry
No solution to our evolution of pollution
Look in the mirror… see the terrorist is I
By being passive in a non-violent revolution
Have we any belief in turning a new leaf
Have we any hope to alleviate grief
Have we any faith God will bless America
Have we any sense to calm mass hysteria
Song Writing and Recording Along the Brandywine, Lenape, PA
LYRICS
Do you ever start thinking a little too much
Imagine a creature behind the hutch
Are you ever overtaken by your head
Imagine a “bad guy” is under your bed
Fear of the unknown
Is your cover blown
Do you ever over-think the situation
Letting rational go on vacation
Do your emotions get the best of you
So you feel there is nothing you can do
LYRICS
Einstein and Wisenheimer brain storm
The prophets and poets did forewarn
Like a garment that is too well worn
There’s a (w)hole there, and it’s starting to tear
From the lesson what did we learn
The penny we save is the penny we earn?
Like a joke that’s too well worn
There’s a (w)hole there, and it’s starting to wear
Think turns to thank and then to thunk
Instead I’m thinking it should be thanked
Instead of a spirit that smells of skunk
Instead of getting karma spanked
Maybe we should make sure that She’s thanked
“Thank you Mother Earth.
Thank you for this spiritual birth.
Thank you Mother Nature for you natural nurture.”