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  1. Now is All There Is Grey fog hangs along the bay, Like the ghost of yesterday As we duck into a waterfront hotel Pint of Evan Williams in your purse Stolen passion is the sweetest curse My heart’s pounding as I tap the counter bell Then the night clerk’s lifeless eyes Tell me someday I’ll regret your kiss But someday’s beyond my view, Cos, Baby, when I’m with you Now is all there is Dusty rubber tree beside the wall, Threadbare carpet down the dingy hall And you whisper as I fumble for the key Far above judgemental streets, We make love in secret sheets Cos this tiny room has somehow set us free Then the old maid’s tired eyes Tell me someday I’ll regret your kiss But someday’s beyond my view, Cos, Baby, when I’m with you Now is all there is Now is al there is Gasoline and fire Myst’ry, danger and desire Toss a match and light it So our dreams can be ignited Then the cabbie’s lonely eyes Tell me someday I’ll regret your kiss But someday’s beyond my view, Cos, Baby, when I’m with you Now is all there is Grey fog hangs along the bay, Like the ghost of yesterday But now is all there is Now is all there is…
  2. Lantern on Willow Hill There was an old skull on a stake, high upon the plantation gate as a warning to any who'd run but wind whisp'ring through its eyes, told every slave to rise and run for the sake of their sons hushed words hovered in negro shacks, 'bout a train on a freedom track that took runaways past Baltimore and Seth sawed on his fiddle at night, he knew if those rumors were right the signal he was looking for was a lantern on Willow Hill hung low on a steady limb a flame burning for the free when moons were down and light was dim Massah sweated on his sickbed, with Missus wringing rags on his head and having poultry mashed for his meals but his son beat negroes like steeds, till they spit teeth like melon seeds and old women fell cold in high noon fields and Seth imagined how long ago, his mother rocked his cradle slow now the hands of time rocked her grave he fiddled for her after dark, he knew in the pit of his heart if there was light left for a slave it was the lantern on Willow Hill hung low on a steady limb a flame burning for the free when moons were down and light was dim freemen snuck in early from the north, they bore the risks back and forth when the train was near they flashed the light Seth grabbed the fiddle by his cot, he left the rest of his past to rot when he hopped that gate in the night Massah's son roused a dozen hounds, that could sniff track a shadow down they chased Seth through swamps and riverbeds but Seth made it safe to that hill, three screech owls and a whipporwill watched Massah's son take one to the head near the lantern on Willow Hill hung low on a steady limb a flame burning for the free when moons were down and light was dim three freemen led Seth to that track, the only way he looked back was with his mother in his eyes night was still...they were safe for now, but they each knew devils somehow always return in a diff'rent guise steam soon mixed with silver fog, and the low moans of mourning dogs mixed with fiddling on the train well Massah's son was never found, but shadows took the oil lamp down and candles in a three-eyed skull became the lantern on Willow Hill hung low on a steady limb a flame burning for the free when moons were down and light was dim Ghost Train On the Trestle Deep within the woods of Caroline Mist is thin among the midnight pines Is that starlight on the railroad steel Or the shimmer glow of haunted wheels It casts no reflection On the muddy river When the coal car passes Even shadows shiver Half moons hang the lantern Hoot owls are the whistle Steam up to the heavens Ghost train on the trestle Long ago a secret northbound train Carried people from the chill of chains Bullwhip scars across their naked backs As that engine whispered down the tracks It casts no reflection On the muddy river When the coal car passes Even shadows shiver Half moons hang the lantern Hoot owls are the whistle Steam up to the heavens Ghost train on the trestle It was blues and old field hollers That soon began to pass the tale Slow train crawlin’ cross the water And dynamite along the rails And when slaves rebuilt the river bridge They heard freedom ringing from the ridge Cos the darkest track to liberty Sets a desp’rate soul forever free It casts no reflection On the muddy river When the coal car passes Even shadows shiver Half moons hang the lantern Hoot owls are the whistle Steam up to the heavens Ghost train on the trestle ©2018 Ricki Bellos/Michael Zaneski/ Robert George
  3. hi folks...this is a ten minute medley best heard on headphones or a good stereo. I hope you like it. Demo by Mike Zaneski. the lyric is at the site.
  4. Rarity of Fortune ©2018 Robert George BMI We were scuba diving somewhere off the southern coast I could see right through her wetsuit as if she wore Blackbeard’s ghost My underwater light was an ethereal harpoon And it stabbed a sunken galleon full of gold dubloons Then the distant song of dolphins seemed to hit a sour note As we hauled that gold aboard my rusty power boat O the rarity of fortune Makes tomorrow hard to see And the rarity of fortune Renders love a mystery I reached across the bed for her when I awoke at dawn But my love, the treasure and my leaky boat were all gone In a salty, azure field befitting Neptune’s plow Luck had sown a golden crop that she was reaping now She’d betrayed my tender love and done it splendidly Leaving me to wonder why her breasts and kiss befriended me O the rarity of fortune Makes tomorrow hard to see And the rarity of fortune Renders love a mystery O I could see her sailing free Wild among the sharks and reefs and abalone Where long ago the moon and sea Had been married in a secret ceremony So I’d walk the shoreline under dull, world-weary stars Drinking home-distilled regret from dusty canning jars One day I was wakened by the high tide in a gumbo mist And she met me with a sailboat and a breathless kiss Ev’ry hungry poet knows that reason is no friend of rhyme And that fortune is to love what fate is to the end of time O the rarity of fortune Makes tomorrow hard to see And the rarity of fortune Renders love a mystery Yes, the rarity of fortune Renders love a mystery…
  5. Boardwalk on Forever’s Shore ©2018 Robert George BMI Two young lovers walking hand in hand Cotton candy, photo booths and bumper cars Roller coaster climbing To the stars Young man down on one knee Promising forevermore When she said “yes” That place became The boardwalk on forever’s shore Used cars, overtime and bassinettes Home cooked ham and fixins for the holidays Lawn chairs were their weekend Getaways Though they lived day to day They saw what was in store Their eyes of love, Were mirrors of A boardwalk on forever’s shore It’s as if their youth Was a slowly fading mist Yet a photo booth Captured their cotton candy kiss And that old photograph Helps him look ahead once more To a starry night, They’ll stroll upon The boardwalk on forever’s shore Yes, the starry night They’ll stroll upon The boardwalk on forever’s shore The boardwalk on forever’s shore Forever’s shore…
  6. She Divines My Tears ©2018 Robert George BMI When the clock chimes and the Witching Hour starts Shadows of remorse return to stalk my heart The bottle by my chair is like an hourglass Its sand becomes a land without a blade of grass Though the gin is dry It can’t dry my eyes Cos I’m cursed to never forget After all these years, she divines my tears She divines my tears From the dust of regret O if I had not betrayed her magic kiss Then the night would not betray my heart like this Cos she visits me and draws a salty stream From a barren desert of repentant dreams Though the gin is dry It won’t dry my eyes Cos I’m cursed to never forget After all these years, she divines my tears She divines my tears From the dust of regret Sadness is the deepest well When it’s dug by sin Mem’ries cast a spell on me I know time will tell on me When the night rolls in Though the gin is dry It can’t dry my eyes Cos I’m cursed to never forget After all these years, she divines my tears She divines my tears From the dust of regret O she divines my tears She divines my tears…
  7. hi folks...this was produced by Michael Zaneski. I think it's best heard on a real stereo or on good headphones. I hope you like it. https://www.soundclick.com/bands3/?bandID=431939 Fade To Blonde Well, I’m drinking wine and walking by the ocean’s roar Where her memory’s a wave that’s reaching for the shore Strands of golden sunlight melt away into the dark Sundown fills the skyline and the photos in my heart Fade to blonde and dance across the dunes Where we once kissed beneath a yellow moon Now I’m haunted by her until the dawn Because my dreams they…forever fade to blonde She left one night and it’s a myst’ry why she had to go She’s a woman that a man can love but never know Even now I see her shadow in the misty chill If I close my eyes each woman I am holding will Fade to blonde and dance across the dunes Where we once lay beneath a yellow moon Now I’m haunted by her until the dawn Because my dreams they…forever fade to blonde Fade to blonde and dance across the dunes Where we once kissed beneath a yellow moon Now I’m haunted by her until the dawn Because my dreams they…forever fade to blonde ©2010/2018 Sharyn Cassidy/Michael Zaneski/Robert George
  8. thanks Theresa. and I hope you like the song I'm about to post.
  9. Brandywine Covered Bridge ©2018 Robert George Homemade lives and handmade stills Freedom’s roots run deep in these old hills Duty calls me down this river road To fulfill a soldier’s code Brandywine Covered bridge Runs through fog Ridge to ridge And is it the wind Calling from within Or something more divine In the Brandywine Covered Bridge Soldier’s fam’lies lived out this way Before the first Independence Day And when they need to be notified It’s a lonely, haunted ride Brandywine Covered bridge Runs through fog Ridge to ridge And is it the wind Calling from within Or something more divine In the Brandywine Covered Bridge They say when a soldier crosses over Faith and bravery survives Somehow these old planks and cobblestones Saved the echoes of their lives Brandywine Covered bridge Runs through fog Ridge to ridge And is it the wind Calling from within Or something more divine In the Brandywine Covered Bridge O the Brandywine Covered bridge Runs through fog Ridge to ridge And is it the wind Calling from within Or something more divine In the Brandywine Covered Bridge
  10. Morning Bird ©2018 Robert George BMI Morning bird When I’m walking barefoot in the glistening dew I have wondered if it’s God I’m listening to In your feathered melody Morning bird When I hear the valor in your glorious tune I can sense that peace will be victorious soon And mankind will be set free Perhaps you’re just a humble bird And my part is not your part And yet the music that I’ve heard Builds a warm nest for my heart Morning bird When I’m walking barefoot in the glistening dew I have wondered if it’s God I’m listening to In your feathered melody I know your station in the sky Is much loftier than kings And your whistling helps you fly So much higher than your wings Morning bird When I’m walking barefoot in the glistening dew I have wondered if it’s God I’m listening to In your feathered melody Morning bird When I hear the valor in your glorious tune I can sense that peace will be victorious soon And mankind will be set free Morning bird Morning bird…
  11. Letters From Alcatraz ©2018 Robert George BMI I took a trolley to that lawyer’s office near the docks And he read me the will and handed me a cardboard box Since she moved up to that beach shack on Bodega Bay I had only heard from her on Mother’s Day As a parting gift, sometimes all a person has Are letters from Alcatraz Some say Tom seduced her, others claimed it was rape Then he wrote her once a week until his bold escape People said his love for her was like a magic key And her teardrops stained his letters while she breastfed me As a source of strength, sometimes all a person has Are letters from Alcatraz Fam’ly legends say he first met her at a sock hop, He’d bought that leather Brando jacket at a hock shop She was a shy sixteen…he was wild and twenty-one She was six weeks pregnant and their romance was in peril, He stabbed her step-dad with a broken jug of Old Fitzgerald He got murder one and they say that I’m his son As a source of truth, sometimes all a person has Are letters from Alcatraz Human rats infested ev’ry square foot of that cell block, Though that baby killer’s lawyer claimed that he was shell-shocked When he got four life terms he just laughed Tom’s first cell mate had once been a spy for Mossad He taught Tom to scheme beneath a quiet façade And one night Tom just vanished on a raincoat raft Maybe we’re all lost and sometimes all a person has Are letters from Alcatraz Well, the fog was heavy and the sea was cold and dark They said he was swallowed by the chop or eaten by a shark Mom’d sit there playin’ “Love Hurts” on a suitcase phonograph Drifting off on Old Fitzgerald like a raincoat raft Maybe we’re all drowning and sometimes all a person has Are letters from Alcatraz On the day I turned eighteen she smiled and raised a toast Then she moved up to that beach shack on the coast No one in our fam’ly ever saw her much I thought about her often though she rarely kept in touch Fam’lies are a mystery and sometimes all a person has Are letters from Alcatraz Well, I packed her phonograph and hit a liquor store Drove up to that fishing shack along the northern shore Found an old man there whose eyes were full of ghosts We played “Love Hurts”, poured some Old Fitz and then drank a toast When the past is a puzzle, sometimes all a person has Are letters from Alcatraz Mom’d killed her step-dad when he seeded her with shame Tom’d loved my mom and so he gladly took the blame The man who gave me life surely did deserve to die And in behalf of truth Tom’d had the nerve to lie And to make sense of blood, sometimes all a person has Are letters from Alcatraz
  12. Thanks folks...there's a demo of this in the works. I'll post it when it's ready.
  13. Castle of Immortal Dreams ©2018 Robert George BMI When my so-called friends have gone And the going gets rough What good were they, anyway When they say I’m not good enough Now my heart needs a home Where my faith can survive In a castle of immortal dreams I keep hope alive When I’ve fallen through the cracks And I’m facing defeat Things easy to fall back on Just feel like retreat When choices I’ve been given Leave me chained and bound In my castle of immortal dreams Freedom shares her crown There are dark nights when it seems Time and fate are shaking hands That’s when my secret dreams Are busy making plans When the wind raging at my door Rattles both wood and stone In my castle of immortal dreams Love will be my throne In my castle of immortal dreams Love will be my throne…
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