Memoirs in a Song...
Stories, Stones and Bones is a name given to me in a dream some 10+ years ago. I used the title for my first book of lyrics when I sent it to be copywritten... This blog is a compendium of my book of lyrics, from 1996 to present.
The name holds a sense of ancient wisdom, which I hope begins to seep thru my songs: What are the stories the earth tells, that are written on our ancestral bones? What is the deeper pool of knowledge that we can drink from as we birth ourselves into creative evolutionary beings? Where are our roots? What is the journey we have taken, personally and collectively?...
And so begins the story, woven in song, as fallen through the lyrics of my music...
More lyrics will be coming soon (I've written well over 100 songs!)... In the meantime, I hope you enjoy!
[Please note that you will want to read from bottom to top (in reverse). The "archive by date" list on the lefthand side will help your journey - which begins in March of 1996, when the first song flew out of my lips... You can also search by THEMES: the songs which I like a lot or are in current performance rotation are in the theme of *favorites*]
Mmm, a song from the true heart of winter...
Sometimes I feel like a crazy old woman
Sometimes I feel like the walking dead
Sometimes I feel like there’s a ghost in the shadows
Sometimes I feel. . . holy ghost in my head
And the night is so cold
And the air is grown thin
I can feel it in my bones
I can feel it under my skin
Sometimes I feel like a mean old woman
Sometimes I feel like a scared little girl
Sometimes I feel, where’s the hope for tomorrow
Sometimes I feel. . . maybe in another world
And the night is so cold
And the air is grown thin
I can feel it in my bones
I can feel it under my skin
Sometimes I feel like a wise old woman
Sometimes I feel like an innocent child
Sometimes I feel like running off with the circus
Sometimes I feel. . . like running naked and wild
And the night is so long
There’s no measure to its length
But I know it makes me strong
Yes I know it gives me strength
...
© December 1997, Boulder, CO
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