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*]
Living in Denver, alone, my 2nd to last year in college. This beautiful grace had sung through me - I now knew my purpose in life, but I didn't know how to live the day-to-day. Just weeks after that first song, I shaved off my beautiful gypsy locks. It was time to be born again, fresh and new. The night I decided to shave it, I realized I was cleansing a deep-seated sense of shame ~ wherefrom came this feeling of not-good-enough-ness?? From my ancestral gypsy past? From the endless taunts on the schoolgrounds? It was time to be born again into the light of inspiration, beauty, and goodness.
Shaving my head, I was light as a feather, happy and radiant as the sun. But I was also out of work - having quit my night-job at the strip club and knowing not what the future would hold. Would I have to move (yet again? I've moved so many dozens of times already in this life!). No money, but a tremendous knowing of the goodness of my new path...
When the world turns away from me
And the struggle runs too deep
And all I know is holding on
Tell me where can I go when the wind blows
Ooo oo oh... yeah yeah, come on ‘n help me
Oo a hoo, come on ‘n help me, help me, help me
Give me a safe place to cry
And I’m feelin’ so alone
And I’m in danger of losin’ my home
And all I know is to keep on breathin’
Whoh but where can I go to keep on dreamin’
Ooo oo oh... yeah yeah, come on ‘n help me
Oo a hoo, come on ‘n help me, help me, help me
Give me a safe place to cry
Well I don’t got a lover and I ain’t got no money
But still the world is lookin’ kinda sunny
Cuz all I know is what I got inside
And I’m standing on this edge here, ready to fly
Ooo oo oh... yeah yeah, come on ‘n help me
Oo a hoo, come on ‘n help me, help me, help me
Give me a safe place to fly
...
© Spring 1996, Denver, CO
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