Friday, July 29, 2005
Ballad of the Might One By: Nancy Gottschall-age 10 A colt is born among the night Black ebony fur is shining bright The father is so proud, the mother gay Just think it happened long that one day Soon the sun out shines the night Chill in the air, the feeling is just right The mighty one gets up with ease But soon falls down in the misty breeze He tries again with his muscles bold But soon his legs begin to fold Wind in his mane He struggles and gets up Looking sturdy as a new born pup Lives in the canyons, a safe place to be And never falling down again on his knees With careful eyes he stoops to take a bite Grew up fast and strong under the pale moon light The ballad of the mighty one Born with fury under the mountain sun Black velvet color, a proud steed Everyone wanted him for his beauty and his mighty speed But he was born free, born free No one could take that away, can’t you see? The mighty one was a true stallion to all The mustangs would all come at his slightest call He led them to green valleys, a place to hide He is watching over them with his mighty pride Soon the wranglers came and followed the tracks Led them right to the mighty one and the mustangs backs They caught them all, all but the mighty one Nothing could catch his spirit, not even a gun Black velvet eyes now have tears Losing the mustangs was his greatest fear Lonely as he walks under stars and the trees An untamed heart just lays down and dies with ease The ballad of the mighty one Born with fury under the mountain sun Black velvet color, a proud steed Everyone wanted him for his beauty and his mighty speed But he was born free, born free No one could take that away, can’t you see? Sometimes in the lonesome western sky I see the mighty one in the clouds if I try Sometimes when my spirit takes flight I hear the horse whispering in the dead of the night Born free, I’m born free No one can take that from me Here is a link so you can hear my song from my poem I wrote about horses when I was about 10 yrs. old. Just click play to hear the song if you would like to. http://www.acidplanet.com/artist.asp?PID=599656&t=969
Monday, July 25, 2005
Blackbird Singing A poem from Paul McCartney's book of poems and lyrics I found this one interesting because he rarely speaks of God. This poem is about his wife, Linda, that passed away. NOVA (from A Garland For Linda) Are you there? God where are you? Are You hiding in Your heaven? Or beneath Your deepest sea? Was there something in our past imperfect? Is it something that we should have known? Are You there? God where are You? Are You hiding God? Are You hiding in the rain? Are You hiding? Are You there? I am here... I am here in every song you sing In the winds of a rising lark Through the darkness to the morning light. I am present in everything. I am here as first a new born babe Opens eyes on the universe. I am here I am here now. I am with You. I am here as every flake of snow Washes white on the countryside. As each green blade stretches for the sun. I am here watching over them. I am here as first a new born babe Opens eyes on the universe. With each step I'll be the arm that guides Now and then till the end of time. Amen
Monday, July 18, 2005
To all my close and far friends that just do not understand me, here are some words for you. Lyrics by Bob Dylan I ain't lookin' to compete with you, Beat or cheat or mistreat you, Simplify you, classify you ,Deny, defy or crucify you. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. No, and I ain't lookin' to fight with you, Frighten you or uptighten you, Drag you down or drain you down, Chain you down or bring you down. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. I ain't lookin' to block you up Shock or knock or lock you up, Analyze you, categorize you, Finalize you or advertise you. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. I don't want to straight-face you, Race or chase you, track or trace you, Or disgrace you or displace you, Or define you or confine you. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. I don't want to meet your kin, Make you spin or do you in, Or select you or dissect you, Or inspect you or reject you. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. I don't want to fake you out, Take or shake or forsake you out, I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me, See like me or be like me. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you.
Sunday, July 10, 2005
“I hate a song that makes you think that you’re not any good I hate a song that makes you think that you’re just born to lose Bound to lose No good to nobody No good for nothin’ Because you’re either too old or too young Or too fat or too slim Or too ugly or too this or too that I hate songs that run you down Songs that poke fun at you on account of your bad luck or your hard travelin’ I’m out to fight those kinds of songs to my very last breath of air And my last drop of blood.” — Woody Guthrie ****************************
Bebo Norman - Sons And Daughters Tonight I dreamed that I could not catch my breath Tonight I dreamed that you were gone And I could feel the ocean pound against my chest In this world on my own This frozen world...alone But if you must go away WOuld you find no words to say Would you steal my heart away Please don't go, but I know along this way We've seen the miracles And the long road And the breath that blows across the water We've seen the last line Of a failing time But these friends of mine are sons and daughters Sons and daughters Underneath a clouded sky we found a home The mountains rising from the sea And the falling rain washed us clean and healed our souls The waters rise but then they fall I close my eyes, and our summer's gone And now you must go away And should you find no words to say And should you steal my heart away I would let it go, because I know along this way
Friday, July 08, 2005
Jesus In Me Sing of my love for Jesus every morning when I rise I’m so thankful he opened up my blinded eyes If it were not for your mercy and grace Wouldn’t know how to seek your face Your voice is upon the land and the sea Your words of truth are written inside of me When I find myself in a valley full of tears That’s when you come, hold me and calm my fears I want the world to see the Jesus in me Walking through my life with all I should be Lord, help them to see How you set me free Help them to see The Jesus in me When I have a friend, a friend in need May there be a reflection of God’s speed Quick to ease all misery and pain So climb on board this gospel train How could I ever know or see The depth of your love, your love for me When the dark clouds billow and roll You come and cover my soul I want the world to see the Jesus in me Walking through my life with all I should be Lord, help them to see How you set me free Help them to see The Jesus in me There’s a gospel train coming, coming around the bend Take a leap of faith now jump on in It will take you to the Father’s place Hope you seen Jesus written on my face I got Jesus in me I got Jesus…. In me I got Jesus in me
Monday, July 04, 2005
Night Ride Home Words by: Joni Mitchell Once in a while In a big blue moon There comes a night like this Like some surrealist Invented this 4th of july Night ride home Hula girls And caterpillar tractors in the sand The ukulele man The fireworks This 4th of july Night ride home I love the man beside me We love the open road No phones till friday Far from the overkill Far from the overload Back at the bar The band tears down But out here in the headlight beams The silver powerlines GleamOn this 4th of july Night ride home Round the curve And a big dark horse Red taillights on his hide Is keeping right alongside Rev for stride 4th of july Night ride home I love the man beside me We love the open road No phones till friday Far from the undertow Far from the overload Once in awhile In a big blue moon There comes a night like this Like some surrealist Invented this 4th of july Night ride home *I was thinking about important songs with the words "4th of July" in them. Joni Mitchell is extraordinary to me. Of all my favorite bands and artists I would love to see perform, Joni Mitchell is the only one I have not seen live. I have seen the Who in 1971 do the whole rock opera "Tommy", Led Zepplin, Paul McCartney, Bob Dylan, Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, Crazy Horse, Grateful Dead, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Blues Image, Johhny Rivers, Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, Arlo Guthrie, The Rolling Stones, Pink Floyd, Wings, Dan Fogelberg, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Eric Clapton, Tom Petty, Jackson Browne, Santana, Peter Frampton, Mountain, Black Sabbath, Shawn Phillips, New Riders of the Purple Sage, Jerry Jeff Walker, Joe Ely, Asleep at the Wheel, Michael Martin Murphey, Poco, Kenny Loggins and Jim Missina, Three Dog Night, Emmy Lou Harris, Shawn Colvin, Shawn Mullins, Susan Gibson, Teri Hendrix, Katerine Dawn, Bonnie Riatt, Johnny Bush, Augie Meyers, Jars of Clay, Jennifer Knapp, Bebo Norman, The Animals, Bonnie Delaney and Friends, BB King, Kenny Rogers, Roger Miller, George Strait, Loving Spoonful, Young Rascals, Jefferson Airplane, meet Ken Kesey, Moody Blues, Charley Pride, Mo Bandy (lol), Jimmy Vaughn, Sly and the Family Stone, Steppen Wolf, Steve Miller, Jethro Tull, Glen Campbell, James Taylor, Chicago, Dr. John, BJ Stevens, Beachboys, Willie Nelson, Todd Rundgren, Roger McGuinn, John Denver, Los Lonely Boys, Cross Canadian Ragweed and Iron Butterfly. (These are the ones I remember lol) They say if you can remember the 60's you were not there! I sure got off the track... I just love retroflective music memories! HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY TO ALL. Blessings to you, Nancy G www.nancy-heartmusic.com
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