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teardrops in the flood

 

Thinking about hearing these voices in my head.

 

I hear artists like Kris Kristofferson, Johnny Cash, Dave Mason, Carly Simon, Gordon Lightfoot, David Crosby, Jackson Browne, Donovan, James Taylor, Randy Newman, Joni Mitchell, John Prine, Tom Waits, Dave Mason, Bruce Springsteen, Bonnie Guitar, Paul Simon, Ronnie Milsap, Marvin Gaye, Harry Nilsson, Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan, Stevie Wonder, Laura Nyro, Tom Rush, Mickey Newbury, Phil Ochs, Curtis Mayfield, Sylvia Tyson, Bruce Cockburn, Jackie DeShannon, Nick Drake, Jim Croce, Harry Chapin, Dolly Parton, Don Henley, Prince, Dan Fogelberg, Brian Wilson, John Denver, Arlo Guthrie, Cat Stevens, Neil Diamond, Michael Jackson, Jerry Jeff Walker, Joan Baez, Steve Goodman, Smokey Robinson, Carol King, Merle Haggard, Neil Young, Stevie Nicks, Lionel Richie, Buffy Sainte-Marie, Gene Pitney, Rudy Martinez, just to name a few. 

 

In no particular order, I hear some words as spoken in song, lyrics and teardrops in the flood. 

 

where souls are forgotten, tell and think it and speak it and breathe it, reflect it from the mountains so all souls can see it, stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’, know my songs well before I start singin’  Bob Dylan

 

“I’m so glad that I know more than I knew then.  Gonna keep on tryin – till I reach the highest ground”.  Stevie Wonder 

 

“As if I’d never noticed, the way she brushed her hair from her forehead.  And she said losing love, is like a window in your heart, everybody sees you’re blown apart, everybody sees the wind blow.”  Paul Simon

 

“Now my broken heart, cries for you each night, and it’s almost like a song, but it’s much too sad to write.”  Ronnie Milsap (and Tom Carter)

 

“Now Suzanne takes your hand, and she leads you to the river.  She is wearing rags and feathers, from Salvation Army counters.  And the sun pours down like honey, on our lady of the harbour.  And she shows you where to look, among the garbage and the flowers.  There are heroes in the seaweed, there are children in the morning, they are leaning out for love, and they will lean that way forever.

 

While Suzanne holds the mirror, and you want to travel with her, and you want to travel blind, and you know that you can trust her, for she’s touched your perfect body with her mind.”  Leonard Cohen

 

“Stayed in bed all morning just to pass the time.  There’s something wrong here, there can be no denying.  One of us is changing, or maybe we just stopped trying.  And it’s too late, baby, now it’s too late, though we really did try to make it.  Something inside has died, and I can’t hide and I just can’t fake it.”  Carole King 

 

“And you may see me tonight with an illegal smile.  It don’t cost very much, but it lasts a long while.  Won’t you please tell the man I didn’t kill anyone, no I’m just tryin’ to have me some fun, well done, hot dog bun, my sister’s a nun.”  John Prine

 

“I don’t feel up, I don’t feel down, I just sit here and I feel.”  Howard Boatman

 

“Sit beside the breakfast table, think about your troubles.  Pour yourself a cup of tea, then think about the bubbles.

You can take your teardrops, and drop ‘em in a teacup, take them down to the riverside, and throw them over the side, to be swept up by a current, then taken to the ocean, to be eaten by some fishes, who were eaten by some fishes, and swallowed by a whale, who grew so old he decomposed, doo, doo, doo.

 

He died and left his body, to the bottom of the ocean.  Now everybody knows, that when a body decomposes, the basic elements are given back to the ocean, and the sea does what it oughta’.  And soon there’s salty water, not too good for drinking, ‘cause it tastes just like a teardrop.  So they run it through a filter, and it comes out from a faucet, and it pours into a teapot, which is just about to bubble.  Now think about your troubles, now.”  Harry Nilsson

 

“In the chilly hours and minutes, of uncertainty, I want to be in the warm hold of your loving mind.  To feel you all around me, and to take your hand, along the sand, ah but I may as well try and catch the wind.

 

When rain has hung the leaves with tears, I want you near, to kill my fears, to help me leave all my blues behind.  For standin’ in your heart, is where I want to be, and long to be, ah but I may as well try and catch the wind.”  Donovan

 

with the dawn

we just want

to celebrate another day of life

another day of living  

 

as an artist may imagine

Studio Right Brain

 

 

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“Many times I’ve lied, and many times I’ve listened, many times I’ve wondered how much there is to know.

Many is a word, that only leaves you guessing, guessing bout a thing you really ought to know, oh

Really oughta know, oh oh, I really oughta know, oh” 

Over The Hills And Far Away, Jimmy Page and Robert Plant, Bron-Yr-Aur, Wales, 1970

 

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