"Have You Heard (part 1)"

Now you know that you are real,
Show your friends that you and me
Belong to the same world,
Turned on to the same word,
Have you heard?

Now you know that you are free,
Living all your life at ease.
Each day has its always,
A look down life's hallways, doorways,
To lead you there.

"Have You Heard (part 2)"

Now you know how nice it feels,
Scatter good seed in the fields.
Life's ours for the making,
Eternity's waiting, waiting,
For you and me.

Now you know that you are real,
Show your friends that you and me
Belong to the same world,
Turned on to the same word,
Have you heard?
Have you heard?
Have you heard?
Have you heard?
Have you heard?

I think BLANCO needs a good "Ear Candeling"
I'm still not seein any substance to you lad:-O
Get REAL:-)

Lookagain, it worked for me, maybe for Al Blanco, too...hehe.

Rocky Mountain High
John Denver
Words by John Denver; Music by John Denver and Mike Taylor

He was born in the summer of his 27th year
Comin' home to a place he'd never been before
He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again
You might say he found a key for every door

When he first came to the mountains his life was far away
On the road and hangin' by a song
But the string's already broken and he doesn't really care
It keeps changin' fast and it don't last for long

But the Colorado rocky mountain high
I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky
The shadow from the starlight is softer than a lullabye
Rocky mountain high

He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below
He saw everything as far as you can see
And they say that he got crazy once and he tried to touch the sun
And he lost a friend but kept his memory

Now he walks in quiet solitude the forest and the streams
Seeking grace in every step he takes
His sight has turned inside himself to try and understand
The serenity of a clear blue mountain lake

And the Colorado rocky mountain high
I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky
You can talk to God and listen to the casual reply
Rocky mountain high

Now his life is full of wonder but his heart still knows some fear
Of a simple thing he cannot comprehend
Why they try to tear the mountains down to bring in a couple more
More people, more scars upon the land

And the Colorado rocky mountain high
I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky
I know he'd be a poorer man if he never saw an eagle fly
Rocky mountain high

It's Colorado rocky mountain high
I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky
Friends around the campfire and everybody's high
Rocky mountain high

__________________


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HyR41JbpL_g

Speaking of music, its seems that Faith Hill has taken a page from the John Kerry book of jokes gone bad. When it was announced that Carrie Underwood won Female Vocalist of the Year Hill shouted "What" and stormed off the set. She is now claiming it was all a joke and she actually meant, "What, how could that George Bush do that to us?"

LMAO:-)

SteamBoat Springs:-)

I LOVE YOU TOO Ladyofmts.

Mts. are my thing;-)

I was at this concert;-)


"I'd like to do a song I never played in public before, a brand new song, sort of a tribute to the friends of mine, that come out here on the road, and to you too."


Now the seats are all empty
Let the roadies take the stage
Pack it up and tear it down
They're the first to come and the last to leave
Working for that minimum wage
They'll set it up in another town

/ G - - - / C D Em - / C D G C G D / :

Tonight the people were so fine, they waited there in line
And when they got up on their feet, they made the show
And that was sweet, but I can hear the sound
Of slamming doors and folding chairs
And that's a sound they'll never know

/ Em - D - C - Em - / G - Em D C - - - / as above /

Now, roll them cases out and lift them amps
Haul them trusses down and get 'em up them ramps
'Cause when it comes to moving me
You know you guys are the champs
But when that last guitar's been packed away
You know that I still want to play
So just make sure you've got it all set to go
Before you come for my piano

/ G - C - / / G - - - / C - D - /
/ G - - - / C D Em - / C - - - / D - - - /

But the band's on the bus
And they're waiting to go
We've got to drive all night and do a show in Chicago
Or Detroit, I don't know
We do so many shows in a row
And these towns all look the same
We just pass the time in our hotel rooms
And wander 'round backstage
Till those lights come up and we hear that crowd
And we remember why we came

/ Em - D - / C - Em - / G - Em D C - - - / G - - - /
/ C D Em - / C D G C G D / G - - - /
/ C D Em - / C - - - / D - - - /

Now we got country and western on the bus, R & B
We got disco on eight tracks and cassettes in stereo
We've got rural scenes and magazines
We got truckers on CB
We got Richard Pryor on the video
And we got time to think of the ones we love
While the miles roll away
But the only time that seems too short
Is the time that we get to play

/ G - - - Em - - - / C - - - G - - D / G - - - / Em - - - /
/ C D G C G D / G - - - / Em - - - / C - - - / D - - - /

People you've got the power over what we do
You can sit there and wait or you can pull us through
Come along, sing the song
You know that you can't go wrong
'Cause when that morning sun comes beating down
You're going to wake up in your town
But we'll be scheduled to appear
A thousand miles away from here

/ G - C - / / G - - - / C D Em - /
/ G - - - / Em - - - / C - - - / D - - - /

People, stay just a little bit longer
We wanna play just a little bit longer
If the promoter don't mind and the union don't mind
We can take a little time and we'll leave this all behind
Singin' one more song

/ G - C D G - C D / / / G - C D / Em - - - /

Oh, won't you stay just a little bit longer
Please, please, please, say you will, say you will

/ G - C D G - C D / G - C D Em - - - /

Oh, won't you stay just a little bit longer
Oh, please, please stay just a little bit more, ehehe
Now if the promoter don't mind and the roadies don't mind
We can take a little time and we'll leave it all behind
Singin' one more song

ehehe

LMAO
(-::-)

Robinson Smokey - Tears Of A Clown

Now if there's a smile on my face
It's only there trying to fool the public
But when it comes down to fooling you
Now honey that's quite a different subject

But don't let my glad expression
Give you the wrong impression
Cos really I'm sad, Oh I'm sadder than sad
Well I'm hurt and I want you so bad
Like a clown I appear to be glad ooh yeah

CHORUS:

Well they're some sad things known to man
But ain't too much sadder than
The tears of a clown when there's noone around
Oh yeah, baby baby, oh yeah baby baby

Now if I appear to be carefree
It's only to camouflage my sadness
And honey to shield my pride I try
To cover this hurt with a show of gladness
But don't let my show convince you
That I've been happy since you
Cos I need to go, oh I need you so
Look I'm hurt and I want you to know
For others I put on a show ...CHORUS

Just like Pagliacci did
I try to keep my surface hid
Smiling in the crowd I try
But in a lonely room I cry
The tears of a clown
When there's noone around, oh yeah, baby baby
Now if there's a smile on my face
Don't let my glad expression
Give you the wrong impression
Don't let this smile I wear
Make you think that I don't care
Cos really I'm sad...

Daniel Powter~You Had A Bad Day

Where is the moment when you need it the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
Tell me your blue sky's fade to grey
Tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on

You're standin' in line just to hit a new low
You're fakin' a smile with the coffee to go
Tell me your life's been way off line
You're fallin' to pieces every time
And I don't need no carryin' on

'Cause you had a bad day, you're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know, you tell me don't lie
You work on a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day, the camera don't lie
You're comin' back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day... you had a bad day

Well you need a blue sky holiday
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carryin' on

You had a bad day, you're takin' one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know, you tell me don't lie
You work on a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day, the camera don't lie
You're comin' back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day...(mmm... holiday)

Sometimes the system goes on the blink and the whole thing it turns out wrong
You might not make it back and you know that you could be well all that strong
And I'm not wrong... (Yeahh!!)

So where is the passion when you need it the most
(oh, when you're down)
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost

'Cause you had a bad day, you're takin' one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know, you tell me don't lie
You work on a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day, you see what you like
And how does it feel, one more time,
You had a bad day... you had a bad day
(ahh yeahh!!)
You had a bad day 3x
(faded)

Life in a Northern Town~Dream Academy

A Salvation Army band played
And the children drank lemonade
And the morning lasted all day,
All day
And through an open window came
Like Sinatra in a younger day,
Pushing the town away
Ah -

(Chant)
Ah hey ma ma ma
Life in a northern town.

They sat on the stoney ground
And he took a cigarette out
And everyone else came down
To listen.
He said "In winter 1963
It felt like the world would freeze
With John F. Kennedy
And the Beatles."

(Chant)
Ah hey ma ma ma
Life in a northern town.
Ah hey ma ma ma
All the work shut down.

The evening had turned to rain
Watch the water roll down the drain,
As we followed him down
To the station
And though he never would wave goodbye,
You could see it written in his eyes
As the train rolled out of sight
Bye-bye.

(Chant)
Ah hey ma ma ma
Life in a northern town.
Ah hey ma ma ma
Life in a northern town.

Story Telling....

The Wreck Of the Edmund Fitzgerald~Gordon Lightfoot

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down of the big lake they call 'Gitche Gumee.'
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead when the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty,
that good ship and true was a bone to be chewed when the gales of November came early.

The ship was the pride of the American side, coming back from some mill in Wisconsin.
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most with a crew and good captain well seasoned.
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms when they left fully loaded for Cleveland,
and later that night when the ship's bell rang, could it be the north wind they'd been feeling?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound and a wave broke over the railing.
And every man knew, as the captain did too, t'was the witch of November come stealing.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait when the Gales of November came slashing.
When afternoon came it was freezing rain in the face of a hurricane west wind.

When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck saying, ‘Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya.’
At Seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in, he said, ‘Fellas, it's been good t'know ya.’
The captain wired in he had water coming in and the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when his lights went out of sight came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does any one know where the love of God goes when the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searches all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay if they'd put fifteen more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have capsized, the may have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings in the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams, the islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
and the iron boats go as the mariners all know with the Gales of November remembered.

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed in the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral.
The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down of the big lake they call 'Gitche Gumee'.
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead when the gales of November come early.

The area where the ED FITZ went down is a Magnetic anomoly similar to the bermuda triangle.
I Used to Fish those waters, many moons ago and it is true that communications and landsat and all kinds of electronic malfunctions occur in this area. I have seen them first hand and they are well documented.

MAN, you sure have a way of touching my memories:-O