Dec 26 2013

Dreamboat Annie

Heading out this morning into the sun 
Riding on the diamond waves, little darlin’ one 

Warm wind caress her 
Her lover it seems 
Oh, Annie 
Dreamboat Annie my little ship of dreams 

Going down the city sidewalk alone in the crowd 
No one knows the lonely one whose head’s in the clouds 

Sad faces painted over with those magazine smiles 
Heading out to somewhere won’t be back for a while

 

This piece is based on the Heart 1976 song Dreamboat Annie. The song is really short (2:02) but I love it. I actually remember the first time I heard it and where I was. I think a good song has the ability to affect you that way. I’m really happy with the way this one came out. Funny how pieces come about…I was listening to Sirius XM in the car the other day, and heard another obscure Heart song (Dog and Butterfly) and I thought, “I should do a piece to Dreamboat Annie.”

And so I did. :)

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Dec 23 2013

Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

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 earlyThe 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
Then later that night when the ship’s bell rang
Could it be the north wind they’d been feelin’?The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
When the wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too
‘Twas the witch of November come stealin’
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashin’
When afternoon came it was freezing rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind

When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck
Sayin’ “Fellas, it’s too rough to feed ya”
At seven PM a main hatchway caved in
He said, “Fellas, it’s been good to know ya”
The captain wired in he had water comin’ 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 anyone know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers 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
They 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 ’til 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

This piece is based on the song Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald by Gordon Lightfoot. I’ve loved this song since I was a kid. My dad is obsessed with it. :) It’s about the true story of the (you guessed it) wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald, a large Great Lakes freighter that sank in November of 1975 in Lake Superior, killing all 29 aboard. Having lived in the Midwest, I spent a lot of time around and on the Great Lakes…this song always pops into my head when the big waves come crashing in the late fall, accompanied by slate gray skies and the Witch of November.



				


				


				

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Fixing A Hole


								
				

				

					


I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in 

And stops my mind from wandering 

Where it will go 


I’m filling the cracks that ran through the door 

And kept my mind from wandering 

Where it will go 


And it really doesn’t matter if I’m wrong I’m right 

Where I belong I’m right 

Where I belong. 


See the people standing there who disagree and never win 

And wonder why they don’t get in my door 

I’m painting my room in the colourful way 


And when my mind is wandering 

There I will go 

And it really doesn’t matter if I’m wrong I’m right 

Where I belong I’m right 

Where I belong. 


Silly people run around they worry me 

And never ask me why they don’t get past my door 

I’m taking the time for a number of things 

That weren’t important yesterday 

And I still go 


I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in 

And stops my mind from wandering 

Where it will go




This piece is based on The Beatles song “Fixing A Hole” off of the Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band album. I think this is now the fifth song I’ve done off of that album. It’s definitely one of my favorite all-time albums.



				


				


				

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