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This is a track from "Stop.Watch," my not-yet-released recording. It's a set of seven songs that journey through time and connection. Legacy and loss. The hard face of hope.

This recording is a community of sound: so many great local musicians contributing to the central questions, using their remarkable talents--on fiddle, drums, bass, vocals, percussion--to lift the insistent legacy inquiry into a place of gentle demand.

Besides my lead vocal, you're hearing the voices of PRISCA, Cindy Diamond, and Ann Duckworth. That's Ben Holst on bass and several of the guitars--I think I've got two and he's got three. And three bass tracks. Moira Nelligan on fiddle. I got acquainted with her playing by way of a hurricane. True story. And Vic Stafford on all things percussive. Beautiful sounds.

 

Lyrics

What Will We Leave Behind
 c2017


give me a home. give me a home
give me a place to be in family and company
where I can be known. give me that home.


give me a sky. give me a sky.
give me the air to breathe and stars to see
moon that rises high. give me that sky.


and when the time rolls on and when we are gone
what will we leave behind?


Give me a world give me a world
Give me that shining ball a place we all can be
Give me that World


and when the time rolls on and when we are gone
what will we leave behind?

what will we leave behind?
what will we leave behind?
what will we leave behind?
what will we leave behind?
what will we leave behind?
what will we leave behind?

will we have been blind? will we have been kind?

and when the time rolls on and when we are gone

what will we leave behind? what will we leave behind?

will we have been blind? will we have been kind?

what will we leave behind? what will we leave behind?

 

 

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This song is part of a series called "Edifice Complex," written during an artist residency in Seaside Florida. The music on "Edifice . ." explores land-use and urban planning through several melodic lenses--"(anatomy of)The Street Where You Live" even brings a clarinet to the search. 

The lyrics in this song are embedded with all sorts of planning and zoning sociologicals and illogicals--NIMBY makes an appearance; I had a traffic engineer wax enthusiastic about the mention of street width  and traffic flow in verse one. All of this (and more--check out the full set on iTunes) comes from several years of working with a planning consultant while I was on city counsel, not to mention years of attending classes and conferences on any and everything related to living on urban land. 

All of which to say--this song is not about any particular place. It's about any place. Every place. Every imperfect little town that we work to make better.

Lyrics

(anatomy of)The Street Where You Live    

c2009

 

Just enough shade just enough light

Just enough room for the neighbors in the middle of a hot summer night

Just enough room for a car to pass But it has to slo-ow down

Perfect little street perfect little spot perfect little town

 

Just enough them just enough us

Just enough I got what I need you got what you need—so don’t fuss!

 Just enough Not In My Backyard So it has to slo-ow down

Perfect little street perfect little spot perfect little town

 

early morning in a bathrobe going for the paper

 kids are on the way to carpool-wave at the neighbor

 

Just enough shade (canopy)    just enough light (density)

Just enough room for the neighbors 

in the middle of a hot summer night (community)

 

Just enough room for a car to pass 

but it has to slo-ow down

Perfect little street perfect little spot perfect little town

 

Just enough them (diversity)  just enough us (security)

Just enough I got what I need 

you got what you need--don’t fuss! (economy)

 

Just enough Not In My Backyard 

so it has to slo-ow down

Perfect little street perfect little spot 

 

perfect little town

Rich Turnbow
Hammet/Holst

Lyrics

DNA (do not assume)

Hammet, Holst,  c2012

 

 

Do Not Assume you know who’s guilty

Do Not Assume the truth was heard

Do Not Assume we are so different

Do Not Assume they have the final word

 

They gave me life plus twenty for a crime I did not do

And they added twenty more years just to break me through and through

They gave me life plus twenty but I was innocent

And they put on twenty more years just in case those years got spent

 

Do Not Assume you know who’s guilty

Do Not Assume the truth was heard

Do Not Assume we are so different

Do Not Assume they have the final word

 

I got represented by a lawyer in the hall 

he just happened to be standing there that’s how he got the call

the jury found me guilty though I know we heard the same

now the whole world’s feeling safer ‘cause they found someone to blame

 

Do Not Assume you know who’s guilty

Do Not Assume the truth was heard

Do Not Assume we are so different

Do Not Assume they have the final word

 

There’s a shadow in the hall of justice 

blood on Liberty’s cape

There’s a stain on the flag of freedom that no one can escape

 

Do Not Assume you know who’s guilty

Do Not Assume the truth was heard

Do Not Assume you are so different

Do Not Assume they have the final word

 

Do Not Anger or be bitter

A lesson every day I learn

Do Not Ask what would my life have been

If I could have those years returned

 

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I quit writing love songs a while ago. . . . the last record I did with that kind of music was "Under The Same Sky," produced with Rob Gal--really beautiful tunes and some of my favorites. But "Reason For Love" is probably my very favorite (is this true?) of the love songs I've written. I like the circularity of the chorus; I know that angst and those depths, the wrench and the uncertainty. Wow. 

So what is the question that the answer is love? 

Lyrics

Reason For Love  

 c2004

 

 

well, my words are pouring out of me like sweat

and  the actions I remember are the actions I regret

and I won’t take any chances ‘cause it’s all a losing bet

 

Is there a reason for love

There is a reason for love 

 if there’s a reason for love

 I’d give up reason for love

 

and I don’t know if I miss you or it’s just the empty space

or maybe it’s just me that I don’t wanna face

and with all the second-guessing, was it ever love in the first place?

 

Chorus

 

       and it feels like it’s one or the other; then it feels like it’s you or it’s me

       but it all comes down, it all comes down to this—it just is what it is

 

 

so what is the question that the answer is love?

and what is forgiveness when I do the same stuff?

and how will I ever know what feels like enough?

 

 

Chorus

 

 

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Lyrics

Little Pink Gun

c2010

 

Waitin’ there underneath the Christmas tree

For my darlin’ kindergarten Annie Oakley

Ain’t no dolly with the fakey golden curls

Time for separatin women from the girls

 

CHORUS:

 

Yeah Haley’s got a little pink gun

She’s got her brother Bubba on the run

Got a child-sized trigger so it’s easy to pull it

but the dadgum thing shoots a grownup bullet

Haley’s got a little pink gun

 

By the time she’s seven she’ll be shootin big game 

Makes a silly little video look real tame

She’s my baby vigilante she’s my itty-bitty shooter

Blond hair blue eyes nothing much cuter than

 

CHORUS:

 

Bang bang bang

Run Bubba run Bubba run

 

Now she’s shootin at the kitty-cat bang bang bang

Suburbans in the cross-hairs clang clang clang

Ring around the rosie farmer in the dell

Mama let me take it to show and tell

 

CHORUS:

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I have spent many, many days and nights along the Gulf Coast -- playing music. Sailing and swimming. Catching crabs,  walking the sand. Smelling the decay and renewal, the salt and the funk of that grand geospheric cathedral. I worked a shrimp boat out on that water and have often wondered how many nautical miles I was from the Deep Horizon spill that befouled the sacred sea. 

From that tangible holiness, that mystery and reverence, that swoon and sweat comes "Lifted."

Many thanks to Claire Campbell for her high priestess vocals on this. Also Dede Vogt on slinky bass and Brandon Bush on spooky piano.

Lyrics

Lifted

c2004 

 

 

The stick the stone the flesh and the bone

the mighty mighty power of the great unknown

the sky the mud the breath and the blood

I am lifted

 

 

I wore a cross of gold around my neck for years

thinkin' it would drive away my doubts and fears

and tho' I did not get relief or find redemption

I found some pleasure in sins I will not mention

 

 

(chorus)

 

Day after day I took a vow of silence

to cleanse my mouth from spoken acts of violence  

and tho' I did not purify a single word

I cannot believe all the things I overheard

 

(chorus)

 

Would I be saved or sanctified in the name of love

measured by all below or up above

would I account and explain for my every thought and my action

or is every moment perfect satisfaction

 

(chorus)

 

So who or what is the measure of all that's holy

who or what is bathed in the light of the glory glory

and when and where will it all be reconciled

so we walk it step by step and mile by mile

 

(chorus)

 

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Lyrics

One Seventy Five   

c2009

  

Three killin things     I ever saw

A snake  a gun    a crooked law

One waits in the pocket     one waits in the bush

One lies waitin on the government books

 

One seventy five    one seventy five

a gun will shoot     a snake will strike 

but a law can twist a country like a knife

 

 

gun don’t pay    a snake don’t vote

twisted law is made by both

a snake will hiss a  gun will smoke

some laws are spinnin wheels on a crooked spoke

 

 

don’t tread on me don’t  aim for me don’t say it’s not the same for me

don’t tread on me don’t  aim for me don’t say it’s not the same for me

 

 

A law protects    a law defends

But who that is      I guess it all depends

 

 

One seventy five