Words & Music

"Art is not what you see, but what you make others see." Edgar Degas

Friday, September 21, 2018

You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go


I had to bid a virtual adieu to an old friend yesterday. Unlike Bob Dylan, I have not only known careless love. In fact, I’ve never known it, and that might be the problem. Or it might be as simple as “if something’s not right it’s wrong.”

Blood On The Tracks is as good an album as Dylan ever made and that’s saying something, especially considering his second through seventh albums were each masterpieces.

I’ll see you in the stars above…








I've seen love go by my door
It's never been this close before
Never been so easy or so slow
I've been shooting in the dark too long
When somethings not right it's wrong
You're gonna make me lonesome when you go

Dragon clouds so high above
I've only known careless love
It's always hit me from below
This time around it's more correct
Right on target, so direct
You're gonna make me lonesome when you go

Purple clover, Queen Anne lace
Crimson hair across your face
You could make me cry if you don't know
Can't remember what I was thinking of
You might be spoiling me too much, love
You're gonna make me lonesome when you go

Flowers on the hillside, blooming crazy
Crickets talking back and forth in rhyme
Blue river running slow and lazy
I could stay with you forever
And never realize the time

Situations have ended sad
Relationships have all been bad
Mine have been like Verlaine's and Rimbaud
But there's no way I can compare
All those scenes to this affair
You're gonna make me lonesome when you go

You're gonna make me wonder what I'm doing
Staying far behind without you
You're gonna make me wonder what I'm saying 
You're gonna make me give myself a good talking to

I'll look for you in old Honolulu
San Francisco, Ashtabula
You're gonna have to leave me now, I know
But I'll see you in the sky above
In the tall grass, in the ones I love
You're gonna make me lonesome when you go

Monday, September 17, 2018

The Way Lovers Do


My lover was an ocean away from me when I wrote this song. The words and the melody all came together and I had to find their place on the guitar. Usually songs come the other way around for me, with a melody and rhythm looking for the words.

This one expresses a basic desire: to live the way lovers do.



Every woman I meet
I think
She thinks
She knows me at first sight
And every one is right
I’m like the night after a fight
I haven’t got a thing to hide
I told you I love you
I told myself that too
The way that lovers do
When every word is true
        I want to see you tonight
        The way lovers do
        I want to hear you tonight
        The way lovers do
        I want to touch you tonight
        The way lovers do
Every man I meet
I think
I think I know this guy
He used to live a lie
And back then so did I
I haven’t got a thing to hide
I told you I love you
I told myself that too
The way that lovers do
When every word is true
        I want to see you tonight
        The way lovers do
        I want to hear you tonight
        The way lovers do
        I want to touch you tonight
        The way lovers do

Friday, September 14, 2018

CitySketch: Trees



The trees of the city – not the ones in the parks but the ones in the sidewalks and courtyards, surrounded by concrete – watch over us the way our elders always have, with understanding and indulgence.

They say, “It is possible to survive even the strangulation of your roots.”

They say, “Make a home in me, little birds, and let your hatchlings grow here.”

They say, “Take some oxygen; it’s free.”

They say, “We are all going to die. It’s OK. We may all live again. Who’s to say?”