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As threatened promised, my Bandcamp page is now live. Preview and buy music here.

A while back a friend of mine (thanks Jo-Jo Dancer) hipped me to Bandcamp.

Well, I’ve been busy as a beaver since then, rapidly uploading.

Stay tuned for more deets.

Another of my intro verses to “Hey Beautiful.” I like to write a new one for each big show. Considering the gig tonight is the first in about 18 months, I guess that counts.

when she was good, she was very, very good
but when she was mean she was better
she made the rules, but like all lovesick fools
i relished the rules to the letter
when she departed, i was brokenhearted
thrown off with only my grief
now i comb the town, i walk up streets and down,
desperately searching for some small relief…

Coming soon - a new look, and maybe some new features like videos and downloads.

Also (hopefully) in 2009, a new record.

feels really good to be posting this after such a long drought.

when i die, won’t you bury me
when i die, won’t you bury me
when i die, won’t you bury me
next to my sweet Violet in the back country?

i met her long ago
i met my girl long ago
i met her long ago
on the bank of the Rappahannock in the falling snow

i knew then, that winter’s day
i knew it then like i do today
i knew then, that winter’s day
my love for her would never fade away

but they called me off to war
yes they called me off to war
and they called me off to war
i set sail and left her on the shore

and i saw so many things
so many black and brutal things
yes i saw so many things
i learned of the horror evil brings

but notes from her, they got me through
letters from her, they got me through
notes from her, they got me through
and i survived the darkness that men do

i came home but she was gone
when i came home, she was gone
i came home and she was gone
God had called her name and led her on

every letter i received
every single letter i received
every letter i received
written by her sister as she grieved

she had known i would have died
she must have known i would have died
she had known i would have died
without the thought of Violet by my side

so she signed her sister’s name
sixty-one times — her sister’s name
yes she signed her sister’s name
because she’s grown to care for me the same

but i can not forget my love
my sweet violet… i could never, my love
i can not forget my love
looking down from heaven up above

so i think that i will go
yes i think that i will go
i am sure that i will go
to the bank of the Rappahannock in the falling snow

when i die, won’t you bury me
when i die, won’t you bury me
when i die, won’t you bury me
next to my sweet Violet in the back country?

lying here with my arms around you
i still don’t know how on earth i found you
there’s nowhere else that i would rather be now
ever since you showed me i can see how

i could spend my life like this
lost with you inside this kiss
look into my eyes and say you’ll stay

cause this is
perfect

i’ve been looking so long for a real love
i had given up dreaming i’d feel love
how could i imagine that you’d take me
and in just a single night remake me?

i could spend my life like this
lost with you inside this kiss
promise that you’ll never go away

’cause this is
perfect

kate, play for me or else my heart will burst.
these tears would swell and overflow their dam,
and since i am by fragile humor cursed,
since music stabs the core of who i am,

the “moonlight,” kate, if only just the first,
favorite, movement: play it now, and slow.
i long to be in sadness well immersed
so let it from your old piano flow,

and play, kate, play, for i’m of love bereft,
but i would sooner let the music seem
to roil my muddy heart than need admit
i’m crying for the other life i left,
and she who, once in some forgotten dream,
knew the “moonlight,” and was quite fond of it.

when your head hits the pillow at night
and sleep sets your wishes free
listen for me on the evening breeze
i’ll be there at your window pane
watching over you as you breathe
keeping monsters from your gentle dreams

there might come a day when you’re older
you won’t need me over your shoulder
until then… call me when the wind blows colder

i’ll be on my way
on my way
i’ll be on my way
night or day

when the walls come crashing down
and you can’t see for tears in your eyes
look for me - i’ll be there by your side
i’ll make a place for you in my heart
where you can curl into a ball and hide
safe from all the wickedness and lies

there might come a day when you’re older
you won’t need me over your shoulder
until then… call me when the wind blows colder

i’ll be on my way
on my way
i’ll be on my way
night or day

before the walls between us turn to dust,
before our souls commune in naked bliss,
before we are consumed by fires of lust,
before we lock these lips in heaven’s kiss,

before we fall to bed, our limbs entwined,
before we stay awake to greet the morn,
before we leave these earthly shells behind,
before we die in love and are reborn,

there’s work to do, my sweet, so steel your heart —
if we go forward there’s no turning back.
we cannot close again an opened door;
we can’t resile from that we choose to start.
before we wished we’d tried another tack,
should we stay safe instead in this ‘before?’

when next you’re with him,
ask “am i sure this is he,
or has my lover
changed his shape, assumed the form
and the countenance
of the man who shares my bed?
whose hands, these, that set
my skin afire, whose lips bathe
my face in kisses,
who, hard inside me, makes to
rend my soul apart?
have you usurped the throne, thief,
stolen into my
house, as my heart, and assumed
the seat of power?”
“yes,” i will answer, “but say
nothing; this secret is ours.”