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Begging For Some Change

Happy Anniversary Jo!

CD – Full Moon Spirits

What does one do if one knows one is a conduit to the spirit world? Keep writing and singing what flows through the conduit I guess….
So… here you go!

Landslide is dedicated to my daughter Elaynia Parker/Cline.

“Always the Same in the End” Was handed to me with this full moon – no rehearsal, no prelude, turn on the recorder and an instant song comes from my full moon muse… Listen carefully a few times.. this is more than what is seems… maybe this should be played at my funeral 🙂

CD – Margarita’s Dream

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Inspired by living on the border my entire life. Recreating a fictional event that is based on stories I have heard and been told and that were shared with me over the years.

Watching a story about Mary Queen of Scotts, I hear the line: “You can have me anytime you want me and you can take me any way you want to…” next thing I know Jo is watching the movie alone and I am in my studio writing another song… help, I am possessed!

It’s Full Moon time and my writing is becoming prolific again…. it is my rescue from the intensity that come with a full moon for me! “I Miss My Past” a message to a dear loved one of mine.

The Road to Tucson – I swear sometimes I am quite convinced that it isn’t me that writes or picks these songs – this song feels like an early Christmas present to me.

This CD is growing into a story album! Try “Jesus y Guitarra”!

The Reaper… hmmmmmm

Well it turns out Jesse is a bad mo-fo… I did not see this coming…

Cold Hard Canyon

The Meanings and Metaphors of “Cold Hard Canyon”

The wind can blow hard in the canyon
When the cold air falls from the sky

When our Arizona monsoons build an anvil out of a cloud it gathers cold air that eventually falls, sometimes at over a hundred miles an hour creating a down-burst of air that is turbulent and violent. The past few years has brought age and great pain to my body that feels at times like an ice cold blast of air is coursing through my body.

I can still feel your heart beating
And taste your warm lips in my sighs

I still feel my youth. It hasn’t disintegrated or disappeared yet, though I suspect it will one day in the no longer distant future. It is something I am trying to accept, fight off, defend and deny all at the same time… usually in this condition I reflexively let out a subconscious sigh.

My lantern is starting to flicker
As the lightening and thunder do clash

canyon moonI have come to realize that the light at the end of this tunnel really is a train, and it is on its way to run me over somewhere in the unknown future. This again creates a polarization of energy in me that feels like lightening and thunder.

The cactus has ripped my old slicker
As the lantern’s obscured by the sky

As my joints wear out and arthritis is taking a hold of my knees and my wrist (making it very hard to play the guitar and dance) it feels like cactus needles poking into my flesh. At times like this I find it very hard to bring forth the virility and youthful feeling that is still residing in my bones.

Whoopee tie yie yo get along little doggies
I’ve got a long way to go
Whoopee tie yie yo get along little doggies
Tucson was never your home

I have know for too many years that the earth and my current physicality is temporary, thus, “Tucson Was Never Your Home”. This makes me feel like I need to whip things into a frenzy around me because time is running out. Oh I may have decades still to live (or may not), but my youth is dissipating and I feel like I need to capture all of the moments I can before it is all gone. There are so many things I still want to do. “Let’s dance, come on get that right! Turn it on let’s go!” At times I feel bad for Joanne, because since I drive myself so hard, even though I try not to, I sometimes drive her too hard as well.

The storm makes the cattle so restless
The darkness makes them hard to read

canyon lightWhen I slip out of the brilliant light of my own existence I almost always screw something up and make a mess. I slip into the darkness that resides in my artist and I lose track of what and who is real sometimes and it begins to feel like everything is dark, even though it is just me that is out of the light.

So I’m sitting low in the saddle
Praying that they don’t stampede

Sometimes in a crowd, I withdraw into myself for fear I will say the wrong thing and piss someone off. Too often I am quite frank in my observations, and I have a knack for being observant.

I’m holding a torch for your love here
Like a match in a cold hurricane

I have come to learn that even though love is abundant, it is not always easy to keep a relationship together, consequently I hold my love for Joanne in the highest of esteem I honor and guard it like a knight errant wanting to preserve and hold it sacred for as long as we may freely love one another.

My light is a bright yellow lantern
That’s pelted by cold winter rain

cactus canyonThere is that dimming light again. I am trying so hard to accept the inevitability of my aging without capitulating to becoming the same old man my elders were. I am determined to stay in shape to the best my body and pains will allow, but lately the pain is frequently making me back away during a workout.

Repeat Chorus…

I look through the night to tomorrow
Seeing the depth of your soul

I see Joanne and how she loves me, she loves my artist, all of him. I have never been so fully accepted by any other person (except maybe my daughter). I feel for her, she didn’t choose a rich man, or a successful business man that put money away for his old age. I worry sometimes that I will not be able to provide what she needs as she ages… and then she shows me once again, that not only is she capable of taking care of her own future, she loves me just as I am and she happily shares all she has and makes with me.

Rusty-Good-smallKnowing I’d beg steal or borrow
To warm you when you are cold

Repeat Chorus…

Thank you for loving me Joanne, I will do what ever it takes to keep you safe, happy and well traveled!

I love you Joanne Lee Canalli!

Yesterday’s Eyes

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“Cold Hard Canyon” getting in touch with my inner cowboy. “These Are the Reasons” trying to make peace with my art, my artist and my age as I realize I swapped one form or richness for another. 9-6-2014 “Yesterday’s Eyes” is brand new… as a matter of fact written on my birthday for a dear friend of mine! “Love A Great Point of View” is maybe the final version, I have been working on this song for 5 years… I [we counting Joanne] never get sick of it, that must say something. “Hello in There” was written by John Prine, I love the sentiment of this song. “Taxi” of course is by Harry Chapin… I love this song! The quintessential bitter-sweet love ballad. “Old Broken Bullfighter” Is for a dear friend of mine who is going through a hard time right now. “Carry on With Love” A song handed to me to remind me of how to go forward against those that treat me with hatred. Western Ways was written in Dallas Texas (Grapevine to be precise) in 1989, I have intended to rerecord it for years… I like this version!