| March, 10th Only this Song - ©2010 Alex Bevan / Fiddler's Wynde Music BMI all rights reserved My grandfather used to work the land oh, he did... you know he did... With a horse and plow before the tractors ran oh, he did... you know he did... He used to sit on summer evenings With grandma on that old porch swing Galaxies of fireflies filled the meadows... while Cricket choirs and peepers sing... I have no wings... I have no wheels Only these dreams I fasten to my heels I have no wings... I have no road Only this song to sing before I go My grandmother's life was working hands Oh, she did... you know she did... Strong and tan with a wedding band Oh, she did... you know she did... She cooked and cleaned and raised her family It seemed the chores were somehow done Between the cobblers and the mending I see her smiling as she hummed... I have no wings... I have no wheels Only these dreams I fasten to my heels I have no wings... I have no road Only this song to sing before I go These roots that feed this part of me Oh they did... you know they did.... A leaf from the heart of a common tree Oh they did... you know they did.… The branches reach right up to heaven Shining, waving in the sun or Through the cold and rainy seasons They touch the life I have become I have no wings... I have no wheels Only these dreams I fasten to my heels I have no wings... I have no road Only this song to sing before I go |
| January 21st, I was sorting through a box of old photographs and found the ancient master tape of "Best Kept Secrets". It's pretty lo-fi... maybe Paul at Suma Recording can save it. In any case I ripped "Florida Tonight" just for fun. Enjoy.... tell your friends! |
| January 18th, 2010 So quiet and gray today with the snow melting everywhere and revealing little patches of this and that ni the yard. It's almost time to get ready for the IX Boatshow... rehersal never stops around here as long as the coffee pot works. I'm gonna put my mind on Summertime are think of the long, warming rays of sunlight through sycamore branches at the Bird's Nest Resort on South Bass Island. Here's a little music to help you get in the mood.  |
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January
8th, 2010
The snow has stopped for a
bit. One foot plus inches. I have been in contact with so
many friends from the Lake Erie Islands today.... and Key West.
While I am not tired of the snow (for the moment) my thoughts go to
warmer shores and the magic that my memory paints of a perfect world
that starts with a walk up the Lime Kiln Dock on South Bass Island......
"You can see them stumble off the Jet Express But the MILLER BOAT LINE is really the best How they charge up the ramp...they head into town Carrying they're stuff and lookin' all around.... They're doin' the dockwalk!" The Dockwalk.mp3 |
| January 4th, 2010 It's a cold day after the nearly three day blow... I feel as gray as the landscape outside my window. A hard start to what I hope will be one fine year... I've been practicing old songs for the Kent Stage concert on Jan. 16th. I sort of got stuck on one from 1970 that got recorded on the "No Truth To Sell" LP released in 1971. The words never seemed truer to me after, what... forty years? I could keep wrtiting about it... but think I will just make a quick recording of it... see what you think. No Truth To Sell... mp3 |
| January
1, 2010 It's
seven
thirty three p.m. when I'm starting this little ramble. Making
this blog just might be my New Year's Resolution. I don't know
why. I have not kept most of the ones I made in earlier
years. I'm not even sure why I want to share this much of me.… I
already share a lot. But then, I hide a lot too.
It's a hard start to the year. So much to think about. So many things to leave behind until the clarity of the rear view mirror gives them substance. Substance and not just emotion. I am thankful for my fiends and thankful for the darkness and light that define the playing field in which I dwell. Cryptic? No... truth. It's seven thirty nine … and I want more truth!!!! River of Stars...mp3 |