From the road page: As we sat this afternoon contemplating the loss of our brother, we wondered how we could possibly do a show today. Dave put it into perspective stating, "There's no place I'd rather be than here with you guys right now." We cherish special memories of our lost friend. Tonight, Dave told a story about LeRoi at a bar in Virginia where the cash register was near the stage and LeRoi leaned on the register because "standing had become a chore". Roi proceeded to play the most beautiful version of Somewhere Over The Rainbow. Dave said, "that was the day I fell in love with him. And I'm still in love with him." It's safe to say we all were in love with him. "It's always easier to leave, than to be left." -DM
To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the redness Of little leaves opening stickily. I know what I know. The sun is hot on my neck as I observe The spikes of the crocus. The smell of the earth is good. It is apparent that there is no death. But what does that signify? Not only under ground are the brains of men Eaten by maggots. Life in itself Is nothing, An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs. It is not enough that yearly, down this hill, April Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
It is early evening, It is raining, not too hard now. I am sitting in a white rocking chair on the back porch of 108 S Penn St. I can see the top of the suspension bridge... the west end anyway.
Suzie asked to go back in, but I can tell she regrets it because she is sitting just inside the door . Opps, now she is gone ... the cat ran her off. The cat likes to sneak up on Suzie and Turner and bat the heck out of their ears. Fortunately no claws are involved. I guess the dogs wouldn't put up with it if there were..
The temperature is less that 70. Lovely. I am surrounded by Cindy's summer porch plants, fern, petunia, a couple of potted tomato plants. I need my camera. The wall of the house next door is peeling, the porch down the alley leans. The motor of a car on the next street revs.
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
Lyrics for: The Only Promise That Remains From the album: Reba Duets Songwriters: Morris, Matt, Timberlake, Justin Label: MCA Nashville Featuring: Justin Timberlake
When the ground beneath you starts shaking, shaking And you forget the place we came from, came from When you’re lost and looking for a way home Your way home to me, I'll come out and find you
When the world around you starts moving, moving And you should wonder if I still love you, love you If you feel a darkness coming, rising inside I'll make a light to guide you back home
And after all the sky has fallen down And after all the water is washed away My love’s the only promise that remains
When your doubts have got you thinking, thinking And nothing’s every really sacred, sacred And you’re afraid you might believe it Believe in me and I'll give you a reason
‘Cause the world around us keeps on moving, moving And there’s no doubt that I still love you, love you So when you feel the darkness coming, rising inside I'll make a light to guide you back home
And after all the sky has fallen down And after all the water is washed away My love’s the only promise that remains My love’s the only promise that remains My love’s the only promise that remains
And after all the sky has fallen down (After all the sky has fallen down) And after all the water is washed away (After all the water is washed away) My love’s the only promise that remains, remains
Abbey is in Japan visiting Sam. Walter is in Lexington, KY, interviewing for new work. Sam is in Misawa, Japan, teaching English. Ed is in finals week at WV Wesleyan. Maggie is a sophomore at TCHS. Phill is at work in Bretz. Suzie is asleep in a chair.
The four Browns are getting ready to go to Utah for Scott's wedding.
Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah. The gypsy flies from coast to coast
Knowing many, loving none, Bearing sorrow havin' fun, But back home he'll always run To sweet Melissa... mmm...
Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same. And no one knows the Gypsy's name
No one hears his lonely sighs, There are no blankets where he lies. In all his deepest dreams the Gypsy flies with sweet Melissa... mmm...
Again the morning's come, Again he's on the run, Sunbeams shining through his hair, Appearing not to have a care. Well, pick up your gear and Gypsy roll on, roll on.
Crossroads, will you ever let him go? (Lord, Lord) Will you hide the dead man's ghost, Or will he lie, beneath the clay, or will his spirit float away?
But I know that he won't stay without Melissa.
Yes I know that he won't stay without Melissa.
From Song Facts: http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=830 April 27, 2008
Gregg Allman spoke at length about this song in an interview with the San Luis Obispo (CA) Tribune on November 30, 2006: "I wrote that song in 1967 in a place called the Evergreen Hotel in Pensacola, Florida. By that time I got so sick of playing other people's material that I just sat down and said, 'OK, here we go. One, two, three - we're going to try to write songs.' And about 200 songs later - much garbage to take out - I wrote this song called 'Melissa.' And I had everything but the title. I thought (referring to lyrics): 'But back home, we always run... to sweet Barbara' - no. Diane...? We always run... to sweet Bertha.' No, so I just kind of put it away for a while. So one night I was in the grocery store - it was my turn to go get the tea, the coffee, the sugar and all that other s--t... and there was this Spanish lady there and she had this little toddler with her - this little girl. And I'm sitting there, getting a few things and what have you. And this little girl takes off, running down the aisle. And the lady yells, Oh, Melissa! Melissa, come back, Melissa!' And I went, 'Oh - that's it.' I forgot about half the stuff I went for, I went back home and, man, it was finished, only I couldn't really tell if it was worth a damn or not because I'd written so many bad ones. So I didn't really show it to anybody for about a year. And then I was the last one to get to Jacksonville - I was the last one to join the band that became the Allman Brothers. And my brother sometimes late at night after dinner, he'd say, 'Man, go get your guitar and play me that song - that song about that girl.' And I'd play it for him every now and then. After my brother's accident, we had 3 vinyl sides done of Peach, so I thought well we'll do that, and then on the way down there I wrote "Ain't Wastin' Time No More." I wrote that for my brother. We were all in pretty bad shape. I had just gotten back from Jamaica and I was weighing at about 156, 6-foot-1-and-a-half - I was pretty skinny. So we went back down there, got in the studio and finished the record. And the damn thing shipped gold." (thanks, Peaceboy - Someplace, CA)
This was first recorded in 1968 by the 31st Of February, one of Gregg and Duane Allman's first bands. Duane's version of this with the 31st Of February is the first recording of him playing the bottleneck slide guitar, a technique he became famous for. Gregg Allman got some help on this song from Sandy Alaimo, who was operating the studio they used. The part of the song that begins: "Crossroads, will you ever let him go" is probably a reference to Robert Johnson, a Blues legend who supposedly went to a crossroads and sold his soul to the devil. This was one of the first songs the band recorded without Duane Allman. He died in a motorcycle accident about 4 months before this was released. Eat A Peach was dedicated to Duane. The Allman Brothers performed this on the last episode of the syndicated Dennis Miller Show on July 25, 1992. The band performed this at Duane Allman's funeral in 1971. This was never a big hit in the US, but it has endured as a regular on classic rock radio.
Today marked 4000 dead in Iraq... the day after western Easter celebration...
Christmas Song, Dave Matthews
She was his girl; he was her boyfriend She be his wife; take him as her husband A surprise on the way, any day, any day One healthy little giggling dribbling baby boy The wise men came three made their way To shower him with love While he lay in the hay Shower him with love love love Love love love Love love is all around Not very much of his childhood was known Kept his mother Mary worried Always out on his own He met another Mary for a reasonable fee, less than Reputable as known to be
His heart was full of love love love Love love love Love love is all around When Jesus Christ was nailed to the his tree Said "oh, Daddy-o I can see how it all soon will be I came to she'd a little light on this darkening scene Instead I fear I spill the blood of my children all around"
The blood of our children all around The blood of our children all around The blood of our children all around So the story goes, so I'm told The people he knew were Less than golden hearted Gamblers and robbers Drinkers and jokers, all soul searchers Like you and me
Rumors insisted he soon would be For his deviations Taken into custody by the authorities Less informed than he. Drinkers and jokers. all soul searchers Searching for love love love Love love love Love love is all around
Preparations were made For his celebration day He said "eat this bread and think of it as me Drink this wine and dream it will be The blood of our children all around The blood of our children all around" The blood of our children all around
Father up above, why in all this anger have you fill Me up with love Fill me love love love Love love love Love love And the blood of our children all around
I set out on a narrow way many years ago Hoping I would find true love along the broken road But I got lost a time or two Wiped my brow and kept pushing through I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you Every long lost dream led me to where you are Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars Pointing me on my way into your loving arms This much I know is true That God blessed the broken road That led me straight to you
I think about the years I spent just passing through I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you But you just smile and take my hand You've been there you understand It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true
Every long lost dream led me to where you are Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars Pointing me on my way into your loving arms This much I know is true That God blessed the broken road That led me straight to you
Now I'm just rolling home Into my lover's arms This much I know is true That God blessed the broken road That led me straight to you
That God blessed the broken road That led me straight to you.
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a Child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our fear, our presence automatically liberates others." Marianne Williamson
You cannot quit me so quickly Is no hope in you for me No corner you could squeeze me But I got all the time for you, love The Space Between The tears we cry Is the laughter keeps us coming back for more The Space Between The wicked lies we tell And hope to keep us safe from the pain
But will I hold you again? These fickle, fuddled words confuse me Like 'Will it rain today?' Waste the hours with talking, talking These twisted game we play
We're strange allies With warring hearts What wild-eyed beast you be The Space Between The wicked lies we tell And hope to keep us safe from the pain
Will I hold you again? Will I hold...
Look at us spinning out in The madness of a roller coaster You know you went off like a devil In a church in the middle of a crowded room All we can do, my love Is hope we don't take this ship down
The Space Between Where you're smiling high Is where you'll find me if I get tickled The Space Between The bullets in our firefight Is where I'll be hiding, waiting for you The rain that falls Splash in your heart Ran like sadness down the window into... The Space Between Our wicked lies Is where we hope to keep safe from pain
Take my hand 'Cause we're walking out of here Oh, right out of here Love is all we need here The Space Between What's wrong and right Is where you'll find me hiding, waiting for you The Space Between Your heart and mine Is the space we'll fill with time The Space Between...
Tuesday had temperatures in the 60s. Today, Thursday, is back to normal January dreary. Ahhhh, changable, seasonal weather. Time to go to the library for a new book.
