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Where's all the banjo players? Nobody knows this song "Bluebird" Buffalo Springfield? Steven Stills? Neil Young? Is anybody with me on this?   marcalan

Something romantic for the Dolls out there..marcalan

Life, The Dance                                               m.mcvicker  2007

Can I tell you,... what I saw today?
So far, and up; away?
Two lovers, at dance, in the air.

The stage was set for the loving duet
with blue and white cotton clouds.

They turned and they soared
and I thought the crowd roared
for the two, in love with the air.
The dip and the dive, they both had arrived
to give to those who would take time to see.

Their timing? Precise, wing tips on ice.
They respected each others' next move.
A loop without care, to the other, a dare.
A glance; to make my art to prove.
 
And then, as if by chance,
they had noticed their dance.

Their exit was swift and sure.

SOLO

I lost them to others, that might,
look up from their druthers,
and breathe, peace to recieve.
All the things we fight.
To see what life has in sight.
Just to rest, and believe.

Happy Thanksgiving to us in the US. This is the day we sat down and ate with the folks that helped us survive here... and then we drove them out of their lands, killed them and put them in detention camps. Anyway, here's a little ditty probably bluegrass, my favorite...marcalan

Grandad’s Last Wish                          m.mcvicker 2004

Don’t tell them how we made it through,
countless tears in dustbowl years.
Never speak of times you’ve seen,
no matter how hard they press you.
Things we’ve done, stay between,
an’ the young’uns don’t need to know.
Only speak of love and family;
all the sweet things of life, to them show.

Don’t tell them about this last run,
you keep that to yourself, my son.
Don’t tell them what all happened
that brought me to this death.
The loyal son leaned close to listen,                             
he smelled the vanilla whiskey on his breath.

Don’t say nothn’ how it all turned bad.
Don’t you teach ’em ‘bout these ways.
These times took from us all we had,
left us to scrabble, we couldn’t stay.

Don’t tell the young’uns   
how this drove your Ma’s mind away.
This business took the best from us,
I love her to this day.

I took her in the car,
to a place, that’s south of here.
I saw her standing in the window
as she watched me disappear.

Don’t say nothn’ to the young‘uns;
they don’t need to know.
Keep all this business to yourself.
Only sweet things to them show.

The loyal son stood  by
and he watched him pass away.
Outside the car was running;
he left him there, and made his getaway.

Daddy, won’t you tell me, how things used to be?
What was it like, who did you know,
when you was a young boy like me?

My observation, Jason

Rights to Pass                                  m.mcvicker 1997

Roads to many places,
different times, many faces.
Some still with us,
Some have gone.
At times we find ourselves alone.
To find, yet another path.
Somewhere else to put our trust.

Chances we take.
Errors we make.
Faces we fake.                                                                                                                               Correction we hate!
What brings sons back home?

Driven by rut to leave.
Ignorance, in single vision.
To satisfy; lust of mission.
To make the first decision.

To be alone.
To be on your own.
You'll reap the seeds that are sown.
The future, always to be unknown.

Chances we take.
Errors we make.
Smiles we fake.
Correction we hate!
God, brings sons back home.

Something fun for my friends at chordie. These is me....marcalan
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For those of us who wonder

Reverie                                                        m.mcvicker 2004                           

As I raise my head from my stinking bed,
I cannot find my sight.
From golden morn till dark forlorn,
for every breath, I fight.

My vision clears, to my worst of fears,
I see my body weak and gray.
My mind is young, but my time has come
as my flesh will be torn away.

My spirit will fly, that day I die.
Unto my Lord, I will be received!
But that time is known to God alone.
I shall not be deceived.

I will fight this day, to make my way                                             
to the River that I know.
And with a laugh, I will launch my raft.
Spirit, with flesh in tow!

In a 'gators crawl, through the wet leaves of fall,
to the River, air cool, heavy, and wet.
Among the smell of dirt and dead fish, I make one wish;
if I live through the night, I will beset.

Lord, can I be insane, do I have half a brain,
to set my course in life so late?
Would you wait so long to reveal my new song?
Into your hands, I resign my fate.

There was a time, when I was in prime,                                       
your will I prayed to serve.                                                         
Be still and wait, my faith in debate,
to the point I almost lost my nerve.

Evening draws in and the night will begin.
Until dawn will You hold me safe and near.
Lord, and then, with the strength of the,"mighty men",
I will rise and have no fear!

We're having some gray weather here in northern California, waa, waa you say but it has put me in a ghostly mood. I was raised in a haunted house where things were moved all the time and something would sit on the foot of your bed. Later as I was older only a few years ago a pencil rolled across the counter for no reason in front of me. So....I wrote this. I have to admit melody and chords are my down fall it seems I do lyrics. So be my guest and see what ya'll come up with.....marcalan

Onions, Garlic, and Fish              m.a. mcvicker  2002

Onions, Garlic, and Fish, adieu!
I don't know how to care for you.
Everywhere I go, you seem to follow me.
Greetings, I say, to all I can't see!

Doors fly open, pens move across the page.
It seems my house is an open stage.
Greetings, I say, to all I can't see!
Each one of you, mean alot to me.

Strange happenings, around us, sometimes we see.
I can tell you this, cause they've happened to me.
Be careful, my friends, of all you wish.
Or you may be living with Onions, Garlic, and Fish!