God Bless The Bluebird Cafe

It’s where Country Dreams come true
Where everything sung there is brand new
Where people go to sit and really listen
Where songwriters come to be christened
You’ll hear songs there about Mama
about ol’ fashioned love & wastin’ away
At the end of the night, you’ll wanna say
God bless the Bluebird Cafe

I’ve heard the various legends about the place
I’ve seen pictures taken within those walls
I’ve bought the songs that were introduced there
It’s not one of them fancy Country Music halls

It’s unlike anywhere you’ve ever been before
Those songwriters are the best of the best
What they come up with and sincerely sing about
is more impressive than how they’re dressed

It’s where I hope my songs are sung one day
It’s the place I wanna hear incredible tunes
I’d rather go there than all them honky-tonks
or those famous Nashville bars and saloons

I’d like to go to a Sunday Writer’s Night
where I could sing my latest crafted song
Where I hope one day someone will say
“Son, this is where you no doubt belong.”

It’s where Country Dreams come true
Where everything sung there is brand new
Where people go to sit and really listen
Where songwriters come to be christened
You’ll hear songs about yearning for home
Each artist and writer there will blow you away
As you walk out the doors at the end of the night
You’ll say God bless the Bluebird Cafe

Oh, God bless the Bluebird Cafe!

2017

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Good Luck, Godspeed, Goodbye

The wedding dress her Mama and she picked out
was hanging on her childhood bedroom door
It was the big day she’d been planning
She didn’t have to wait for it anymore
She looked out the wet window and asked herself
“Rain’s supposed to be a good sign, right?”
She then walked down the stairs & to the kitchen
That morning she had a bit of an appetite

Poured her favorite cereal in an old china bowl
her parents inherited from Grams who wasn’t there
The coffee was already made and waiting in the pot
She poured a cup, then she sat down on a chair
And she started thinking about different things
like mem’ries she hadn’t thought about in years
That dance when she broke up with her boyfriend
and she wiped away her slowly moving tears

Because she then thought of that tragic accident
The one her ex got into that same April night
She thought about what could have happened
if they never got into that awful fight
Then she started looking through the paper
A small headline caught her eye
There was a picture of a young man
and she felt like she was gonna die

It looked like that ex-boyfriend from school
“That’s impossible,” she said
And all these thoughts started racing
deep inside her mixed up head
She didn’t know what to think or do
except it was time to go upstairs
The wedding was coming pretty quickly
She didn’t need to be thinking of old affairs

Then the doorbell rang and she walked over
Looked in the peephole and it was that teen
Threw open the door, hugged him tightly as she could
It surprised him she wasn’t acting angry or mean
He was still in his suit from that old High School night
Which confused her so, but he knew exactly why
He returned to wish her well with these final words
“Good luck, Godspeed, Goodbye.”

He disappeared forever after he said to her warmly,
“Good luck, Godspeed, Goodbye.”

2017

Now That She’s Got My Heart

We sat on the couch
At her parents’ house
And she said
It’s me, you know
It’s me, not you

I looked at her
And looked away
Nothin’ I could say
I thought what should I do
What should I do…

Now that she’s got my heart
Now that I know we’re through
I’ve lost all feeling in my chest
Cause she felt it was best
Now that she’s got my heart
I can’t seem to get any rest
I don’t wanna go anywhere
I don’t wanna do anything
She’s given everything else back –
My letter jacket and class ring
I’m a train way off the track
I know it will forever sting
I wish that she could see
Now that she’s got my heart
It’s slowly killin’ me

Now that she’s got my heart
It’s slowly killin’ me.

2017

All These Waves Are Mine

All these waves are mine
They’re finer than 1972 White Wine
All these waves are mine
While this ain’t the Oahu Pipeline
They’re not too choppy
They’re curling just right
There’s not a single surf punk in sight
This morning’s turned out so divine
‘Cause all these waves are mine

I moved to Santa Cruz
when I was nineteen years old
I had my crazy friends
We’d surf, it was rad
We’d smoke cloves and go nuts
and we’d puke out our guts
from eating all that pizza
but it wasn’t all that bad

Now all these waves are mine
They’re tastier than barley wine
All these waves are mine
While this ain’t the Oahu Pipeline
They’re not too choppy
They’re curling just right
There’s not a single grommet in sight
This morning turned out so divine
‘Cause all these waves are mine

Those days I wouldn’t trade
They were not great but just right
I don’t remember many moments
when I was confused and sad
Those guys were there for me
unlike my toxic family
They took me under their wings
when cancer took my Dad

Now some have moved away
They decided not to stay
But I don’t blame them
They had their lives to live
Here I am facing the beach
Feeling so alive and free
It’s deep like meditation
Those mem’ries of us are a gift

All these waves are mine
They’re finer than 1972 white wine
All these waves are mine
This ain’t the Banzai Pipeline
Steamer Lane’s one of a kind
It’s a great place to unwind
Especially without Valleys or Wannabes
What a salty and soothin’ breeze
I’m never gonna leave
‘Cause all these waves are mine

All these waves are mine.

2017

Lyric Notes: I’m not a surfer, but I’ve been around them enough to empathize with them and their feelings about being in the ocean and thinking like a fisherman, you know… All these fish are mine…. but I changed it to waves, and it just made sense. Kind of a fun exercise, I love moving through these ideas and just sharing them to the world, not knowing what will stick and what won’t. It was inspired by Kesha’s “Back to Wonderland.” This one is for all those surfers in Santa Cruz, CA. Hope you are enjoying those great waves in Steamer Lane and also up the coast at Mavericks.  All the best from this Non-Resident Local.

You’re My Hometown Now

When I was a little child growing up back then
I was happy ‘n proud of where I came from
We’d roam the dry canyon back behind our home
Mama would bake oatmeal cookies and give me some

I felt safe so I’d walk with my friends to school
Our teachers took the time to teach us well
We’d go downtown by ourselves to walk around
On the hour, we’d hear that clock tower bell

I look into your eyes of light turquoise blue
And I feel the love that’s pourin’ from you
And there’s somethin’ I’ve slowly figured out
You’re my hometown now
My sweet love, you’re my hometown now

There are roads in you I’ll never travel
There are stories I hear about you and smile
You’re the woman who’s shaped me forever
Every minute spent with you is worthwhile

You’re that summer sea breeze at the Boardwalk
That windy track the train takes down to the sea
And I know I’ll always cherish you, my dear
for all the memories you’re warmly givin’ me

Your beauty is washin’ over me every day
Like the waves did where I couldn’t stay
And I hope you never ever, ever, ever doubt
You’re my hometown now
My sweet love, you’re my hometown now

Those eyes of light turquoise blue
All that love that’s pourin’ from you
Helped me figure somethin’ important out
You’re my hometown now
My sweet love, you’re my hometown now

You’re my hometown now
You’re my hometown now
You’re my hometown now
My sweet love, you’re my hometown now.

2017

Lyric Notes: This one of course, is for my wife Melanie.  I have to say here that I have been listening to Miranda Lambert’s “The House That Built Me” a lot lately and I wanted to write a song that actually included love and even compare the relationship to the memories of my hometown – explaining that the memories of that place are equally if not more meaningful than where I grew up as a child, Santa Cruz, CA. For me it’s hard, and you have to understand, there were two halves to my childhood – when we lived in Santa Cruz and when we moved to Watsonville, CA only a few short miles away. This is life after both of those places with my wife. It’s actually a celebration of today with her and the girls.

Chest Thumpin’ Patriot

I love my country
I love my church
And I’m on a mission
I’m on a search

For people like me
All over this land
Who’ll risk it all
To take a stand

Are you a Chest Thumpin’ Patriot
Or just a quiet citizen
Are you engaged and do you participate
Or do you only do it now and then?
Do you support the Armed Services
Of the Red, White, and Blue?
Are you a Chest Thumpin’ Patriot
Then I wanna hang out with you

I love my Mama
And I love my family
They’re my foundation
They mean so much to me

I love where I grew up;
Santa Cruz n’ Watsonville
I was taught that honor
Isn’t a game of skill

Friday Night Football
Little League at the Park
‘n keepin’ the peace
When it’s after dark

Flags waving proudly
Supporting our troops
Who fight our battles
Who go through hoops

They’re Chest Thumpin’ Patriots
Who serve so we can be
Good Americans
Happy and Truly Free
From California
To the Florida Keys
They’re filled with Faith
Hope and charity
Chest Thumpin’ Patriots
And proud to be

I’m a Chest Thumpin’ Patriot
And proud to be.

2017

Back to Downieville

There’s not much to do in this small city
The geese are fun to look at but not for long
How I miss that ole mining town I grew up in
Where we’d sit around a campfire and sing a song

Take me back to Downieville
Where the river’s never still
Where they all know me and my family
Where the mosquitoes are biting
The cold swimming hole is inviting
Where it’s OK for me to be just me

Grandpa helped build my Daddy’s cabin up there
Where we all lived til Grandma died long ago
I wanted to travel and see the great big world
But I had the world at home, how was I to know

I’d want to go back to Downieville
Where the river’s never still
Where they all know me and my family
Where the rapids are exciting
Where I learned all about songwriting
Where I’ll be the man I’ve always wanted to be

I know I’ll never find a place like Downieville
so take me back there where the air is so clean
And the people are good-hearted
It’s where my story started
Where my uniform will be a t-shirt, boots & jeans

Take me back to Downieville
Where the river’s never still
Where they all know me and my family
Where the mosquitoes are biting
The cold swimming hole is inviting
Where it’s OK for me to be just me

Where it’s OK for me to be just me.

2017

Lyric Notes:  Of course I had to write this. We would go on vacations with the Haas family and the Daniel Family up there and have a great time. On Facebook, I saw a message from Gloria Daniel to me, and I suddenly realized I had a song to write about that place.  So this is dedicated to all of the people our family went there with.  Maybe we’ll all be up there again one day.