“Because of You” by Jeff Talmadge: Song Lyrics

Tonight I’m packing for my signing tomorrow at the Barnes & Noble in Southlake at 2:00 p.m. It will be a long day, especially when I have to combine it with online college work, but that is what I’ve signed on for. I’ve been in Monroe too long this last spell (at least a couple of weeks) and need to get back on the road. Wish me luck.

I guess it could be said that the songs we carry in our heart are the story of our lives. Having been raised in a home where music and songs had such a prominent place, I saw early, and felt early, how we can connect to certain songs and how we can come to admire certain artists. I’ve been listening night and day to a CD I just purchased by Jeff Talmadge entitled, At that much was TRUE. As a songwriter, I feel there are few who can equal Talmadge. I do hope I can see a performance of his some day, as I do so appreciate his music.  Today, I wanted to post the lyrics to a moving song on that CD, “Because of You.” I

“Because of You” by Jeff Talmadge

You can’t describe a place you’ve never been to,
Can’t escape a place that follows you around,
And you can’t tell a good thing from a bad one
When everything you know is upside down.
Everything you think is so is upside down.

You wouldn’t know a fact if it’s in your face,
You wouldn’t know a lie unless you told it.
You won’t believe that something’s gonna leave
Until you try to hold it
Until you try to hold it.

CHORUS:
And if you see her
Give her this picture
And tell her how it means what once was true
Tell her how a thousand words are missing now and
Tell her how it means because of you
Tell her how it means because of you.

So what are you gonna do
You’re always saying
Like the choices that you made
Were not a choice
In this the way you want it all to be remembered
No breath no face no voice
No breath no face no voice

Chorus:

Book Signing and Program News:

As with last spring, this spring is chock full of book and program activity. Here’s a condensed version of what I’ll be doing and where I’ll be the next few weeks:

Legacy Books, Pajamarama 7:30 p.m. Plano, TX Legacy Books of Plano, Texas is the largest independent bookstore to open in the United States in more than 2 decades. (I’m waiting on the final word on the date of this one). It was scheduled for tomorrow, but now I think it may be in March. I’ll post a correction as soon as I know.

Saturday, Feb. 21 Barnes & Noble, Southlake, Texas (Fort Worth Area) 2:00-until . . .)

Monday Feb. 23, A Program at the Ouachita Public Library Scottish storytelling, music and my book, The Scottish Alphabet.

After my program Monday night, I’ll drive to my parents house in Oklahoma, drive to the Dallas area Tuesday so my dad can have his pacemaker worked on Wednesday. I’ll spend Wednesday and Thursday with him, and then Friday I’ll drive to Houston.

Saturday Feb. 28, I’ll be at hte Lake Jackson Historical Museum. (Houston Area) You can read about that museum here: I’ll have two presentations that day. Here’s what they say of my event:

10am: Children’s Program and Book signing This program will center on Pittman’s children’s book, Jim Limber Davis: A Black Orphan in the Confederate White House, which tells the true story of how Jim Limber, a free black orphan, was adopted by the Jefferson Davis family during the Civil War.

2pm: Book reading and signing
Mr. Pittman will conduct a reading of his third book, Stories of the Confederate South, an anthology of short fiction presenting a variety of Southern characters, events and issues that capture the spirit and passion of the South.

Thursday, March, 5, I’ll be at the McComb Public Library in Mississippi.

March 6-8, that weekend, I’ll be at the North Texas Irish Festival in Dallas, Texas.

As you can see, I’ll be very busy, but it should be interesting!  And the weeks after this are even more crazy!

Lyrics: “Sadie’s Song” by Adrienne Young

The CD of Adrienne Young, Plow to the End of the Row, complete with packet of wildflower seeds, lyric booklet and Adrienne Young sticker, arrived in the mail yesterday. What a great collection of music! I had already published the lyrics of “Plow to the End of the Row” on this blog, and after listening to the CD, I decided I’d post the lyrics  to “Sadie’s Song,” a song of young, tragic love. The song is a reminder that we fall in love seeking redemption, completion, and warmth, but sometimes we only find cold, loss, and death.

“Sadie’s Song” written by Adrienne Young and Mark D. Sanders

Pretty boy, my faithless fallen angel
Took me completely in his arms
In his eyes, I saw Eden’s garden
But the serpent lay hidden in his charms
Well I used to love to sing with the sunlight in my hair
Till that fateful day when I followed him there
Chorus:

He said, climb, little Sadie higher
Spread them downy wings and fly
You will find your crown of gilded glory next to mine
Climb, little Sadie, climb.

Icy winds up on Lookout Mountain
Chilled two bodies to the bone
But for that man, I did gladly lay down my back
Upon a bed of stone
Well I used to love to sing with the sunlight in my hair
Till that fateful day when I followed him there.

Something’s wrong, I heard my voices whisper
I heard ‘em whisper something’s wrong
A single shot, he said, “Fare thee well, Sadie”
The round was cold, my breath was gone
Well I used to love to sing with the sunlight in my hair
Till that fateful day when I followed him there.

Wise Words from Adrienne Young:

Young’s site is here: She is an absolutely fascinating artist. One page of the Plow to the End of the Road CD jacket records her thoughts related to the CD title. It’s writing as good as any personal essay I’ve ever read. One voice—whether real or created persona, I don’t know—tells her, “There’s a price you pay for everything child, and I reckon there ain’t much in this world comin’ easy, nothin’ worth keepin’ anyway. It’s like truth. If it’s gonna stick, it’s got to carve itself into you deep and hard, like a scar.”

Song Lyrics: “Let Her Go” by Jeff Talmadge

I’ve solidly become a devoted fan of Jeff Talmadge. You can find out more about this talented musician and songwriter here. Be sure and read the reviews page. The writers quoted there are far more eloquent than I can be, but I know there’s something about his music that touches the heart the way few others can. If I can, I’m going to obtain all his music. Here is a touching song I just heard on the Americana cable station. I purchased the song from iTunes. I transcribed it from that, so if I’ve made an error in the lyrics, please let me know.

“Let Her Go” by Jeff Talmadge

It’s a puzzle,
It’s a riddle
What is always here and always gone
You’re standing at the end
But you couldn’t see the middle,
Now the shortest distance seems so long.

CHORUS:
You gotta let her go
Oh, let her (it) go
Put her smiles behind you
Put some miles behind you
Put those miles behind you
Let her go, oh, let her go

What’s the sound of
One heart beating
And if a tear falls in a forest?
Does anybody hear?
And when your dream is stolen
There’s no sleeping
You can’t hang on to
Something that’s not here

CHORUS:

SHORT BRIDGE:

There’s just one thing that last forever
She’s not coming back.

The sun still shines and the rain still falls
When you wake up tomorrow,
The wind’s still going to blow
And I know it’s true those nights can last forever
But they’ll get shorter if you’ll only let her go.

CHORUS:

Song Lyrics: “I Still Miss Someone” by Johnny Cash

I was listening to a CD of Johnny Cash, and I was reminded of this song, one I intend to add to my Americana show. Cash’s voice was one of the voices frequently heard in my house. Come to think of it, growing up I probably knew the names of more country singers than I did Presidents. Anyway, this song has always meant something to me, so I decided to post it. Several others have done good versions of it as well (Emmylou Harris for one).

“I Still Miss Someone” by Johnny Cash and Roy Cash, Jr.

At my door the leaves are falling
A cold wild wind has come
Sweethearts walk by together
And I still miss someone

I go out on a party
And look for a little fun
But I find a darkened corner
because I still miss someone

Oh, no I never got over those blues eyes
I see them everywhere
I miss those arms that held me
When all the love was there

I wonder if she’s sorry
For leavin’ what we’d begun
There’s someone for me somewhere
And I still miss someone

SATURDAY, FEB. 14, VALENTINE’S NIGHT AT THE DIXIE THEATRE! We had a grand time. Our band, Angus-Duhbghall, opened for Legacy, the award winning Irish band.  I’ve been a little behind on my posts, due to a busy schedule at the colleges, my beloved iBook dying suddenly, and practicing for the Celtic Valentine Night, but I’ll get back on task and promise to try to make some quality posts. As soon as I get some photos of the event, I’ll post them.

An Interview with Jed Marum: Celtic & Civil War Songwriter

Those who know me, know that I’ve been a fan of Jed Marum’s music for years. Fortunately, Jed agreed to an interview. I am so impressed with this talented, charismatic, passionate artist, as I hope you will be too after you read this interview. I know that songwriters can learn much from Marum. This interview may be freely printed and distributed in its entirety with acknowledgment and listing of this blog’s address, http://southernmissive.booklocker.com and of Jed Marum’s website http://www.jedmarum.com/

Ten Questions for Jed Marum: Celtic and Civil War Songwriter

1. How many songs have you written?

I have published 43 original songs. I don’t know how many I have written, certainly twice that number.

2. Is songwriting a part of your daily schedule?

I always have songs in the works. I always have ideas for songs or for collections of songs that I am working in my head. The writing part is usually quick for me – a few hours one day, a few hours the next. Most of the work is in the “fermentation” process, which is the time I work the ideas in my head.

3. I know you’re an avid reader. How does your reading affect your songwriting? What are you reading these days?

I often read now-a-days, with an eye for background on a song. I’ve been asked to write a couple of songs for a new film about the life of the Bushwackers – so I researched the subject and read two books: THE DAY DIXIE DIED by Tom and Deb Goodrich, BLACK FLAG also by Tom Goodrich – and I researched some particular detail in other histories.

I also watched a couple of the songs featured in the films, RIDE WITH THE DEVIL and BLOODY DAWN (documentary).

I liked to be “steeped” in the subject when I write. Even when I’m reading for non-writing purposes, I often find inspiring stories that make me consider writing.

As for what I’m reading; I just read LANDSCAPE TURNED RED by Stephen W. Sears and ROBERT E. LEE by Emory M. Thomas. I also read another great bio on Lee by James J Robertson Jr. call ROBERT E. LEE: Virginian Soldier, American Citizen. And I just read NARRATIVE OF THE LIFE OF FREDERICK DOUGLASS: An American Slave. I have just started CO. AYTCH by Sam R. Watkins and will read ElishaHunt Rhodes’s ALL FOR THE UNION after that.

I have a collection of favorites that I hang on to, which I keep on the bookshelf for reference and occasional rereading.

4. What songs of yours have gone over well in Ireland?

On my first album, STREETS OF FALL RIVER I recorded an Irish favorite called GRACE about the execution of one of the Easter Rebellion’s leaders. That song was the #25 most played single on Ireland’s Country music charts in 2001. My FIGHTING TIGERS OF IRELAND album and its title track have played enough in Ireland to make the charts as well, but I am unsure of just how to quantify that airplay. I do sell albums and MP3s in Ireland regularly – and most of those sales are from my two Civil War albums.

5. You’ve written some songs that have made it into the movies. Tell my readers about those songs.

My first album was licensed by Blackhawk Productions for use in a TV Series they sold to HBO and the Playboy Channel. I know the series ran on the Playboy Channel in Europe, UK, Ireland and Canada. I don’t know if it played elsewhere or if it will rerun. The series was called TRUE LIVES (you can find them on the Web, certainly at Myspace).

I licensed songs and recordings to an independent film, a documentary called BLOODY DAWN by Lone Chimney Films that ran at a series of film festivals and independent theaters and that has just been licensed by PBS to run in several of its markets later this year. That same film company has asked me to write and perform music for its next film, BLACK FLAG that is expected to begin filming late in 2009. I will produce the whole soundtrack for the film.

I also have an offer to produce the sound track for a feature called LOST WARRIOR, TIES THAT BIND (working title). This is a project by Film Services of Louisiana and Joshua International. They’ve asked me to base the sound track on my SOUL OF A WANDERER album. If this project actually gets funded and in production it will probably be a full year of my time. I have my fingers crossed!

6. When you write a song, which comes first: The words or the melody?

The rhythm. Songs for me usually develop in a bit of a fog. I’ve developed the ideas of the song, those few points I want to make – and then I have a feel for how the story wants to be told; is it bluesy? is it melancholy? is it marching? waltzing? driving? Or is it pretty? Is it told through a beautiful air? I make all those decisions before I am serious about developing a melody or setting lyrics. Now when I have all those kernels set, I sit down with my guitar and have the basic “feeling” of the song in my head – my first thought is the rhythm – then I decide on the key and the instrument (I write on banjo and guitar mostly). A melody begins to develop out that process. Sometime I purposely write to sound like something you’ve heard before … to tie the new song tightly to a known genre – and sometimes I want the melody to be entirely original sounding.

Every time I pick up an instrument I am toying with new melodic ideas. Sometimes I do develop one of those melodic phrases into a true melody and think about what kind of song it might become. So in these cases, the melodies come first. This is the way I used to write when I first started. But now when this happens, if I actually fully develop the new ideas into a full melody (with multiple parts and dynamic ideas) I often hang onto those melodies for a very long time, waiting for the appropriate story or motivation to complete the song. I have a few of these in my “quiver” right now.

7. Who are some song writers that you admire?

Robert Burns, Brian McNeill, Stan Rogers, Andy M. Stewart, all come to mind right away. There are a handful of songs that just stand out in mind as true works of genius, as well – for various reasons: SEVEN SPANISH ANGELS is a song that gives every listener a whole two-hour movie image with a simple two-verse song. What genius to tell such big rich story so simply and so beautifully. Percy French was a popular songwriter in early 19th Century Ireland who wrote such very very clever lyrics – beautiful, rich language full of Irish culture and humor. Then I look at songs like SWING LOW SWEET CHARIOT or even YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE – these are two songs that everybody respond to instantly and immediately. I can sing SWING LOW SWEET CHARIOT in a bar full of hard partiers at midnight, and they will always stop what their doing and sing along! What makes songs like that so universally loved?

8. How did you become a song writer?

I’ve always loved music. I’ve always loved singing. I never intended to be a songwriter, and in my early days as a musician, didn’t write or didn’t wrote much. Eventually I started writing songs that I wanted to hear and wanted to sing. Just a few at first – and then that increased over the years.

9. What advice would you give song writers today?

Jump in the deep end. When I decided to go back to performing music (I had stopped performing for 15 years) I decided to go back to it full-time. I gave up the day job and was forced to take my music seriously. Advice? Listen a lot to the songs and the performers that turn you on. Read, analyze your music and that of others. Just do it!

10. What was the first song you wrote?

The first song I wrote after I returned to music, (and this is the point at which I consider my music career begins) was LOOK AHEAD TOMMY – the story my great grandfather told my father about his emigration to America.

Is there anything else you’d like to add?

Music is the heart of my songwriting interest. I never set out to be a songwriter. I love music. I love to sing and I love to play guitar and banjo. The songwriting thing just sort of followed naturally in the wake of my overall music experience.

Lyrics: “Alone and Forsaken” written by Hank Williams and performed by Neko Case

I was raised with Hank Williams music playing in the background constantly. If it wasn’t his records, it was my father playing his guitar and singing the same songs. I’m sure I know by heart almost every song Hank Williams ever performed. One song I learned early in my musical life was “Alone and Forsaken.” I’ve always been a fan of Neko Case and after I read her interview by Greil Marcus in the Oxford American, I purchased her version of Hank’s song from iTunes. Marcus says of Case, “[S]he walks walks out of the rain that falls over the music as if she’s anyone’s bad conscience personified. With her own acoustic and electric guitars counting off the cadence, she seems to stand a few steps back from the curling melody, making it slow itself to accomodate her; deep in the background, you can hear thunder. Williams has given up, the life beaten out of him when he sings “Alone and Forsaken by fate and by man,” your soul can curdle, knowing that on one can reach this person, that no one can help him, that nothing will ever be better. Case sings the line with shock, indignation, full-throated, she moves through the song with a building defiance.”

Here are the lyrics to Hank’s famous song.

Alone And Forsaken  by Hank Williams
We met in the springtime
When blossoms unfold
The pastures were green and
Meadows were gold

Our love was in flower as summer grew on
A love like the leaves has withered and gone
The roses have faded
There’s frost at my door
The birds in the morning don’t sing anymore

The grass in the valley has started to die
Out in the darkness the whippets will cry

Alone and forsaken
Oh lord if you hear me then hold to my hand
Oh please understand

Where has she gone to, oh where can she be
She may have forsaken some other like me
She promised to honor, to love and obey
Each vow was a plaything that she threw away

The darkness is falling
The sky has turned gray
A hound in the distance is starting to bay

I wonder, I wonder what she’s thinking of
Forsaken, forgotten without any love

Alone and forsaken
By Fate and by man
Oh lord if you hear me then hold to my hand
Oh please understand
Oh please understand
[ I found the Alone And Forsaken Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]

Song Lyrics: “Crazy as a Loon” by John Prine

Like the making of many books (according to Ecclesiastes), there seems to be no end to the making of good songs. I discovered this song by John Prine that portrays the man in pursuit of dreams always just out of reach. If you need the chords you can go to tabcrawler or I’ll send them to you if you write me. rickeyp@bayou.com. There is a John Prine site here, and a fan site (he has a very devoted following) here.

“Crazy as a Loon” by John Prine

Back before I was a movie star
Straight off of the farm
I had a picture of another man’s wife
Tattooed on my arm
With a pack of Camel cigarettes
In the sleeve of my tee shirt
I’m headin’ out to Hollywood
Just to have my feelings hurt

That town will make you crazy
Just give it a little time
You’ll be walking ’round in circles
Down at Hollywood and Vine
You’ll be waitin’ on a phone call
At the wrong end of a broom
Yes, that town’ll make you crazy
Crazy as a loon

So, I headed down to Nashville
To become a country star
Every night you’d find me hangin’
At every honky-tonk and bar
Pretty soon I met a woman
Pretty soon she done me wrong
Pretty soon my life got sadder
Than any country song

That town will make you crazy
Just give it a little time
You’ll be walking ’round in circles
Lookin’ for that country rhyme
You’ll be waitin’ on a phone call
At the wrong end of a broom
Yea, that town’ll make you crazy
Crazy as a loon

So, I gathered up my savvy
Bought myself a business suit
I headed up to New York City
Where a man can make some loot
I got hired Monday morning
Downsized that afternoon
Overcome with grief that evening
Now I’m crazy as a loon

So I’m up here in the north woods
Just staring at a lake
Wondering just exactly how much
They think a man can take
I eat fish to pass the time away
‘Neath this blue Canadian moon
This old world has made me crazy
Crazy as a loon
Lord, this world will make you crazy
Crazy as a loon

Song Lyrics: “Plow to the End of the Row” by Adrienne Young and Will Kimbrough

I am enjoying my discovery of new Americana talent and the list of songwriters and performers that I admire is growing. Imagine my delight to encounter the voice and music of the Grammy nominated Adrienne Young performing a song with Nashville (and personal) icon, Will Kimbrough. This song is so genuine, so memory-filled, so upbeat, that I felt I had to post the lyrics today. I transcribed the song from my iTunes download, so if I missed any of the lyrics, please let me know. rickeyp@bayou.com

Adrienne Young’s site is here. Just as a teaser to pique your interest, her site says this about her: “You could not conceive of a less likely strategy for winning pop media attention — still, that’s exactly what Young achieved, from a Grammy nomination (most unusual for a debut indie release) to national radio exposure (via NPR) to numerous “best of” lists, including a “Best Country Single of the Year” citation from the Nashville Scene, third place in the Amazon.com list of “best folk recordings of the year,” and benediction from the Los Angeles Times as “the Americana find of the year.”

You can learn more about Will Kimbrough here at his website.

“Plow to the End of the Row”
by Adrienne Young and Will Kimbrough

Wake up in the morning in the moonlight grey
We got dirt to break, we got a note to pay
Gonna plow, plow to the end of the row
I’m gonna wake up in the morning and plow to the end of the row

Down to the kitchen with my feet still bare,
Children to the table, Papa say a prayer
Gonna plow, plow to the end of the row
Down to the kitchen, got to plow to the end of the row

Cornbread for breakfast, won’t ya boil the grinds
Got to cut the furrow ‘fore the sun gets high
I’m gonna plow, plow to the end of the row
Cornbread for breakfast and I plow to the end of the row

Sun just broke out over the trees
I got a aching in my back and a tremblin’ in my knes
If the mule won’t pull then the plow won’t go
If the seed don’t set, then the crop won’t grow

Chickens to the market, seven miles to town
Gotta make it home ‘fore the sun goes down
Big storm coming, I can see it in the sky
Hope it don’t rain ‘fore the clothes get dry

I got rocks in my shoes, dirt in my eyes
Working like a dog till the day I die
You got to plow, plow to the end of the row
I got rocks in my shoes when I plow to the end of the row
My baby’s waitin’ for me at the end of the day
She likes to ball the jack in the sweetest way
I’m gonna plow, plow to the end of the row
My baby’s waiting’ for me so I plow to the end of the row

Wake up in the mornin’ in the moonlight grey
We got dirt to break we got a note to pay
I’m gonna plow, plow to the end of the row
I’m gonna wake up in the mornin’ and plow to the end of the row

Song Lyrics: “Till I’m Too Old to Die Young”

WRESTLING WITH THE SENSE OF MORTALITY

Losing my brother nearly two years ago and taking care of an aging and fading father has changed me. I am keenly aware of my own mortality, of this fragile existence and I see more clearly why “death and love” (in all their forms) are said to be the two great themes of art and literature. I think this song by Kevin Welch and Kieran Kane express my own thoughts. Though I remember hearing this song performed by someone else, when I saw Kieran Kane was performing, I bought the song listed under his name on iTunes. This site says the song version I heard was written by Kevin Welch, 
John Hadley, and 
Scott Dooley with Kevin Welch, vocal, guitar; 
Kieran Kane: octave mandolin; 
Fats Kaplin, button accordion. I quickly learned this song and intend to make it a part of my own Americana music show. I’ve almost got the words memorized already.

“Till I’m Too Old to Die Young”

If life is like a candle bright
Then death must be the wind
You know you can close your window tight
And it still comes blowing in
So I will climb the highest hill
And I’ll watch the rising sun
And I pray that I won’t feel the chill
Till I’m too old to die young

Chorus:
Let me watch my children grow
To see what they become
Lord don’t let that cold wind blow
Till I’m too old to die young

I have had some real good friends
I thought would never die
But now all that I got left of them
Are these teardrops in my eyes

So if I could have one wish today
And I know it would be done
I’d say everyone could stay
Till they’re too old too die young
Repeat chorus twice

UNIVERSITY NEWS:

Last night from 5:00-6:30, along with some of my Academic Seminar students, I attended the first night in an art series, The Art of the New. This is an eight part series that will be shown every Tuesday night from 5:15- 6:15 in Coenan Room 158 (on the Delta campus north of ULM and Starbucks), beginning February 3rd. The popular art history sequel to the BBC’s Civilization series, picks up at the threshold of the 20th century. It is written and presented by Robert Hughes, art critic and senior writer for Time.

Hughes draws on a wealth of documentary materials from the archives of the BBC, including rare footage and interviews with noted artists. The range of major figures includes Henri Matisse, Pablo Picasso, le Corbusier, Max Ernst, Francis Bacon and Jackson Pollock. The program is facilitated by Delta’s very talented art teacher, Stacy Medaries.