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Daddy Treetopss

Even More Glad Tidings from Larry: SLIP AWAY is at number 1 for the second week! Check it out here: http://www.indieworldcountry.com Deck the halls! Glad tidings from Larry Hosford: BIG NEWS!  The song "Slip Away" from Lacy J. Dalton’s CD "The Last Wild Place" has recently been licensed for use in the upcoming film called "Raising the Dead" starring Alison Eastwood (Clint Eastwood’s daughter). The film centers on a restaurant manager (Alison Eastwood) whose reunion with her siblings at their father's funeral brings out a dark secret. "Slip Away" will be featured in a scene where Eastwood’s character is driving down the freeway listening to the radio. "Slip Away" continues to be the sleeper hit on the album and is now in the Top 10 of the Indie World Country Top 40 chart:IndieWorldCountry.com.”  This is news because "Slip Away" is a tune co-written by Larry Hosford and a fella named John Fitzgerald.  Lyrics below and check out Larry’s picture on the Musicians page of my website: http://www.barbarabuckland.com/musicians.html.  You might see someone there you are.  I had such a cool time w/Larry in Aptos, CA in late September.  Another example of answering "What if."

For those who are new to this list and may not know, Larry Hosford is an Alt-Country songwriter from Salinas, CA.  He is a big hero of mine and I recently found him on the Internet.  Then, through a series of events I found myself driving a car to California in late September (instead of flying as I had planned), had the foresight to bring every girls’ best friend, a mini disc recorder with me, emails were exchanged, and I got to hang out w/Larry and his band, friends, and assorted characters in Aptos, CA.  Aptos is near Santa Cruz.  Got over three hours of recordings.  Larry is a MAJOR talent.  HUGE. Slip Away – Sung By Lacy J. Dalton -- “Last Wild Place” http://www.lacyjdalton.com/Home.htm http://www.lacyjdalton.com/The-Last-Wild-Place-Songs.htm - mp3 demo only http://www.lacyjdalton.com/Slip-Away.htm Written by Larry Hosford and John Fitzgerald

PK Dwyer played the Hopvine Monday.  He told me that “Vintage Guitar” Magazine did an interview with him for its November 1, 2004 issue.  Check it out on PK’s site:  .  PK is always doing something different!  I booked him into the Hopvine w/Daddy Treetops for late February.  Exact date doesn’t get any later in February, in fact.
The annual Grammy meeting was great.  Technology will be a featured topic at a soon-to-be-announced seminar.  Check the website:  Grammy.com
 
Steve Turnidge was present.  Steve is the founder of  Weed Files, an alternative distribution network that is fast becoming mainstream.  Growing like a… I had suggested to the Weedshare ahoo Group w while back that T-shirts would be nice (made out of hemp) and Steve says they’re on the way.  I want mine to be long sleeve.  Here’s a great interview with Steve.

All For You

© 2005 Barbara Buckland

Climb a mountain, swim the sea Build a guitar just for me
Sing a sweet song - you know the kind
Something easy on the mind

1st Chorus:
And let the days of sweet deception melt away like winter snow
Life is born on springtime meadows where glories and wild roses grow
Sing a song of jubilation giving thanks where it's due
Springtime meadows, precious flowers - all for you.

Verse:
Now it's springtime new life is here
Laughter and music fills the air
It's just the kind of day I'd like to share
And I look around and see that you are there.

2nd Chorus:
And let the days of sweet deception melt away like winter
Life is born on springtime meadows where stories and wild suposes grow
Sing a song of jubilation giving thanks where it's due
Springtime meadows, precious hours, all for you

Verse:
Our lives are always young, time takes us riding
You might never be back here at my side
Still there are paths to us so easy to find
It's a feeling growing easy on the mind.

Repeat 1st Chorus

 
-- In the Starlight  © 1989 Barbara Buckland --
 
He said, “Promise me we’ll always be wild.”
She looked into his eyes and smiled
But it was hard to see why in the starlight.
She said, “Come and take a walk with me
There’s something I’d like you to see
And it’s beautiful tonight in the starlight
 
They set out for a walk downtown
Christmas lights up downtown
Shoppers in a rush to catch the holiday sales
In front of an expensive store
Close to its welcoming doors
Well-dressed women panhandling to “Save the Whales.”
And after each donation they give thanks
Charity you can take to the bank
Children put dollar bills on the table…
 
Further back in a doorway
Out of the wind and out of the way
The war’s left him without a leg to stand on
No one will even pause
They need a less threatening cause
His empty beggar’s combat hat seems abandoned.
The women work the crowd
Laws prevent the man from soliciting out loud
So his begging sign goes unread
Though by the light of the lamp overhead it said
No money, no home, no job, no food:  I’m a veteran; I’m disabled.”
The women talk of their coffers grown
The man fades into the night alone
The moon chisels his face to stone
It’s the same light playing catch
Making the metal from his medals match
The silver streaks streaming down his cheeks
But the tragedy’s lost just like so many things are in the starlight.
 
They put a five in his hat and moved on
Aware of dignity eclipse and then gone
He said, “is compassion free does it carry a toll?”
Poverty isn’t a crime
Being poor is like doing time
The days stretch on with no hope for parole
A cell of despair imprisons a soul
It’s a question of respect
And one of neglect
It’s cut crystal clear in the starlight
What is need and what is greed
World far from pure
When the human lines blur
What we give what we endure
Cause and cure
Between you and me
It’s not that hard to see
But there’s no black and white
Only gray in the starlight.

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-- Excerpt from a nightmare --
Awakening me
Easter Sunday Morning,
4-11-2004
I was talking with a friend
Which one
I could not see
The sky
Dark and turbulent
I looked above
A public transportation bus
Hurtling through space
Sideways
How high
I could not tell

Faces in the windows visible
Faintly
Features obscured by distance
Their trinkets and life pursuits
Values
Loved ones
Meaningless to them now
Or of utmost importance
Which
I could not know

I looked down and to my left
A
Huge
Funnel cloud
Rife with chaos
Malevolent
Blackening the sky
Hurling debris
Fast our way
I screamed to my friend
"Look
Run..."

Suddenly

I was in that tree
The one I love so much in Discovery Park
The one that helps me
Stay grounded
Make life-altering decisions
Weather personal storms

Crouched in its crook
Hanging on for life
Huddling
Clinging with all my strength

Again

Seeking its protection
Soaking and wind-torn
Shaken and frozen
Broken-hearted in the destruction
Terrified by the howl
The scream

The tornado
Twisted back and forth
Ripping

A swath of devastation
Crisscrossing
Seeking every side
Behind it

A path of despair

Yet it spared me
And
Somehow
I knew
My friends

For now
For Katie.  This was our first Thanksgiving without her
She died Mother's Day, 2004, but stayed with us
until the following Thursday.  We're grateful for that.
There were twelve of us with her when she left;
she touched countless more. I'm grateful for the time we had
in California last February.  We love and miss her. 

Where I Landed in My Dream
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-- Blue Skies © 1998 Eva Tree --
 
The night was dark, there were no stars shining
Lightning struck and it found me here
I was so fearful I thought I was dying,
And it brought me to my knees
 
The rain poured down like rivers flowing
I dug my hands into the earth
With mud and leaves and water on me
I stumbled on a buried belief
 
Blue skies blue skies
Blue skies Blue
Heart of love, heart of joy
Turn all my grey skies to blue
 
Yes I was changed by the weather
I was washed clean by the eagle’s feather
And there’s no language, no words to tell you
How it turned all my grey skies to blue
 
So take of your skin and let the light shine in
Be the eyes of a child looking out from within
And don’t waste your time, don’t waste your heart
Don’t bruise your heels running in the dark
 
Blue skies blue skies
Blue skies Blue
Heart of darkness heart of fear
I won’t I won’t choose you
‘cus I can feel it
 
Blue skies blue skies
Blue skies Blue
Heart of love, heart of joy
Turn all my grey skies to blue
 
Turn all my grey skies to blue
Turn all my grey skies to blue

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From the gypsy in my heart - and I am a gypsy - to the gypsy
in your soul: let us set our spirits free.

As Ralph McTell says, "Let the gypsy dance."
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Hopvine information will still come out on Fridays. Information regarding the December 19 fundraiser for Northwest Harvest and Night of Song for World Harmony at Conor Byrne will post on my Events page.  Should be a blast!
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In the race against time and in the quest for meaning be good to everyone an be good to yourself.  Give yourself the gift of answering, "what if?" whenever you can.  Stay open.  You can.
 
See you now.
Take Care, Barbara

Beyond the fireworks of your smoky eyes
I am drinking the life of the hours
If I had a God like yours, I would say
I am with God but I am alone
I am with you but we are alone
Just two of the many
Sleepless dreamers

I’m on a lonely beach after sunset
Feeling the cold carpet of the wind
If I had a God like yours, I would say
I am lost in time just like a devil
Even the angels suffer the same
Still your voice makes its echo in the waves
Sleepless dreamers

Throwing stones into the sea
As if they were coins to buy back paradise lost
If I had a God like yours, I would say
Tomorrow will be the same
Tomorrow will be the same
For all of the ones like us
Sleepless dreamers

I am crossing with no glory
This finishing line of madness
If I had a God like yours, I would say
It is too sad Let’s follow the fog
What was I expecting on a river like this
Rolling head first into the abyss
With all the sleepless dreamers

Are you still here? Am I alone?
On this last dead of the day of hope
If I had a God like yours, I would say
Tomorrow will be the same
Tomorrow will be the same
Tomorrow nothing will be the same
For the sleepless dreamers

Here is the link to listen to "Sleepless Dreamers:"
http://www.myspace.com/billwhitemusic