Nancy G. Brundrett's Heartmusic Journal
 

 
Whatever strikes my fancy now and then....
 
 
   
 
Friday, July 29, 2005
 
Ballad of the Might One
By: Nancy Gottschall-age 10

A colt is born among the night
Black ebony fur is shining bright
The father is so proud, the mother gay
Just think it happened long that one day

Soon the sun out shines the night
Chill in the air, the feeling is just right
The mighty one gets up with ease
But soon falls down in the misty breeze

He tries again with his muscles bold
But soon his legs begin to fold
Wind in his mane He struggles and gets up
Looking sturdy as a new born pup

Lives in the canyons, a safe place to be
And never falling down again on his knees
With careful eyes he stoops to take a bite
Grew up fast and strong under the pale moon light

The ballad of the mighty one
Born with fury under the mountain sun
Black velvet color, a proud steed
Everyone wanted him for his beauty and his mighty speed
But he was born free, born free
No one could take that away, canít you see?

The mighty one was a true stallion to all
The mustangs would all come at his slightest call
He led them to green valleys, a place to hide
He is watching over them with his mighty pride

Soon the wranglers came and followed the tracks
Led them right to the mighty one and the mustangs backs
They caught them all, all but the mighty one
Nothing could catch his spirit, not even a gun

Black velvet eyes now have tears
Losing the mustangs was his greatest fear
Lonely as he walks under stars and the trees
An untamed heart just lays down and dies with ease

The ballad of the mighty one
Born with fury under the mountain sun
Black velvet color, a proud steed
Everyone wanted him for his beauty and his mighty speed
But he was born free, born free
No one could take that away, canít you see?

Sometimes in the lonesome western sky
I see the mighty one in the clouds if I try
Sometimes when my spirit takes flight
I hear the horse whispering in the dead of the night
Born free, Iím born free
No one can take that from me

Here is a link so you can hear my song from my poem I wrote about horses when I was about 10 yrs. old.

Just click play to hear the song if you would like to.

http://www.acidplanet.com/artist.asp?PID=599656&t=969

Monday, July 25, 2005
 
Blackbird Singing

A poem from Paul McCartney's book of poems and lyrics

I found this one interesting because he rarely speaks of God. This poem is about his wife, Linda, that passed away.

NOVA
(from A Garland For Linda)

Are you there?
God where are you?

Are You hiding in Your heaven?
Or beneath Your deepest sea?
Was there something in our past imperfect?
Is it something that we should have known?

Are You there?
God where are You?

Are You hiding God?
Are You hiding in the rain?
Are You hiding?
Are You there?

I am here...

I am here in every song you sing
In the winds of a rising lark
Through the darkness to the morning light.
I am present in everything.

I am here as first a new born babe
Opens eyes on the universe.

I am here
I am here now.
I am with You.

I am here as every flake of snow
Washes white on the countryside.
As each green blade stretches for the sun.
I am here watching over them.

I am here as first a new born babe
Opens eyes on the universe.
With each step I'll be the arm that guides
Now and then till the end of time.

Amen

Monday, July 18, 2005
 
To all my close and far friends that just do not understand me, here are some words for you.

Lyrics by Bob Dylan

I ain't lookin' to compete with you,
Beat or cheat or mistreat you,
Simplify you, classify you
,Deny, defy or crucify you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

No, and I ain't lookin' to fight with you,
Frighten you or uptighten you,
Drag you down or drain you down,
Chain you down or bring you down.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I ain't lookin' to block you up
Shock or knock or lock you up,
Analyze you, categorize you,
Finalize you or advertise you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I don't want to straight-face you,
Race or chase you, track or trace you,
Or disgrace you or displace you,
Or define you or confine you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I don't want to meet your kin,
Make you spin or do you in,
Or select you or dissect you,
Or inspect you or reject you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I don't want to fake you out,
Take or shake or forsake you out,
I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me,
See like me or be like me.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

Sunday, July 10, 2005
 
ďI hate a song that makes you think that youíre not any good
I hate a song that makes you think that youíre just born to lose
Bound to lose
No good to nobody
No good for nothiní
Because youíre either too old or too young
Or too fat or too slim
Or too ugly or too this or too that
I hate songs that run you down
Songs that poke fun at you on account of your bad luck or your hard traveliní
Iím out to fight those kinds of songs to my very last breath of air
And my last drop of blood.Ē

ó Woody Guthrie
****************************
 
Bebo Norman - Sons And Daughters

Tonight I dreamed that I could not catch my breath
Tonight I dreamed that you were gone
And I could feel the ocean pound against my chest
In this world on my own
This frozen world...alone
But if you must go away
WOuld you find no words to say
Would you steal my heart away
Please don't go, but I know along this way
We've seen the miracles
And the long road
And the breath that blows across the water
We've seen the last line
Of a failing time
But these friends of mine are sons and daughters
Sons and daughters
Underneath a clouded sky we found a home
The mountains rising from the sea
And the falling rain washed us clean and healed our souls
The waters rise but then they fall
I close my eyes, and our summer's gone
And now you must go away
And should you find no words to say
And should you steal my heart away
I would let it go, because I know along this way

Friday, July 08, 2005
 
Jesus In Me

Sing of my love for Jesus every morning when I rise
Iím so thankful he opened up my blinded eyes
If it were not for your mercy and grace
Wouldnít know how to seek your face

Your voice is upon the land and the sea
Your words of truth are written inside of me
When I find myself in a valley full of tears
Thatís when you come, hold me and calm my fears

I want the world to see the Jesus in me
Walking through my life with all I should be
Lord, help them to see
How you set me free
Help them to see
The Jesus in me

When I have a friend, a friend in need
May there be a reflection of Godís speed
Quick to ease all misery and pain
So climb on board this gospel train

How could I ever know or see
The depth of your love, your love for me
When the dark clouds billow and roll
You come and cover my soul

I want the world to see the Jesus in me
Walking through my life with all I should be
Lord, help them to see
How you set me free
Help them to see

The Jesus in me

Thereís a gospel train coming, coming around the bend
Take a leap of faith now jump on in
It will take you to the Fatherís place
Hope you seen Jesus written on my face

I got Jesus in me
I got JesusÖ.
In me
I got Jesus in me

Monday, July 04, 2005
 
Night Ride Home

Words by: Joni Mitchell

Once in a while
In a big blue moon
There comes a night like this
Like some surrealist
Invented this 4th of july
Night ride home

Hula girls
And caterpillar tractors in the sand
The ukulele man
The fireworks
This 4th of july
Night ride home

I love the man beside me
We love the open road
No phones till friday
Far from the overkill
Far from the overload
Back at the bar
The band tears down
But out here in the headlight beams
The silver powerlines
GleamOn this 4th of july
Night ride home

Round the curve
And a big dark horse
Red taillights on his hide
Is keeping right alongside
Rev for stride
4th of july
Night ride home

I love the man beside me
We love the open road
No phones till friday
Far from the undertow
Far from the overload
Once in awhile
In a big blue moon
There comes a night like this
Like some surrealist
Invented this 4th of july
Night ride home

*I was thinking about important songs with the words "4th of July" in them. Joni Mitchell is extraordinary to me. Of all my favorite bands and artists I would love to see perform, Joni Mitchell is the only one I have not seen live. I have seen the Who in 1971 do the whole rock opera "Tommy", Led Zepplin, Paul McCartney, Bob Dylan, Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, Crazy Horse, Grateful Dead, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Blues Image, Johhny Rivers, Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, Arlo Guthrie, The Rolling Stones, Pink Floyd, Wings, Dan Fogelberg, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Eric Clapton, Tom Petty, Jackson Browne, Santana, Peter Frampton, Mountain, Black Sabbath, Shawn Phillips, New Riders of the Purple Sage, Jerry Jeff Walker, Joe Ely, Asleep at the Wheel, Michael Martin Murphey, Poco, Kenny Loggins and Jim Missina, Three Dog Night,
Emmy Lou Harris, Shawn Colvin, Shawn Mullins, Susan Gibson, Teri Hendrix, Katerine Dawn,
Bonnie Riatt, Johnny Bush, Augie Meyers, Jars of Clay, Jennifer Knapp, Bebo Norman, The Animals, Bonnie Delaney and Friends, BB King, Kenny Rogers, Roger Miller, George Strait, Loving Spoonful, Young Rascals, Jefferson Airplane, meet Ken Kesey, Moody Blues, Charley Pride, Mo Bandy (lol), Jimmy Vaughn, Sly and the Family Stone, Steppen Wolf, Steve Miller, Jethro Tull, Glen Campbell, James Taylor, Chicago, Dr. John, BJ Stevens, Beachboys, Willie Nelson, Todd Rundgren, Roger McGuinn, John Denver, Los Lonely Boys, Cross Canadian Ragweed and Iron Butterfly. (These are the ones I remember lol) They say if you can remember the 60's you were not there!

I sure got off the track... I just love retroflective music memories!

HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY TO ALL.

Blessings to you,

Nancy G
www.nancy-heartmusic.com

 

 
   
  This page is powered by Blogger, the easy way to update your web site.
 

Back to Nancy's Homepage   |  Archives