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Nothing But a Miracle
03:52
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Nothin’ But a Miracle Lyrics : Barbara Bald and Chris George, Music , Chris George
Strolling down the dirt road with a song in my head
Come up to the crossing of the old creek bed
Hear the distant voices of coyotes’ howl
See the silent shadow of the great horned owl
I’ve been by the river skippin’ stones,
wantin’ and a waitin’ for some time alone.
Can’t imagine nothin’ better than this,
just another day that can’t be missed.
(Chorus)
Turtles are a baskin’ on the logs
Watching for the tadpoles to turn into frogs
Can’t say that I noticed all this before
Nature’s invitation right outside my door
Cows, they are a’grazin in the field,
chewin’ and a’blinkin’ at a sun-kissed meal.
Hawks, they are a soarin’ high above,
driftin’ on the thermals and stirrin’ up love.
(chorus)
Fish, they are a’leapin’ in the brook.
If I weren’t so lazy, I’d bait my hook.
How’d I get so lucky to have this day,
nothin’ but a miracle is what I say.
Chorus:
"Join me by the river as the day nods to the night"
“Listen for the loon call at the dimming of the light”
"Laugh and sing a joyful tune of life's undying beat"
"Take my hand and dance with me as all my cares retreat".
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2. |
Ice Cream
03:11
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Ice Cream by Chris George
Give me that fudge, Give me those nuts,
Give me that cream with the cherry on top,
Eat it after dinner, eat it for a treat,
Eat it for a snack when the girl scouts meet
Hagen Daz and Ben and Jerry’s
Edy’s, Hood’s and Brigham’s too
Dairy Queen and Baskin Robbins,
Turkey Hill and Bonnie Doon
Blend it in a frappe, Mix it in a float,
Add a split banana, make an ice cream boat
Put it in a cone, put it in a cup,
Put it in my mouth, with jimmies on top
Rocky Road and Butter Almond
Mocha Chip and Oreo
Tutti Frutti, Chocolate Walnut
Coffee, Peach and Cookie Dough
Ice Cream; So many flavors
Ice Cream; Getting’ me some
Ice Cream; Do me a favor,
Get me three scoops before my day is done
Get me three scoops before my day is done
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3. |
Fear of Drowning
03:27
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Fear of Drowning: Chris George
When I was a kid, I was afraid of drowning
I was afraid that I would run out of air
I’d dream at night about my submarine
Crashing out in the deep water somewhere
I lived my life next to the ocean deep
I traveled overseas in boats
I swam across the channel to the far off islands
And I hung out by the coast
So why hang out with the grim reaper
Why live with worry nipping at your heels,
There is something mesmerizing in the face of one’s fear
That makes this life a little more real.
I’d push off in my kayak towards a big fog bank
Relying on my compass to get through
If my calculations were a little bit off
I’d be in big trouble , I’d be screwed
So now I travel solo on the deep blue sea
I paddle through the crashing waves
Facing present danger makes me feel alive
Facing my fears is how I misbehave.
Repeat Chorus:
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4. |
Going Home
03:04
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I’m Going Home
I’m going home, I’m gonna meet my maker
I’m going home, still got time
I’m going home, don’t call the undertaker
Still got some things to do before I cross the line
I’ve got nothing, I’m saving up my money for
I’ve got nothing, more to give away
Ain’t no fun, hanging round and keeping score
Maybe I’ll get to heaven as a stowaway
I’m going down, a little more each day
I’m going down, rage against the night
I’m going down, no time to plot my getaway
I’m going to fight against the fading of the light
No need to worry, we’re gonna make the journey
No need to worry , it’’ll set you free
No need to hurry, don’t need to be a nominee
The home I’m goin’ has a place for refugees
I ain’t saying it’s gonna be a cakewalk
Ain’t saying , I’ve got no doubts,
I’m just saying, there won’t be any double talk
No smoke and mirrors and no one copping out
I ain’t worried bout a little brimstone
I ain’t worried, bout a little fire
I’m going to write, write it on my tombstone
I’m going to heaven , going to join the holy choir
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5. |
Homeless Blues
04:41
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Homeless Blues Chris George
(Verse 1 and 2 )
I went walking down Russell Street, listening to the sound of my shuffling feet
I had no dinner, I had no dough, Maybe catch a ride to the bus depot
It’s been two days since I ate a meal, I’ve lost my steam , I feel surreal
My mind’s been blurry, not so sharp these days, I keep having’ dreams about big buffets
(Chorus)
Have you got some alms for the poor, am I so easy to ignore
Do you greet me with goodwill, I’ve got a story that I tell, but the truth is sadder still
(Verse 3 and 4)
I showed promise as a kid, made mom proud with what I did
Three tours later, I’m not so sure, I’ve lost all sense of being secure
Life’s been tough since coming home, I drink too much and I’m all alone
Losing jobs and killing time, friends now lost that once were mine
Have you got some spare loose change? You look at me like I’m deranged
Do you greet me with goodwill? I’ve got a story that I tell , but the truth is sadder still.
(Verse 5 and 6)
Where will I go to sleep tonight? South street bridge or the graveyard site
The weather’s changing for the worse, maybe try to get in at the church
I bunked with Jimmy at the aqueduct, we shared a bottle of two buck chuck
He snored real bad but the rain was worse, It looks like I’ve been double cursed
(Chorus 2)
Have you got some spare loose change? You look at me like I’m deranged
Do you greet me with goodwill? I’ve got a story that I tell , but the truth is sadder still.
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Take Me Back to Louisian Chris George
G D
When I was a little Girl, I Danced the Streets of New Orleans
D G
I played my games with kings and queens , And built my castles High,
I’d promenade down Basin Street, The Music never seemed to stop ,
The ships all moored down by the dock, The beignets tasting sweet,
(chorus)
Oh take me back to Louisian The place where I was born and raised
The place where all of this began, The place where I still feel embraced
We two-stepped down by Bertha’s Place And sang the songs of Dixieland,
We hung out by the old band stand And dined on Jambalaya
I dressed one year as Queen Marie We pranced and sang for Mardi Gras
You could hear the bands in Arkansas We stayed out all night long
(chorus)
I’d sashay down by the Saturn Bar My friends they all looked out for me
We strayed beneath the fleur de lis, I wore my new red shoes.
The days just seemed like fairy tales Easter Time and Halloween
Fireworks and Gumbo Queens, My world was make believe
(Chorus)
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7. |
Black Dress
03:39
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Black Dress. By Chris George
She wore a black dress With turquoise earrings and those sparkling eyes
I felt like such a mess Could barely say my name, I felt hypnotized
She seemed so self-assured Like the world could end tomorrow and she would still carry on
I felt so uninsured Like a knight in tinfoil before a battle at dawn
I gathered my emotions and stepped outside, I took a deep breath and tried to take it in stride
Girl I’ve got you in my head and I don’t know what to do
My mind is racing , I’m mesmerized and all I see is you
I ambled back inside, I asked her to dance and we strolled on the floor
She seemed preoccupied, Like she couldn’t quite remember what she came here for
And then a slow song played, Johnny Mathis crooned,I put my hand on her waist
Mars was in retrograde, and the look in her eyes said my hope was misplaced
I knew it wasn’t meant to be, I tried not to care, Dancing cheek to cheek with her perfume in the air
“Girl I’ve got you….” (chorus)
We walked back to her chair, She looked down on the ground, I thanked her for the dance
My pride in disrepair, I wondered if I’d ever even had a chance.
“I knew it wasn’t meant to be….” (Chorus)
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8. |
The Blessing Way
04:09
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The Blessing Way. By Chris George
It was the first night of the Blessing Way
Her brothers drove from Guadalupe
She came back home to say good-bye for now
She came back home to slip away
She’d joined the army with her oldest friend
Was bound for travel overseas
She came back home to taste the sweet embrace
She knew there were no guarantees
Now bless this one who is sung over
Oh , Bless this one, we ask today
Carry this soul across the river
And bring her home in health we pray
Tonight the family came together
To Mark the sacred blessing way,
The healer knew the ceremony
He knew the songs and what to say
He’d helped his father cross the four winds home
He sang the songs of healing grace
He left his presence in each mud brick home
He left each Hogan, sacred space
He placed the necklace around his shoulders
He placed the kerchief round his brow
He turned to sing the song of ages
He turned to sing the song of blessings now
He used the pollen for abundance
He used the drum to open doors
He used the cornmeal for renewal
He danced and swayed across the floor
He placed the larkspur on the buckskin
He shook his rattle through the night
He drummed his way across the river
He sang the songs to reunite
Now bless this one who is sung over
Oh , Bless this one, we ask today
Carry this soul across the river
And bring her home in health we pray
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9. |
Some Other Day
03:05
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Some other day Chris George
I’m Tired of playin’ the loser
Gonna break out of here
I’m going to leave this town
There won’t be no returning
Gonna use high gear
Won’t even make a sound
I thought of comin’ round to say goodbye to you
But we both know how that would play
The thought of turnin’ round and seein’ your sweet face
With talk about some other time some other day, some other day
When daylight turns to midnight
Won’t be round this town
Won’t even leave my name
The only way you’ll find me
Is to hunt me down
Won’t even look the same
It ain’t the pain of knowin’ that you won’t return
I always knew that I’d survive
When the final piece of the puzzle fits
It’s time to chase that rainbow and try to revive
The greyhound leaves at sundown
Driver don’t be late
I’m headin’ west tonight
Don’t use that brake foot heavy
I won’t have to wait
Who know what comes with light
Don’t feel like hangin’ onto this loneliness
I’d give it all up for free
It ain’t that leaving’s going to cure this holy mess
It’s just that when I’m moving I don’t think about me.
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10. |
Dreams of Freedom
03:31
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11. |
Fountain of Youth
03:00
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Fountain of Youth Author: Chris George
“I’m going to protest growing old Slowing down and feeling cold
Achy bones and achy back Hard of hearing and heart attacks
No more wrinkles, no more creams, no more loss of self-esteem
I’m going to boycott Geritol Beta blockers and Tylenol
Doctor Visits, and MRI’s I’d trade them all to rejuvenize
No more aging, no more shots, no more pain and no skin spots
We’re going to rise up in one voice We want solutions, we want choice
The golden years have lost their luster
It’s beginning to feel a bit like Custer”
No shrinking brain and no more falls No more body part recalls
We’re out to find the fountain of youth We’ll carry signs and speak the truth
Our numbers growing more each day One goal , one song, down with decay
No more aging, no more shots, no more pain and no skin spots
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12. |
Ballad of Sonny Ramone
04:52
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Ballad of Sonny Ramone. By Chris George
Can I shelter with you, I’m on the road, I’m in trouble too,
They got some mean men coming, got some hurting overdue.
They called him Sonny Ramone, a fighter from birth, father unknown
He had a mean left jab that could cut to the bone
He was a small draw, shorter than most, light on his feet,
He had a powder keg temper that was blood red heat
He had big dreams, Hollywood big, larger than life
He wanted girls on the side and a trophy wife
Chorus:
Oh Sonny, What you gonna do? Oh Sonny, What you gonna do?
Oh Sonny, what you gonna do?
He was tough in the ring, knocked out a few, good footwork too,
But he was going nowhere, And soon it’d all fall through,
So when the fixer called, No questions he asked, No need to decline
It was a shot at the title, Maybe this was his sign
Take a dive in the third, make it look real, that was their deal
The money’d be waiting, he wouldn’t get killed
So this was his chance, He’d give it a run, he’d only have one
What could they do if he’s the man who won.
Oh Sonny, What you gonna do?
Oh Sonny, what you gonna do?
Oh Sonny, What you gonna do?
Fight Day came, he got in the ring, A chance to be king
His mean left jab was the final swing.
Judges called it a draw , took points away, called it a day,
So in the end the boys had the final say
Now Sonny left town, just disappeared, nothing left here,
He’s still waiting for the time when he wakes up with no fear.
Can I Shelter with you, I’m on the road and I’m in trouble too,
They got some mean men coming, got some hurting overdue.
Refrain:
Oh Sonny, What you gonna do?
Oh Sonny , What you gonna do?
Oh Sonny , What you gonna do?
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Chris George Portsmouth, New Hampshire
Chris is releasing his thrid cd of original music in the spring of 2022. His broad musical background is reflected in the mix of folk, blues, and Americana that have influenced his musical releases. He is active playing in farmers’ markets, drinking establishments, coffee houses, and festivals. ... more
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