Monthly Archives: April 2012

Blue : MyPlaylist20427


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I had a could of songs I wanted to use in a new Playlist and they both had Blue in the title – Willie Nelson’s Blue Hotel and Alexi Murdoch’s Blue Mind. Thought it might be fun to do an entire list of songs with Blue in the title. Did a little searching and deciding (no Blues, just Blue) and here’s the list I came up with.

No Mom, this doesn’t mean I’m feeling blue, and neither are most of these songs.

Song Time Artist Album
Blue on Black 5:31 Kenny Wayne Shepherd Trouble Is…
True Blue 5:02 Gary Louris Vagabonds
For You Blue 2:33 The Beatles Let It Be
My Blue Heaven 3:34 Django Reinhardt Swing in Paris
Blue Moon 2:38 Elvis Presley The Sun Sessions
Blue Hotel 3:31 Willie Nelson Songbird
Beautiful Bluebird 4:27 Neil Young Chrome Dreams II
Talkin’ Blue 4:07 Bob Marley & The Wailers Natty Dread
Way to Blue 3:12 Nick Drake Five Leaves Left
Out the Blue 3:21 John Lennon Mind Games
Bluebird 3:25 Paul McCartney & Wings Band on the Run
Tangled Up in Blue 5:43 Bob Dylan Blood on the Tracks
Blue Mind 5:44 Alexi Murdoch Time Without Consequence
Blue Deep Ocean 4:56 Ocean Colour Scene Ocean Colour Scene
Blue Guitar 6:09 Cowboy Junkies Miles from Our Home
Blue Eden 6:24 Neil Young & Crazy Horse Sleeps with Angels
Blue Sky 3:44 Patty Griffin Flaming Red
Blue Sky Mine 4:20 Midnight Oil Blue Sky Mining
18 Songs/1.2 Hours

Faces of a Nation Too


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Uganda was part of the British Empire or independent member of the Commonwealth from shortly after the source of the Nile river was discovered by John Hanning Speke and Richard Burton (no, not the actor) in the 1860s until Idi Amin’s brutal dictatorship began in 1971. In that 100 plus years the infrastructure of the country was built by the British, including the influx of a servant class from India. All of that ended in 1971 when Amin returned everything of “the Imperial British” to “the people”. As with all dictators, “the people” meant him. The country has been in decay ever since. What is left is the shell of an empire abandoned and a new dictator who has been president for the past 27 years.

But what about “the people”? It is not a question their leaders want to answer.

Why Is It?


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Why is it that what you want is never what you get?
Why is it that what happens is always different than what you expect?
Can’t you tell I want to be with you more?
And if you can how come I keep getting the door?

It’s just so hard to tell with you.
Do you love me as much as I love you?
I don’t think you do.

Why is it that we refuse to grow?
Why is that when you come I feel so low?
Can’t you tell I’m trying to love you?
Aren’t you ever going to let me know you love me, too?

Why can’t things be more open between us?
Won’t you just tell me how you feel?
It’s time we did a little talking about us.
It’s time to be honest and not conceal.

Because it’s so hard to tell with you.
Do you love me as much as I want you to?
I just can’t tell if you do.

It’s just so hard to tell with you.
Do you love me as much as I love you?
I don’t think you do.

Just a Feeling…Probably Unwarranted


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If I don’t ask how am I supposed to find out?
By osmosis?

If we don’t talk about it how can we come to an understanding?
Through telepathy?

We have fun.

We approach intimacy.

But somewhere there’s a barrier we’ll eventually have to storm.

I’m more than fond of you and I think you like me alright.
But I’m never sure and I’m afraid to ask.

I want to feel some certainty in the future.
You seem to be more concerned with now.

Now is great until it isn’t.

And how much present will the future allow?

That’s the barrier we’ll eventually have to storm.

© 2012 Wasted Space Publishing

Faces of a Nation


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Three out of four people in Uganda are under the age of thirty. It is a nation of children. What will this nation be when these children are men and women? Will poverty have crushed hope? or will faith provide it? There is joy in these young hearts, undaunted by circumstance. We must quench their longing for love with the water from which they will never thirst again. And in each small way we provide for these we unlock the possibilities of a nation of young minds in pursuit of something more.

Words Alone


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No inspiration,
but plenty of rhyming words.
No oracle calling,
but plenty of mundane words.

And as long as they rhyme,
as long as the words are there.
I’ll keep writing in search of inspiration,
even when it isn’t there.

© 2012 Wasted Space Publishing

Speed of Thought


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Triple speed in slow motion.
An abstract replay of things I can’t recall
but are hidden there
in a hide speed chase
through the labyrinth of consciousness.

On speed of light circuits.
Storing billions of bits of memory
hidden in here
in limitless spaces
that jostle to the forefront of awareness.

Like deja vu of something new.
A clean slate stamped by nothing apparent
like something I can’t see
without my knowledge
has stored eternity within its presence.

Remembered and forgotten,
Both here and gone.

Three dimensional time,
Locked inside my mind.

And there is only one plane I can see,
The rest has forsaken me.

© 2012 Wasted Space Publishing

iTexas Tour : Wildflowers


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We took our kids out a couple of weekends ago to take some pictures of them sitting amongst the Bluebonnets. It’s kind of a right of Spring around here. The Texas Department of Transportation spreads wildflower seed along the medians of the rural highways, and sometime in March they begin to bloom. What I realized though, is that the Bluebonnet may be our state flower but I’m a sucker for the Indian Paintbrush, have been since I was a kid. For me, these red and blue swatches along the road represent the red and blue of our state flag, with the bright white cottony clouds of our coastal Spring standing in for the white. I could go on and on – I just can’t get enough of the Texas countryside in the Spring. Everything goes green, a thousand different shades and vibrances of it. Then the wildflowers come out and the farms and ranches and towns down the winding country roads are awash in color. It is something spectacular and fleeting, with the long summer months waiting close ahead to wash clean the landscape with its own relentless ideas about Texas.

We See


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I try to keep telling you
about my feelings and my dreams.
But everything sounds hollow
and nothing is what it seems.

I can write about my love and loneliness.
I can write about my fears of death.
But hidden in my subconscious
is my underlying quest.

To make you feel
the way I feel.
To make you see
the things I see.
I don’t care if you disagree.
I just want you to understand me.

What I want you to find
isn’t half as important as what you feel.
But the cataracts of my mind
may run over you with random skill.

And isn’t is part of the human condition
to communicate our brightest dreams and ghastly fears?
And with just as much commitment I listen
to the highest aspirations and hidden inhibitions I hear.

Because I want to feel
the way you feel.
And I want to see
the things you see.
So even if we disagree,
you still may understand me.

© 2012 Wasted Space Publishing

Influence of Joy : MyPlaylist20410


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I originally made this playlist soon after I had taken my youngest daughter to see her first real concert – Robert Plant and the Band of Joy in The Woodlands. She loved it, and for me it was like Alt-Country Zeppelin.

There is one song from the Plant album Band of Joy and one from Patty Griffin – she was the band’s back up singer, lead singer on occasion. The rest is built around the vibe of those two songs. Enjoy.

Song Time Artist Album
All My Bridges Burning 4:52 Los Lobos Tin Can Trust
Silver Rider 6:06 Robert Plant Band of Joy
Thru These Architect’s Eyes 4:22 David Bowie Outside
All Because of You 3:39 U2 How to Dismantle the Atomic Bomb
Strange Currencies 3:53 R.E.M. Monster
Lucky Kid 4:02 Sheryl Crow C’mon C’mon
Righteously 4:42 Lucinda Williams World Without Tears
The Man Comes Around 4:42 Johnny Cash American IV: The Man Comes Around
Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town 3:16 Pearl Jam Vs.
Wake Up and Live 4:59 Bob Marley Survival
Darkness 3:13 The Police Ghost in the Machine
It All Depends 5:06 Eric Clapton Behind the Sun
The Pearl 5:02 Emmylou Harris Red Dirt Girl
Never Grow Old 3:11 Patty Griffin Downtown Church
Uncloudy Day 4:39 Willie Nelson Greatest Hits (And Some That Will Be)
I’ll Fly Away 3:58 Alison Krauss & Gillian Welch O Brother, Where Art Thou?
Angel in the Snow 2:37 Elliott Smith New Moon
No Reason to Cry 3:04 Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers Mojo
18 Songs/1.2 Hours