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Gypsy Soul
03:48
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My gypsy soul cries out to grab hold
Of the nearest long haired dancing angel
The sweet violin and the melody unfolds
My hand on her back; and we tango.
The moonlight through the window knows
The passion fire in our hearts tonight.
Your eyes shine brighter than a candle glow.
The blue light gaze, keeps me locked into site.
Chorus
Oh step in time to my gypsy soul
Oh come to me in my gypsy need
Oh drink with me my gypsy wine
Oh say you are my gypsy love.
Your lips smile as we kiss the first time
Oh yes friends can’t help but laugh out loud
Our foreheads knock, our arms do entwine
Passion isn’t smooth when love is vowed.
The last wine is poured gingerly as we lie
The moonlight reflecting your flesh is lush
All the giggles have turned to purrs and sighs
Our eyes close to the sound of the gypsy hush
by Dave Schipper © 2007 Rose Riversongs
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I heard them laughing, at the sun’s setting
Young girls giggling before the dawn of day.
Now they are sobbing on green grass a growing
The flowers of the forest are laying to rest.
Once they had futures, and love a waiting.
Fathers and Mothers, a life to enjoy.
Then came the call, a service to them all.
A noble cause written, they stood tall and proud.
I heard them laughing, at the sun’s setting
Young girls giggling before the dawn of day.
Now they are sobbing on green grass a growing
The flowers of the forest are laying to rest.
Midnight songs a playing, shots and beer flowing
Smiles all a plenty, til the night is done.
Xcept for the lady, the moon cold and lonely
Thoughts of her flower, are growing inside.
Justice for the lowly, help for the helpless.
Brothers and sisters, a hand to them all.
Now there is silence, though debate rages loudly
These flowers of the forest, victims to the gall.
I heard them laughing, at the sun’s setting
Young girls giggling before the dawn of day.
Now they are sobbing on green grass a growing
The flowers of the forest are laying to rest.
Traditional song reimagined by Dave Schipper ©2008 Rose Riversong
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3. |
St. James Infirmary
03:17
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I went down to St. James Infirmary
To see my baby there,
She was lyin' on a long white table,
So sweet, so cool, so fair.
Went up to see the doctor,
"She's very low," he said;
Went back to see my baby
Good God! She's lying there dead.
I went down to old Joe's barroom,
On the corner by the square
They were serving the drinks as usual,
And the usual crowd was there.
On my left stood old Joe McKennedy,
And his eyes were bloodshot red;
He turned to the crowd around him,
These are the words he said:
Let her go, let her go, God bless her;
Wherever she may be
She may search the wide world over
And never find a better man than me
Oh, when I die, please bury me
In my ten dollar Stetson hat;
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So my friends'll know I died standin' pat.
Get six gamblers to carry my coffin
Six chorus girls to sing me a song
Put a twenty-piece jazz band on my tail gate
To raise Hell as we go along
Now that's the end of my story
Let's have another round of booze
And if anyone should ask you just tell them
I've got the St. James Infirmary blues
Traditional
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4. |
Family Tree
01:56
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Take a little walk right back in time
Feel the wind cool the warm sunshine
Grab the hand of the one you love
Feel the love lookin from above
Just a branch in the family tree
They’re just folk like you & me
Sim’lar eyes, ears, hands & weight
We’re all linked to a common faith
Promenade to a dosey do
Family history we ought to know
Cowboy boots and petticoats
Dancin to the old timey notes
Chorus Bridge:
In a farm house out of town
Friends all meet & gather round
Once a year in mid-July
They all travel far & wide
Sing & dance and have some fun
Exactly why they always come
They all leave with memories
Branches of a family tree
© Roseriversongs 2005 David Schipper
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The story of Romeo and Juliet just ain’t true.
Lies perpetuated to give false hope to a few.
Opposites may be attracted but they aren’t destined.
In fact they are lucky to even get mentioned.
I walk these streets daily and see the races unite
The Goths aren’t the only who choose to isolate
The voice of the crowd mumbles into noisy chaos.
The thoughts of the few independent are crushed.
I go along walking to find a pocket of a chosen few.
Those young gifted talents still play in silence too.
Is this nature’s destiny, a dumbing of the culture?
Are we just dead meat on the block of the butcher?
SHOUT, SCREAM at the top of your lungs you fool.
But you won’t, because you have been schooled.
Act the part of a door knob and be turned again.
You’re where you are, and where you’re destined.
Lyrics by Dave Schipper © 2007 Rose Riversongs
Music by Kim Davidson © 2007
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6. |
Unsaid
02:39
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Your face, your eyes, you fill up my night dreams
Your words, your lies, take me to brink of screams
One day, you’ll see, there was nothing wrong with me
Til then, just breathe, the air of stupidity
Messages replayed
Chapters reread
Memories downplayed
But words can’t go….. unsaid.
That night dance floor, you said we would never part
Warm kiss drinks poured, held each other thru the dark
Then came that night, I caught you in another’s arms
Nough said, that bites, flip the bird you have such charm
Back off, you witch, did I say you are a whore?
Your loss, I’ll catch, a good woman to adore
Drink up last call, the first night of your regret
You’ll wind up small, wonderin’ where your friends all went
by Dave Schipper © 2006 Rose Riversongs
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7. |
Baptized in Blood
03:00
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Baptized in the blood of a lamb
Drowning under the weight of salt
Crushed by the power of light
And here I am, here I stand
A marked generation to fire
But today is not the same
Told stand down, never fight
In his blood I bathe, in his blood I bathe
No matter what you say, WHAT YOU SAY
No matter what you say, GAMES YOU PLAY
WHAT YOU SAY… JUST GAMES
NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY
It's all the same
For I'm drowning under the weight of salt
And I'm dying from the inside out
I won’t be you because I know
What this blood about, What this blood about
No matter what you say, I AM NOT YOU
No matter what you say, I WON’T BE YOU
WHAT YOU SAY… JUST GAMES
NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY
It's all the same
(c) 2007 Dave Schipper & Brad Beneke
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8. |
Diamonds On Her Shoes
03:03
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She’s got diamonds on her shoes, she’s paid her dues
She’s slick as a cat, and that’s a fact.
Street worn, some bed sheets torn
Call her late, it’s worth the wait
Chorus
The night is filled with souls like her
The devil has his cards laid out
It’s deuces wild, with Jacks better
Tonight the stakes might just be lights out
It’s just a sales trip, the Jack lets slip
Pocket full of cash, and his mind of ash
A night full of tricks, next day full of shit
He called her late, and it spelled his fate.
Back on the street, she does compete
She’s slick as a cat, and known for that
More diamonds on her shoes, she doesn’t lose
Call her late, and test your fate.
by Dave Schipper Rose Riversongs © 2005
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9. |
This Lady
02:55
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Dressed all in black for a job in the city
She’s a lady who knows she’s a carved beauty
It doesn’t stop her from being a warm soul
This lady knows how to smile to the boys.
And when she tells you you’re table’s ready
You’d rather say that’s ok just come back
She’ll just smile and say come along Davey
You can tease your waitress, yep it’s Beth.
It wasn’t long ago that she was a mess
With jerk and a half and little to much meth
Now she loves that face she sees in the mirror
There’s no more tears running down her long neck.
And when she tells you you’re table’s ready
You’d rather say that’s ok just come back
She’ll just smile and say come along Timmy
You can tease your waitress, yep it’s Cath.
She pats the back of the guy with table 9
Smiles to the old fart who’s got that glossy shine
Check’s her device for the next open table
And knows she’s watched more than the local cable.
And when she tells you you’re table’s ready
You’d rather say that’s ok just come back
She’ll just smile and say come along Terry
You can tease your waitress, yep it’s Jacq.
by Dave Schipper © 2007 Rose Riversongs
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10. |
California In My Mind
03:45
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Allison offers her breast for my head
I am wrapped up into the song.
Breath whispers, and a heartbeat
A song as old as the ages long.
Chorus:
California in my mind
California in my wine
Too many faces come and go
But California I love you so.
The morning begins right and slow
The gurgling coffee pot starts
Three anxious cats prowl for food
It’s just Saturday the first part.
The guitar hums it’s sad tune
There’s no chance to travel far
You’re just a thought in the afternoon.
But I’m left with this little scar.
Allison brings room service with a smile
I am wrapped up into the song.
A piano plays backgound for the miles
A song as old as the ages long.
by Dave Schipper © 2007 Rose Riversongs
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11. |
Drift Away
04:02
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White roses and a glass of zin
Take me back to where we began
A small café with a deck outdoor
With so many laughs to explore
Don’t you find it easier to drift away?
Let your mind replay a perfect day.
Would the same words be in play?
Free yourself and just drift away
Friends behind the scene wrote the plot
A chance meeting we would think not
We Both remember when we first met
It took two years to get the date set
Today the café is Taco Johns
A quick lunch with our little ones.
A few words within wild foray
And maybe a dream to drift away
by Dave Schipper © 2006 Rose Riversongs
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Phonograph Blues
04:02
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Cigarette ash bridges the gap
From this nicotine stained soul
From the lip to the thought of this…
With a gin and tonic tabled halo
Angels singing somewhere south of heaven
A cancer stick a guitar lick
Hides the lies behind my personal heroin
In time to remind you of where you’ve been
A somber tune, in the key of blue
A phonograph recollection’s score
A verse covered in years of abuse
Like similar hands covered in scars chorus
The Washburn’s a little out of tune
Transcending sin and salvation
Just a gypsy singing right along
A communion of damnation
Chorus
You never quite see what you mean
Secret thoughts once thought forgot
A man abandoned lost the dream
And the song ends without applause
But you never knew… what you meant
It was over the moment you left
Though the song still plays outloud
Haunt me from beyond your grave
Chorus
In time to remind you of where you been
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13. |
200 Left Turns
04:04
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Grab the wheel, and let’s go racin’
It’s Saturday, and I’ve started my engine
It’s the best thing you can do in dirt
Get ready for 200 left turns,
and one dang sweaty T-Shirt
Rev the engine, and pound the floorboard
Seconds are wastin’ in this old ford
There’s not a place I’d rather be
Get ready for 200 left turns,
and best dang race you’ll see.
Turn one, two, three four in a blur
Just hear those 8 cylinders purr
There’s a chump on my butt
We’re in it now 200 left turns
The dirt’s loose, eat my dust.
The jerk has spun me out
I scream some curses loud
From the dust cloud I ride
Out in search of his behind
Watch out honey, and don’t go pacin’
Racin’ is as natch to me as blinkin’
I’ve got my site set on a win tonight
I’m in it for 200 left turns,
and one dang grinding dog fight.
My friends help on my chasin
They know some bad blood is brewin
He sees me in his rear view mirror
I’ve got him in the next two turns
Just call me his cold shiver
I’m spitting his dust as the white flag flys
Every cylinder is giving it’s best try
You can see the fans stand to cheer
We just took our last left turn
And damn I’ll have to buy him a beer
Dave Schipper © 2007 Rose Riversongs ASCAP
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14. |
Julia
03:23
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The tear in the blue jeans was not just a fashion statement.
You been in them for three years as a testament.
The smile you keep showing is amazing through your sadness
It’s your heart so wide that can not be harnessed.
Julia you continue your journey on the back roads
You take the turns slow in your beat-up Saturn
Julia you continue to drive deep in my soul
You make me learn new ways for a heart to burn.
You threw out the yellowed newspaper in the back seat.
The timeless news was old hat to a love incomplete.
The fine print of tears and too much detail was shared
You pick up the pieces and start the damage repairs.
Julia you continue your journey on the back roads
You take the turns slow in your beat-up Saturn
Julia you continue to drive deep in my soul
You make me learn new ways for a heart to burn.
Toss me a line when you hit the mountains
Words can form a lifeline through the ink and pen
I’ll sit in the silence of the music and hear you just breathe
Solitude is my choice, and feelings are void of dearth
Julia you continue your journey on the back roads
You take the turns slow in your beat-up Saturn
Julia you continue to drive deep in my soul
You make me learn new ways for a heart to burn.
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15. |
Hey Mr. Tangerine Man
05:05
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Hey! Mr. Tangerine Man, place some hair on me,
I'm not sleepy, won’t you walk across my bladder.
Hey! Mr. Tangerine Man, place some hair on me,
In the early mornin’ please yowl a little louder
Though I know your evenin's venture
has returned mouse in mouth
Dropped neatly on the couch,
Left me blindly here to stand at the brink of gagging.
Your weariness amazes me,
You’re sleeping in a heep,
Baked in the sun shine heat
And your little head too dead for dreaming.
Now take this catnip for your
magic swirlin' trip,
Your senses will be slipped, your paws won't feel to grip,
Your tail will attack, daring you to be pouncing
You’re ready to go outside,
Your ready to come in
To go out, to come in, to go out and come in
And then back out again.
Chorus.
Though I see you runnin', spinnin', jumpin'
madly across the room,
It’s not away from anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
But it’s from the invisible foes your facin'.
Yes to dance beneath the human
is not against your pride
When there Kitty treats involved, or chunks of cheese not small
You think, there’s finally a use for him after all.
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16. |
Eight is Midnight
03:26
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Tim tells his sad tale to some bad scotch
Margaretville, is all Dave’s got
Paula has a 5 O’clock blonde attitude
So crank up the sound and get in the mood
Chorus
Follow the Mississippi moon shadow
Down Little Creek Road for dancing tonight
There’s a keg of the king so get down low
We’ll push back the clock, so eight is midnight
Adeline is fine for sweet cherry wine
But Sue’s on the edge cause it’s quittin time
We’ll drink Lynnie’s Lakewood Blues and be
Back to the keg king and good company
Chorus
Our Ramblin Boy stops by with a friend
With guitar in hand and songs he penned.
So turn down the sound, and grab a chair
He’ll paint you a dream and take you there
by Tim Kolek / Dave Schipper © Roseriversongs 2005
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17. |
Denim & Lace
03:45
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Seems like everythings broke, including me
Ex-wife called for her alimony.
The price of gas just hit record highs
All you can do is stand a sigh
He can’t complain about his day ahead,
his mind is wanderin off to me instead.
Come Friday it’ll be just him and me
Good food, some beer and little TV.
Chorus
Escape from the rat race,
Take a left on Chase street,
They're serving denim and lace,
At Linda's place.
They're serving denim and lace,
At Linda's place.
Linda works at the diner all day
Servin’ those with too much to say
Then it’s hurry home and get the kids fed
do the wash, and off to bed.
I don’t complain ‘bout the routine stuff
There’s more of life to really love
My sites are set to dad’s weekend
and a little time with him to spend.
Chorus
Linda and I someday will tie the knot,
When the kids see just who I am not.
We’ve got a plan to keep this love alive
Pretty nice feeling when your 45.
Love after forty is not a bad thing
Don’t let them tell you that we can’t sing
Timing is something that you can’t control
But when you find the time just grab hold.
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18. |
Blonde Attitude
03:11
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Call it a week, call it a day
Call it what you like I just want to get paid (or laid)
Tired of my job, Tired of my boss
Tired of dreamin of the hair that you toss.
Chorus
I need some music with a blonde attitude
I love to hear those words that you use
I keep a wishin for some time with you
I need some music with a blonde attitude.
Toss me a brew, toss me a life
Toss out the bill from my exwife.
Grab hold my hand, grab on your heart
Grab on tight you know just where to start
Smile and laugh, smile and relax
Smile to the gents looking from the back
Move to the left, move to the right
Move anyway, just hold me tight.
by Dave Schipper © 2005 RoseRiver Songs
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