We Were the Future

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Song Of The Month/July 2015

June 29, 2015
michael

Leaving_Athens

 

VICTORIA-STREET     

 

He said he’d be there for you.  He said there’d be nothing he wouldn’t do.

Now you’re by yourself. You’ve seen it through.

The whole world goes by. There’s only you. There’s only you.

Remember the day that the sun lit your way on Victoria Street.

Heaven looked down and dropped grace at your feet on Victoria Street.

Good girls don’t go where you have been. The voice in your head, it says awful things.

You feel a quickening in the air.  How can the dream inside now be out there now be out there?

Remember the day that the sun lit your way on Victoria Street.

Heaven looked down and dropped grace at your feet on Victoria Street.

Your life. Their lives. A passing streetcar rings.

You are struck by the glory of such things.

The nurse said go home to bed and rest awhile.

Then you stood up and she got your coat as if you were the child.

Someday you’ll hold one of your own

and all the details of this day will return.

Remember the day that the sun lit your way on Victoria Street.

Remember the way that you felt so unmade on Victoria Street.

Remember the day that the sun lit your way on Victoria Street.

Remember the way that you felt so unmade on Victoria Street.

On Victoria Street.  Victoria Street…

(drums by Ron Heigelsberger, everything else performed by Rick, mixed and mastered by Doug Blais)

 

Song of The Month/June 2015

May 29, 2015
michael

Gutenberg_Galaxy

 

Sometimes school can seem like four walls closing in.  But if we’re lucky, we get a teacher who points to the sky and says “jump”!  Rick and I had one or two exceptional teachers who helped us see a world bigger than the one directly in front of us.  This song’s for them.  

 

MR.-SCOTT     

 

Mr. Scott has a garden, the best on the street, puts all the others to shame.

Mr. Scott has a style uniquely his own, always cool on a summer’s day.

Mr. Scott teaches music in the public school, trumpet, flute and oboe.

Lives in the house across the street from me, all alone with his piano.

Oh, Mr. Scott, Amadeus all through the evening and knowing what you are reminds us of what we can be, reminds us of what we can be.

At my school, we follow the usual rules: the jocks beat up the stoners.

But when we take the stage with Mr. Scott, it’s the music alone that owns us.

Oh, Mr. Scott, Amadeus all through the evening and knowing what you are reminds us of what we can be, reminds us…

Now people say things about Mr. Scott, exactly what you’d expect.

But when his door closes, all I can hear is the magic when the notes connect.

Mr. Scott has a garden, the best on the street, puts all the others to shame.

Mr. Scott has a style uniquely his own, always cool on a summer’s day.

Oh, Mr. Scott, Amadeus all through the evening and knowing what you are reminds us of what we can be, reminds us of what we can be.

(Jim MacDonald: keyboards, Ron Fathers: bass, additional vocals, Ron Heigelsberger: drums, additional vocals, mixed and mastered by Doug Blais)