Rise Up Singing Project

R.U.S. Vloggin 1

2012-01-19T00:27:00.000-08:00

As suggested, vloggin my face off after work.
No guitar for a while, so at others' request (I swear) I'm just talking...which is mostly what I do anyway, let's be honest, so no big change there.

Broken Wrist (Update, No Song)

2012-01-18T12:55:00.000-08:00

Circle of the Sun

2011-12-20T12:57:00.000-08:00

A song by Sally Rogers
Rise Up Singing chapter: Home and Family, p.107

C - - - / CF C G C ://
C - - - / F C F G / C G C - / CF C G C

Babies are born in a circle of the sun
Circle of the sun on their birthing day (repeat)

When I was a Fair Maid

2011-12-19T12:59:00.000-08:00

Traditional, Bristish Isles
Rise Up Singing chapter: Seas and Sailors, p.207

G - C - / D - - - / G D G D / C G D G
D - G D / C G D G
When I was a fair maid about 17
I enlisted* in the navy for to serve the queen
I enlisted* in the navy a sailor lad to stand
For to hear the cannons rattling and the music so grand
And the music so grand (2x)
For to hear the cannons rattling and the music so grand

*Pronounce: 'listed

Well the officer that elisted* me was a tall and handsome man...

When New York Was Irish

2011-03-07T13:05:00.000-08:00

Words and music by Terence Winch
A bonus to the Rise Up Singing Project. This isn't in Rise Up Singing, but it's a nice one to sing nevertheless.

Erratum: A Tree Grows in Brooklyn was not set 150 years ago. I may have implied that. It's set in the first 20 years of the 20th century. Whatevs.

Verses: G - - D / G Em C D D7 / 1st / G Em CD7 G
Chorus: G - C D / G Em C Am D7 / G Em C D / G Em CD7 G

I'll sing you a song of days long ago
when the people from Galway and the County Mayo
And all over Ireland came over to stay
And take up a new life in Americay

CHORUS:
They were ever so happy, they were ever so sad
To grow old in the new world through good times and bad
All the parties and weddings, the ceilis and wakes
When New York was Irish, full of joys and heartbreaks / heartaches

We worked on the subways, we ran the saloons
We built all the bridges, we played all the tunes
We put out the fires and controlled City Hall
We started with nothing and wound up with it all

You could travel from Kingsbridge to Queens or midtown
from Highbridge to Bay Ridge, from uptown to down
from the East Side to the seaside those sweet summer scenes
We made New York City our island of dreams

I look at the photos now brittle with time
Of the people I cherished when the city was mine
Oh, how I loved all those radiant smiles
How I long for the days when we danced in the aisles

The Hills of West Virginia

2011-03-06T13:02:00.000-08:00

This song was written by Phil Ochs
A Rise Up Singing Project bonus

D G D G / D G A - / G D G D / - G A D

From the flat plains of Ohio we drifted out one day
For the southern part of the journey
And underneath the bridge the Ohio river sang
As we headed for the hills of West Virginia

And the red sun of the morning was smiling through the trees
As the darkness of the night was quickly fading
And the fog hugged the road like a cloudy, cloudy sea
As we drove though the hills of West Virginia

We smoked the tobacco and drank of the wine
And we spoke of the forest we were passing
And the road would wind and wind and wind
When we drove through the hills of West Virginia

Among all the wealth of the beauty that we passed
There were many old shacks a-growing older
And we saw the broken bottles laying on the grass
When we drove though the hills of West Virginia

The Virginia people watched as we went riding by
Oh, proud as a boulder they were standing
And we wondered at each other with a meeting of the eye
When we drove thought the hills of West Virginia

And once in a while we would stop by the road
And gaze at the womb of the valley
Almost wishing for a path down below
Where we stopped in the hills of West Virginia

Up and down and all around we took our restless ride
And the rocks they were staring cold and jagged
Where explosions of the powder had torn away the side
Where we drove through the hills of West Virginia

And the orange sun was falling on the southern border line
As the shadows of the night were now returning
And we knew the mountains followed us and watched us from behind
When we drove from the hills of West Virginia

Gallo del cielo

2011-03-05T20:52:00.000-08:00

By Tom Russel
Also done by Joe Ely

Great song
Chords D - Em - A - D something like that, then, uh, some other stuff, I'll write them down later. There's also a G at the end of verse and chorus where you go G - A - D .

Carlos Saragosa left his home in Casas Grandes when the moon was full
He had no money in his pocket, just a locket of his sister framed in Gold
He headed for el Sueco, stole a rooster named Gallo Del Cielo
Then he crossed the Rio Grande with that roosted nestled deep within his arm

Galllo del Cielo was a warrior born in heaven so the legends say
His wings they had been broken, he had one eye rollin crazy in his head
He'd fought a hundred fights and the legends say that one night near El Sueco
He fought Cielo seven times, seven times he left brave roosters dead

Hola my Teresa I'm thinkin of you now in San Antonio
I have 27 dollars and the good luck of your good luck of your picture framed in gold
Tonight I'll put it all on the fighting spurs of Gallo Del Cielo
Then I'll return to buy the land Pancho Villa stole from father long ago

Outside of San Diego in the Onion fields of Paco Monte Verde
The Pride of San Diego lay sleeping on a fancy bed of silk
Adn they laughed when Saragosa pulled the one-eyed Del Cielo from beneath his shirt
But they cried when Saragosa waked away with a thousand dollar bill

Hola my Teresa I'm thinkin of you now in Santa Barbara
I have 15 hundred dollars and the good luck of your good luck of your picture framed in gold
Tonight I'll put it all on the fighting spurs of Gallo Del Cielo
Then I'll return to buy the land Pancho Villa stole from father long ago

Now the moon has gone to hiding and the lantern light spills shadows on the fighting sand
A wicked black named Zorro faces Del Cielo in the sand
And Carlos Saragosa fears the tiny crack that runs across his roosters beak
And he fears that he has lost the 50,000 dollars riding on the fight

Hola my Teresa I'm thinkin of you now in Santa Clara
The money's on the table, I'm holding now your good luck framed in gold
Everything we dream of is riding on the spurs of Del Cielo
Then I'll return to buy the land Pancho Villa stole from father long ago

The signal it was given and the roosters rose together far above the sand
Gallo Del Cielo sunk a gaff into Zorro's shiny breast
They were separated quickly but they rose and fought each other time and time again
And the legends all agreed that Gallo Del Cielo fought the best

But then the screams of Saragosa filled the night outside the town of Santa Clara
As the beak of Del Cielo lay broken like a shell within his hand
And they say that Saragosa screamed a curse upon the bones of Pancho Villa
As Zorro rose up one more time and drove Del Cielo in the sand

Hola my Teresa I'm thinkin of you now in San Francisco
I have no money in my pocket I no longer have your good luck framed in gold
I buried it last evening with the bones of my beloved Del Cielo
I will not return to buy the land that Villa stole long ago

Do the rivers still run muddy outside of my beloved Casas Grandes?
Does the scar upon my brother's face turn red when he hears mention of my name?
And do the people of El Sueco still curse the theft of Gallo Del Cielo?
Tell my family not to worry, I will not return to cause them shame

God Hates Rock and Roll—"A Whole Lot More of Jesus"

2011-01-26T21:10:00.000-08:00

By Wayne Raney
Rise Up Singing chapter: Gospel

Verses: A - / D - / - A / B7 E
Chorus: A - / D - / - A / E A

The Bramble and the Rose

2011-01-25T21:12:00.000-08:00

Verses: A - E - / D E A - ://
Chorus: A E D A / D E E7 - / A E D A / D E A -

We have been so close together
Each a candle, each a flame
All the dangers were outside us
And we knew them all by name

CHORUS:
See how the bramble and the rose
Intertwine
Love grows like the bramble and the rose
Round each other we will twine

Now I've hurt you and it hurts me
Just to see what we can do
To ourselves and to each other
Without really meaning to

So put your arms around me
And we'll sing a true love song
And we'll learn to sing together
Sing and laugh the whole night long

Amber & me behind the scenes:

My Rambling Boy (Tom Paxton)

2011-01-19T01:14:00.000-08:00

By Tom Paxton
Here's Alonzo Garbanzo's version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3amUhNY_nfA
Tom Paxton performances will probably show up alongside it, so I won't bother linking you.

Rise Up Singing chapter: Friendship

To Everyone in all the World

2011-01-18T01:12:00.000-08:00

French translation by Raffi
Chord arrangement by me

D - A D / D - A D / G D A7 D / G D G D / G A D -
To everyone in all the world I reach my hand, I shake their hand
To everyone in all the world I shake my hand like this
All, all together, the whole wide world around
I may not know your lingo, but I can say, "By jingo!"
No matter where you live we can shake hands

A tous et chacun dans le monde, je leur tend la main, je leur donne la main
A tous et chacun dans le monde, je leur tend la main comme ça
Tous, tous ensemble, au monde entier je chante
C'est très facile entre humains avec une poignée de main
N'importe où dans le monde on peut s'entendre

For those dilettantes working out the French on their own, note that s'entendre can have the meaning of 'hear each other", "understand each other" or "get along", and in this case, it's "get along".

Fourteenth of February (Billy Bragg cover)

2011-01-17T01:09:00.000-08:00

Words and music by Billy Bragg

Days Like These (Billy Bragg cover)

2011-01-15T01:06:00.000-08:00

Words and music by Billy Bragg

The party that became so powerful by sinking foreign boats
Is dreaming up new promises because promises win votes
And being resolute in conference with the ad man's expertise
The majority by their silence shall pay for days like these

The right to build communities is back behind closed doors
Between government and people stands the right arm of the law
And shame upon the patriot when the mark of the Bulldog Breed
Is a family without a home and a pensioner in need

Those whose lives are ruled by dogma are waiting for a sign
The Better Dead Than Red Brigade are listening on the line
And the liberal, with a small L cries in front of the TV
And another demonstration passes on to history
Peace, bread, work, and freedom is the best we can achieve
And wearing badges is not enough in days like these

From Red to Blue (Billy Bragg cover)

2011-01-14T01:03:00.000-08:00

Words and music by Billy Bragg. A bonus to the Rise Up Singing project.
G Bm Am C...

Another day dawns grey, its enough to make me spit
But we go on our way, just putting up with it
And when I try to make my feelings known to you
You sound like you have changed from red to blue

You're a father now, you see things in different ways
For every parent will gain perspective on their wilder days
But that alone does not explain the changes I see in you
The way you've drifted off from red to blue

Sometimes I think to myself
Should I vote red for my class or green for our children?
But whatever choice I make
I will not forsake

So you bought it all, the best your money could buy
And I watched you sell your soul for their bright shining lie
Where are the principles of the friend I thought I knew
I guess you let them fade from red to blue

I hate the compromises that life forces us to make
We must all bend a little if we are not to break
But the ideals you've opted out of,
I still hold them to be true
I guess they weren't so firmly held by you

Ontario, Québec and Me (Billy Bragg Cover)

2011-01-13T00:53:00.000-08:00

By Billy Bragg

Ontario, Québec And Me

You don't need my Christmas cards
You already have my heart
This has been a holiday romance
Right from the very start

For we know how to spend the time
Who cares about the weather
We'll dance in the town till the sun goes down
And push our beds together

From the Land of the Midnight Sunglasses
To the Mountains of the Moon
You could never stay a day too long
Nor never come back too soon

And you know what a fool I am
With my short attention span
Flying in the rainy season too,
Nothing can keep me away from you

The Tree of Life: Ain't You Got a Right?

2011-01-12T02:12:00.000-08:00

The audio was out of sync when I uploaded this video last night, for some reason. Here it is again. But it's still out of sync. Aw, man.

Rise Up Singing chapter: Freedom

O, Had I a Golden Thread

2011-01-11T02:19:00.000-08:00

Rise Up Singing chapter: Dreams and Fantasies
Words and music by Pete Seeger
D G D A / / G DA D -

When you see a line end with two slashes / / instead of one / it means you repeat that line.
In other words: D G D A / /
means D G D A / D G D A

O had I a golden thread and needle so fine
I'd weave a magic strand of rainbow design
Of rainbow design

In it I'd weave the bravery of women giving birth
In it I'd weave the innocence of children all over the earth
Children of all the earth

Far over the water I'd reach my magic band
To every city, through every single land
Through every land

Show my brothers and sisters my rainbow design
Bind up this sorry world with heart and hand and mind
Hand and heart and mind

Far over the waters I'd reach my magic band
To every human bean* so they would understand
So they would understand

*See "The BFG" -Roald Dahl

Stagolee / Stack O Lee

2011-01-10T02:21:00.000-08:00

Also maybe "Staggerlee". Whatever. Woody Guthrie clearly pronounces it a couple of different ways within one rendition.
Here's the "Just like Mississippi John Hurt" tutorial I promised to link you to: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KxGKBD...
And here's a "Just like Furry Lewis" tutorial for the song that I admit to not having watched because I knew beforehand I wouldn't have the patience to try it out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mk1WmN...

Rise Up Singing chapter: Hard Times and Blues
Chords: E - - E7 / A7 - - E / B7 - - E

Best Friend—The Unicorn Song

2011-01-09T00:50:00.000-08:00

Words and music by Margie Adam
Rise Up Singing chapter: Dreams and Fantasies, p.27

C D Em B7 / C G Dsus D :// Em Am7 D Gmaj7 / E A B7 - -
When I was growing up my best friend was a unicorn
The others smiled at me and called me crazy
But I was not upset, knowing I did not conform
I always thought their seeing must be hazy
The unicorn and I would while away the hours
Playing, dancing and romancing* in the wildflowers and we'd sing

C Am7 G - / Em CG Am7 G ://
Seeing is believing in the things you see
Loving is believing in the ones you love

When I was seventeen my best friend was the northern star
The others asked why was I always dreaming
But I did not reply, I found my thoughts were very far
Away from daily hurts and fears and scheming
The northern star and I would share our dreams together
Laughing, sighing, sometimes crying in all kinds of weather, and we'd sing...

And now that I am grown, my best friend lives inside of me
The others smile at me and call me crazy
But I am not upset, for long ago I found the key
I've always known their seeing must be hazy
My friend inside and I will while away the hours
Playing, dancing and romancing in the wildflowers, and we sing...

*Romancing the unicorn?

I've Got a Match (Bonus)

2011-01-08T00:41:00.000-08:00

By They Might Be Giants

Mountain Bed (Bonus)

2011-01-07T00:38:00.000-08:00

(Song begins at 0:55. Click to skip the chatter)
Words: Woody Guthrie sometime around 1944
Music by Jeff Tweedy and Jay Bennett of Wilco, in 1999
So Billy Bragg didn't actually participate in the writing of this one. Others on Mermaid Avenue volumes 1 and 2, he did.
D A G - / G - D A / Bm G Em G / D C EmG D

Some people like an Asus instead of an A every time. I try to keep it simple for you (and let's be honest: for myself.)

Lyrics:
Do you still sing of the mountain bed we made of limbs and leaves:
Do you still sigh there near the sky where the holly berry bleeds:
You laughed as I covered you over with leaves, face, breast, hips and thighs,
You smiled when I said the leaves were just the color of your eyes.

Rosin smells and turpentine smells from eucalyptus and pine
Bitter tastes of twigs we chewed where tangled woodvines twine
Trees held us in on all four sides so thick we could not see
I could not see any wrong in you, and you saw none in me.

Your arm was brown against the ground, your cheeks part of the sky,
As your fingers played with grassy moss, and limber did you lie:
Your stomach moved beneath your shirt and your knees were in the air
Your feet played games with mountain roots as you lay thinking there.

Below us the trees grew clumps of trees, raised families of trees, and they
As proud as we tossed their heads in the wind and flung good seeds away:
The sun was hot and the sun was bright down in the valley below
Where people starved and hungry for life so empty come and go.

There in the shade and hid from the sun we freed our minds and learned
Our greatest reason for being here, our bodies moved and burned
There on our mountain bed of leaves we learned life's reason why
The People laugh and love and dream, they fight, they hate to die.

The smell of your hair I know is still there, if most of our leaves are blown,
Our words still ring in the brush and the trees where singing seeds are sown
Your shape and form is dim, but plain, there on our mountain bed
I see my life was brightest where you laughed and laid your head...

I learned the reason why man must work and how to dream big dreams,
To conquer time and space and fight the rivers and the seas
I stand here filled with my emptiness now and look at city and land
And I know why farms and cities are built by hot, warm, nervous hands.

I crossed many states just to stand here now, my face all hot with tears,
I crossed city, and valley, desert, and stream, to bring my body here:
My history and future blaze bright in me and all my joy and pain
Go through my head on our mountain bed where I smell your hair again.

All this day long I linger here and on in through the night
My greeds, desires, my cravings, hopes, my dreams inside me fight:
My loneliness healed, my emptiness filled, I walk above all pain
Back to the breasts of my woman and child to scatter my seeds again.

Flower of Scotland (Bonus)

2011-01-06T00:35:00.000-08:00

(Song begins at 1:39)
Words and music by Roy Williamson
For chords, click here.
http://www.liamclancy.com/tabs/flower.htm
They're written using the Nashville Number System of chord notation. I play it in G, so that means
1 = G
4 = C
5 = D
7 = F
Check it out. It's a notation worth understanding.

Hard Loving Loser

2011-01-05T02:17:00.000-08:00

By Richard Fariña
Rise Up Singing chapter: Men
Chords: mostly A. Also: D7 A7 E

The Sick Note

2011-01-04T02:15:00.000-08:00

Rise Up Singing chapter: Work

Chords: D - AG D / G D E A / G D Em A / D - AG D

"A hod is an implement for carrying bricks, sort of a long pole and fixed to the end of it a rectangular box with 2 sides and 1 end missing. Bricks are then placed into the 2 remaining V shaped sides and the hod is hoisted on the the shoulder for carrying the bricks." - weegingayin

My Father

2011-01-03T02:13:00.000-08:00

By Judy Collins, who I know best as an interpreter of other people's songs, but clearly she had some writing chops because this song is great.
Rise Up Singing chapter: Dreams and Fantasies, p.30
Ok, so I checked, and Rise Up Singing has a different chord pattern. But I still think mine is pretty good. It's the same in all the important parts.
Here's mine:
D - G D / D - G A
Bm E A - / Am7 - G F D (I use some variable rhythm here this last line, depending on how slowly I feel like singing it)

And R.U.S.'s:
D (walk down the bass) G Em D A / D (walk down the bass) G Em A -
Bm - E - A (walk down that bass) / C - Am - G - F - D - - -

Here are the lyrics I hear in the song. Asterisks mark R.U.S. differences:

My father always promised us that we would live in France
We'd go boating on the Seine and I would learn to dance
We lived in Ohio then, he worked in a mine
On his dreams like boats we knew we'd sail in time

All my sisters soon were gone to Denver and Cheyenne
Marrying their grown-up dreams, the lilacs and the man
I stayed behind the youngest still, only danced alone
The colours of my father's dreams faded without a sound

And I live in Paris now, my children dance and dream
Hearing the weight* of a miner's life in words they've never seen
I sail my memories of home** like boats across the Seine
And watch the Paris sun set in my father's eyes again

My father always promised us that we would live in France
We'd go boating on the Seine and I would learn to dance
I sail my memories of home like boats across the Seine
And watch the Paris sun set in my father's eyes again

*R.U.S. has "words", the internet has "ways".
**on high

Auld Lang Syne in NYC 2011

2011-01-02T09:11:00.000-08:00

Happy 2011, peoples. I was in New York on my way back to Bangkok from Montreal. Montreal to New York to Beijing (just the airport) to Bangkok. That's how it went. It took me like 2 whole days.

Words to this song are by Robert Burns. But you all knew that, right? You're all celebrating Burns' day this year too, right? January 25, people. Don't miss it.

In conclusion: "2011: turn it up to 11".

Urge for Going (Joni Mitchell)

2011-01-01T09:08:00.000-08:00

by Joni Mitchell, Recorded in Montreal.

Un flambeau, Jeanette, Isabelle

2010-12-31T09:04:00.000-08:00

D - Em A / D - A D / - - - A / G D Em A / Bm A D A D / Bm A D A D

Bring a Torch, Jeanette, Isabella

2010-12-30T09:01:00.000-08:00

D - Em A / D - A D / - - - A / G D Em A / Bm A D A D / Bm A D A D

I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas

2010-12-29T23:57:00.000-08:00

In Montréal with my brother. This one was a request, and a bonus. I play it in C.

I haven't backfilled all the videos between my last post and the present yet, but for anyone who links themself only to this blog, know that there are about 2 months of recent songs on YouTube that I haven't gotten around to posting yet. Honestly, I'd recommend you just go to my YouTube channel, since it's the same thing, but for those who love the blog format, I'll be filling in the ghost videos in the next couple of weeks.

Up On the Housetop (Christmas Bonus)

2010-12-28T09:19:00.000-08:00

A Christmas song that you can't find in the Rise Up Singing songbook. It's a quickie. That's a friend of mine sleeping back there. He's got a really nice apartment. Lots of wood, and a very homey kitchen.

I Sat Down With the Duchess to Tea

2010-12-27T09:21:00.000-08:00

Black Socks

2010-12-26T09:23:00.000-08:00

With Amber and Austin fresh from Nepal (them, not me) singing rounds in Bangkok.

Canoe Round (My Paddle's Keen and Bright)

2010-12-25T09:24:00.000-08:00

My paddle's keen and bright, flashing like silver
Swift as the wild goose flight, dip, dip and swing...

Rose, Rose (Round)

2010-12-24T09:26:00.000-08:00

Amber and Austin and I do up another round for you. There was another houseguest over with them at my place, but only these two made it on camera.

Rose rose rose rose
Will I ever see thee wed
I will marry at thy will, sir
At thy will

Come Follow (Round)

2010-12-23T09:28:00.000-08:00

Round number two with Amber and Austin. Round number one was "Ah, Poor Bird". Click back for it.

Ah, Poor Bird

2010-12-22T09:29:00.000-08:00

A round with Amber and Austin.

Ah, poor bird
Take thy flight
Far above the sorrow
Of this sad night

Light One Candle (Hanukkah)

2010-12-21T09:30:00.000-08:00

By Peter Yarrow

Viva la quince brigada

2010-12-20T09:33:00.000-08:00

From the International Brigade in the Spanish Civil War

Chanukkah's Here (Hanukkah)

2010-12-19T09:34:00.000-08:00

By Lisa Baydush
A Rise Up Singing project bonus
Happy Hanukkah, everyone. Here's Matisyahu's "Miracle": http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dom_X7...

C Cmaj7 F G / / / C - G -

Chanukah's here, it's time to celebrate
Chanukah's here, it's time to celebrate
Chanukah's here, it's time to celebrate now

Chanukah's here, let's light the candles (right) (3x) now
Chanukah's here, let's spin the dreidel 'round (3x) now
Chanukah's here, let's eat the latkes (right) (3x) now
Chanukah's here, let's open presents (right) (3x) now
Chanukah's here, let's spend time with family (3x) now

You can learn more about Lisa Baydush and her music here: http://www.shirsynergy.com/Lisa%20Bay...

The Many and the Few (R.U.S. Hanukkah Bonus)

2010-12-18T09:36:00.000-08:00

Also, for a not-to-be-missed Hanukkah music video, check out Matisyahu's new song, Miracle: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gv-7Wd...

Words and music by Woody Guthrie
Chords: D - - G / D - Bm - / D - - G / D G D -

My name is King Cyrus, my order I give
 You Jews can go back to your home 
To build your holy temple again 
In the land of Palestine.

We've sung and danced o'er the hot rocky roads
 Back to Eretz Yisroel's land 
We worked with plow and rake and hoe 
And we blessed the works of our hands

My name is Ezra the Teacher man
 I brought my scroll book along 
I brought my flock to Yisroel
 From that land called Babylon

I'll read you my Talmud Torah book
 And the prophet's dreams to you
 And you'll be fertile and multiply
 If you keep your Torah true

My name is Alexander the Great 
More than half of this wide world is mine
 Come stand around, my servants all
 I'm wrapped on my bed here to die

As the King of Syria and Palestine
 Antiochus the Fourth, you'll stand 
To kill the Jews if they refuse
To worship our idols and gods

My name is Hannah, my first born son
 Now stands before this king
 Guilty of keeping the Sabbath laws
 By the soldiers I see him slain

It's one by one my seven sons 
In front of my eyes cut down
 For keeping to the Torah laws 
I pay with my warm blood now

My name is Mattathias, I've got five sons
 In Modin City we dwell
 They tried to make me bow down to their gods
 Two of the King's flunkeys I killed

A hundred or more who'll fight to be Jews
 Did come to these hills with me 
On my death bed your leader I'll name 
'Tis Judah, the Macabee

My name is Judah, the Macabee 
By the name of the hammer I'm called 
We'll pray to God before every fight 
Till all of our enemies fall

Appolonius, the Governor, this day I killed
 And his army we did bust 
Some few of his soldiers run away in the wind
 But most we've dropped dead in the dust

Syron is my name, from Syria came 
To destroy that fool Macabee
 My army was great, his army was small
 But he somehow did win over me

To deliver the many to the hands of his few
 For God this is no trick at all 
In a few short hours my army did break 
And we flooded this valley with blood

My name is Lysias, I dreamed up a plan 
To burn the Jews tents as they slept 
When I got there, their tents were all bare 
And the Macabee's army had left

He stormed my own camp as my soldiers did sleep 
And he killed several thousand in fear 
My elephants, my horsemen, my footsoldiers, all
 Judah hammered them down from the rear

My name is Jerusalem where Judah came back 
To build up my Temple once more 
To cut down the weeds and thorny brush 
That grows 'round my windows and doors

Whole stones, whole stones, we'll build and pray 
To God as a wholehearted Jew
 God's love the hateful many did place 
In the hands of a God loving few

We found in our temple a little oil jug 
Just enough for the lamps for one night 
That one little jug burned Eight whole days
 And it kept our new temple in light

Eight candles we'll burn and a Ninth one too 
Every New Year that comes and goes 
We'll think of the many in the hands of the few 
And thank God we are seeds of the Jews

The Hug (Song)

2010-12-17T09:39:00.000-08:00

New song for today from the Rise Up Singing songbook, and I'm even right now in the process of going and filling in the missing chords and lyrics from the last few I've posted. Enjoy. Maybe sing along.
Uh oh, I see that the audio gets unsynchronized a little into the video. Um, you're just going to have to deal, because I just deleted the original. Oops. But if for some reason you can't figure out the song without synced audio, let me know, and I'll redo it, no worries.

By Fred Small
Verses: C - / FG C / - - / D G / C Em / Dm C / - F / G C
Chorus: C - / F - / G - / - C ://

Dan Murrow is a mighty friendly man
He's big and round like a bear
He hugs his friends and his friends hug him
Anytime, anywhere
His patients would come for therapy
To drive their blues away
And sooner or later they'd feel a lot better
'Cause this is what he'd say

CHORUS:
I want a hug (I want a hug) when we say hello
I want a hug (I want a hug) when it's time to go
I want a hug (...) 'cause I want you to know
I'm awfully fond of you
I want a hug (...) what a wonderful feeling
I want a hug (...) to feel you squeezing
I want a hug (...) it certainly feels
Like the natural thing to do

ALT CHORUS:
I want a hug (I want a hug) when we say hello
I want a hug (I want a hug) when it's time to go
I want a hug (...) 'cause everyone knows
That hugging is good for you
I want a hug (...) what a wonderful feeling
I want a hug (...) it's part of the healing
I want a hug (...) 'cause hugging feels
Like the natural thing to do

But when the head of the hospital heard about it
He got all annoyed
'Cause hugging is sexual sublimation
According to Doctor Freud
You can beat 'em down, you can hide 'em away
You can keep 'em quiet with drugs
You can strap 'em and zap 'em with electroshock
But you'd better not give 'em a hug

So the boss says, "Dan, clean out your desk
Your conduct is lax and lewd
Any deviation from the standard medical
Practice can get us sued"
But Dan don't feel too bad for himself
He's really kind of proud
But he's sorry for the people who are locked away
Where hugging ain't allowed

Turning Toward the Morning

2010-12-16T09:41:00.000-08:00

Song begins at 0:34
By Gordon Bok
Rise Up Singing chapter: Hope, p.119
Verses: C - F - / C - F G - / C - F - / C G F G
Chorus: G - C - / C - F G - / C - F - / C G F G
As you can see, they're the same but for the first line. The Am I throw into the chorus just for fun makes the pattern look like this:
Chorus: G - C - / C Am F G - / C - F - / C G F G

When the deer is bedded down and the bear is gone to ground
And the northern goose has wandered off to warmer bay and sound
It's so easy in the cold to feel the darkness of the year
And the heart is growing lonely for the morning

CHORUS:
Oh my Joanie don't you know that the stars are swinging slow
And the seas are rolling easy as they did so long ago?
If I had a thing to give you I would tell you one more time
That the world is always turning toward the morning

Now October's growing thin and November's coming home
You'll be thinking of the season and the sad things that you've seen
And you hear that old wind walking, hear him singing high and thin
You could swear he's out there singing of your sorrows

When the darkness falls around you and the North Wind comes to blow
And you hear him call your name out as he walks the brittle snow
That old wind don't mean you trouble, he don't care or even know
He's just walking down the darkness toward the morning

It's a pity we don't know what the little flowers know
They can't face the cold November, they can't take the wind and snow
They put their glories all behind them, bow their heads and let it go
But you know they'll be there shining in the morning

Now my Joanie don't you know, that the days are rolling slow
And the winter's walking easy as he did so long ago?
And if the wind should come and ask you, "Why's my Joanie weeping so?"
Won't you tell him that you're weeping for the morning?

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Also, my face is a little stretched fatwise because I also haven't quite got the hang of video reformatting. Love to you guys. Have a good day.

Pamela Brown performed at the Blue Lake (Bonus)

2010-11-12T08:41:00.000-08:00

(Song begins at 0:46)

Bound for South Australia: on location (Rise Up Singing)

2010-11-11T08:32:00.000-08:00

On the Road Again (Bonus)

2010-11-10T02:27:00.000-08:00

Filmed on the traditional land of the Wathaurong people, on the Great Ocean Road, in southern Victoria, Australia.

Roll in My Sweet Baby's Arms Take 2!

2010-11-09T02:23:00.000-08:00

Take 2. Also filmed just off the Great Ocean Road in Victoria, Australia, but a little further down the line, next to the Wye River where it meets the big old southern ocean.

Authorship: Traditional American
Rise Up Singing chapter: Mountain Voices, p.149
Chords: G - / - D7 / G C / D7 G

Ain't going to work on the railroad
Ain't going to work on the farm
I'll just lay around the shack till the mail train comes back
Then I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms

Chorus:
-Roll in my sweet baby's arms
-Roll in my sweet baby's arms
-Lay around the shack till the mail train comes back
-Then I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms

Where was you last Friday night
While I was locked in jail?
Walking the streets with another man
Wouldn't even go my bail

Some other verses I didn't sing (there are lots):

Can't see what's the matter with my own true love
She done quit writing to me
She must think I don't love her like I used to
Ain't that a foolish idea?

Sometimes there's a change in the ocean
Sometimes there's a change in the sea
Sometimes there's a change in my own true love
But there's never no change in me

Mama's a ginger cake baker
Sister can weave and can spin
Dad's got an interest in that old cotton mill
Just watch that old money roll in

They tell me that your parents do not like me
They have drove me away from your door
If I had all my time to do over
I would never go there any more

Roll in My Sweet Baby's Arms

2010-11-08T02:18:00.000-08:00

Take 1. There's a take 2 coming up tomorrow. Different location, a story about my Grandpa, the whole shebang. You'll probably prefer it, but I thought this one was a little charming in its scatteredness.

Authorship: Traditional American
Rise Up Singing chapter: Mountain Voices, p.149
Chords: G - / - D7 / G C / D7 G

Ain't going to work on the railroad
Ain't going to work on the farm
I'll just lay around the shack till the mail train comes back
Then I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms

Chorus:
-Roll in my sweet baby's arms
-Roll in my sweet baby's arms
-Lay around the shack till the mail train comes back
-Then I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms

Where was you last Friday night
While I was locked in jail?
Walking the streets with another man
Wouldn't even go my bail

Some other verses I didn't sing (there are lots):

Can't see what's the matter with my own true love
She done quit writing to me
She must think I don't love her like I used to
Ain't that a foolish idea?

Sometimes there's a change in the ocean
Sometimes there's a change in the sea
Sometimes there's a change in my own true love
But there's never no change in me

Mama's a ginger cake baker
Sister can weave and can spin
Dad's got an interest in that old cotton mill
Just watch that old money roll in

They tell me that your parents do not like me
They have drove me away from your door
If I had all my time to do over
I would never go there any more

There's a Tavern in the Town: Trio

2010-11-07T02:14:00.000-08:00

Rise Up Singing chapter: Golden Oldies
Recorded with Bob Hornett (piano accordion) and Hector Awol (harmonica) in Bendigo, VIC, Australia.

-Matthew

I'm Looking Over a Four Leaf Clover: Trio

2010-11-06T02:13:00.000-07:00

Rise Up Singing chapter: Golden Oldies
Recorded with Bob Hornett (piano accordion) and Hector Awol (button accordion) in Bendigo, VIC, Australia.

-Matthew

Take Me Home, Country Roads: Trio

2010-11-05T02:10:00.000-07:00

With accordion harmonica and guitar, by Hector, Bob and Matthew (me) respectively. We recorded this down in Bendigo, Central Victoria, Australia. Country roads around there have kangaroos on them. It's a weird place ;)

Polly Wolly Doodle (Bonus)

2010-11-04T02:06:00.000-07:00

Traditional American
This ukulele arrangement from the Ukulele songbook "Uke'n Play Ukulele"

Plaisir d'amour

2010-11-03T02:03:00.000-07:00

Rise Up Singing chapter: Love
There's another part to sing to this. Nana Mouskouri sings it pretty sweetly. My dad really liked Nana Mouskouri. I never really got into her. Anyway, Hector and I didn't know it, and though I've listened to Nana Mouskouri do it, I couldn't internalize it well enough for the track here. So you get the... verses, let's call them. And no bridge, if you will.

Recorded, of course, with Hector Awol and Bob Hornett down in Bendigo, Australia.

The Happy Wanderer

2010-11-02T02:02:00.000-07:00

A.K.A. Vaderi, Valdera
Rise Up Singing chapter: Outdoors
Recorded, with Hector Awol and Bob Hornett down in Bendigo, Australia. Their channel (these trios all appear there too, along with about close to a thousand of their duets) is http://www.youtube.com/user/bertosvids

Give Me That Old Time Religion (Part 1)

2010-11-01T02:00:00.000-07:00

Back Home Again: Trio

2010-10-31T01:57:00.000-07:00

Home on the Range: Trio

2010-10-30T01:52:00.000-07:00

The Cowboy National Anthem
Rise Up Singing chapter: Farm and Prairie

Michael Turner's Waltz (Bonus)

2010-10-29T01:47:00.000-07:00

This is so far the only song I've had the gall to put up here as a bonus to the Rise Up Singing project that has NO LYRICS. None that I know, anyway. So, while my Billy Bragg and Violent Femmes covers definitely didn't have quite the right tone for Rise Up Singing, this one is pretty categorically inappropriate for a much simpler reason. And yet: here you go!

It's a waltz either for, by, about, or somehow otherwise related to a guy named Michael Turner. Matthew Vaughan (that's me) on guitar and Hector Awol (channel: hectorawol) on the button accordion. Filmed in Bendigo, Victoria, Australia.

The Road to the Isles: Trio

2010-10-28T01:45:00.000-07:00

In a trio with the dudes from Bertosvids: Bob Hornett on piano accordion and Hctor Awol on button accordion.

Blister in the Sun (Violent Femmes Cover)

2010-10-27T01:42:00.000-07:00

A cover of this Violent Femmes song on little guitar and full-sized melodeon/button accordion.

Shortning Bread: trio

2010-10-26T01:41:00.000-07:00

The Ash Grove

2010-10-25T01:39:00.000-07:00

In the Garden

2010-10-24T01:38:00.000-07:00

Rise Up Singing chapter: Gospel
Recorded in Bendigo, Australia, with Hector Awol and Bob Hornett.

Royal Telephone

2010-10-23T23:28:00.000-07:00

Rise Up Singing chapter: Gospel

Life is Like a Mountain Railroad

2010-10-22T23:25:00.000-07:00

Railroad.

I've Got that Joy, Joy, Joy

2010-10-21T23:23:00.000-07:00

Rise Up Singing chapter: Gospel (probably)
Ukulele party recorded in Bendigo, Victoria, Australia, with Hector of Bertosvids and Hectorawol. Check him out.

Long Way to Tipperary/Wrong Way to Tickle Mary

2010-10-20T23:12:00.000-07:00

Long Way to Tipperary/Wrong Way to Tickle Mary

Amelia Earhart's Last Flight (Trio)

2010-10-19T23:09:00.000-07:00

From the Rise Up Singing chapter Women. I'm still in Australia with Bob and Hector, learning all sorts of crazy slang like boofhead and sticky beak. Also, I saw two kangaroos. Don't be jealous.

Keep the Home Fires Burning

2010-10-18T22:56:00.000-07:00

A New one from Rise Up Singing taught to me by Bob and Hector, who were also nice enough to play it along with me.

I'm My Own Grandpa

2010-10-17T22:49:00.000-07:00

With Hector and Bob down in Bendigo, Victoria

It's a Long Way to Tipperary from Melbourne

2010-10-16T22:35:00.000-07:00

Sightseeing in Melbourne, Victoria, Australia. And also singing an unrelated old marching song about Ireland and how great it is.

Mister Sun in Melbourne

2010-10-15T22:27:00.000-07:00

Playing "Mr. Sun" by the Yarra River in Melbourne, near Prince's Bridge.

Goodbye Melbourne Town 2nd version

2010-10-14T22:22:00.000-07:00

Another take of "Goodbye Melbourne Town". I don't think it's really accurate to call it a whole different version. Same version, another take.

Bonus: Goodbye Melbourne Town

2010-10-13T07:38:00.000-07:00

All right Melbourne!

Best Rise Up Singing Collaboration Ever

2010-10-12T22:46:00.000-07:00

Australia's Bob Hornett and Hector Awol discussing our virtual musical collaboration. And then something awesome happens.

Bonus: New York City

2010-10-11T07:36:00.000-07:00

Not written by They Might Be Giants, although that's where I learned it (off of their album Factory Showroom). Who wrote it again, people? A female punk group, was it?

You called me last night, on the telephone
And I was glad to hear from you because I was all alone
You said it's snowing, it's snowing, God I hate this weather
Now I walk through blizzards just to get us back together

Cause everyone's your friend in New York City
And everything looks beautiful when you're young and pretty
The streets are paved with diamonds and there's just so much to see
But the best thing about New York City is you and me

Bonus: They'll Need a Crane

2010-10-10T07:33:00.000-07:00

By They Might Be Giants (TMBG for those with short attention spans)

Bonus: Chelsea Hotel

2010-10-09T07:32:00.000-07:00

By Leonard Cohen
A bonus to my Rise Up Singing (songbook) project
I learned this song years ago in E, but here, I do it in G

G D C G / - D Em - / G D C G / C - D - / Em - C - / G D Em - / C - G - / C - D - etc. etc. Gimme a minute I'm in an airport here...

Bonus: Lovers in a Dangerous Time

2010-10-08T07:30:00.000-07:00

(Song begins at 2:30)
By Bruce Cockburn, although the favourite version in my heart is the Barenaked Ladies'.

The chords are just: G Am F - :////

Don't the hours grow shorter as the days go by
You never get to stop and open your eyes
One day you're waiting for the sky to fall
And next you're dazzled by the beauty of it all

Lovers in a dangerous time / Lovers in a dangerous time

These fragile bodies of touch and taste
This vibrant skin, this hair like lace (This skin like silk, this hair like lace?)
Spirits open to the thrust of grace
Never a breath you can afford to waste

Lovers in a dangerous time / Lovers in a dangerous time

When you're lovers in a dangerous time
Sometimes you're made to feel as if your love's a crime
But nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight
You gotta kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight

Lovers in a dangerous time / Lovers in a dangerous time

Bonus: I Couldn't Believe it was True

2010-10-07T07:27:00.000-07:00

By Willy Nelson
from his album "Red-Headed Stranger"

Chords
A - D A / - - - E ://

Well, last night I came home and I *knocked on my door*
And I called to my love as I oft had before
**I knocked and I knocked but no answer there came**
No kisses to greet me, no voice called my name

Chorus:
And I couldn't believe it was true, oh Lord
I couldn't believe it was true
***I cried a million tears***, I must've aged ten years
And I couldn't believe it was true

Well, the shock was so great I am quivering yet
And I'll try to forgive but I cannot forget
****My heartache and loss**** is another man's gain
Her happiness always I hope will remain

*unlocked the door
**I called and I called but no answer there came
***My eyes filled with tears
****My heartbreak and loss / My heartbeaking loss

Farther Along

2010-10-06T07:26:00.000-07:00

Rise Up Singing chapter: Gospel
I know I recommended Johnny Cash's version, but I ALWAYS recommend Johnny Cash's versions of stuff. So here's another awesome one. Maybe a better one. See for yourself. It's Glen Campbell: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KCj3y0...

Millworker

2010-10-05T07:24:00.000-07:00

By James Taylor

Now my grandfather was a sailor
He blew in off the water
My father was a farmer
And I, his only daughter
Took up with a no good millworking man
From Massachusetts
Who dies from too much whiskey
And leaves me these three faces to feed

Millwork ain't easy
Millwork ain't hard
Millwork it ain't nothing
But an awful boring job
I'm waiting on a daydream
To take me through the morning
And put me in my coffee break
Where I can have a sandwich
And remember

Then it's me and my machine
For the rest of the morning
and the rest of the afternoon
And the rest of my life

Now my mind begins to wander
To the days back on the farm
I can see my father smiling at me
Swinging on his arm
I can hear my granddad's stories
Of the storms out on Lake Erie
Where vessels and cargos and fortunes
And sailors' lives were lost

But it's my life has been wasted
And I have been the fool
To let this manufacturer
Use my body for a tool
(I'll) ride home every evening
Staring at my hands
Swearing to my sorrow that a young girl
Ought to stand a better chance

So may I work your mill just as long as I am able
And never meet the man whose name is on the label

Bonus: The Glove and the Lions

2010-10-04T07:20:00.000-07:00

The words are a poem by James Henry Leigh Hunt
The music is by me, wouldn't you know.
Here's the great "Courtly Love", by Kate Beaton. Her strip is titled "Hark, a Vagrant".

King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport,
And one day as his lions fought, sat looking on the court;
The nobles filled the benches, and the ladies in their pride,
And 'mongst them sat the Count de Lorge, with one for whom he sighed:
And truly 'twas a gallant thing to see that crowning show,
Valour and love, and a king above, and the royal beasts below.

Ramped and roared the lions, with horrid laughing jaws;
They bit, they glared, gave blows like beams, a wind went with their paws;
With wallowing might and stifled roar they rolled on one another;
Till all the pit with sand and mane was in a thunderous smother;
The bloody foam above the bars came whisking through the air;
Said Francis then, "Faith, gentlemen, we're better here than there."

De Lorge's love o'erheard the King, a beauteous lively dame
With smiling lips and sharp bright eyes, which always seemed the same;
She thought, the Count my lover is brave as brave can be;
He surely would do wondrous things to show his love of me;
King, ladies, lovers, all look on; the occasion is divine;
I'll drop my glove, to prove his love; great glory will be mine.

She dropped her glove, to prove his love, then looked at him and smiled;
He bowed, and in a moment leaped among the lions wild:
The leap was quick, return was quick, he has regained his place,
Then threw the glove, but not with love, right in the lady's face.
"By God!" said Francis, "rightly done!" and he rose from where he sat:
"No love," quoth he, "but vanity, sets love a task like that."

Road to the Isles

2010-10-03T07:15:00.000-07:00

Yeah! Songs!

Government by Horseback

2010-10-02T07:13:00.000-07:00

By Si Kahn

One Grain of Sand

2010-10-01T07:11:00.000-07:00

By the inimitable and irreplaceable Pete Seeger. Long may he live.

Bonus: The Great Leap Forwards

2010-09-30T07:09:00.000-07:00

By Billy Bragg. I like most of his songs a lot, but this one may just be a favourite.

Bonus: Used to Bad News (Boston)

2010-09-29T07:08:00.000-07:00

(Song begins at 0:37)
A Rise Up Singing project Bonus

Bonus: When the Day Is Done

2010-09-28T07:06:00.000-07:00

Your Flag Decal Won't Get You Into Heaven Anymore

2010-09-27T07:03:00.000-07:00

By John Prine
Rise Up Singing chapter: America, p.6

Chords:
D - G - / A - - D / - - - G / A - - D
While digesting Reader's Digest in the back of a dirty book store...

G - D - / A - D - / G - D - / A - - D
But your flag decal won't get you into heaven anymore
They're already overcrowded from your dirty little war
And Jesus don't like killing, no matter what the reason for
And your flag decal won't get you into heaven anymore

There is a Tavern in the Town

2010-09-26T07:01:00.000-07:00

Rise Up Singing chapter: Good Times

Verses: C - - - / - - G G7 / C C7 F - / G7 - C -
Chorus: G7 - C - / G7 - CF C / + verse chords once through

There is a tavern in the town, in the town
And there my true love sits him down, sits him down
And drinks his wine 'mid laughter free
And never, never thinks of me

Chorus:
Fare thee well for I must leave thee, do not let this parting grieve thee
For remember that the best of friends must part, must part...

Move On Over (Mining Version)

2010-09-25T06:59:00.000-07:00

For Sircoughsalot, who wrote this. www.youtube.com/user/sircoughsalot

Home Again (Carole King)

2010-09-24T06:57:00.000-07:00

By Carole King
Rise Up Singing chapter: Traveling

C Cmaj7 - FC / FAm DmF C CG ://
Am - C - / F C Dm DmG / C Cmaj7 - FC / FAm DmF C CG

Sometimes I wonder if I'm ever going to make it home again
It's so far and out of sight
I really need someone to talk to and nobody else
Knows how to comfort me tonight
Snow is cold, rain is wet
Chills my soul right to the marrow
I won't be happy till I see you alone again
Till I'm home again and feeling right

Bonus: Who Put the Bomp?

2010-09-23T06:53:00.000-07:00

Barry Mann

Bonus: I Wish I Were Blind

2010-09-22T06:49:00.000-07:00

Precious Lord, Take my Hand Strumming Pattern

2010-09-21T06:47:00.000-07:00

Pack Up Your Troubles

2010-09-20T06:44:00.000-07:00

Words by George Asaf and music by Felix Powell
Rise Up Singing chapter: Golden Oldies, p.81

G - / C G / G - / A D / G D / CG D / G GC / GD G

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile
While you've a lucifer to light your fag
Smile, boys, that's the style!
What's the use of worrying?
It never was worthwhile — so
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile

Forty Hour Week

2010-09-19T23:29:00.000-07:00

Music and lyrics: Dave Loggins, Don Schlitz and Lisa Silver
In short, Loggins is famous for his song "Please Come to Boston", Don Schlitz for writing "The Gambler", and Silver (whose first name R.U.S. has as "Lea" for some reason) for writing this and "One Promise Too Late" for Reba McEntire.

Rise Up Singing chapter: Work, p.255
Chords & lyrics:

G - D G / C G D - / G - D G / C D G -
There are people in this country who work hard everyday
Not for fame or fortune do they strive
But the fruits of their labour are worth more than their pay
And it's time a few of them were recognized

CG G C G / C G - D G - ://
Hello Detroit auto worker, let me thank you for your time
You work a 40-hour week for a livin' just to send it on down the line
Hello Pittsburgh steel mill worker, let me thank you for your time
You work a 40-hour week for a livin' just to send it on down the line

D - C G / / Em - Bm C / D - - -
This is for the one who swings the hammer, driving home the nail
Or the one behind the counter, ringing up the sale
Or the one who fights the fires, the one who brings the mail
For everyone who works behind the scenes

G - D G / C G D - / G - D G / C D G -
You can see them every morning in the factories and the fields
In the city streets and the quiet country towns
Working together like the spokes inside a wheel
They keep this country turning around

CG G C G / C G - D G - ://
Hello Kansas wheatfield farmer, let me thank you for your time
You work a 40-hour week for a living just to send it on down the line
Hello West Virginia coal miner, let me thank you for your time
You work a 40-hour week for a living just to send it on down the line

D - C G / / Em - Bm C / D - - -
This is for the one who drives the big rig up and down the road
Or the one out in the warehouse bringing in the load
Or the waitress, the mechanic, the policeman on patrol
For everyone who works behind the scenes

D - - - / G - Am D G -
With a spirit you can't replace with no machine
Hello America, let me thank you for your time!

Down By the Riverside in Laos

2010-09-18T23:22:00.000-07:00

A.K.A. Study War No More
I recorded this behind the market that's behind the bus station, which is across from the day market (dalat xao) in downtown Vientiane.

Authorship: Traditional Black American spiritual
Rise Up Singing chapter: Peace, p.163
E - - - / B7 - E - ://: A - / E - / B7 - E - ://

I'm gonna lay down my sword and shield down by the riverside
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside
I'm gonna lay down my sword and shield down by the riverside
And study war no more

I ain't gonna study war no more (6x) (I sing it only 3x)

I'm gonna talk with the Prince of Peace down by the riverside...

I'm gonna shake hands around the world down by the riverside...

I've Just Seen a Face (Bonus)

2010-09-17T23:02:00.000-07:00

Representing family camp. I miss Maine.
This is one of my favourite songs, and has been since high school, when I was a lot more apt to feel this way. But what's really amazing about it are the rhythm and internal rhymes in the verses. They please my ears so much, and even more singing them than hearing them sung.
So yes, clearly the way to my heart is through internal rhymes.

Words and music by the Beatles (John Lennon? Paul McCartney? I can't remember.)
Not in Rise Up Singing (Oh well. Write it in a margin if you think it's singalongable enough.)
Chords:
G - - - / Em - - - / C - D G - / D - C - / G D G -

I've just seen a face, I can't forget the time or place where we just
Met; she's just the girl for me and I want all the world to see we've
Met — Lai lai lai la la lai
Falling, yes I am falling, and she keeps
Calling me back again

Had it been another day I might have looked the other way and
I'd have never been aware but as it is I'll dream of her
Tonight — Lai lai lai la la lai
Falling, yes I am falling, and she keeps
Calling me back again

I have never known the likes of this, I've been alone and I have
Missed things and kept out of sight for other girls were never quite like
This — Lai lai lai la la lai
Falling, yes I am falling, and she keeps
Calling me back again