This song has quite a story. I had thought it was a Gordon Bok composition until I had to research it for the upcoming Rise Again songbook. I dug out the album notes for the 1983 Bok, Muir & Trickett All Shall Be Well Again album, and began my education. Gordon Bok had learned the song from somebody who learned it from somebody. Bok kept trying to find the songwriter, so that he could get permission to find it. He eventually learned that somebody named Don Cooper was the author. Bordon asked Margaret MacArthur about it, and Margaret spent weeks on the phone trying to track Cooper down. She finally found him somewhere in New England. Bok-Muir-Trickett recorded their own version of the song, but they included the lyrics Cooper wrote in the album notes. So, here's the original song: MY IMAGES COME (Don Cooper) My images come From the people who do the work From the people who sing the songs From the people who live the life From the people who get along A bottle of rum For the demon what always lurk For the demon what do me wrong For the fury what is my wife For the struggle what is my song CHORUS It get me down sometime It get me down but only A little look around and I find That I am not so lonely We in the same boat brother We in the same boat brother My images come From the pleasures I had before From the pleasures I'm still to know, From the pleasures my dreams provide, From the pleasures what I bestow A bottle of rum For the trouble what's at my door For the trouble where'er I go, For the misfortune what I abide And for the courage I'm trying to show My images come From the woman what's on my knee From the woman what's in my head From the woman out in the sun From the woman what shares my bed A bottle of rum For a broken love's misery For a love what has grown so dead, Expectations my life's undone For illusions what I've been fed My images come From the world in which I live From the world I know so well, From the world of change & light, From the world of which I tell A bottle of rum For the feelings I cannot give For the feelings what fears impel, For the screams of a fraughtful night And for the time what is spent in hell On Bok, Muir & Trickett All Shall Be Well Again & Gordon Bok Because You Asked.
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