Subject: Lyrics needed From: bbc Date: 03 Mar 98 - 08:30 PM I am looking for the lyrics to the following songs from Gordon Bok's recording, "Return to the Land": "The Swag & the Shiner" (Metsers) "I Held a Lady" (Gallagher) "Pearly" (Bok) Any help would be appreciated. bbc |
Subject: RE: Lyrics: songs from Bok's "Return to the Land From: Jim Dixon Date: 30 Oct 05 - 05:32 PM Just tying up some old "loose threads" here. The first two have been posted in other threads: THE SWAG AND THE SHINER I HELD A LADY ...but I don't think this one has, so I transcribed what I could from a sound sample. Maybe it will jog someone's memory. PEARLY (LITTLE RED) Gordon Bok ...but if you've got a minute and nothing to do Could you head me up for the air? Well, he pointed his finger back over me shoulder. I peered away through the gloom, And there, sure enough, was an exit sign, Bright as the crack of doom. Well, I thanked him as nicely as ever I knew.... |
Subject: Lyr Add: PEARLY (Gordon Bok) From: Mark Cohen Date: 31 Oct 05 - 12:38 AM It's in Gordon's new songbook, "One to Sing, One to Haul," which is wonderful. PEARLY (c)1983 Gordon Bok BMI Down in the dark and the doom of the city, There's a monstrous old gathering hall And a man there making a windy long speech To the lords and ladies all Fifteen thousand, twenty thousand people Milling and murmuring there And this ain't the place, says I to myself For a fellow that needs the fresh air So I asked for directions to get me outside And I followed them all for sure And I ended up down, ten floors underground And I never saw an exit door The first live sould I saw was a policeman He was long, he was leaning on a rail I says, I'll get to him before he sees me And ferries me off to the jail So I ease myself up on his starboard quarter I says, Excuse me, your honor, for sure But if you've got a minute and nothing to do Could you head me out toward the air? Well, he pointed his finger back over my shoulder And I peered away through the gloom And there, sure enough, was an exit sign Bright as the crack of doom Well, I thanked him as nicely as ever I knew And I eased my way toward the door But he fell into step with me, right along side I could hear his heels on the floor Well he smiled like the sharks out off Little Green Island He had teeth all over his face He says, You know there's folks 'd give an arm and a leg Just to get into this place Oh boy! thinks I, I've got my foot in it now I never should have come to this town And I don't know what I'm doin' here now But I'm sure I'm doin' it wrong He says, There's people travel all over the country Just to come and see this thing But if I know your type, you'd rather sit around home And listen to Little Red sing Little Red, I said, I'll be damned! I said I got a friend by that name back home And he smiles and says, Look, in this crazy world You got to call them like they come And I can tell a Maine man any damn where I can tell him by his tongue And you ain't that far from the exit door But you're a damn long way from home Well, he laughs till the echoes laugh again He says, OK, hold out your paws So I closed my eyes, and I held out my hands Like my fingers were breaking the laws And there was blueberries, blackberries Tumbled into my hand Rosehips bright with the smell of the night From off of the summer land He says, little sister stayed home on the island She visits us now and again Brings us all she can pick from the hills And it sure does taste like home Well, we stood in the darkness chomping them berries Eating them out of our hand And my heart went away to the rocks and the bays And my friends in that lonesome land He says, Tell me, speaking of our mutual friend How that tough little fast picking fool Can find his way through the brambles and rocks Of a homesick Maine man's soul Ah, but I guess he knows when the days get too long And the morning comes too soon There's nothing will know off the edge of your troubles Like picking an old-time tune Well, he stowed the empty bag away in his pocket Turned on his heel to go And says, Well, good luck, and if you see Little Red Tell him Pearly says hello Gordon's note on this song is wonderful: "This was a very vivid dream that hauled me out of the sack at about 4:00 AM one morning. I wrote it down on a huge piece of wrapping paper and it kept me going right through breakfast. Like most dreams, it exposes a fellow's neuroses -- in this case, authority, crowded places, claustrophobia, and the thought that you might never get-back-home. Little Red was the name the cop used, and we both know we were talking about Dave Mallet, though his real name never came up in the dream. At one of our all-too-infrequent meetings, I asked Dave if the name "Little Red" meant anything to him. He said, "How could you know that? That's the name my older brothers used to call me when we were kids." I forgot to ask him if he ever knew a Pearly... I finally met Pearly, but not until years later, when he was Police Chief in Rockport. A good man, wise and kind, as you'd expect from the song. I noticed that, as I was writing this, a certain Mallet-style was creeping into it, hence the use of the old traditional tune, "The Blue Skirt Waltz" that I used to play with Capt. Hawkins back on the schooners." Aloha, Mark |
Subject: RE: Lyrics: songs from Bok's 'Return to the Land' From: Mark Cohen Date: 01 Nov 05 - 01:20 AM Refresh, to give it a chance to be harvested... |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Pearly [Little Red] (Gordon Bok) From: GUEST Date: 12 Dec 16 - 07:36 PM Anyone got the lyrics to Return To The Land from the recording of the same name? |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Pearly [Little Red] (Gordon Bok) From: GUEST,Maeve Date: 12 Dec 16 - 09:51 PM Gordon is happy to help with questions about his music. Visit timberheadmusic.com for most lyrics, general information, purchases, etc. Maeve |
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