Bobby Peru, Luna, Covered By David Hubbard

Bobby Peru, Luna

Covered By David Hubbard

I told lies to your family concerning your whereabouts
They feel so sorry for me
I invented jealous stories, my imagination ran wild
I made myself so angry

The night that you insulted me I lay awake thinkin'
Clever things I could have said
My thoughts kept turning to Bobby Peru
How would he handle this one?

'S' is for sorry for all that I did
Now is the time to turn it all around
I know what's the matter, so why can't I fix it?
Forgive me please

I had lunch with an old girlfriend who knows all my faults
And pretends to want to help
She said I really don't mind your keeping secrets from me
But please don't keep them from yourself

Murder is bad, and suicide is sad
Why would a girl like that put her head in the oven?
You have your theories and I have one too
It's such a waste

'S' is for sorry for all that I did
Now is the time to turn it all around
I know what's matter, so why can't I fix it?

This feeling is eternal, for as long as it lasts
Now is the time to turn it all around
I know what's matter, I'm trying to fix it?
Forgive me please

'S' is for sorry for all that I did
Now is the time to turn it all around
I really don't mind you keeping secrets from me
But please don't keep them from yourself

The Distance, Written And Performed By Clara Baker

This is a demo of some of my original work to share with friends and family. It was recorded in March 2011 in Lawrence, KS.

THE DISTANCE
The rain falls fast
In my mind
Cause everywhere I glance
You are the sky

I know the sun from your window
The distance in my mind
The cold walk in the morning
Ended with a kiss goodbye, Goodbye

With both feet on the ground
Winter sings in this small town
To lie, I don’t mind being alone
No, it’s just the drive and the silence that gets to me

I sleep for months without dreaming
Now forever tired
Alone til the day you’ll ask me
What truth is there in rhyme

With both feet on the ground
Winter sings in this small town
Til I don’t mind being alone
It’s just your eyes and your smile still get to me
Til I don’t mind being alone
It’s just the silence and the distance that gets to me
That gets to me

My Old Friend, Written And Performed By Craig Hubbard

Where have you gone to my old friend?
Now that we have more ground to defend.
You said you’d run with me till the end.
Where have you gone to my old friend?

I remember you smilin.
I remember the day.
When I gave your bouquet.

Where have you gone to my old friend?
With so many mountains to ascend.
You said you’d run with me till the end.
Where have you gone to my old friend?

When you said you loved me.
You took my hand.
It was unspoken master plan.

How time’s tried you.
Could you forget that so soon?
I write this love song alone in our room.

Where have you gone to my old friend?
I can’t die alone here in Cleveland.
You said you’d run with me till the end.
So, where have you gone to my old friend
Where have you gone to my old friend

You Quoted Wilde, David And Craig Hubbard

You Quoted Wilde

You Quoted Wilde, written and performed by David and Craig Hubbard

Cleveland left me in the morning, she said I won’t be back this way
I held a dollar out and said take this with you it’ll help you out
The streets of California are warm and just and hard and cold and mellow
You could have done it all right here but for time and the time is right
She always said she was made for something I knew I couldn’t settle

She’s moving out so pretty, I’m moving out of this city

If you get to California, you can get to know all my friends
I’m not promising wine or floats but I think they’ll take you in
The night is rushed and flushed and I’m in line with time I'm better
You could have told me things face to face but you wrote and you quoted Wilde
I never did give a damn about him so I burned that letter

She’s moving out so pretty, I’m moving out of this city

A time she had anger to allay, allay, allay, allay
Life was a great ballet, ballet, ballet....
At times she had anger to allay, allay, allay, allay
Life was a great ballet, ballet, ballet...

She’s moving out so pretty, I’m moving out of this city
She’s moving out so pretty, I’m moving out of this city
She’s moving out so pretty, I’m moving out of this city
I never did give a damn about him so I burned that letter

"How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being."
Oscar Wilde


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Hank And Jesus, Written And Performed By Dan Weber

Hank And Jesus, Dan Weber

South of Louisville, Kentucky, on I-65
I pulled into a rest stop, before I pushed on through the night
I met a Deadhead with a backpack, and man, I knew that guy
He asked if you’re headin’ south, I could really use the ride
But I’m only on the interstate, just as far as Bowling Green
Then I’m cuttin’ west towards Memphis, where the blues don’t treat you mean

Chorus: 
And we drove the blue highways, across Tennessee and back
But I don’t recall, not even once, stoppin’ for gas
He said I know you won’t believe me, but that’s alright
I just wanted someone, to talk with tonight

So I drove and he told stories, but they started sounding weird
Like he’d been to Woodstock, and never came back from there
He said friends of his were Angels, and most of them were Saints
Except this one guy named Judas, who he swore had been framed
Well he believed what he was saying, but me I had my doubts
So I pulled off at a bar, hoping he might clear out [Chorus]
Bridge

In the parking lot he came clean, said he was Jesus Christ
And I said Yeah, then I’m Hank Williams man, and maybe you should drive
He said Hank was back with Audrey now, and they were doing fine
But you know that not a one of us, get’s out of this world alive

So it’s a 100 miles to Memphis, in the middle of the night 
With those high-beams searching, for just a little light
He said life is like this two-lane road, it’s a crooked deal
I said she pulls a little to the left, Jesus! keep both hands on the wheel!

Chorus: 
And we drove the blue highways, across Tennessee and back
But I don’t recall, not even once, stoppin’ for gas
He said I know you won’t believe me, but that’s alright
I just wanted someone, to talk with tonight

Coda: 
He said I know you don’t believe in me, but that’s alright
I just wanted someone, to talk with tonight

Andalucia, David Hubbard, by John Cale

Andalucia,

John Cale, The Velvet Underground

David Hubbard 

Andalucia when can I see you
When it is snowing out again
Farmer john wants you
Louder and softer closer and dearer
Then again
Needing you taking you keeping you leaving you
In a year and a day to be sure
That your face doesn't alter
Your words never falter -- I love you
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I'll be here waiting later and later
Hoping the night will go away
Andalucia castles and Christians
Andalucia come to stay
You were lost, once before, on a day much like this
When you'd made up your mind not to come
And I couldn't persuade you
Or wait till tomorrow -- or pass the time

MOTHER’S DAY Andy Anderson

Mother's Day

MOTHER’S DAY   Andy Anderson – 11/13/2011     

Every Sunday afternoon I leave my house and take a drive
out  to see my mother, at the home where she resides
It’s a very pleasant journey, when the weather is OK
and I’m proud to say I rarely fail to visit…. on that day

I arrive just after two, and check-in at the desk
where they tell me how she’s doing, as I sign in as a guest
The staff there is so friendly, and they know me every time
and remark on my devotion, as I tell them….I don’t mind     

I amble down the corridor, and pass the large dance hall
where residents take their meals, as the staff observes them all
I wonder if the bingo cage, was spun the night before
and if anybody ever really danced….....upon that floor

As I come to room 11,  I catch my sweet old mom
gazing out the window, watching robins on the lawn
As lightly as I can, I rap my fingers on the jamb
she turns and smiles, and asks me…… who I am…..

And I gather.. all my courage.. as my hopes, comes crashing down……
like Windows on the World.. lying shattered on the ground…….   
  
I tell her I’m her son and let the sadness fade away
I ask her how she’s doing, wish her happy Mother’s Day
She grins and tells me all about, a choir who came last night
children singing Christmas carols, little faces ………shining bright

And though I’ve heard this many times, I act as if it’s new
and hope she cannot hear, my heart snap again in two
I nod and I envision, children singing for my mum
unaware she’s their special ghost of Christmas… yet to come    

The visit passes slowly, and an aide stops by to say
it’s time for mom rest, but I am welcome any day
Mom’s grin dissolves, and she says she’s glad I came
and she asks me if I wouldn’t mind……telling her my name

The drive back home is somber, mixed with worry and despair
again she was no different, from the last time I was there
I recall the vibrant lady who so loved me every day
and how terribly I’ve missed her, ever since she…. went away….  

And I gather.. all my courage.. as my hopes, comes crashing down……
like Windows on the World.. lying shattered on the ground…….   
I know, next week I’ll return If not me, who else would go?
And I wish myself a very, merry, Mother’s Day….Ho ho ho…   

The Children's Christmas Curse

The Children’s Christmas Curse

Christmas time at the Baptist Church, at six years old I had to work

 to learn my solo hymn for the Christmas show.

“Away in a manger, no crib for a bed” were words I’d drilled deep in my head but what came out that night I still don’t know.

‘Though I practiced hard to learn that tune and words,

The stage fright made it all just lights and blurs.

As I ran off to find my pew, deep in my heart I really knew, a show biz job was one I’d never do.

Little kids, most scared to death, would mount  the stage and loose their breath

And stand  like deer in headlights on the road.

When  mother’s prompting did not work, they stared and stammered, some with quirks, then ran for safety in a panic mode.

But some cool kids stood there serene and calm,

And spoke their “piece” without a hitch or qualm.

Their folks were filled with joy and pride, while I looked for a place to hide.

That Christmas show was stress I can’t abide.

When I think of  a Christmas show, I think of all those kids that know they’re probably going to blow their Christmas “saying”.

It doesn't matter what they do, rehearse and practice, do voodoo, their cool & calm and memory’s just not staying

They take the stage all brave but all alone

And most will wish that they had just stayed home.

And they’ll look back through all the years of loves and laughs and smiles and tears and think of standing, frozen like a stone.

So now when Christmas comes around, I see the joyful sights and sounds

And think of that cold night in that old church.

The clearest memory I recall was standing like beneath a pall as mind and body left me in the lurch.

Now I buy gifts and gild the tree and be the dad I’m meant to be but stay away from hymns and bible verse.

‘Cause in my mind I’m still that boy and that night’s end sure brought me joy as I endured the children’s Christmas curse.

"Goodbye", Steve Earle, By Craig Hubbard

"Goodbye", Steve Earle, By Craig Hubbard

I remember holdin on to you
All them long and lonely nights I put you through 
Somewhere in there I’m sure I made you cry 
But I can’t remember if we said goodbye 

But I recall all of them nights down in Mexico 
That’s one place I may never go in my life again 
Was I off somewhere or just too high 
But I can’t remember if we said goodbye 

And I miss you here every now and then 
Like the warn breeze blowin; up from the Caribbean 
Each November I break down and cry 
But I can’t remember if we said goodbye 

And I recall all of them nights down in Mexico 
That’s one place I may never go in my life again 
Was I just off somewhere or just too high 
But I can’t remember if we said goodbye 
No I can’t remember if we said goodbye

Goodbye To Dad, Written and Performed By Dan Weber

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Got a box in the mail today, COD, signed my name
Inside was a plastic bag
Three thousand miles from home,
Little bits of ash and bone
I broke the seal, said Hello Dad

Out to the yard to get some air, Dad sat in my favorite chair
And I made us a couple of drinks
But Dad he can’t drink no more
So what the hell is Heaven for
I wondered what my old man might say

But we got along just fine
I drank his glass, right after mine
And I threw a handful in the wind and I said goodbye to dad

I took Dad for a good long drive and tried to let the years unwind
And I rev’ed it up to a hundred and ten

It was one of those perfect days

After a week of rain
You know it happens now and then
State trooper he slowed us down, when I saw his lights flash on
And I got pulled over once again
He asked me where the fire was
An I told him just because
Then I introduced him to Dad

And they got along just fine,
He gave us a warning, said to watch the signs
And I threw a handful in the wind and I said goodbye to Dad

This ain’t how it's supposed to go
Mom should be here, God knows she knows
And I still don’t understand
Why I never said goodbye to my old man

I threw Dad in the ocean too, and a secret lake that we both knew
And he even jumped on a moving train
I mailed him to Alaska too something he always wanted to do
And I waved goodbye to his plane

And we got along just fine
I took him down to the lake one last time
And I threw a handful in the wind
And I said goodbye to Dad......I got a box in the mail today….

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You Can Be Sheena, Written and Performed By Craig Hubbard

You Can Be Sheena, Written and Performed By Craig Hubbard

It’s finally come to me this time how we can be happy now
Only the sun and sea can ever make us happy now
You need two pair of jeans some tee shirts and a summer gown
I’ll bring the things to build a fire, let’s get out of town

So let’s start up, waiting to break my heart up
Gather the things you think of, close your bank account
And tell your boss you’re leaving
You know the sun’s up, we won’t be playing no catch up
We’ll watch the ships as they sail off, say goodbye to your friends
And let’s move to the jungle
Oh please, let’s swinging in the trees,
With the birds and the honey bees
Time will pass with ease and you can be Sheena
The Queen and you will hunt for me
We’ll do just what we please
Trade in the serving scene, living and cheap wine and sunshine……

We don’t need the Internet, mobile phones or direct TV
I can live without Facebook friends, Linkin and my Twitter feed
You need two pair of jeans some tee shirts and some magazines
I’ll bring my new Swiss Army Knife and I’ll blow out a here clean

So let’s start up, waiting to break my heart up
Gather the things you think of, close your bank account
And tell your boss you’re leaving
You know the sun’s up, we won’t be playing no catch up
We’ll watch the ships as they sail off, say goodbye to your friends
And we’ll move to the jungle
So please, let’s go swinging in the trees,
With the birds and the honey bees
Time will pass with ease and you can be Sheena
The Queen and you will hunt for me
We’ll do just what we please
Trade in the serving scene, living and cheap wine and sunshine……

Laura And Jon's Wedding Dance

You And Me, Dave Mathews
Performed By Craig Hubbard

Wanna pack your bags
Something small
Take what you need and we disappear
without a trace we’ll be gone, gone
moon and the stars will follow the car
And then when we get to the ocean
Gonna take a boat to the end of the world
all the way to the end of the world

Oh when the kids are old enough
we gonna’ teach them to fly

You and me together
we could do anything, baby
you and me together yes, yes
you and me together
we could do anything, baby
you and me together yes, yes

you and I were not tied to the ground
not falling but rising like rolling around
eyes closed above the rooftops
eyes closed we’re gonna spin through the stars
Our arms wide as the sky we gon ride the blue
all the way to the end of the world
to the end of the world

Oh when the kids are old enough
we gonna teach them to fly

You and me together
we could do anything, baby
you and me together yes, yes
you and me together 
we could do anything, baby
you and me together yes, yes

we can always look back on what we did
always memory  of you and me baby
right now its you and me forever girl
you know we could do better than
anything that we did
you know that you and me
we could do anything

you and me together
we could do anything, baby
you and me together yes,yes
the two of us together
we could do anything baby
you and me together yes, yes
two of us together, yes, yes
two of us together
we could do anything baby

Rosie (Jackson Browne) By David Hubbard

Rosie (Jackson Browne) By David Hubbard

She was standing at the load-in when the trucks rolled up
She was sniffing all around like a half-grown female pup
She wasn't hard to talk to, looked like she had nowhere to go
So I gave her a pass so she could get in to see the show.


I sat her down right next to me and I got her a beer
While I mixed that sound on the stage so the band could hear
The more I watched her watch me play, the less I thought of to say
And when they walked offstage the drummer swept that girl away.


Rosie, you're all right, you wear my ring
When you hold me tight, Rosie, that's my thing
When you turn out the light I got to hand it to me
Looks like it's me and you again tonight, Rosie.


Well, I guess I might have known from the start she'd come for a star
But I told my imagination not to run too far
Of all the times that I've been burned, by now you'd think I'd learn
That it's who you look like, not who you are.


Rosie, you're all right, you wear my ring
When you hold me tight, Rosie, that's my thing
When you turn out the light I got to hand it to me
Looks like it's me and you again tonight, Rosie.