Fire Out There, Written And Performed By Craig Hubbard

Gerry Hubbard · Fire Out There - Written And Performed By Craig Hubbard

Craig Does The Boss's Brilliant Disguise

Brilliant Disguise

Bruce Springsteen

I hold you in my arms
As the band plays
What are those words whispered baby
Just as you turn away
I saw you last night
Out on the edge of town
I want to read your mind
To know just what I've got in this new thing I've found
So tell me what I see
When I look in your eyes
Is that you baby
Or just a brilliant disguise

I heard somebody call your name
From underneath our willow
I saw something tucked in shame
Underneath your pillow
Well I've tried so hard baby
But I just can't see
What a woman like you
Is doing with me
So tell me who I see
When I look in your eyes
Is that you baby
Or just a brilliant disguise

Now look at me baby
Struggling to do everything right
And then it all falls apart
When out go the lights
I'm just a lonely pilgrim
I walk this world in wealth
I want…

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Circles And Lines, David G Hubbard

Circles and Lines

David Hubbard © November 10, 2019

In the meadow

A stiletto

I would bet, Oh,

I could get a word with her

She was older

But I told her 

I was bolder

I could shoulder anything

She held me like I was a child 

Unsullied, undefiled

Her eyes, they burned in me

And in the night we danced divine 

In circles and in lines

In time with everything

She was braver 

I could savor

The palaver

Of a raver high on X

In slow motion

A commotion

And the cold sun

On the ocean beating down

And in the night we danced divine 

In circles and in lines

In time with everything

She held me like I was a child 

Unsullied, undefiled

Her eyes, they burned inside of me

She was a dancer 

I was the dance floor

I was a copper 

She was a crime

I couldn’t stop her

But, man, I wanted her

To do it over 

So many times

She was a problem 

I was a problem

That simple math

Just couldn’t define

She lit a path

I followed, if awkward

And we danced 

In circles and lines

Craig Does Tragically Hip's Fiddlers Green

Arbor Day (Interrupted) By Gerry Hubbard, Performed By David Hubbard

Arbor Day

In the northwest Catskill mountains there’s a tree upon a lawn

And it must have had a million views of glee and rights and wrongs

Bore storms of rain and ice and sleet and winds that cut to bone

And all the while surveilled the stead that eight kids called our home

Near eighty years it stands there still, it’s drawn a lot of grief

From kids and cows and cats and dogs that used it for relief

To scratch and mark their turf and climb the shady branches high

To revel in the rustling leaves and sights of endless sky

Linemen cut a tunnel through to let the power run

It stands now like a “Pacman”, not having any fun

Susan’s leery of that tree since birds fell to their death

She thinks the power lines touched leaves and purloined their last breath

Thirty-thirties, twenty twos and shotgun slugs galore

Have pierced its hide and left the scars that fingers can explore

Almost girdled several times with axes, saws, and knives

It took it all and stands there tall, a sentinel of our lives

Dad got it from a rocky patch because of country lore

“Sown on stone, thrive in soil, it’s hardy to the core..”

Births and deaths and family rifts, it stood in silent guard

As family worked and wept and wed around and in the yard

Butchered pigs and deer and calves were hung from that old tree

It anchored wagons, cars and trucks and bulls that tried to flee

It shaded picnics, broken hearts and lots of books to read

It stood there silent, statuesque and never seemed to heed

The measles, mumps, and broken bones, pink eye, and ticks, and stings

Bruises, scratches, bumps and cuts, kicks and bites and dings

Eight kids living “country” and growing up real fast

Just looking to the future, not caring for the past

Marine Corps, Army, Navy called to get us off the farm

Five kids served and five came home safe and free from harm

Homecomings sweet and shaded all around that battered tree

It stood there silent, watching? I wonder, “Could it see?”

And did it revel in the joy and suffer from the sad

And did it comprehend at all the mere short time we had

While it could live two hundred years, standing tall and straight

The youngest son at fifty-eight passed through that final gate

About a hundred years from now with all great grandkids grown

When all of us and our kids are bare and silent bone

Will they go back up to “The Hill” to smell and feel and see

The wonder and the magic of that dauntless, scarred old tree?

Susan Ciacci Oh, I love that song about our tree we all knew so well.
It's part of us. In later years, when it was cut out for the electric lines,
I called it the Pac Man tree. When the branches touched the wires,
Mom and I would sometimes find a dead bird on the ground. We figured it had been electrocuted.
Since then, I never messed around that tree much.

David Does The Cars

David Does The Fourth of July - Cover - Dave Alvin - Beijing, July 4, 2018

David Does Springsteen...

Zero Latitude, Written And Performed By Jeffrey Hubbard

I Don't Want To Miss You..Tribute To Douglas Maynard Hubbard By His Son Jefferey Hubbard....

With You Today, Jeffrey Hubbard

I was with you the day when you went down the wrong way of a one way baby
 Didn’t have much to say. 
 With you today 
 The sun was shining and we we’re smiling As the time sailed away Wishing you could stay.  
With you today 
 I have to tell you that you’re the best thing man has seen am I’m living a dream 
With you today 
You don’t have to go You don’t have to stay We’ll alway have the memories  
Of this day 
 So take my hand and walk beside me and we go down by the bay 
Oh that’s the way 
With you today 
 With you today

"Miss You", Jeffery Hubbard's Tribute To His Dad And My Brother, Douglas Maynard Hubbard

The time has come
We’ve been living on the run
Things need to change
They can’t remain the same

And I don’t want to miss you
I don’t want to be sad
I don’t want to miss you
I don’t want to think about all that we ever had
I don’t want to miss you

This feeling inside
I can no longer hide
It hurts so much
Like burn that you touch

I don’t like the pain
Feels like a hard pouring rain
Filling up my brain
It’s driving me insane

And I don’t want to miss you
I don’t want to be sad
I don’t want to miss you
I don’t want to think about all that we ever had
I don’t want to miss you

Bridge - The hurt it won’t stop
It’s hard to explain
I want to cry out loud
But I hide all the pain inside
And I don’t want to miss you
I don’t want to be sad
I don’t want to miss you
I don’t want to think about all that we ever had

David Does Kris....

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David Does Copper Canteen By Dave McMurtry

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David Does Tiger Lilly By Luna

David Does I'm Alive By Jackson Brown

David Does Working On The Highway By Bruce Springsteen

2014 Hubbard Family Reunion: I'm Coming Home, Robert Earle Keene

David Does I'm Coming Home By Robert Earle Keene

David Does Copper Canteen by James McMurtry....

Take Me On By A Ha, Performed By Craig Hubbard

Take On Me, by A-ha.

We’re talking away, I don’t know what 
I'm to say I'll say it anyway 
Today's another day to find you 
Shying away 
I'll be coming for your love, okay? 

Take on me. 
Take me on.
I’ll be gone.  
In a day or two.  

So needless to say 
I'm odds and ends 
I'll be stumbling away 
Slowly learning that life is OK
Say after me 
It's no better to be safe than sorry

Take on me. 
Take me on.
I’ll be gone.  
In a day or two.  

Oh the things that you say 
Is it live or 
Just to play my worries away 
You're all the things 
I've got to remember 
You're shying away 
I'll be coming for you anyway

Take on me. 
Take me on.
I’ll be gone.  
In a day or two
In a day or two
In a day or two  

A Little Bit Louder, Written And Performed By Craig Hubbard

A Little Bit Louder
 I’m all alone in this haunted house. 
 Buckets of rain keep falling down. .
 I swear I saw your face in the light. 
But baby there ain’t nothing here but ghosts tonight. 
 Telephone ain’t ringing. 
 The birds they ain’t singing. 
 But I think I’ve made up my mind.
 It’s time. It’s time. 
 Turn it on, turn it up, 
turn the radio on, a little bit louder.
 Not another night in this old house alone, 
chip on my shoulder. 
Gonna tear it up,drink you off my mind. 
See, I told ya. Turn it on, turn it up, 
turn the radio on, a little bit louder. 
 I know you ain’t the one who let us down 
 It’s been building up for some time. 
 I’m not the best at keeping score. 
 But babe it’s you who walked out that door.

You Kill Me, Written And Performed By David Hubbard

You Kill Me – by David Hubbard, ©2016  
I know I never tell you that I love you 
But I am always thinking of you 
You are a bright, bright light 
In my deep dark night 
I could never place another girl above you 

Sometimes you kill me with your pretty smile 
I often think for you I’d walk a hundred miles 
And I know that rarely ever of me 
But I’ve always been way too blind to see

You usually drink a milkshake in the morning 
Occasionally, you’re angry without warning 
You own a big, big part 
Of my aching heart 
This just isn’t the state that I was born in

Sometimes you kill me with your pretty laugh 
I often think your glance could break my heart in half 
And I know you hardly ever think of me 
But I’ve always been way too blind to see

My friends tell me I’m losing my mind
I’ve got a box; it’s filled with tears all the time 
I just tell them it isn’t so bad 
I always say you are the best thing I’ve never had
 It’s just got to get better than this 
I’m missing out, and more than that, I’m missing your kiss 
You kill me, Baby, you’re killing me

I never look at you without revealing 
The sum of the emotions that I’m feeling 
And though I try and try 
I just don’t know why 
You always walk away and leave me reeling

Sometimes you kill me with the things you say 
I often dream you’ll fall in love with me some day 
But I know you never ever think of me 
And it’s bringing me down, yeah 
It’s bringing me down 
‘Cause I’ve always been way too blind to see

David Does Bob McDill's "If You Think I'm Crazy Now (You Should Have Seen Me When I Was A Kid)"

"If You Think I'm Crazy Now (You Should Have Seen Me When I Was A Kid)"

I been wired since I can't remember when
You seen me out, most every night with a dissipated grin
All my life I been labeled loob and lout
But now I think, I'm finally wearin' down

I may rock and and may roll, I may sleep out in the cold
But I can still stay up the six days in the row
But I know the things I do don't compare with the things I did
If you think I'm crazy now, should've seen me when I was a kid

I been wild yeah, I been wasted stoned and stooped
Stayed out nights and started fights and mowed out two bar stools
All these years but it's been bedrooms bars and beers
But now, I'm in this finally drawnin' near.

Well, I may rock and and may roll, I may sleep out in the cold
But I can still stay up the six days in the row
But I know the things I do don't compare with the things I did
If you think I'm crazy now, should've seen me when I was a kid

If you think I'm crazy now, should've seen me when I was a kid

Kris Kristofferson's The Pilgrim, Chapter 33 By Gerry Hubbard

See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans,
Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile
Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams,
Which he spent like they was goin' outta style
And he keeps right on a'changin' for the better or the worse,
Searchin' for a shrine he's never found
Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse,
Or if the goin' up was worth the comin' down

He's a poet, he's a picker
He's a prophet, he's a pusher
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.

He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars,
And he's traded in tomorrow for today
Runnin' from his devils, lord, and reachin' for the stars,
And losin' all he's loved along the way
But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse,
And all he ever gets is older and around
>from the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse,
The goin' up was worth the comin' down

He's a poet, he's a picker
He's a prophet, he's a pusher
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.
There's a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home.

David Does "I Can See Clearly Now" (The Rain Is Gone) by Johnny Nash

 

I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)
Sun-Shiny day.

I think I can make it now, the pain is gone
All of the bad feelings have disappeared
Here is the rainbow I've been prayin' for
It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)
Sun-Shiny day.

Look all around, there's nothin' but blue skies
Look straight ahead, nothin' but blue skies

I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)
Sun-Shiny day

Craig Hubbard Does Queen's Crazy Little Thing Called Love

This thing called love, 

I just can't handle it
This thing called love, 

I must get round to it
I ain't ready
Crazy little thing called love

This thing Called love
It cries In a cradle all night
It swings. It jives
It shakes all over like a jelly fish
I kinda like it
Crazy little thing called love

There goes my baby
She knows how to rock 'n' roll
She drives me crazy
She gives me hot and cold fever
Then she leaves me in a cool cool sweat

I gotta be cool, relax, get hip
And get on my track's
Take a back seat, hitch-hike
And take a long ride on my motorbike
Until I'm ready
Crazy little thing called love

  Haunted House - Ryan Adams

Welcome to my haunted house
I live here alone, ain't no one else
It's the last house at the end of the block
My friends all disappear one by one

The cracks in the windows and the spiders, they crawl
Across the lattice from 1924
Life is too sweet, yeah, and life is too short
And there's nowhere to fall

I don't want to live in this haunted house anymore
I don't want to live in this haunted house anymore

There's a painting on the wall
I see its eyes watching me as I walk on down the hall
Nobody stops to write, nobody calls
My friends all disappear
They all got lost

The cracks in the windows and the spiders, they crawl
Across the lattice from 1924
Life is too sweet, man, and life is too short
And there's nowhere to fall

I don't want to live in this haunted house anymore
I don't want to live in this haunted house anymore

"Shoes Had Laces", written by Matt Clark, Performed By David Hubbard

PopPop writes a blog about things he's seen and done 
How things have changed since olden days when he was very young. 
We didn't have a wii said he but we still had some fun 
Yes, things were very different when my PopPop was young.

 Shoes had laces, clocks had hands and faces You didn't take your phone when you went to different places The phone was attached to the wall and it didn't do anything but call 

 Things were different when my Dad was a kid, at least that's what he said. 
The phone numbers for all his friends were kept up in his head 
They used a giant paper map instead of being led 
By a gps but I guess they just stayed home instead. 

 Shoes had laces, clocks had hands and faces 
You didn't take your phone when you went to different places 
The phone was attached to the wall and it didn't do anything but call 

 Shoes had laces, clocks had hands and faces 
You didn't take your phone when you went to different places 
The phone was attached to the wall and it didn't do anything but call

"I'm Coming Home", Robert Earle Keen, By David Hubbard

Packed my suitcase and I racked my brain
Bought a ticket on a late night train
Took a taxi through the pourin' rain
I'm comin' home to you

Flew from Boston out to San Jose
Sae our old friends in Monterrey Bay
When they asked me if I'd like to stay
I said I'm comin' home to you

I'm comin' home
Made up my mind that's what I'm gonna do
Can't love nobody on the telephone
I'm comin' home to you

They threw a party there from dusk 'till dawn
Seems like everybody knows old sleepy John
He said next time I better bring you along
I'm comin' home to you

They had fresh caught salmon on the bareques
There were people jammin' all night to the blues
Life is good out in Santa Cruz but
I'm comin' home to you

I drove forever out to God knows where
Come ten-thirty there was no one there
They couldn't pay me but I didn't care
I'm comin' home to you

I'm feelin' better since I got your card
I read it over and over when the road gets hard
Ain't nothin' better than your own backyard
I'm comin' home to you

I'm comin' home
Made up my mind that's what I'm gonna do
Can't love nobody on the telephone
I'm comin' home to you

I'm comin' home
Made up my mind that's what I'm gonna do
Can't love nobody on the telephone
I'm comin' home to you

Packed my suitcase and I racked my brain
Bought a ticket on the late night train
Took a taxi in the pourin' rain

Maybe Tomorrow, Written & Performed By Craig Hubbard

Maybe Tomorrow

I could go to Dayton I guess.

It’s good to know my options are open

Maybe I’ve been wasting my time. 

Feel the same as when it was snowing. 

Well I know it doesn't matter where we runt to. 

You don’t find freedom from running. 

But I don’t think I’ve smiled in two days. 

If I did I did it unknowing. 

I don’t want to lie to you.  I don’t want to cry for you. 

I just want to hold you. 

And I won’t upset you, baby, I won’t obsess you, honey. 

I just want to know you. . 

I drove to Memphis once. 

A thousand miles passing below me. 

I watched the sun go down with my friends. 

That weekend no body owed me. 

The blues were like magic honey. 

Dripping from electric guitars.

Well now that’s what’s inside me, sweetheart. 

One can’t be a threat when he’s just drowning in bars.  

I don’t want to lie to you.  I don’t want to cry for you. 

I just want to hold you. 

And I won’t upset you, baby, I won’t obsess you, honey. 

I just want to know you. . 

And I guess I’ll suffer for you.  I pay my penance. 

Because my sentence is due. 

I know that isn’t your choice. 

 I always do this, but it’ll be over quick. 

Because.  Maybe I’ll take action. 

Maybe I’ll take action tomorrow. 

Because, because.  Maybe I’ll take action. 

Maybe I’ll take action tomorrow.

Maybe I’ll take action, baby 

Maybe I’ll take action, honey.  Tomorrow. 

Tomorrow. Tomorrow. 

Tomorrow. Tomorrow. 

I’ll come by tomorrow. 

If I get the nerve.  

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Down To The Wagon Wheel, Written & Performed By Craig Hubbard

DOWN TO THE WAGON WHEEL

Just another Saturday night.
I got a beer and a whiskey back.
I’ll just sit here watching TV.
Till the whiskey makes me crack.

Cause I like to smoke.  I like to drink.
Till I see the bottom of my glass.
Sometimes I swear. I ain’t afraid to fight.
If you don’t like it, you can kiss my ass

It’s been a long way down.
Last year my house went up.
For auction with the county men.
They’re so god damn corrupt.


Felt good at election time.
Came together as a single voice.
To bring our America back.
Felt like I didn’t have a choice.

But now it’s just another Saturday night.
And I got nothing better to do.
Drunk drive down to the Wagon Wheel.
And put back a shot or two.

David Hubbard Sings & Plays James Taylor's Bartender Blues...

"Bartender's Blues" is Taylor's attempt to stretch into writing country music, which was not the typical genre Taylor wrote in.[1] It was also an attempt to provide a different perspective from the common country music theme of a customer telling his troubles to the bartender.[1] In this song, the bartender gets to narrate his story.[1] The bartender feels trapped and unhappy in his job, and is looking for a "honky tonk angel" to come save him.

George Jones covered "Bartender's Blues" as the title track of his 1978 album Bartender's Blues.^[3] James Taylor sang background vocals on this version.^[6]  

"Bartender's Blues"

Well, I'm just a bartender
And I don't like my work
But I don't mind the money at all
I've seen lots of sad faces
And lots of bad cases
Of folks with their backs to the wall

[Chorus:]
But I got four walls around me, to hold my life
To keep me from going astray
And a honky tonk angel, to hold me tight
To keep me from slipping away

Well I can light up your smokes
I can laugh at your jokes
I can watch you fall down on your knees
I can close down this bar
Oh and gas up my car
And I can pack up and mail in my keys

[Chorus:]
But I got four walls around me, to hold my life
To keep me from going astray
And a honky tonk angel, to hold me tight
To keep me from slipping away

Now the smoke fills the air
Of this honky tonk bar
And I'm thinkin' bout where I'd rather be
But I burned all my bridges
And I sunk all my ships
And I'm stranded at the edge of the sea

[Chorus:]
But I got four walls around me, to hold my life
To keep me from going astray
And a honky tonk angel, to hold me tight
To keep me from slipping away...