“Running To Stand Still”, Live From The Wedding Tapes, Craig Hubbard Does A U2 Song From The Joshua Tree Albumn
Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
"Magic Carpet" by David Hubbard, Written When He Was Seventeen
“Magic Carpet” an original played by David Hubbard written when he was seventeen…
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
The Speckled Pony, 10 Year Old Craig Hubbard
The Speckled Pony by ten year old Craig Hubbard, guitar and harmony by Gerry Hubbard...live
Death ain’t nothing but a speckled pony, ain’t never been rode
That’s what Freddy Jonesy told me, many bottles ago
And I guess Freddy was the best damned man
Ever stepped in his faded jeans
Everybody said Freddy did everything bad
But he never did anything mean
That death ain’t nothing but a speckled pony, Freddy came to know
Reading his motel bible, in Vaughn, New Mexico
Now there’s lot of trails old man Freddy rode
Won’t never be rode no more
Cause he’s out there lying in a line shack dying
With a chair up against the door
And I recall when Freddy told me when I ride my speckled pony
You can bet that pony will know he’s found a man who’ll ride him well
All my friends have gone before me, but I’ll ride him home to glory
Out of nothin’ but my ornery and my pride in my own self
Now can’t you hear that speckled pony, he’s riding tonight
And Freddy Jones is just a working cowboy and he’s hanging on real tight
In a shack with a cot and a Coleman stove and that cold pan handle wind
There’s a friend of mine who don’t know his kind ain’t never gonna come again
And I recall when Freddy told me how he’d ride his speckled pony
You can bet that pony will know he’s found a man who’ll ride him
All my friends have gone before me, but I’ll ride him home to glory
Out of nothin’ but my ornery and my pride in my own self
The Speckled Pony
Death ain’t nothing but a speckled pony, ain’t never been rode
That’s what Freddy Jonesy told me, many bottles ago
And I guess Freddy was the best damned man
Ever stepped in his faded jeans
Everybody said Freddy did everything bad
But he never did anything mean
That death ain’t nothing but a speckled pony, Freddy came to know
Reading his motel bible, in Vaughn, New Mexico
Now there’s lot of trails old man Freddy rode
Won’t never be rode no more
Cause he’s out there lying in a line shack dying
With a chair up against the door
And I recall when Freddy told me when I ride my speckled pony
You can bet that pony will know he’s found a man who’ll ride him well
All my friends have gone before me, but I’ll ride him home to glory
Out of nothin’ but my ornery and my pride in my own self
Now can’t you hear that speckled pony, he’s riding tonight
And Freddy Jones is just a working cowboy and he’s hanging on real tight
In a shack with a cot and a Coleman stove and that cold pan handle wind
There’s a friend of mine who don’t know his kind ain’t never gonna come again
And I recall when Freddy told me how he’d ride his speckled pony
You can bet that pony will know he’s found a man who’ll ride him
All my friends have gone before me, but I’ll ride him home to glory
Out of nothin’ but my ornery and my pride in my own self
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Vincent Black Lightning, David Hubbard, The Wedding Tapes
Vincent Black Lightning, Richard Thompson, by David Hubbard, The Wedding Tapes….”Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme….” Finally for Karla…
ARTIST: Richard Thompson
TITLE: 1952 Vincent Black Lightning
Lyrics and Chords
Said Red Molly to James that's a fine motorbike
A girl could feel special on any such like
Said James to Red Molly, well my hat's off to you
It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952
And I've seen you at the corners and cafes it seems
Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme
And he pulled her on behind
And down to Box Hill they did ride
/ A - - - D - / - - - - A - / : / E - D A /
/ E - D A - / Bm - D - / - - - - A - - - /
Said James to Red Molly, here's a ring for your right hand
But I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man
I've fought with the law since I was seventeen
I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine
Now I'm 21 years, I might make 22
And I don't mind dying, but for the love of you
And if fate should break my stride
Then I'll give you my Vincent to ride
Come down, come down, Red Molly, called Sergeant McRae
For they've taken young James Adie for armed robbery
Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside
Oh, come down, Red Molly to his dying bedside
When she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left
He was running out of road, he was running out of breath
But he smiled to see her cry
And said I'll give you my Vincent to ride
Says James, in my opinion, there's nothing in this world
Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl
Now Nortons and Indians and Greeveses won't do
They don't have a soul like a Vincent 52
He reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys
He said I've got no further use for these
I see angels on Ariels in leather and chrome
Swooping down from heaven to carry me home
And he gave her one last kiss and died
And he gave her his Vincent to rideWednesday, February 23, 2011
Saturday Morning, Harry Chapin, Vocal Craig Hubbard...
Saturday Morning”, Harry Chapin,
Vocal Craig Hubbard, harmony and guitar David
Vocal Craig Hubbard, harmony and guitar David
Saturday morning and it's growing light.
I look out my window and remember the night.
The story is starting and this story ends
And I feel like I need you again.
Time used to mose softly when I was at home.
It went on without me, and left me alone.
Now it's sits at my shoulder and claws at my hand
And I feel like I need you again.
Chorus:
<Oooh>
A song needs a reason and rhyme.
<Oooh>
My love needs a little more time.
Well, I recall September, and leaves turned brown
Remember October, left leaves on the ground.
And here comes December like an elderly friend.
And I feel like I need you again.
Chorus:
<Oooh>
A song needs a reason and rhyme.
<Oooh>
My love needs a little more time.
I look out my window and remember the night.
The story is starting and this story ends
And I feel like I need you again.
Time used to mose softly when I was at home.
It went on without me, and left me alone.
Now it's sits at my shoulder and claws at my hand
And I feel like I need you again.
Chorus:
<Oooh>
A song needs a reason and rhyme.
<Oooh>
My love needs a little more time.
Well, I recall September, and leaves turned brown
Remember October, left leaves on the ground.
And here comes December like an elderly friend.
And I feel like I need you again.
Chorus:
<Oooh>
A song needs a reason and rhyme.
<Oooh>
My love needs a little more time.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
The Rug Song
The Rug Song, original by David Hubbard..”You turned to me said “Can I have a hug?” then we ended up lying down kissing in the rug…..
Monday, February 21, 2011
Death Ain't Nothing but A Speckled Pony, Gerry Hubbard, David & Craig: The Wedding Tapes
Death Ain’t Nothing But A Speckled Pony, Ain’t Never Been Rode..Live 1995 Gerry Hubbard, David & Craig Hubbard harmonies…The Wedding Tapes 1995
Waiting Is The Hardest Part..Craig Does Tom Petty, Elise Can't Wait
Waiting Is The Hardest Part. Craig Hubbard & Elise who demonstrates that waiting really is the hardest part……
Saturday, February 19, 2011
This Old House, Neil Young by Gerry Hubbard
"This Old House" by Neil Young makes me think of my Mom and Dad when they bought the Hubbard Hill farm from Dad’s parents, Elmer and Agnes Hubbard for one dollar in August, 1938. This was about one month before I was born in my Grandmother Bessie’s house in Lawyersville NY in September, 1938. The picture is of the original deed to the property.
Midnight, that old clock
Keeps ticking,
The kids are all asleep
And I'm walking the floor.
Darlin' I can see
That you're dreaming,
And I don't wanna wake you up
When I close the door.
This old house of ours
Is built on dreams
And a businessman don't know
What that means.
There's a garden outside
She works in every day
And tomorrow morning
A man from the bank's
Gonna come and take it all away.
Lately, I've been thinking
'bout daddy,
And how he always
Made things work,
When the chips were down,
And I know
I've got something inside me
There's always a light
There to guide me
To what can't be found.
This old house of ours
Is built on dreams
And a businessman don't know
What that means.
There's a swing outside
The kids play on every day
And tomorrow morning
A man from the bank's
Gonna come and take it all away.
Take it all away,
Take it all away,
Take it all away.
Take it all away,
Take it all away,
Take it all away.
Remember how we first came
Here together?
Standing on an empty lot,
Holding hands.
Later, we came back
In the moonlight
And made love
Right where the kitchen is,
Then we made our plans.
This old house of ours
Is built on dreams
And a businessman don't know
What that means.
There's a garden outside
She works in every day
And tomorrow morning
A man from the bank's
Gonna come and take it all away.
Take it all away,
Take it all away,
Take it all away.
Take it all away,
Take it all away,
Take it all away.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Spend Eternity, Craig Hubbard, Love, Loss, Final Redemption.
“Spend Eternity” An original by Craig Hubbard, garage band arrangement: Love, Loss, Final Redemption.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Burn, Original By David Hubbard, Garage Band Arrangement
“The City”, original written and performed by David
"Burn" original written and performed by David Hubbard, garage band arrangement. Rap genre….
David Hubbard © 2009
I won’t say it if it don’t make you feel fine
I don’t play it that way - I like to make time
The night’s all about us – it don’t go slow
Above lights, dust hangs like a halo
The heat’s all ablaze in 2 places
It rises in stages and waxes and wanes
in a shimmering, contagious. It’s born and it ages,
it idles and hides, and it lurches and rages
The city is great and frost-covered
A consummate place for two lovers
You’re breathing your name on the window
Below beams, eyes gleam in the dim glow
Above leaves, light breathes in the deep snow
Out in the night the heart thieves go
We can give and forgive and deliver
Like the last arrows in a quiver
And time catches up from behind us
It lurches along as it searches and finds us
It chides us sometimes, but that’s just to remind us
The good and the bad is before and behind us
And didn’t you look pretty
And didn’t you look right
Out in the city that night
And you’re coming out of it, Girl
And you’re doing fine
Out in the city tonight!
I won’t say it if it don’t make you feel fine
I don’t play it that way; I like to make time
The night’s all about us, so don’t go slow
In the shimmering, undulating half-glow
And the sting on my lips from the static
is sharp and dramatic. Entwined with the pain
is a pattern erratic. And your aromatics
are leaving my brain and my body ecstatic
And your shimmering eyes make me shiver
In the glimmering light of the river
I’ll happily go where you lead me
Below trees, night flees as you free me
Above leaves, light breathes as you leave me
Being with you is so easy
And we can take and partake and discover
Walk ‘til we find a place to love and take cover
And morning will sing as we’re bringing it in
There’s a sting on my lips as they’re leaving your skin
It’s such a delicate thing that we gently begin
And we smile for a while before we fall in
And didn’t you look pretty
And didn’t you look right
Out in the city that night
And you’re coming out of it, Girl
And you’re doing fine
Out in the city tonight!
Wait! It’s live. No lies. Goodbye. You fly.
You’ll find you’re great. How ‘bout a last date?
In the winter when the Bird has got a burn within her
she’ll fly away to balmier climes, ‘cause she’s looking for love the same way she did last time
Yeah, the last time
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
The Long Black Veil, Live, From The Wedding Tapes
“The Long Black Veil”, Gerry Hubbard with David & Craig on guitar and harmonies. From The Wedding Tapes, 1995. written by Danny Dill and Marijohn Wilkin and originally recorded by Lefty Frizzell in 1959.
Ten years ago on a cold dark night,
someone was killed 'neath the town hall lights.
There were few at the scene, but they all agreed,
that the man who ran looked a lot like me.
She walks these hills, in a long black veil.
She visits my grave, when the night winds wail.
Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows, but me
The Judge said son, what is your alibi,
if you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die.
I spoke not a word, though it meant my life,
for i'd been in the arms of my best friends wife.
She walks these hills, in a long black veil.
She visits my grave, when the night winds wail.
Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows, but me
Now the scaffold is high, and eternity's near.
She stood in the crowd, and shed not a tear.
But some times at night, when the cold wind moans
In a long black veil, she cries over my bones
She walks these hills, in a long black veil.
When the cold winds blow, and the night winds wail.
No body knows, no body sees.
No body knows, but me.
someone was killed 'neath the town hall lights.
There were few at the scene, but they all agreed,
that the man who ran looked a lot like me.
She walks these hills, in a long black veil.
She visits my grave, when the night winds wail.
Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows, but me
The Judge said son, what is your alibi,
if you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die.
I spoke not a word, though it meant my life,
for i'd been in the arms of my best friends wife.
She walks these hills, in a long black veil.
She visits my grave, when the night winds wail.
Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows, but me
Now the scaffold is high, and eternity's near.
She stood in the crowd, and shed not a tear.
But some times at night, when the cold wind moans
In a long black veil, she cries over my bones
She walks these hills, in a long black veil.
When the cold winds blow, and the night winds wail.
No body knows, no body sees.
No body knows, but me.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
"Sylvia's Mother", Craig Hubbard, Live, The Wedding Tapes
“Sylvia’s Mother” recorded live in 1995, extracted fr
“Sylvia’s Mother” recorded live in 1995, extracted from The Wedding Tapes, Craig Hubbard vocal, with David Hubbard on guitar, written by Shel Silverstein.
Monday, February 14, 2011
The Pick Up Truck Song, Live, David Hubbard, 1995
The Pickup Truck Song, CW McCall, recorded live by David Hubbard in 1995.
I's thumbin' through the want ads in the Shelby County Tribune when this classified advertisement caught my eye. It said, "Take imme-di-ate delivery on this '57 Chevrolet half-ton pickup truck. Will sell or swap for a hide-a-bed and thirty-five bucks. Call One-four-oh, ring two, and ask for Bob."
Well, I called Bob up on the telephone, he says, "Hello, this is Bob speakin'." I says "This here the Bob got the pickup truck for sale?" He says, "Yeah." I says, "Where are ya?" He says, "Fourteen east on County 12, turn right on the one-lane gravel road, you can park in the yard, beware of the dog, wipe your feet off, knock three times, and bring your billfold."
Well, I tooled on east on County 12, turned right on the one-lane gravel road, and I parked in the yard and a German shepherd come out and grabbed onto my leg. Then I knocked three times and wiped my feet, the dog let go and the screen door opened and Bob come out and says "Whaddya want?" I says, "Come to see your truck." He says, "Follow me. Come on, Frank." (Dog's name is Frank.)
Well, we all went past the chicken house, through the hog pen, down to the tractor shed, and then wound up in back of the barn in a field of cowpies. And settin' right there in a pool of grease was a half-ton Chevy pickup truck with a 1960 license plate, a bumper sticker says "Vote for Dick" and Brillo box full of rusty parts, and Bob says "Whaddya think?".
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/c/cw+mccall/classified_20026625.html ]
Well, I kicked the tires and I got in the seat and set on a petrified apple core and found a bunch of field mice livin' in the glove compartment. He says, "Her shaft is bent and her rear end leaks, you can fix her quick with an oily rag. Use a nail as a starter; I lost the key. Don't pay no mind to that whirrin' sound. She use a little oil, but outside a' that, she's cherry."
I says, "What'll take?" He says, "What've you got?" I says, "Twenty-eight dollars and fifteen cents." He says, "You got a deal. Sign here, I'll go get the title and a can full of gas." I put the nail in the slot and fired 'er up; she coughed and belched up a bunch a' smoke and I backed her right through the hog pen into the yard.
Well, Frank jumped in and bit my leg and I beat him off with a crowbar. He jumped on out and the door fell off and the left front tire went flat. I jacked it up and patched the tube and Frank tore a piece of my shirt off. Then Bob come out and called him off and says "You better'd get on out of here."
I went left on the one-lane gravel road, went fourteen west on County 12. Took two full quarts of forty-weight oil just to get her to the Conoco station. And I pulled up to the Regular pump and then Harold Sykes and his kid come out. He says, "I've seen better stuff at junkyards and where'd you ever get that truck?"
I says, "That's a long story, Harold. I's thumbin' through the want ads in the Shelby County Tribune when this classified advertisement caught my eye. It said, "Take imme-di-ate delivery on this '57 Chevrolet half-ton pickup truck. Will sell or swap for a hide-a-bed and thirty-five bucks..."
Well, I called Bob up on the telephone, he says, "Hello, this is Bob speakin'." I says "This here the Bob got the pickup truck for sale?" He says, "Yeah." I says, "Where are ya?" He says, "Fourteen east on County 12, turn right on the one-lane gravel road, you can park in the yard, beware of the dog, wipe your feet off, knock three times, and bring your billfold."
Well, I tooled on east on County 12, turned right on the one-lane gravel road, and I parked in the yard and a German shepherd come out and grabbed onto my leg. Then I knocked three times and wiped my feet, the dog let go and the screen door opened and Bob come out and says "Whaddya want?" I says, "Come to see your truck." He says, "Follow me. Come on, Frank." (Dog's name is Frank.)
Well, we all went past the chicken house, through the hog pen, down to the tractor shed, and then wound up in back of the barn in a field of cowpies. And settin' right there in a pool of grease was a half-ton Chevy pickup truck with a 1960 license plate, a bumper sticker says "Vote for Dick" and Brillo box full of rusty parts, and Bob says "Whaddya think?".
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/c/cw+mccall/classified_20026625.html ]
Well, I kicked the tires and I got in the seat and set on a petrified apple core and found a bunch of field mice livin' in the glove compartment. He says, "Her shaft is bent and her rear end leaks, you can fix her quick with an oily rag. Use a nail as a starter; I lost the key. Don't pay no mind to that whirrin' sound. She use a little oil, but outside a' that, she's cherry."
I says, "What'll take?" He says, "What've you got?" I says, "Twenty-eight dollars and fifteen cents." He says, "You got a deal. Sign here, I'll go get the title and a can full of gas." I put the nail in the slot and fired 'er up; she coughed and belched up a bunch a' smoke and I backed her right through the hog pen into the yard.
Well, Frank jumped in and bit my leg and I beat him off with a crowbar. He jumped on out and the door fell off and the left front tire went flat. I jacked it up and patched the tube and Frank tore a piece of my shirt off. Then Bob come out and called him off and says "You better'd get on out of here."
I went left on the one-lane gravel road, went fourteen west on County 12. Took two full quarts of forty-weight oil just to get her to the Conoco station. And I pulled up to the Regular pump and then Harold Sykes and his kid come out. He says, "I've seen better stuff at junkyards and where'd you ever get that truck?"
I says, "That's a long story, Harold. I's thumbin' through the want ads in the Shelby County Tribune when this classified advertisement caught my eye. It said, "Take imme-di-ate delivery on this '57 Chevrolet half-ton pickup truck. Will sell or swap for a hide-a-bed and thirty-five bucks..."
A Daisy A Day, Performed by Gerry Hubbard with back up guitar and vocals by David Hubbard
“A Daisy A Day”…The “killer sad song” written by J
“A Daisy A Day”…The “killer sad song” written by Jud Strunk that seems to bring tears to the eyes of most that hear it. Performed by Gerry Hubbard with back up guitar and vocals by David Hubbard..
He remembers the first thing she said
He remembers the first time he kissed her
And the first night she came to his bed
He remembers her sweet way of sayin
Honey has somethin gone wrong
He remembers the fun and the teasin
And the reason he wrote her this song
I'll give you a daisy a day, dear
I'll give you a daisy a day
I'll love you until the rivers run still
And the four winds we know blow away
They would walk down the street in the evenin
And for years I would see them go by
And their love that was more than the clothes that they wore
Could be seen in the gleam of their eyes
As a kid they would take me for candy
And I loved to go taggin along
Wed hold hands while we walked to the corner
And the old man would sing er his song
I'll give you a daisy a day, dear
I'll give you a daisy a day
I'll love you until the rivers run still
And the four winds we know blow away
Now he walks down the street in the evenin
And he stops by the old candy store
And I somehow believe he's believin
That he's holding her hand like before
For he feels all her love walkin with him
And he smiles at the things she might say
Then the old man walks up to the hilltop
And gives her a daisy a day
I'll give you a daisy a day, dear
I'll give you a daisy a day
I'll love you until the rivers run still
And the four winds we know blow away
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