"I Want To Learn A Love Song" Harry Chapin, David Hubbard Live The Wedding Tapes

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The Ballad Of Patty Russell A Recitation By Gerry Hubbard

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The Ballad Of Patty Russell  A Recitation By Gerry Hubbard

Leonard Haskin worked a farm on top of steep Bull Hill
In a school bus in the winter we all got a special thrill
The road was dirt and narrow, in the winter we used chains
And the muddy ruts would swerve a car in springtime heavy rains.

One winter night in ‘54, we held a sleigh ride there
Boys and girls from school and church all braved the cold night air
All of us made several slides, the girls on top of boys
Enjoying all the bliss and glee of adolescent joys

My first ride with my girlfriend, we almost hit a car
Parked there by Miller’s driveway, we didn’t miss by far
When we walked back up chilled but thrilled from that breathtaking ride
We saw a crowd by that black car parked over on the side.

It seems the couple after us could not see clear in front
And hit right underneath that car , the young girl bore the brunt
We saw them pull a limp girl out, she didn’t move at all
Patty Russell, sixteen years, who’d joined our school that fall

Then Tommy Haskin came in view with lacerated head
Tough as nails and standing tall, his pants & shirt blood-red
Someone called Doc Tepfer, he drove in from Grand Gorge
I remember him in a rumpled suit it seemed he always wore

They loaded Patty in Doc’s car across the seat in back
That pretty girl all crumpled up like something in a sack
The next day in the high school, it was as beneath a pall
No horseplay in the classrooms, it was silent in the halls

All us kids were shocked and dazed and all our feelings numb
When we realized how suddenly an almost-death could come
They took Pat first to Stamford, there was nothing they could do
She stayed awhile in the Gilboa Flats, Hub’s house there, that was blue

Though paralyzed, she married and bore a handsome boy
She wrote and painted with her mouth, brought lots of people joy
Tommy Haskin, well again, joined up in the Marines
Came home from Okinawa, into the local scene

And I guess us kids got over it as young folks always will
But it always comes back clear as glass when I think about Bull Hill
That winter night, the cold crisp air, the crunching of the snow
And how their world completely changed, I guess we’ll never know

What could have been for both of them before things fell apart
And were there happy endings from such unhappy starts
And when I ponder that cold night and what they both went through
It seems I see this damned old world in a darker shade of blue.

Millworker, James Taylor, By David Hubbard Live The Wedding Tapes

The Millworker  James Taylor

David Hubbard Live The Wedding Tapes

Now my grandfather was a sailor
He blew in off the water
My father was a farmer
And I, his only daughter
Took up with a no good millworking man 
From Massachusetts
Who dies from too much whiskey
And leaves me these three faces to feed

Millwork ain’t easy
Millwork ain’t hard
Millwork it ain’t nothing
But an awful boring job
I’m waiting (on) a daydream
To take me through the morning
And put me in my coffee break
Where I can have a sandwich
And remember

Then it’s me and my machine
For the rest of the morning
(and) the rest of the afternoon
And the rest of my life

Now my mind begins to wander 
To the days back on the farm
I can see my father smiling at me
Swinging on his arm
I can hear my granddad’s stories
Of the storms out on Lake Erie
Where vessels and cargos and fortunes
And sailors’ lives were lost

(Yeah), but it’s my life has been wasted
And I have been the fool
To let this manufacturer
Use my body for a tool
(I’ll) ride home every evening
Staring at my hands
Swearing to my sorrow that a young girl
Ought to stand a better chance

So may I work your mills just as long as I am able
And never meet the man whose name is on the label

(it’s still)me and my machine 
For the rest of the morning
And the rest of the afternoon (and on and on and on…)
for the rest of my life

"Run With Me" Craig Hubbard

Run With Me, Original by Craig Hubbard Off His
“Run With Me Album” available 
at http://craighubbardmusic.com/index.html

Run with me—to a place unknown
Run with me—wander and roam
It may be raining, it may be rough
If you fall down in the shadows, I’ll lift you up

There’s no other man
Makes you feel like I can
Who will walk with you through the darkness
So take my hand, take my hand

Run with me – to a place called love
Run with me – and if you feel lost
Babe, I’ll find you, below or above
And if you fall down, I’ll lift you up

There’s no other man
Makes you laugh like I can
Walks with you in the sunlight
Of a distant land, so take my hand, take my hand

South Mountain Ghost Story Gerry Hubbard

South Mountain Ghost Story, Gerry Hubbard, The Pink Lady In White......

South Mountain loomed, its camel’s hump a background for our days,
Was always there, foul wind or fair, it seemed to draw our gaze.
Its deep, dense woods with square hay-lots embedded in its hide,
Hid narrow roads that tunneled through just barely one-car wide.

Before electric lights came in, in nineteen forty six,
That mountain brooded in the night as by the River Styx.
My Dad and Uncles talked of ghosts, strange beings wrapped in white
That roamed those steep and winding roads on windy, rainy nights.

They spoke of driving home one night late from a Windham dance.
The drinks, the rain, their lights through trees, all put them in a trance.
The whole car saw this white-robed girl who walked the road that night,
And they never wondered why she walked or if she was alright.

Till several miles down the road they turned and started back,
And all they saw in headlight-glare was empty, narrow track.
No sign of footsteps, gaps or trails, or paths that she could take,
Just glistening leaves and swirling trees and nothing in her wake.

They drove on home to Hubbard Hill and put up for the night.
Their sleep of dreams with spectral themes and vague and floating fright.
They told this story many times,  with lots of sheepish grins,
And wondered why they drove on by and where their minds had been.

South Mountain still holds sway today, the hay lots all grown in,
The mountain face all forest now, its woods more dark and dim.
My Dad and Uncles all gone now, I miss their tales and talk,
And wonder if that lonesome wraith still walks her lonesome walk.
Could it  that lonely girl's still out there on her walk...

Could it  that lonely girl's still out there on her walk...

"Present Day Pilates", An Original By David Hubbard

"Present Day Pilates"…David Hubbard

In Matthew, Pilate washes his hands to show that he was not responsible for the execution of Jesus…………..Seems kinda appropriate for a Sunday.....

"Isis" Bob Dylan, Craig And David, Live The Wedding Tapes

“Isis” A Bob Dylan Tune By Craig & David, Live The Wedding Tapes….

I married Isis on the fifth day of May
But I could not hold on to her very long
So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away
For the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong.

I came to a high place of darkness and light
The dividing line ran through the center of town
I hitched up my pony to a post on the right
Went in to a laundry to wash my clothes down.

A man in the corner approached me for a match
I knew right away he was not ordinary
He said “Are you looking for something easy to catch ?”
I said “I got no money”. He said “That ain’t necessary”.

We set out that night for the cold in the North
I gave him my blanket he gave me his word
I said “Where are we going ?” He said “We’d be back by the fourth”
I said “That’s the best new that I’ve ever heard”.

I was thinking about turquoise I was thinking about gold
I was thinking about diamonds and the world’s biggest necklace
As we rode through the canyons through the devilish cold
I was thinking about Isis how she thought I was so reckless.

How she told me that one day we meet up again
And things would be different the next time we wed
If I only could hang on and just be her friend
I still can’t remember all the best things she said.

We came to the pyramids all embedded in ice
He said “There’s a body I’m trying to find
If I carry it out it’ll bring a good prize”
It was then that I knew what he had on his mind.

The wind it was howling and the snow was outrageous
We chopped through the night and we chopped through the dawn
When he died I was hoping that it wasn’t contagious
But I made up my mind that I had to go on.
I broke into the tomb but the casket was empty
There was no jewels no nothing I felt I’d been had
When I saw that my partner was just being friendly
When I took up his offer I must-a been mad.

I picked up his body and I dragged him inside
Threw him down in the hole and I put back the cover
I said a quick prayer and I felt satisfied
Then I rode back to find Isis just to tell her I love her.

She was there in the meadow where the creek used to rise
Blinded by sleep and in need of a bed
I came in from the East with the sun in my eyes
I cursed her one time then I rode on ahead.

She said “Where ya been ?” I said “No place special ?”
She said “You look different” I said “Well I guess”
She said “You been gone” I said “That’s only natural”
She said “You gonna stay ?” I said “If you want me to, Yeah “.

Isis oh Isis you mystical child
What drives me to you is what drives me insane
I still can remember the way that you smiled
On the fifth day of May in the drizzling rain.

Final Verses 11-12 Hubbard Hill Memories

Hubbard Hill Memories Final Verses 11 and 12

Of the windows in that old farm house, some faced directly west and south and all the family many times a day,
Would check that eighteen mile view to guess the weather coming through and then you’d usually hear somebody say,
“When the rain comes it’ll be to wet to plow”,
Or “The snows too deep there’ll be no school bus now”,
And those windows from that farm house knoll were also windows to our souls and taught us love of hills and life somehow.

In this age of space and cell phones and those idiotic ring tones I return to those old times on Hubbard Hill.
And I often think of going back but now the house is just a shack and so I guess I probl'y never will.
Still thoughts of friends and family gently bind,
As I think about those pure and peaceful times.
So when I need a peaceful spot to go when troubles are a lot I go back  to the mountains in my mind.
So when I need a peaceful spot to go when troubles are a lot I go back to the Catskills in my mind.
So when I need a peaceful spot to go when troubles are a lot I go back to my old home in my mind.

Lake Erie Nights, Acoustic Original By David Hubbard

Lake Erie Nights, acoustic original by David Hubbard…

“I remember long, long nights, the beer, the beach, the fire, the moon,

All our problems trite and pointless when we'd sing a sweet, sweet tune

Those were friendships strong and mighty, bonds no one could break

Close your eyes and kiss a stranger out on Erie Lake”

Thunder Road, Craig And David, Live, The Wedding Tapes

Craig and David Having Fun With Thunder Road, Bruce Springsteen, The Wedding Tapes.

THUNDER ROAD 

Live 04 Apr 2005 version

[Spoken:] “Thunder Road”, alright? [cheers]. Alright. Let me get to it.


Screen door slams, Mary’s dress sways
Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
That’s me and I want you only
Don’t turn me home again
I just can’t face myself alone again
Don’t you run back inside, darling you know just what I’m here for
So you’re scared and you’re thinking that maybe we ain’t that young anymore
Show little faith, there’s magic in the night
You ain’t a beauty, but hey you’re alright
Well that’s alright with me


You can hide ‘neath your covers and study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain for a saviour to rise from these streets
I’m no hero, that’s understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl, ‘s beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do now
Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair
The night’s bustin’ open, these two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back, heaven’s waiting down on the tracks


Oh oh come take my hand
We’re riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh-oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road, Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
I know it’s late but we can make it if we run
Oh-oh oh Thunder Road, sit tight, take hold, Thunder Road


Well I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk
Car’s out back if you’re ready to take that long long walk
Your front porch to my front seat
The door’s open but the ride it ain’t free
I know you’re lonely, those words that I ain’t spoken
Tonight we’ll be free, all promises will be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road in the skeleton frames of burned-out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
In the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they’re gone on the wind, so Mary climb in
This town full of losers and we’re pulling outta here to win

Verses 9 and 10 Susan Shoots The TV, Butchering Pigs...Hubbard Hill Memories

Susan sat with a BB gun while all us kids were having fun looking at Bonanza on TV.
A big gun fight at a mountain shack and Susan thought she’d fire back, she hit an outlaw with one brass BB.
The television set just buzzed then died.
While Susan grinned and looked around wide eyed.
And we stared at that tiny hole till David dropped the popcorn bowl then we all laughed until we almost cried.

In the fall we’d often kill a pig and hang it from a tripod rig and gut it out to take inside to treat.
When mom would cook the tenderloin with home made pancakes we’d all join in dining on a meal called “ fit to eat”.
And the rhythm of the family filled our veins,
And the autumn breezes hummed in soft refrain.
Then we laid on the grassy lawn to look at stars until we’d yawn then go to sleep and start it all again.

My Hometown Bruce Springsteen, David Hubbard

My Hometown Bruce Springsteen, David Hubbard

I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand
Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man
I’d sit on his lap in that big old buick and steer as we drove through town
He’d tousle my hair and say son take a good look around
This is your hometown, this is your hometown
This is your hometown, this is your hometown

In `65 tension was running high at my high school
There was a lot of fights between the black and white
There was nothing you could do
Two cars at a light on a saturday night in the back seat there was a gun
Words were passed ‘n a shotgun blast
Troubled times had come to my hometown
My hometown, my hometown, my hometown

Now main streets whitewashed windows and vacant stores
Seems like there ain’t nobody wants to come down here no more
They’re closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks
Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain’t coming back to
Your hometown, your hometown, your hometown, your hometown

Last night me and Kate we laid in bed talking about getting out
Packing up our bags maybe heading south
I’m thirty-five we got a boy of our own now
Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a good
Look around

This is your hometown, this is your hometown

This is your hometown, this is your hometown

Thank God There’s No More Radicals”, From The Wedding Tapes By Craig Hubbard

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“Thank God There’s No More Radicals”, Original and Live From The Wedding Tapes By Craig Hubbard

Verses 7 and 8 Hubbard Hill Memories Thanksgiving, Wayne Drinks Kerosene.

Hubbard Hill Memories, Verses 7 and 8

Thanksgiving came with hunting season and lot’s of family found a reason to come “up home” to join in meals and song.
We gather around that old piano, Dad sang bass Mom sang soprano and uncles , aunts and cousins sang along.
And the old time Christian hymns would soar and chime
With harmonies so sweet and so sublime.
Then all the men would go hunt deer while all the ladies helped to clear the table for the meal at supper time.

The third time Wayne drank kerosene from old Coke bottles he had seen sitting on the shelves in the wood shed,
Grandma Bessie said to Mom, “I know you mean nobody harm, but if he keeps doing that, he’ll soon be dead”.
Doug’s eye got hurt while hunting from a car.
When Marilyn burned her hands it left some scars.
Merle Jr chopped my middle finger, thoughts of all that blood still linger, those are things that made us what we are.

In the picture, Aunt Madeline, Frances, Aunt Winifred.....

“Illinois”, Dan Fogelberg By David Hubbard, Live From The Wedding Tapes

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“Illinois”, Dan Fogelberg By David Hubbard, Live From The Wedding Tapes

Dusty day dawning
Three hours late
Open the curtains
And let the rest wait.
My mind goes running
Three thousand miles east
I may miss the harvest
But I won’t miss the feast.

Chorus
And it looks like you’re gonna
Have to see me again
And it looks like you’re gonna
Have to see me again
And it looks like you’re gonna
Have to see me again.
Illinois…oh, Illinois.

South California
Your sun is too cold
It looks like your hills
Have been raped of their gold.
I should have come out
When I was first told
This lamb has got to
Return to the fold.

Chorus
Illinois-I’m your boy.

Flat on the prairies
Soil and stone
Stretching forever
Taking me home
‘Cause I’ve got a woman
Who waits for me there
And I need a breath of that
Sweet country air.

Chorus
Illinois-I’m your boy.

"I've Just Seen A Face" Craig and David, The Wedding Tapes

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Craig and David, The Wedding Tapes

I’ve just seen a face,
I can’t forget the time or place
That we’d just met, she’s just the girl for me
And I want all the world to see we’ve met
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm mmm mmm

Had it been another day
I might have looked the other way
But I had never been aware
And as it is I dream of her tonight
La, di, di, da di di

Falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling me back again

I have never known
The likes of this, I’ve been alone
And I have missed things and kept out of sight
But other girls were never quite like this
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm mmm mmm

Falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling me back again

I’ve just seen a face
I can t forget the time or place
And we’d just met, she’s just the girl for me
And I want all the world to see we’ve met
Mmm, mmm, mmm, la di di

Falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling me back again

“I’ve Just Seen a Face” was written by Paul McCartney^[1][2] (credited to Lennon/McCartney) and features McCartney on vocals. Before its release, the song was briefly titled “Aunty Gin’s Theme” after his father’s youngest sister, because it was one of her favourites.^[3][4] It is one of the very few guitar-based Beatles songs that lacks a bass track.

According to music critic Richie Unterberger of allmusic, “Several songs on 1964’s Beatles for Sale, as well as “I’ll Cry Instead” from A Hard Day’s Night, had leaned in a country and western direction. But ‘I’ve Just Seen a Face’ was almost pure country, taken at such a fast tempo that it might have been bluegrass if not for the absence of banjo and fiddle.”^[5] Music critic Ian MacDonald said the up tempo song “lifted the later stages of the Help! album with its quickfire freshness.”^[6] Capitol Records chose it as the lead track of the US edition ofRubber Soul, with the intent of giving the album a strong folk sound in step with the then-current Folk Rock movement.