This morning I woke up to the sound of birds chirping At some point later today I'll hear the kids from the school outside play On the playground Since 1994, I've been in the same apartment building Living up on the third floor If I spent my entire day never leaving the house Those sounds would inspire me to write about my past and my future and my now Yeah its an old elementary school And I've been wondering what the kids from twenty to twenty-five years ago are doing now Yeah, from my living room I can see the school on Washington And the San Francisco bay and Russian Hill and Golden Gate Bridge And my home is maybe only eight or nine hundred square feet I know it may not sound like much for a retirement plan but I'd be happy to live here for the rest of my life If I passed away to the sound of those kids playing on the playground And this apartment's so rich with memories of friends and lovers who have come and gone And beautiful music that's been written and recorded here And so many Christmas's spent with my cat Pink And with you, my dear
That would be as peaceful of a way to go as I can think of My only hope is that I die before my girlfriend does Because she's so much stronger than me Her beside me while I go is how I'd like it to be
Every day of my life an adventure I was in the studio about a month ago with a few musicians over the winter And had to take some guitars out of some soft cases in my apartment Put the guitars that I wanted to take to the studio inside of them To lighten my travel One of the guitars that I took out of the cases was a 1930s Gibson L-48 Tobacco sunburst, arched top with f holes I bought it at a garage sale when I was in the seventh grade For sixty dollars I never loved the sound of it and found it to be thin But I remember working with a great engineer over twenty years ago His name was Mark Needham Who did lots of records with Chris Isaak Who also recorded my album Songs for a Blue Guitar He told me its only the f hole style guitars that leave a lot of room for vocals So I took his advice at the time and opted for a cheaper version of the L-48 It had a fuller sound and it was painted blue
Anyhow yesterday after a five day trip filming the tour documentary Down the coast of California seeing the grey whales surface along highway 1 between loan park and LA My engineer and I flew back up to San Francisco from LA To transfer the film and audio files and label what we filmed between Chico and LA We finished all that by 10:10 pm and I told Nathan I want to record some guitar music for an hour before we finished that day The closest guitar I could find was leaning behind my chair in the bedroom It was a Gibson L-48 I have no memories of ever recording with that guitar before But it did make the cover of "Songs for a Blue Guitar" For the tortoise shell pick guard, completely disintegrated I improvised to their guitar parts for an hour And the guitar actually resonated nicely Nathan and I agreed it had been a long day But we would pick things up again after tomorrow after meeting for lunch at my cafe Tomorrow is right now and as I'm finishing writing these words before Nathan shows up I can still hear the birds and my ears are still slightly ringing from this L-48 and there couldn't be a more peaceful way to start a day of singingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
