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“Like A Wheel”

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This is one of my newest songs…and I only half wrote it. The words were gifted to me by one of my BlogTV viewers (Matt Chartrand, aka foApple aka DrawnDead) who emailed me the lyrics after one of my shows.

Thanks man…this is now one of my favorite songs to play.

Like A Wheel – Lyrics

Has your vision come at last,
We keep staring through the glass.
Now youre never going to take,
even the tiniest mistake.
Just the fact that we can’t smile,
I’ll keep holding you a awhile

Until…Now we can see what I cant feel.
Life…keeps spinning round me like a wheel.
Then, the Rain dropped and hit the ground.

Running fast and going slow,
nobodys ever going to know.
Music saved your life before,
now theres so much moreto explore.
Watching clouds beneath your feet,
round we go, doomed to repeat.

The suns goes down then comes the night,
The moon gives comfort in its gentle light.
Fires burning on the ground,
and still its bound to make a sound.
Now shut your eyes and fly,
She whispers softly to yougood-bye.

Written by: Mathew Chartrand & Jamie Gray
©2009 All Rights Reserved

“Waiting To Understand”

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I wrote this song a while back, and have played it a bunch live and on my BlogTV show, but never got around to recording it.

Well, thanks to some prodding from my friend Julia (sjnb3) here it is on YouTube.

I hope y’all enjoy it…

Waiting To Understand

Sunrise over the Rio de la Plata
Buenos Aires early morning gloom
Wheels down…I walked on out of the airport
and the taxi man carried me ’round to my hotel room.

Sittin’ alone in Plaza de Mayo
They walked on by in scarves of white with signs
Mothers of the Disappeared….esperandan como siempre
para los chicos que nunca vienen
those children…never comin’ back again

Chorus
They’re waitin’ just to understand the sadness
They’re runnin’ outta…just a matter of time
Hey now everybody’s waiting for something
Something that nobody easily finds

She headed on out to Boulder Colorado
She said their hearts would always be as one
Now he calls & she don’t call back for days at a time
and when she does she’s always on the run

He’s waiting just to understand the sadness…

She took his ring, he told her that he loved her
He said the years would surely treat them well
Now sometimes he don’t come home for days at a time
and when he does she tells him “Just go to Hell!”

She’s waiting just to understand the sadness…

Lights Out (Earth Hour)

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This is my latest original song, inspired by the 2009 Earth Hour.


As it turned out, I wasn’t able to turn out all of my lights because I was busy editing the video…trying to get it live by 8:30 local time (an epic Fail).

jammin’ on the beach

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Tonight I’m hosting an open mic session on the beach. We’re lucky to live on a small lake with it’s own private beach, and even luckier that many of the neighbors are excellent musicians. This is to be the first, (and hopefully not the last) open mic, so everybody has their fingers crossed.

I can remember when I first started playing out. I hit every open mic session I could find. There were some I could never go back to, having thoroughly embarrassed myself. But after awhile, some of those nights actually led to real gigs. Some others were introductions to other musicians. All of them were learning experiences.

These days, I see open mic as a bridge, a way to get back in the habit of playing out. I’ve been playing, and writing and occasionally sitting in here or playing at a party there. But, I haven’t played any real gigs in awhile, and the discipline of practicing everyday because you have upcoming shows…that can’t be simulated.

But also, and more importantly, it’s a chance to play with some new musicians. New faces. New sounds. New experiences. New is good. Inspiration comes from New. Motivation comes from New. All good things come from New.

With luck, New will become a regular thing and it won’t get Old. Old is when it becomes tiresome…more a chore than an adventure. Good things come from Old as well, because nothing New can exist without Old to compare it with…to build from. As long as it isn’t the Same Old.

So, here’s to Old and New. A little bit of Blues. A little bit of Folk. Country. Jazz. Rock & Roll.

It’s all good, ain’t it?