When I find my dream come true<\/span>[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”Slippery Ground”][vc_column_text]I could walk into a tree
\nAnd not feel my bones break
\nI want to look at you all day to see
\nThe moves you don\u2019t know you make<\/p>\nYou chase away skies of gray
\nYou\u2019re the break of sunrise on the day
\nI don\u2019t ever want to take my eyes away<\/p>\n
I could walk into the stormy sea
\nAnd not feel my blue body shake
\nI want to hold you close to me
\nKiss your eyelids when you wake<\/p>\n
You chase away skies of gray
\nYou\u2019re the break of sunrise on the day
\nI don\u2019t ever want to take my eyes away<\/p>\n
Your mind is playing tricks on me
\nAnd when I try to slow down
\nThen you just bring out the thirst in me
\nTo drink you in till I drown
\nI\u2019m on slippery ground<\/p>\n
I could walk into a house on fire
\nAnd not feel my smoking skin bake
\nI pasted my foot down on the gas
\nAnd now I can\u2019t seem to find the brake<\/p>\n
Don\u2019t want to take my eyes away
\nDon\u2019t want to make up lies and say
\nThat I don\u2019t think about you every day<\/p>\n
You chase away skies of gray
\nYou\u2019re the break of sunrise on the day
\nI don\u2019t ever want to take my eyes away[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”The Last Word”][vc_column_text]Sometimes I don\u2019t know where you end and I begin
\nBut I know that the good-looking part is you
\nAnd somehow it seems like we\u2019ve always been friends
\nIn my heart I guess I always knew
\nI want to be by your side
\nWill you be my beautiful bride<\/p>\n
We fit together like a lock and a key
\nI think so highly of you, were we meant to be?
\nWill you marry me?<\/p>\n
Sometimes love is a wildfire on a windy day
\nSometimes it\u2019s a cozy blaze
\nThat will never burn away
\nAll of our days<\/p>\n
Someday when the kids have grown and our hair\u2019s gone to gray
\nAnd for you, I hope I don\u2019t have a gnarly combover
\nAnd I\u2019ll look back at how the years have flown by, and I\u2019ll say,
\nIf I had to do it all over
\nI wouldn\u2019t change a thing since the day I bent down on one knee
\nAnd asked you, my love, to marry me<\/p>\n
And I\u2019ll say, remember how\u2026
\nSometimes we were a wildfire on a windy day
\nSometimes we were a cozy blaze
\nAnd look how it\u2019s never burned away
\nAll of our days<\/p>\n
Now you get the last word
\nWhile I get on my knee
\nDo you believe we\u2019ll be happy?
\nI do.\u00a0 Do you? I do.\u00a0 Will you marry me?[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”Out of the Blue”][vc_column_text]You\u2019re getting married, my friends
\nNew beginnings and new ends
\nYou\u2019re gonna carry each other along
\nPast the roads that are dusty and the turns that are wrong<\/p>\n
So hang on tight
\nYou\u2019re doing everything right
\nI hope your days are sunny
\nAnd you keep each other warm at night<\/p>\n
You started out being just friends
\nThat\u2019s well and good, but not how this ends
\nThen there was love, was it out of the blue?
\nDid your hearts skip the first time you said I love you?<\/p>\n
So whip your hair in the air
\nAnd walk on down the aisle
\nKeep the flame of passion
\nBrightly lit on your smile<\/p>\n
Now you\u2019re close as two can be
\nBest friends, lovers, now family
\nKeep the love fresh and out of the blue
\nMay your heart skip whenever you say I love you[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”Everything\u2019s All Right”][vc_column_text]It\u2019s getting on well past midnight
\nLooking up at the sky
\nUnderneath the star trails and traces of fire
\nEverything\u2019s all right
\nEverything\u2019s all right, all right<\/p>\n
Leaves are calling out your name
\nCaught by the wind\u2019s harmony
\nSeems like it\u2019s all rushing by like a river in its prime
\nBut it\u2019s just a flickering eyelash in time
\nAnd it\u2019s all right
\nAnd it\u2019s all right<\/p>\n
It\u2019s like you\u2019re riding in the eye of a hurricane
\nSurrounded by motion and light
\nBut you\u2019re standing still
\nAnd you don\u2019t feel the chill
\nBecause you know that it\u2019s all right
\nYou know it\u2019s all right
\nYou know<\/p>\n
.[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”The Neighbor”][vc_column_text]Hey neighbor, you don\u2019t seem like you\u2019re a bad kind of guy
\nSo when I say I wish you were dead and gone, don\u2019t be surprised, and I\u2019ll tell you why
\nIt\u2019s not like you\u2019re a crack house shooting guns off in the night
\nOr a cathouse or a frat house, but still, something\u2019s not quite right<\/p>\n
Why don\u2019t you clean your yard
\nCome on, it can\u2019t be that hard
\nEven if it\u2019s just that little part that I can see
\nCome on, neighbor, do this thing for me<\/p>\n
I\u2019m not looking for perfection
\nBut man your garbage needs attention
\nAnd that stinking tire collection
\nSmells like a bad rubber infection<\/p>\n
Why don\u2019t you just clean your yard
\nCome on, you lazy chunk of lard
\nEven if it\u2019s just that little part that I can see
\nCome on, neighbor, do this thing for me<\/p>\n
The sun sparkles so pretty off those shards of broken glass
\nYour shopping cart collection gives the neighborhood your special touch of class
\nMy yard\u2019s not perfect, I don\u2019t worship my grass
\nBut you, you let yours grow till it\u2019s high as Michael Jordan\u2019s\u2026\u00a0 ask me\u2026<\/p>\n
Why don\u2019t you clean your yard
\nCome on, it can\u2019t be that hard
\nEven if it\u2019s just that little part that I can see
\nCome on, neighbor, do this thing for me<\/p>\n
Hey neighbor, you don\u2019t ever seem to be in short supply
\nOf the crap that blows over from your pathetic pigsty
\nIt\u2019s not like you\u2019re a killer doing funny things to sheep
\nBut all I ask from you neighbor, is a little basic upkeep.<\/p>\n
Why don\u2019t you clean your yard
\nCome on, you human discard
\nEven just that little part I can see
\nCome on, neighbor, do this thing for me[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”Exile”][vc_column_text]It\u2019s after dark
\nIt\u2019s getting cool on the boulevard
\nAs I\u2019m walking past the street people to the bar
\nThrow back some cold ones to get away from it all
\nGet away from it all for just a little while
\nA little bit of that social exile.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s after dark
\nIt\u2019s getting cold on the boulevard
\nAs I\u2019m walking past the street people to my car
\nAnd there she is rolled up on the bench
\nWith a newspaper coat and a crystal meth smile
\nBut Mama always walked the hardest mile<\/p>\n
Your head\u2019s turned to the side
\nYou always had your pride
\nIs there something that you want to hide
\nOr are you just getting away from it all for just a little while
\nYou got a bottle for a pillow, a bit of that social exile<\/p>\n
It\u2019s after dark
\nIt\u2019s starting to rain down on the boulevard
\nAs I\u2019m driving around sipping from a jar
\nThe streetlights are shooting stars
\nI wish on them, don\u2019t open Mama\u2019s scars
\nIf she wants to get away, let her get away from it all for just a little while<\/p>\n
I ought to turn around
\nI ought to know what\u2019s right
\nMaybe try to cover her up since it\u2019s her birthday night
\nIf she doesn\u2019t won\u2019t know where it came from, she won\u2019t care
\nIt\u2019s being seen by her boy, that\u2019s what Mama can\u2019t bare<\/p>\n
If she wants to get away, let her get away from it all
\nIf she wants to get away, let her get away from it all
\nIf she wants to get away, let her get away from it all for just a little while[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”Faith”][vc_column_text]The thing about you
\nYou got the faith
\nThat everything happens for a reason
\nDoesn\u2019t work for me, never did
\nI don\u2019t got the faith
\nBut it works for you, doesn\u2019t it<\/p>\n
And that\u2019s good enough reason for me
\nYou got to have a point of view
\nIf you say, there\u2019s such a thing as miracles
\nThen I say, the miracle is you<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t think there\u2019s a reason I met you
\nIt was just the right place and time
\nEven when I\u2019m not sure I belong
\nI\u2019m still glad you happened along<\/p>\n
If there\u2019s really such a thing as fate
\nAnd we\u2019re just players in a grand design
\nChasing our destiny
\nEither way, the sun\u2019s gonna shine
\nNo use racing for what\u2019s meant to be<\/p>\n
And that\u2019s good enough reason for me
\nAs long as our time\u2019s not yet through
\nIf there\u2019s really such a thing as miracles
\nThen the miracle is you<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t buy your weird way of thinking
\nNot any more than you buy into mine
\nAnd I don\u2019t buy into taking things wrong
\nSee, I\u2019m just glad you happened along<\/p>\n
The thing about you
\nYou got the faith
\nThat everything happens for a reason
\nDoesn\u2019t work for me, never did
\nI don\u2019t got the faith
\nBut it never bothers you a bit<\/p>\n
And that\u2019s good enough reason for me
\nTo thine own self be true
\nIf there\u2019s really such a thing as miracles
\nThen the miracle is you[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”Katherine\u2019s Lullaby”][vc_column_text]You might just have a fine day today, Katherine
\nAll sorts of things might just go right
\nAnd when your fine day has faded away
\nYou might just have an even finer night.
\nGreet your dreams with an easy smile
\nWhen you turn out the light
\nTill tomorrow and another fine day, goodnight<\/p>\n
Doesn\u2019t matter if the sky is wet and gray or burns a brilliant blue
\nThe trick is to appreciate, no matter what the view
\nBut if you should ever feel despair, I hope you know that I still care for you
\nAnd wish that you\u2026
\nGreet your dreams with an easy smile when you turn out the light
\nTill tomorrow and another fine day, goodnight[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”Car Guitar”][vc_column_text]Ever since I got my first guitar when I was seventeen
\nI knew I wouldn\u2019t play it much if I tried to keep it clean
\nSo I shoved that guitar case where the sun don\u2019t shine
\nUnder the bed \u2026<\/p>\n
See, if I keep it in its case it might as well be in outer space\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 (CHORUS)
\nIt\u2019s my car guitar and it\u2019s by my side and I play it all the time
\nIt\u2019s not meant to be looked at, sucker was built to be played
\nI don\u2019t care it cost a million bucks, it ain\u2019t some damn Monet
\nI\u2019m really gonna use it, not be shy I might bruise it
\nIt\u2019s my car guitar and it\u2019s by my side and I play it all the time<\/p>\n
I got a cheap guitar so I can have one with me in the car
\nAnd at the beach where there\u2019s the sun and salt and sand and sticky tar
\nI strap it to my back so I can play it any time
\nI need to get out of my head some incessant damn rhyme
\nIt\u2019s got grit\u00a0 in the gears and strings brown as dirt
\nThe body\u2019s beat to shit and I hope that rust there doesn\u2019t hurt
\nIt\u2019s seen a lot of bend, fold, and mutilate
\nBut it\u2019s always by my side and that\u2019s what makes it really great
\nIt\u2019s my car guitar and sometimes I play while I steer with my knee
\nSometimes I strap it on my bike, and the wind blows a melody
\nI know the way I treat it, someday it\u2019s gonna get wrecked,
\nBut better fuck it up from too much use than from useless neglect<\/p>\n
I got a brand new classical without a pick guard
\nI guess you\u2019re not supposed to play a pretty thing like that too hard
\nAt first I treated her like precious glass
\nBut then I figured, life\u2019s too short, and being careful\u2019s a bite in the ass
\nI used to play with my pinky finger anchored like so
\nProblem was I played that nice guitar with such gusto
\nAs the years went by my pinky finally rubbed right through the wood
\nBloody splinters under my nails, I said, \u201cThat can\u2019t be good!\u201d
\nI went to the doctor, and there in the box of toys
\nWas this big rubber frog meant for the girls and boys
\nHope I don\u2019t burn in hell for that frog I stole
\nBut his butt fit so perfect in that guitar\u2019s bloody hole<\/p>\n
I got a brand new Taylor, fancy inlay on the face
\nPristine cherry mint condition, not a fret hair out of place
\nPlays so sweet my baby gives me cavities
\nI keep it by my side where I can play it when I please
\nBefore my fancy Taylor\u2019s first birthday
\nI played on stage outside the Blue Skye Caf\u00e9
\nShould\u2019ve seen it in the cards when that umbrella sailed away
\nClear over the roof into the streets of Morro Bay
\nWell I finished up my set and put my Taylor on the stand
\nNext to my favorite gut string, at least that\u2019s what I planned
\nCuz when I turned around to thank the crowd for sticking around
\nI heard the sound of guitars blowing down to the ground
\nAnd I said, \u201cHey!\u201d when I saw my Taylor scraping on the street
\nAnd I said \u201cNo way!\u201d when I felt the crack on the neck, right here from the concrete
\nAnd I said, \u201cDon\u2019t care what you look like, as long as you\u2019ll still play
\nCuz if not, I\u2019ll be playing it in the key\u2026\u00a0 of Folk in A<\/p>\n
(CHORUS) See if I keep it in it\u2019s case\u2026[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”Katherine\u2019s Lullaby (unabridged)”][vc_column_text]You might just have a fine day today, Katherine
\nAll sorts of things might just go right
\nAnd when your fine day has faded away
\nYou might just have an even finer night.
\nGreet your dreams with an easy smile
\nWhen you turn out the light
\nTill tomorrow and another fine day, goodnight<\/p>\n
Doesn\u2019t matter if the sky is wet and gray or burns a brilliant blue
\nThe trick is to appreciate, no matter what the view
\nBut if you should ever feel despair, I hope you know that I still care for you
\nAnd wish that you\u2026
\nGreet your dreams with an easy smile when you turn out the light
\nTill tomorrow and another fine day, goodnight<\/p>\n
So your mom spilled the beans I was writing you a lullaby
\nAnd before you\u2019d ever heard it you wrote me this kind reply
\nFrom a ten year-old\u2019s crystal point of view
\nAnd with this perfect verse you made your very own wish come true
\nCuz what you said\u2026<\/p>\n
Dear Bruce, thank you so much for writing me a song
\nYou don\u2019t know how much I appreciate it
\nAnd I know this sounds like a lot of trouble
\nBut could you possibly either write my mom a song
\nOr split my song with her
\nI\u2019d really appreciate it
\nAnd I know that she would love it
\nI think it would remind her that she is loved
\nYour Friend, Katherine<\/p>\n
You might just have a fine day today, Katherine and your Mom
\nAll sorts of things might just go right
\nAnd when your fine day has faded away
\nYou might just have an even finer night
\nGreet your dreams with an easy smile
\nWhen you turn out the light
\nTill tomorrow and another fine day, goodnight[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”Ten Thousand Lakes”][vc_column_text]I remember when I was a little boy
\nIn the Land of Ten Thousand Lakes
\nNot an easy place, snow whips in your face
\nWhen the cold winter wind awakes.
\nI remember when the leaves would turn
\nFrom colors so bright, to earthy and dry
\nPiles so high, getting ready for to burn
\nAnd diving in making those old leaves fly.<\/p>\n
From the coast of California on the way to Canada
\nFrom the blazing New York skyline to the swamps of Florida
\nHome is where I am and the company I keep
\nAnd home is this sweet paradise where I lay my head to sleep
\nBut I remember thunderstorms that would light up a Minnesota sky
\nAnd I remember the Northern Lights
\nShining colors across my eyes.<\/p>\n
I remember when I turned away from
\nThe Land of Ten Thousand Lakes
\nTo this warm pretty place, with its laid-back pace
\nNow it\u2019s just fire and flood and earthquakes.
\nTires spinning on Rocky Mountain ice
\nIn an all-wheel drive SUV
\nGuitars crammed to the walls
\nEating Wonder Bread balls
\nAnd my dog stepping right in my coffee.<\/p>\n
From the coast of California on the way to Canada
\nFrom the blazing New York skyline to the swamps of Florida
\nHome is where I come from and the memories that cut deep
\nAnd home is the Land of Ten Thousand Lakes
\nWhere the living it don\u2019t come cheap
\nI remember thunderstorms that would light up a Minnesota sky
\nAnd I remember my home, as if I\u2019d never said goodbye.<\/p>\n
I remember when I was a little boy
\nIn the Land of Ten Thousand Lakes.[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”The Water is Wide (traditional)”][vc_column_text]the water is wide
\ni can\u2019t cross o\u2019er
\nand neither have
\ni wings to fly
\ngive me a boat
\nthat can carry two
\nand we both shall row
\nmy love and i<\/p>\n
oh love is gentle
\nand love is kind
\nthe sweetest flower
\nwhen first it\u2019s new
\nbut love grows old
\nand waxes cold
\nand fades away
\nlike the morning dew<\/p>\n
there is a ship
\nthat sailed the sea
\nshe\u2019s laden deep
\nas deep can be
\nbut not as deep
\nas the love i\u2019m in
\nand i know not
\nif i sink or swim<\/p>\n
the water is wide
\ni can\u2019t cross o\u2019er
\nand neither have
\ni wings to fly
\ngive me a boat
\nthat can carry two
\nand we both shall row
\nmy love and i
\nand we both shall row
\nmy love and i[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”The Bar Mitzvah Blues”][vc_column_text]My rabbi done told me
\na long time ago
\nSaid, When you turn thirteen, you\u2019re gonna put on a show
\nSaid, Now you\u2019re a man, I\u2019m gonna give you the news
\nI got a Haftorah tune that Bubbie, you can\u2019t refuse
\nAfter thirteen years you\u2019ve pretty much prayed your dues.
\nAll you got to do now is sing the Bar Mitzvah Blues.<\/p>\n
Become a man
\nnow what does that mean, come on Cantor,
\ncan\u2019t you see that I\u2019m just barely a teen
\nIt\u2019s not like I\u2019m five, but I can\u2019t vote, I can\u2019t drive
\nI can be a part of your minion
\nBut will you listen to my opinion
\nI\u2019m just a thirteen-year old, with thirteen year-old views
\nShvitzing up here on the bima singing the bar mitvah blues<\/p>\n
They got me reading
\nFrom right to left
\nand singing about sin
\nin the Jewish Treble Clef
\nThe gelt is coming in, just begging to be spent
\nBlow it now or go to med school – oy, I feel so ferlempt
\nJust one of those things you go through, when you\u2019re gonna be a jew
\nMy baby didn\u2019t leave me, but I got those bar mitzvah blues<\/p>\n
My rabbi done told me
\na long time ago
\nSaid, When you turn thirteen, you\u2019re gonna put on a show
\nSaid, Now you\u2019re a man, I\u2019m gonna give you the news
\nI got a Haftorah tune that Bubbie, you can\u2019t refuse
\nAfter thirteen years you\u2019ve pretty much prayed your dues.
\nAll you got to do now is sing the Bar Mitzvah Blues.[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][\/vc_accordion][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row full_width=”” parallax=”no” parallax_image=”” type=”row” overlay=”none” section_sign=”no” sign_icon=”” sign_icon_bg=”#f4624a” anchor=”” el_id=””][vc_column width=”1\/1″][vc_column_text]<\/p>\n
ALBUM: MERLIN’S LEAP ~Once Upon a Fingerstyle Guitar~<\/h6>\n
[\/vc_column_text][vc_accordion collapsible=”yes” disable_keyboard=””][vc_accordion_tab title=”Sundown Lullaby”][vc_column_text]There goes the sun behind the hill
\nColoring the clouds above and still
\nDark is coming
\nFeel it in the chill<\/p>\n
The clouds are burning up
\nRed on blue
\nSoon you\u2019ll lay your head down
\nAnd sleep will come to you<\/p>\n
May you rest, May you be warm and dry
\nMay your worries never make you cry
\nMay you dream of climbing mountains
\nInto the clear blue sky<\/p>\n
And when you open your eyes
\nThe sun\u2019ll be there to greet you
\nAnd my love, so will I
\nAnd when you open your eyes
\nThe sun\u2019ll be there to greet you
\nAnd my love, so will I<\/p>\n
May you wake up easy, May you wake up pure
\nMay you breathe a new day safe and secure
\nAnd know that someone cares for you tonight<\/p>\n
And when you close your eyes again
\nWhen the sun goes behind the hill
\nColoring the clouds above
\nWhen everything goes still<\/p>\n
May you rest, May you be warm and dry
\nMay your worries never make you cry
\nMay you dream of climbing mountains
\nInto the clear blue sky<\/p>\n
And when you open your eyes
\nThe sun\u2019ll be there to greet you
\nAnd my love, so will I
\nAnd when you open your eyes
\nThe sun\u2019ll be there to greet you
\nAnd my love, so will I[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”Ten Thousand Lakes”][vc_column_text]I remember when I was a little boy
\nIn the Land of Ten Thousand Lakes
\nNot an easy place, snow whips in your face
\nWhen the cold winter wind awakes.
\nI remember when the leaves would turn
\nFrom colors so bright, to earthy and dry
\nPiles so high, getting ready for to burn
\nAnd diving in making those old leaves fly.<\/p>\n
From the coast of California on the way to Canada
\nFrom the blazing New York skyline to the swamps of Florida
\nHome is where I am and the company I keep
\nAnd home is this sweet paradise where I lay my head to sleep
\nBut I remember thunderstorms that would light up a Minnesota sky
\nAnd I remember the Northern Lights
\nShining colors across my eyes.<\/p>\n
I remember when I turned away from
\nThe Land of Ten Thousand Lakes
\nTo this warm pretty place, with its laid-back pace
\nNow it\u2019s just fire and flood and earthquakes.
\nTires spinning on Rocky Mountain ice
\nIn an all-wheel drive SUV
\nGuitars crammed to the walls
\nEating Wonder Bread balls
\nAnd my dog stepping right in my coffee.<\/p>\n
From the coast of California on the way to Canada
\nFrom the blazing New York skyline to the swamps of Florida
\nHome is where I come from and the memories that cut deep
\nAnd home is the Land of Ten Thousand Lakes
\nWhere the living it don\u2019t come cheap
\nI remember thunderstorms that would light up a Minnesota sky
\nAnd I remember my home, as if I\u2019d never said goodbye.<\/p>\n
I remember when I was a little boy
\nIn the Land of Ten Thousand Lakes.[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”The Water is Wide (traditional)”][vc_column_text]<\/p>\n
the water is wide
\ni can’t cross o’er
\nand neither have
\ni wings to fly
\ngive me a boat
\nthat can carry two
\nand we both shall row
\nmy love and i<\/span><\/p>\noh love is gentle
\nand love is kind
\nthe sweetest flower
\nwhen first it’s new
\nbut love grows old
\nand waxes cold
\nand fades away
\nlike the morning dew<\/span><\/p>\nthere is a ship
\nthat sailed the sea
\nshe’s laden deep
\nas deep can be
\nbut not as deep
\nas the love i’m in
\nand i know not
\nif i sink or swim<\/span><\/p>\nthe water is wide
\ni can’t cross o’er
\nand neither have
\ni wings to fly
\ngive me a boat
\nthat can carry two
\nand we both shall row
\nmy love and i
\nand we both shall row
\nmy love and i<\/span><\/p>\n[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][\/vc_accordion][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row full_width=”” parallax=”no” parallax_image=”” type=”row” overlay=”none” section_sign=”no” sign_icon=”” sign_icon_bg=”#f4624a” anchor=””][vc_column width=”1\/1″][vc_column_text]<\/p>\n
SINGLES<\/h6>\n
[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row full_width=”” parallax=”no” parallax_image=”” type=”row” overlay=”none” section_sign=”no” sign_icon=”” sign_icon_bg=”#f4624a” anchor=””][vc_column width=”1\/1″][vc_accordion collapsible=”yes” disable_keyboard=””][vc_accordion_tab title=”The Bar Mitzvah Blues”][vc_column_text]My rabbi done told me
\na long time ago
\nSaid, When you turn thirteen, you\u2019re gonna put on a show
\nSaid, Now you\u2019re a man, I\u2019m gonna give you the news
\nI got a Haftorah tune that Bubbie, you can\u2019t refuse
\nAfter thirteen years you\u2019ve pretty much prayed your dues.
\nAll you got to do now is sing the Bar Mitzvah Blues.<\/p>\n
Become a man
\nnow what does that mean, come on Cantor,
\ncan\u2019t you see that I\u2019m just barely a teen
\nIt\u2019s not like I\u2019m five, but I can\u2019t vote, I can\u2019t drive
\nI can be a part of your minion
\nBut will you listen to my opinion
\nI\u2019m just a thirteen-year old, with thirteen year-old views
\nShvitzing up here on the bima singing the bar mitvah blues<\/p>\n
They got me reading
\nFrom right to left
\nand singing about sin
\nin the Jewish Treble Clef
\nThe gelt is coming in, just begging to be spent
\nBlow it now or go to med school \u2013 oy, I feel so ferlempt
\nJust one of those things you go through, when you\u2019re gonna be a jew
\nMy baby didn\u2019t leave me, but I got those bar mitzvah blues<\/p>\n
My rabbi done told me
\na long time ago
\nSaid, When you turn thirteen, you\u2019re gonna put on a show
\nSaid, Now you\u2019re a man, I\u2019m gonna give you the news
\nI got a Haftorah tune that Bubbie, you can\u2019t refuse
\nAfter thirteen years you\u2019ve pretty much prayed your dues.
\nAll you got to do now is sing the Bar Mitzvah Blues.[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][\/vc_accordion][\/vc_column][\/vc_row]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] ALBUM: Dream Come True [\/vc_column_text][vc_accordion collapsible=”yes” disable_keyboard=””][vc_accordion_tab title=”Dream Come True”][vc_column_text]I don\u2019t know who you are yet I don\u2019t know when we\u2019ll meet But I think the time is coming soon And I just know it will be sweet I know it will be I know it\u2019ll be\u2026 Like a warm wind blowing Like cool […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-62","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/brucegoldish.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/62","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/brucegoldish.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/brucegoldish.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brucegoldish.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brucegoldish.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=62"}],"version-history":[{"count":52,"href":"https:\/\/brucegoldish.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/62\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":512,"href":"https:\/\/brucegoldish.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/62\/revisions\/512"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/brucegoldish.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=62"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}