Episode 175 and I finally got around to it. An interview with myself. I showed up in time twice and the chat went well. Some of the questions were curve balls and maybe too personal. That's the risk you take.
We talked about what's going on as a musician and podcast host and the ongoing need for a "real job" to pay the bills. Then it was three original songs: Hold On, I'm Going Home, Pawn Shop Boulevard and finally Bob Dylan's Like a Rolling Stone. Here are the lyrics so you folks at home can sing along.
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It’s about sharing an unforgettable moment and remembering the magic forever.
Hold On
Hold on, hold on to the night
Darkness in a room of candle light
Hold on, hold on to the night
Oh, casts a shadow cross the shimmering fire in her eyes
He was a pauper, sired by a pauper’s son
Mother was a gypsy fortune teller on the run
But he had a dream, he could feel it in his dreams
Combing his hair he thought he could be the next James Dean
And on the other side of he stands alone
Listen to the ringing on a distant telephone
Hold on, hold on to the night
Darkness in a room of candle light
Hold on, hold on to the night
Ah, casts a shadow cross the shimmering fire in her eyes
She was a princess, and a daughter of New Orleans
Never knew her papa, mamma was an African queen
She was dusky, oh...and they called her Desiree
Driving down the highway looking for a place to stay
And on the other side of she stands alone
Listen to the ringing on a distant telephone
Hold on, hold on to the night
Darkness in a room of candle light
Hold on, hold on to the night
Ah, casts a shadow cross the shimmering fire in her eyes
Hold on, hold on to the night
Darkness in a room of candle light
Hold on, hold on to the night
Ah, casts a shadow cross the shimmering fire in her eyes
I’m Going Home
Out on the highway running away
Well, off on a rock’n’roll holiday
Now, the window’s down I got a song in my head
And I’m running with the wind for a better day
Yeah, running with the wind for a better way
And now I'm looking for my freedom
On a two buck radio
And I'm driving on down this ocean road
And I'm going home, yeah I'm going home
Out on the highway driving all day (into the cool of the night)
Now I’ve got a feeling like falling in love (you in the dashboard light)
Under the stars a billion miles away
Now we’re running with the wind got no piper to pay
Yeah, we’re running with the wind to a better day
So if you ask me where I’m going
And you’re thinking ‘bout hitching a ride
Climb aboard my friend, you’ll never be alone
And I’m going home, yeah I’m going home
I’m going home
And do you feel like a million dollars
Do you feel like taking a chance
It’s not on a map, only a poet would know
That I’m going home, yeah I’m going home
Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la, I’m going home
Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la, I’m going home
Ooo...I’m going home
Pawn Shop Boulevard is a song Bruce wrote and recorded in February 2020. It's about a broken man that's lost his wife and is desperate for a friend. He pawns his departed wife's wedding ring and spends his last penny on a lady of the night if only to "whisper in his ear, it's gonna be alright."
Pawn Shop Boulevard
Looking through the bars on Pawn Shop Boulevard
Used guns, and jewelry and old...
