The Times Before Computers
The Media Was Pen & Paper or a Typewriter
I even found a bound notebook with lyrics and also a list of session musicians who I had hired at the Menagerie and I did'nt know how to spell Gary Wehrkamp's name so I listed him as "Gary Camp" on Union Man and as "GW Data" on Sunrise Child.
Some of these lyric sheets never made it to melody and some I still can still play today from memory.
Lyric Sheets - Typed or Written
Lyrics Without Songs
They Deserved More Love Than They Received
Every songwriter, poet, and writer knows this scenario. You write the perfect first verse or hook, and then every sentence that follows falls below the standard you set when you began. Yes, you are trying to smell the wildflowers in the field and convey your experience to your listener. Instead, you keep stepping on cowpies.
The Incomplete Book of Lyrics
Such promise and so disappointing
Cry Out Loud
When you are gone
Im lost in a river
I cry out loud
I cry out loud
When we make love
I'm lost in a river
I cry out loud
I cry out loud
Follow Me
Follow me, my Juliet
Give me your hand
Let me hold onto your heart
We can fly into endless night
soaring through the stars
the arch of the ages blessed this union
allowing the deepest love
We’re finding the evening’s starlit trail
on the adventure of
on the adventure of our love
breathless moments feed our spirit
skirting along horizon's peaks
alive with the joy of our passion
lyrical strains of love can turn to bliss
the arch of the ages blessed this union
allowing the deepest love
finding the evening starlit trail
on the adventure of the adventure of our love of our love
twirling into dancer’s folly
gliding on the oceans glass top
sailing over the weathered hills
where eternity never stops
there is no time left for metaphors
from the previous ravages of life
Two painted souls, encased so beautifully
ruling the clock of the world
the arch of the ages blessed this union
allowing the deepest love
finding the evening starlit trail
on the adventure of
the adventure of our love
the adventure of our lo ve
the adventure of our life
UNTITLED: Charcoal on Canvas 1974
Copyright 2002 RDF
She had a sister….an older sister
You could feel the darkness in her soul
hidden beneath a bright life .
One day she opened her sad eyes… and never closed them again
She had a mother….lived her life in denial
Hung the family picture on the wall…didn’t hear the whispers
Everybody’s smiling …his loving arm around her
His arms around her………
She waits for him in silence
She hears him bolt the door
She stares up at the ceiling
No one will ever know
How he stole from her, her serenity
Stripped her of her dignity
Killed off all her innocence
Told her he loved her so….
She keeps the secret close
She bolts the door…..
with her sad eyes..
She had a brother…an older brother
He would hear the whispers through the walls…
In private agony hear footsteps in the hall
One night in a blind rage the boy became a man
Kick down the bolted door…Let the harsh light in
Leave the door wide open
Never close it again
They had a sister….. a younger sister
You could feel the lightness of her soul
They loved her like an angel
eyes wide open…. not afraid to close them
Leave the door wide open
Never close it again
Leave the door wide open
Never close it again
Never close them again
Sweet Lies
Words and Music by Ricky Dean Fisher ã 3/27/98 & 4/22/98
He can turn a phrase like a pirouette
He’ll dance you to the right
He’ll spin you to the left
He can weave the words like a witch’s spell
And you never can tell..
what He’ll do next
Sweet lies
Running over me
Make me think that I believe in
Sweet lies
Keep telling me lies…telling me lies…and everything’s all right.
When He walks into the Master’s Room
He lifts the veil of doom from my darkened eyes
He’s the only writer I admire…
Artist of the image…..creating my desire.
Sweet lies
Rolling over me
Make me think that I believe in
Sweet lies
Keep telling me lies…telling me lies…and everything is fine
And what is left of reality
When I’m swimming in the dream
He’s written just for me…
How will I know what to say…
When the words you write carry me away
Please carry me away
Sweet lies
Running over me
Make me think that I can live with
Sweet lies
Keep telling me I’m all You need
Tell another lie
You’re sweeter when you lie
Untitled - Date Unknown
ACROSS A THOUSAND MILE OCEANS THEY FLY
DEMON WORMS IN HUMAN FORMS
THEIR DESPAIR TURNING THE HOLY CALL INTO A HELL’S INVITE
DARK TWIN OF CHRIST WHO HIDES BELOW ALL LIFE
FINDS ANOTHER TWIN OF POWER AND MIGHT
ON A FOREIGN SHORE
AND SENDS HIS EMISSARIES CLOTHED LIKE SHEEP
INNOCENTS WITH DREAMS TO CATCH
DANCE UPON FREEDOM’S BREAST
AND WITHIN ONE BREATH, FIND THEIR REST
HIGH IN THE BRIGHT MORNING SKY
OUR SUNRISE CHILDREN SACRIFICED
THE SHEEP
ARE WOLVES WITH RAZOR KNIVES AND DEVIL HEARTS
THE TWINS LAY DEAD, COVERING DEATH
SWIFTLY THEY FLEW ON DARK ANGEL WINGS
TO FOREVER CHANGE THE REALITY SINK
WHERE WATER FINDS A STUBBORN DRAIN
WHERE BLOODLUST WAITS IN THE TRAP BELOW
TO PULL US DOWN AND MARK OUR BROW
ACROSS A THOUSAND MILE OCEANS WE FLY
DEMON WORMS WE WILL DROWN IN DESERT SAND
FROZEN WOLVES DEATH’S STATUES IN DESERT SUN
OUR THIRST BORNE OF OUR SORROW, OF OUR ANGER,
OF OUR RESOLVE, IN COLORS BLUE, RED, AND WHITE
HISTORY SHUDDERS AND OPENS HIS ANCIENT BOOK
POINTING TO OUR HUMANITY AGAIN AND AGAIN
DRINK DEEPLY OR DO NOT DRINK AT ALL,
HE WHISPERS, THE FOUNTAIN IS ALWAYS READY
WE CUP OUR HANDS
WE DRINK
THE SUNRISE CHILDREN
DANCING UPON OUR SOULS
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