Color of Sunlight
©Celia Eberle 2013
Blinded as a young boy, lived her life in Kallispell
She's living in a dark apartment, in a converted motel
Coughing hard on my first visit she flashed a captivating grin
I opened up a window shade and let the sunlight in...

Chorus:
The color of sunlight holds the truth that must be told
We all want our story heard, before we get too old
We give to those who listen, a greater gift than gold
The warming yellow rays of love, the courage to be bold

Her life’s been hard and lonely, it took me for a start
But as she walked me through her private world it opened up my heart
She said, “Please tell my story”, if this don’t turn out well
Ask me anything you have the courage to ask, I have the courage to tell

Bridge:
I had a premonition; I raced over to her place
A peaceful look of giving-in sweetly passed across her face
I held her hand the whole night through, until the morning light
I gentled wept and let her go as she gave up the fight

Chorus:
The color of sunlight holds the truth that must be told
I got to tell her story, before I got too old
she gave me a gift, more valuable than gold
The warming yellow rays of love, the courage to be bold

The Color of Sunlight…


Color Of Sunlight

Emerge

Bluefish

Live acoustic performance and the Roslindale Open mike hosted by Neal Braverman.

Symphony (Live At Roslindale Open Mic)

Hacienda by the Sea V7   ©Celia Eberle 2015
Nonsense lesson earphone blanket monkey

The lessons in the earphones are all nonsense
They promised I’d learn the language in a week
But after 30 hours driving and thirty hours trying
There’s not a single work of Spanish I can speak

The driving down the coast road’s really slow
Into the heart of old Mexico
I’ll be happy as can be, there’s no electricity
In my Little Hacianda by the Sea

Chorus
This is where I do all my deepest thinkin
In-between some bouts of heavy drinkin
And now I’m learning Spanish from CD’s
And I’m napping in the breeze
In my Little Hacianda by the Sea

I thought I’d come here to write down my life story
But I can’t seem to figure where to begin
So I have a little shot, to get past the writer’s block
The bottles gone and I cannot find my pen

I’m having my siesta in the hammock
My serape gently flutters in the breeze
But I can’t get any sleep
Because there is no relief
from the Ruckus of the monkeys in the trees

The locals tell me they don’t have any monkeys
That this noise, it must be coming from my brain
It’s the chatter of my thinkin, 
its what always starts me drinking
Otherwise I’d have to feel the pain

Chorus
This is where I do all my deepest thinkin
In-between some bouts of heavy drinkin
And now I’m learning Spanish from CD’s
Amidst the monkeys in the trees
In my Little Hacianda by the Sea

Bridge
I tell myself I came here to learn Spanish
But deep down I know that really isn’t true
Because every time I try to write down my life story
I can’t get past the time I spent with you

I’ll go to fiesta in the village
There’ll be music and fireworks after dark
But I hit it at full throttle,
soon I’ve downed another bottle
I come to my senses where I passed-out in the park

I stagger back to Mi Casita
To the fading sound of out-of-tune guitars
I try to keep my bearing, try to keep on caring
As I stumble up a path lit by the stars

As I crest the final dune,” what do I see?”
The moon’s last sliver setting into the sea
I fall to my knee’s and say lordy, lordy please….
…    I’m having an epiphany

I must accept there is nothing else for me to do
But get over the hard truth that we are through

Perhaps its time that I retire the bottle
The booze and I, it seems we don’t agree
After one week here trying to learn the language
My Spanish is as broken up as me

Chorus
This is where I do all my heavy thinkin
And I figured it was time to stop my  drinkin
And now I’m learning Spanish from CD’s
Praying on my knee’s
At my Little Hacianda by the Sea
 



Little Hacienda By The Sea

I thought it would be fun to try a traditional song. This one has murder, mayem...what a song!

CiCi Eberle