Gourmet Love (copyright 2022-James Eoppolo)
 
Bring it over here don't leave it on the shelf
It's better when you share it, don't keep it to yourself
Only gonna spoil if you decide to make me wait
Every day gets closer to the expiration date

Bring on your gourmet love, bring on your gourmet love
A perfect presentation, more than a cut above
Bring on your gourmet love
 
Fill my plate with flavor add your secret spice
Don't even have to measure don't have to be precise 
No doubt what you're preparing wins 5 stars out of 5
Bound to make this hungry man so glad to be alive

Reflected in the wine glass, candles gently dance
An appetizing prelude to an evening of romance
The way you serve me baby, can't learn that in some school
Lookin' at your menu I ain't never gettin' full

Gourmet Love

Takes All Kinds

Tryin' To Get Some Sleep

Inspired by one of our town's most endearing hang-outs...The Mercury Cafe and Teahouse. Come visit!  https://www.themercurynewcastle.com/

Mercury Rising

In a cafe down an alley off a cobblestone street
Shadows jockey for an empty seat
Had to catch my breath as she came through the door
Past wobbly tables on random width floors

Nothing about her seemed to routine
She's bubbling over like a jolt of caffeine
Sunlight would dim beside her bright smile
Found a spot in the corner gonna listen a while

I was playing for tips livin' hand to mouth
She just moved north after livin' down south
Some lyric I sang made her laugh out loud
A burst of color in this monochrome crowd

Mercury rising no telling how high
Reasons are never quite cut and dry

Was I pressing my luck when I pulled up a chair
She gently pulled back her long brown hair
You're not the best I've heard she said but better than most 
Smiled as she sipped her cup of dark roast

We talked of people and places we've known
Joys and regrets the seeds we had sewn
How to measure success what's it all mean
As fleeting she said as cappuccino steam

Break was over I went back to the mic
Was there anything special something you’d like
She said sing a love song maybe something you wrote
A few of the words got stuck in my throat

Finished the gig with a few more songs
Looked to the corner saw she had gone
Twenty-two fifty I made in that place
Found her name and number tucked inside my case

Mercury Rising

My lumber mill experience in song.

Hammond's Mill (copyright 2018 Three String Music BMI)

The wind slices through my bones like the first pass from the saw
These work gloves that I'm wearin', don’t cut the cold at all
A massive pine lets out a scream, the slab heads down my way
The crack of dawn in rural Maine, the start of another day

At the base of Tear Cap Mountain, even now I feel the chill
Like the first day I set foot inside, this hell called Hammond’s Mill

Fingers and eyes are missing, safety’s an after-thought
The guy I'm replacing, got his right arm caught
A 5 pound ax and Peavey bar, my weapons in this fight
Gotta bust your ass to satisfy the chipper’s appetite

Respect these hungry jaws of steel, work at its command
Lose your concentration, and you’ll likely lose a hand
I want to turn and walk away, from drowning in sawdust
There ain't no work for miles around, so you do what you must

The saw has made it's final run, there’s button (or butt) wood to load
Then it's cigarettes, a six pack, at the store just down the road
It's been this way before I came, and will be when I go
Low wages, winter layoffs, hopes lost in the snow

Hammond's Mill

A song about how love began. 


Thanks for listening
James

Streets Of Old Matamoros

Written in 1997
Dedicated to the streets of Historic New Castle Delaware...and my twisted ankle.

Cobblestones

Just a descriptive song about our daily early morning walks through our beloved town Historic New Castle.

Here and Now
                                                                    
Sorry that I woke you allow me, allow me to apologize
Glad you're not grumpy my life I wouldn't want to jeopardize                                                                   
There's a gift wrapped morning waiting by the riverside
Tied in scarlet ribbon reaching far and wide
 
Here and now there's no such thing as sorrow
Here and now the puzzle is complete
We'll cross the bridges that come our way tomorrow
Love gives strength through the bitter and the sweet                                                        

Shift the day in neutral simply gonna let it coast
Get busy doin' nothing with the one I love the most              
Tip our hats say hello to friends that we meet on the street 
Every step that we take the blues are in retreat

Chorus 

Take memories shared stretch 'em out end to end
They run the length of this river back downstream again
Let the moon and stars circle high above our heads
The fabric of life is sewn with many different threads

Here And Now

I wrote this for Townes several years ago. Recorded on a Zoom H-1

Townes would have been 80 on March 7th.  Brilliant, sad, self-destructive singer-songwriter.

No Place To Fall

Not much time these days for "producing". I grabbed my trusty old Zoom H-1, did one take and added drums & bass. Now I'm free!


Gold Heart 2024 (James Eoppolo)

She let the gold heart fall from her slender right hand
Walked away never did see it land
Broken off the chain, like she's broken free
Well worth the gamble with no guarantee

The din from the traffic seemed to mock him in shame
Again and again as he shouted her name
How It all fell to pieces consider the source
The calmest of rivers in time will change course

Hanging in the balance the best laid plans
For each one that falters, another one stands

Counts herself lucky that she finally awoke
Located the exit despite all of the smoke
Shedding the skin of the last empty years
Leaving behind her no trail of tears

He watched as she vanished deep into the crowd
Stronger alone as she always avowed
Shadows grow heavy suffocating the pride
Of this fool on the edge of a steep downward slide

In the stillness she's pleased to hear her own voice 
Not for a moment doubting her choice
Content not to hurry to fill empty space
With the sun in her eyes the sun on her face

A tap of his finger the ashtray's now filled
There on the table where the whiskey was spilled
No point pretending his guilt was complete
When he saw the gold heart fall into the street

Gold Heart

I'd love to be able to comment and/or listen to others, but for some reason, this blackhole of a service has me blocked with no explanation. This will be the last time I post anything. If you've ever liked anything I've done, you'll have to search for me on Apple, Amazon, Youtube, Spotify and Facebook.  Cheerio!

James Eoppolo

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