Our 'Good Morning from ...' Guest Mix series will explore different artists from all around the world as they take us on a journey with their distinct and unique sounds that they'll showcase to represent their taste, surroundings and upbringing.

For the very first time in our beautiful series around the world, we’re setting foot in a place where seaside cliffs plunge into the water, dramatic scenery compliments the sky, and the surrounding areas come alive at night with every shade of colour… today we’re taking you to Uluwatu in Bali. 

Today’s storyteller is no stranger to this beautiful island.. @pippiciez sees this Southeast Asian paradise as a second home, with frequent visits throughout each year, so he’s the perfect guide to take you on a journey with us.

Let his story take you to the early morning sunrise on the white sand beaches of the Bukit Peninsula, where cliffside cocktails and thievish monkeys are commonplace… Good Morning from Uluwatu
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Pippi Ciez : Good Morning from Uluwatu

© 1997 – 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson. All Rights Reserved. 
Unauthorized duplication or reproduction in any form is strictly prohibited.

I’m always drawn back to the streets where I’ve been,
The houses, the whispers, the ghosts in between.
A brownstone waits in the East Seventies’ rain,
Where memories linger and echo again.
It held my first room, with its attic decay,
Red velvet chairs where the sunlight would fray.
A color of tobacco stain ran through the wall,
And Rome hung in prints down the narrow hall.

There was one small window and a rusted grate,
A fire escape staring down at fate.
Yet my spirit rose when I felt that key,
Cold in my hand but it welcomed me.
It wasn’t much, yet it felt like mine,
The first place I’d cross that sacred line.
My books were there, my pencils too,
Dreams of a writer just coming through.

Oh, that room was dark but it carried my flame,
I whispered my stories and carved my name.
Every night I swore I’d be,
The one who’d write eternity.

Never thought I’d write of Holly’s grace,
Her laughter still haunts that lonely place.
Didn’t think I’d ever recall her eyes,
Till Joe Bell called through gray October skies.
He ran that bar around the bend,
A stubborn heart, an honest friend.
His voice came rough through the telephone line,
He said, “Get here fast, it’s time, it’s time.”

I took a cab through the thunder’s fall,
Past mirrored windows and iron walls.
Dreamed she’d be there, her shadow near,
But only silence filled my ear.
Joe Bell was there, the mirrors old,
The rain outside turned brass to gold.
He poured one glass, said, “She’s gone again,”
And the jukebox hummed a requiem.

He talked of Holly like she’d just gone out,
Said he still took messages, still kept count.
He spoke of her smile, her reckless run,
Of ice hockey games and a Weimaraner’s fun.
He’s got his fixations, they never fade,
Our Gal Sunday and songs Broadway made.
He swears he’s kin to Gilbert or Sullivan’s rhyme,
But the truth is he’s married to time.

That bar’s a shrine with its mirrors cracked,
Two reflections, one looking back.
Neon avoided the window’s glare,
Only the rain painted color there.
I sat and listened, the moment froze,
The ghost of Holly brushed my clothes.
She was there in the hum of the venting heat,
In the tapping rhythm of New York’s beat.

Oh Holly, girl of cigarette smoke,
Your laughter still drifts through the words I wrote.
You ran from men, from love, from blame,
But freedom’s just another name.
If I could see you one more night,
I’d tell you your wings still catch the light.
Though you vanished beyond the dawn’s divide,
Your song still rings down Lexington side.

Now years have gone, the city’s changed,
Brownstones cleaned, the ghosts rearranged.
Yet every time the seasons turn,
I feel that same old fire burn.
The key still cold, the dream still young,
The same old stories left unsung.
And somewhere high above the town,
Her spirit drifts and won’t come down.

So here’s to rooms with broken floors,
To lonely hearts and open doors.
To every soul who dares belong,
To every writer’s first-born song.
I’ll walk those blocks till memories fade,
Where shadows fall and dreams are made.
And when my name dissolves in stone,
I’ll still be singing, not alone.

I’m always drawn back, I always will be,
To that brownstone dream that set me free.
The rain still falls, the typewriter hums,
And Holly’s ghost forever strums.
Down Lexington, where echoes blend,
Some stories never find their end.


© 1997 – 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson. All Rights Reserved. Unauthorized duplication or reproduction in any form is strictly prohibited.



Breakfast After Tiffany's - Version 3

Song Title: Fuggi da Questo Cielo
All rights reserved © Lance Thomas Davidson
Written, composed, directed, and artistically improvised by Lance Thomas Davidson.
Although certain sections of this work draw inspiration from lyrical and musical traditions of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries and merges the Italian language with the Bossa Nova sounds of Brazil, it represents a complete and original innovation in both concept and form. Its transformative structure and interpretive development render it a wholly unique creation, not a derivative composition. Copyright is fully maintained and asserted by Lance Thomas Davidson.

Tutti i diritti riservati © Lance Thomas Davidson
Scritto, composto, diretto e artisticamente improvvisato da Lance Thomas Davidson.
Benché alcune sezioni di quest’opera si ispirino alle tradizioni liriche e musicali del XVI e XVII secolo, essa costituisce un’innovazione completa e originale nel concetto e nella forma. La sua struttura trasformativa e l’elaborazione interpretativa la rendono un’opera del tutto unica e non derivata. Il diritto d’autore è interamente mantenuto e rivendicato da Lance Thomas Davidson.

Song: Fuggi da Questo Cielo
Lyrics Below

Sotto la luna il pianto mio s’avvolge,
L’ombra del core langue e si scolora;
Nel vento odo il nome che m’accora,
E il tempo fugge, come amor mi scioglie.

L’alba mi trova stanco e senza fede,
Le rose han spine dove nacque il canto;
Ogni sospiro è ferro, ogni rimpianto,
E l’anima in catene al duol concede.

Fuggi, fuggi, fuggi da questo cielo,
Crudo Amor, che sì mi punge il core;
Già non è tempo di seguir Amore,
Ché già di duol mi muoio e non mi spero;
Porto tua memoria, e dal suo foco forgiato sarò in novo core,
Per amar più forte, e più ardente che pria.

Ma dallo strazio nasce nova luce,
Un fuoco santo dentro il petto vivo;
Se Amor m’ha vinto, or io lo sfido,
E dal dolore il mio valor riluce.

Fuggi, fuggi, fuggi da questo cielo,
Crudo Amor, che sì mi punge il core;
Già non è tempo di seguir Amore,
Ché già di duol mi muoio e non mi spero;
Porto tua memoria, e dal suo foco forgiato sarò in novo core,
Per amar più forte, e più ardente che pria.

Nel tuo silenzio odo il mio destino,
Tra ceneri di sogni e di promesse;
Ma rinasco, sì, dalle tue stesse,
Come fenice al ciel del mattutino.

Fuggi, fuggi, fuggi da questo cielo,
Crudo Amor, che sì mi punge il core;
Già non è tempo di seguir Amore,
Ché già di duol mi muoio e non mi spero;
Porto tua memoria, e dal suo foco forgiato sarò in novo core,
Per amar più forte, e più ardente che pria.

Sopra le onde il vento canta piano,
Ricordo il volto, dolce e lontano;
Ogni sorriso come un fior d’estate,
Che il tempo serba, ma l’anima abbraccia.

E sotto i cieli d’oro del tramonto,
Porto la pace di chi ha sofferto;
Non temo più l’amor né il suo rimorso,
Poiché dal pianto il cor trovò conforto.

Se tutto il mondo cade e poi si leva,
Anch’io risorgo, e del mio pianto rido;
Nel foco trovo il ciel ch’era smarrito,
E servo Amor, ma Amor che mi releva.

Dolce tormento, fonte del mio bene,
Né più mi spaventa la tua catena.

Porto tua fiamma, non più mia rovina,
Ma lume eterno che la notte inchina;
Fuggi, sì, ma resta nel mio core,
Che dal tuo foco nasce il mio valore.



Fuggi da Questo Cielo - Version 2 (Italian language)

Title: Hey Look I’m Nobody’s Clown

Written, composed, and produced by Lance Thomas Davidson © 2025.
All rights reserved. Rough sketch originally composed 1997, fully expanded 2025.
Lyrics constitute protected literary property, live performance constitutes a separate copyrighted event.

Don’t need your whispers in my ear,
Don’t need your pity, not your cheer.
I gave my all, I took my stand,
But I won’t break at your command.
The games you played just wore me down,
Hey look, I’m nobody’s clown.

I’ll love you once, I won’t love twice,
Not trading truth for sweet disguise.
If that line gets crossed, we’re through,
No second chance, I’m over you.
Let the echoes fade around,
Hey look, I’m nobody’s clown.

You came with tears, with soft deceit,
But empty words can’t make love sweet.
I saw the cracks, I felt the fall,
The writing’s clear upon the wall.
You lost the heart you tried to drown,
Hey look, I’m nobody’s clown.

I’ll love you once, I won’t love twice,
Not trading truth for sweet disguise.
If that line gets crossed, we’re through,
No turning back, I’m done with you.
Let the silence hold its sound,
Hey look, I’m nobody’s clown.

You took my kindness for your stage,
Turned affection into cage.
But every act must close one day,
And I won’t beg, I’ll walk away.
No curtain call, no halfway frown,
Hey look, I’m nobody’s clown.

I’ll love you once, I won’t love twice,
Not trading truth for sweet disguise.
If that line gets crossed, we’re through,
No turning back, I’m done with you.
Let the echoes fade around,
Hey look, I’m nobody’s clown.

Now freedom hums a steady tune,
No shadow left beneath your moon.
The air is clear, my soul can breathe,
No strings to pull, no webs to weave.
My heart stands firm on solid ground,
Hey look, I’m nobody’s clown.

You can beg, you can cry,
You can swear it’s not goodbye.
But I’ve seen what pride tears down,
I’m standing firm, I’ve left that town.

If that line is ever crossed, it’s done,
I’ve had my fill, the show’s been run.
You can keep your hugs, your kisses too,
I won’t be the fool you once knew.
No man should wear that broken crown,
Keep your ground,
Don’t let her make you the clown.



Hey Look, I’m Nobody’s Clown!

Title: 芸者の面影は今も残れり (The Shadow of the Geisha Still Remains)

English Legal Preamble

© 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson.
All rights reserved worldwide.

Written, composed, produced, and directed by Lance Thomas Davidson.
This work, including all lyrics, musical composition, arrangement, and performance, whether in part or in whole, constitutes protected intellectual property under international copyright conventions, including but not limited to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, and the Japanese Copyright Act (著作権法).

Any reproduction, distribution, adaptation, public performance, broadcast, or derivative use of this work, in any form or medium, without prior written authorization from the author, is strictly prohibited and subject to legal enforcement under applicable domestic and international laws.

Protection extends equally to all textual and musical components, whether utilized jointly or separately, including any translations, reinterpretations, arrangements, or derivative adaptations.

日本語版法的前文 (Japanese Legal Preamble)

© 2025 ランス・トーマス・デイヴィッドソン
全著作権所有。

本作品は、ランス・トーマス・デイヴィッドソンにより作詞・作曲・製作・演出されたものであり、歌詞・楽曲・編曲・演奏のすべて、またはその一部を含むすべての構成要素は、日本国著作権法（著作権法第1条ほか）およびベルヌ条約、1976年米国著作権法など、国際的な著作権法に基づき保護されています。

著作者の明示的な書面による許可なく、いかなる形式または媒体においても、複製、配布、改変、公の実演、放送、翻案、または派生的利用を行うことを禁じます。

この保護は、本作品の歌詞および楽曲を単独または共同で使用する場合にも適用され、翻訳、再構成、再演奏、または派生的改作を含むすべての形態に及びます。

面影の　花は咲きても　香りなく、
風は昔を　語りけり。

春の月　影は淡くも　涙照らす、
心の露は　消えやせぬ。

川の音　夜半に細りて　夢を呼ぶ、
琴の糸にも　君を聞く。

春の風　名残惜しさに　涙に袖をぬらす、
想ひの影は　消えやせぬ。

柳枝に　袖を結べば　露の糸、
離れぬ想ひ　朝に残る。

宵の月　面影映せば　胸に澄む、
涙の跡は　消えやせぬ。

雪解けて　庭に霞むは　梅の花、
誰を待つらむ　春の風。

春の星　儚く照らし　胸を刺す、
恋の灯火　消えやせぬ。

紅の　花も移ろひ　袖に散る、
恋の名残は　香のみぞ。

夏の雨　ひと夜の露に　色を添へ、
忘れぬ誓ひ　消えやせぬ。

行く水に　影を映せば　我が身さへ、
流れのままに　消えにけり。

秋の月　静けさ深く　音もなく、
嘆きの声は　消えやせぬ。

夢の中　声を聞けども　手に届かず、
露と消えゆく　朝ぼらけ。

冬の風　心を凍らせ　影を追ふ、
想ひの灯は　消えやせぬ。

灯影にも　面影浮かぶ　宵の雨、
傘も閉じねば　涙降る。

春の雲　遠く流れて　空に舞ふ、
胸の願ひは　消えやせぬ。

遠笛の　音に紛れて　君想ふ、
霧の彼方に　呼ぶ心。

秋の星　揺れて残れる　光なり、
命の露は　消えやせぬ。

都路の　灯りひとつは　恋の跡、
消えても胸に　灯はあり。

冬の月　凍てつく空に　夢を懐く、
恋の残香　消えやせぬ。

秋の夜　鈴虫啼けば　恋を知る、
音の切なさ　胸を刺す。

春の霧　朝の光に　影を染む、
涙の音は　消えやせぬ。

冬籠り　炉辺の影に　君探す、
火の粉の中に　笑みを見た。

春の花　露を纏ひて　香に咲く、
命の恋は　消えやせぬ。

雪の果て　春を夢見て　花を待つ、
命の限り　恋ぞ咲く。

宵の月　遠き面影　空に揺れ、
歌の心は　消えやせぬ。

朝霧に　涙を拭へば　君の香や、
遠き面影　胸に残る。

春の光　新たな命　風に舞ふ、
恋の誓ひは　消えやせぬ。

世の果てに　願ひ残して　時は行く、
露の命も　歌に散る。

永き夜　心の花は　今も咲く、
想ひの果ても　消えやせぬ。



芸者の面影は今も残れり- Ancient Japanese

独行の詩（どっこうのうた)
Song of the Solitary Path (Dokkō no Uta)

作詞・作曲・演出：ランス・トーマス・デイヴィッドソン
Written, Composed, and Directed by Lance Thomas Davidson

© 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson. All rights reserved.

本作品は国際著作権法（ベルヌ条約を含む）および日本国著作権法、米国並びに欧州連合の関連法令により保護されています。著作者の書面による許可なく、本作品の一部または全部を複製、上演、翻案、配布することを禁じます。歌詞および楽曲は著作物として保護され、上演または録音による実演は別個の著作権対象となります。

This work is protected under international copyright law, including but not limited to the Berne Convention and applicable statutes in Japan, the United States, and the European Union. Unauthorized reproduction, performance, adaptation, or distribution of these lyrics, whether in part or in whole, is strictly prohibited without written consent of the author. Lyrics and composition are protected literary and musical works; live or recorded performance constitutes a separately protected copyrighted event.

囁き耳に寄すとも心動かず、
哀れの言葉　風の塵。
真を尽くし志立てたれば、
誰が詞ぞ　我を繋がん。
戯言の宴　終はりぬ、
ただ独り行く　我が道なり。

一度交はりて再びなし、
偽りの笑み　我はとらず。
境を越ゆる時　縁は絶ゆ、
今日を限りと背を向けん。
声も絶えて風渡れば、
ただ独り行く　我が道なり。

涙を飾る言の葉むなし、
甘き調べも心動かず。
影の歪み壁に映れど、
筆は終りを既に記せり。
沈みし情けは水の底、
ただ独り行く　我が道なり。

慈悲を舞台に掛くるとも、
情に縛らるは鎖なり。
幕下りて影も消えなば、
乞ふ声遠く風に散る。
月も沈みて余韻なし、
ただ独り行く　我が道なり。

自在の心　胸に満ち、
影を断ちて雲を越ゆ。
露の如くに心澄みて、
糸も絡まず風に在り。
大地踏みしめ　意は堅し、
ただ独り行く　我が道なり。

嘆く声も泣く影も、
誓ひの詞　皆風に消ゆ。
誇りの壁を見定めて、
道を立ちたり　後ろ見ず。

境越ゆれば　全て終はり、
戯言の宴　今は尽きたり。
抱擁も笑みも夢の外、
愚者の冠　誰が戴かん。
心を保ちて地を踏みしめよ、
彼の影と成すな　己が身を。

朝焼けに道は見えたり、ただ一筋、
草鞋履きて　影を離れん。
茶の湯澄みて心の波は静まりぬ、
墨の香りに誓ひを新たにす。
灯火の下　刃は鞘に納め、
ただ独り行く　我が道なり。

柳越えて橋渡れば　風うらら、
古き名をば　水に流さん。
旅の空　雲の間に　月こそ在れ、
胸の露さへ　乾きたり。
一息深く　影踏みしめて、
ただ独り行く　我が道なり。

鐘の音　遥か寺より　暮れを告ぐ、
我が身一つの　静けさかな。
書き置く言葉　少なけれども印深し、
迷ひの糸を　断ち切りたり。
行く手正しく　背筋伸ばして、
ただ独り行く　我が道なり。

春立ちて野は新たに　風澄めり、
道は我が前　ただ真直ぐ。
心保ちて歩を進めば、
他人の戯れ　我に及ばず。


矛盾に気づかれたあなたに感謝を。強き武士も独りを宣言し、戦場へと向かうが、やがて慰めを求める。そしてまた独りを選び、同じ道を繰り返す。

(Thank you for noticing the paradox. Even strong warriors declare their independence and head to battle, but eventually seek comfort. Then they choose solitude again, repeating the same path.)

独行の詩（どっこうのうた）- Ancient Japanese

武蔵の眼付 — Musashi no Mitsuke
An era-specific rephrasing inspired by the works and spirit of Miyamoto Musashi

© 2025 Written, Composed, and Directed by Lance Thomas Davidson. All Rights Reserved.

Legal Notice / Preamble

This literary and poetic composition constitutes an original and independently authored work, rephrasing and reinterpreting the classical precepts of Musashi within a historically accurate linguistic and cultural framework. All textual, structural, rhythmic, and harmonic elements—whether poetic, musical, or conceptual—are the exclusive intellectual property of Lance Thomas Davidson.

No portion of this work, including but not limited to its lyrics, rhythm, harmonic form, lyrical arrangements, derivative lyrical interpretations, melodic phrasing, or accompanying compositional structures, may be reproduced, transmitted, distributed, performed, or adapted in any form or by any means—whether mechanical, digital, electronic, recording, public performance, translation, or derivative synthesis—without the express written consent of the author.

This protection extends under international copyright conventions and the Copyright Act of Japan (著作権法), together with its corresponding provisions in the Berne Convention and the WIPO Copyright Treaty. Any unauthorized reproduction or adaptation constitutes an infringement subject to civil and criminal penalties under Japanese and international law.

All moral and economic rights are fully asserted and retained by the author. This work shall not be used, replicated, or modified in whole or in part, whether for commercial, academic, or artistic purposes, without explicit written authorization from Lance Thomas Davidson.

武蔵の眼付

目を開けば 天地を包み 観と見を分かつ。

目を開けば 広く大きく 天地を包み、 「観」は鋼のごとく強く、 「見」は霞のごとく淡し。

道の眼は開けたり ゆるぎなき「観」をもて すべてを見透かせ。

遠きを近く 近きを遠く見るに、 道の眼は開け、 太刀の影すら見ずして知る。

敵の動き読みとれり ゆるぎなき「観」をもて すべてを見透かせ。

敵の刃 映らずとも、 心すでにその動きを読む。 これぞ兵法のまことの眼なり。

心の眼は研ぎ澄まされたり ゆるぎなき「観」をもて すべてを見透かせ。

目玉は動かず、 左右を見渡し、 風の音にも心を乱さず。

乱れなき眼を保て ゆるぎなき「観」をもて すべてを見透かせ。

時を急にしては 悟ることなし。 常にこの眼をもって世を観、 変わらぬ視を磨け、 ゆるぎなき「観」をもて、 すべてを見透かせ。

もし眼を失ひて、 敵の影、背に迫らば、 風も鳴らずに死は来たる。 ゆるぎなき「観」をもて すべてを見透かせ。

Translation Note: This composition is a poetic re-articulation of Musashi’s philosophy of “the unmoving eye” and “kan to ken” (観と見), rendered into modern classical Japanese for artistic and educational appreciation while preserving its Edo-period gravity and ethos.



武蔵の眼付 - Ancient Japanese

© 2025 All Rights Reserved — Lance Thomas Davidson

Canzone dell’Aurora che Ritorna – in stil rinascente

è una composizione poetico-musicale interamente creata nel 2025. Pur essendo un’opera contemporanea, è concepita per evocare l’atmosfera lirica del XVI e XVII secolo, richiamando le immagini di luce, alba, viaggio interiore e devozione amorosa proprie della tradizione poetica italiana. Il testo adotta la struttura delle antiche canzoni e stanze, guidando il lettore in un percorso in cui lo sguardo dell’amata diventa aurora, bussola, conforto e porto sicuro.
La narrazione attraversa mari, fiumi, valli e cieli sereni — paesaggi simbolici della trasformazione dell’anima quando incontra una bellezza che consola e rischiara ogni ombra.
La composizione è volutamente ampia e “respirata”, riflettendo la musicalità distesa e ornamentale delle forme poetiche rinascimentali. Pur impiegando termini, cadenze e suggestioni ispirate al linguaggio del Rinascimento, l’opera riconosce esplicitamente la propria natura moderna e non pretende alcuna autenticità storica.
Il risultato è un omaggio allo spirito del passato, reinterpretato attraverso una sensibilità pienamente contemporanea.

© 2025 All Rights Reserved — Lance Thomas Davidson

SYNOPSIS (English)

“Canzone dell’Aurora che Ritorna – in stil rinascente” is a poetic–musical composition created entirely in 2025. Although modern in origin, it is intentionally crafted to evoke the lyrical atmosphere of the 16th and 17th centuries, drawing upon imagery of light, dawn, inner pilgrimage, and devoted affection. The text employs the traditional architecture of Italian canzoni and stanzas, guiding the listener through a journey in which the beloved’s gaze becomes dawn, compass, solace, and safe harbor.
The narrative moves through landscapes of sea, river, valley, and serene sky — symbolic terrains reflecting the soul’s transformation when touched by a beauty that comforts and dispels every shadow.
The piece is deliberately expansive, mirroring the extended musical phrasing and ornate character associated with Renaissance poetic forms. While it incorporates vocabulary and cadences inspired by historical Italian diction, the composition openly affirms its contemporary nature and does not claim any historical authenticity.
The result is a work that honors the spirit of the past while expressing emotions firmly rooted in the present.

© 2025 All Rights Reserved — Lance Thomas Davidson


Canzone dell’Aurora che Ritorna – in stil rinascente

Bye Bye Blackbird - Copyright 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson

In the fading cold of the late twentieth century, a legend prepared for its last descent.
Forged from titanium and flown on the edge of space, the once top secret supersonic jet Lockheed SR-71 Blackbird outran dawn, outran thunder, outran every shadow raised against it.
But as the Cold War cooled and the Iron Curtain was about to make its final close,
the Blackbird was officially slated for retirement in March of 1998 and subsequently it was retired from the U.S. Air Force on January 26, 1990,
and flown for the final time by NASA on October 9, 1999,
it left behind a sky quieter, slower, and somehow wider in its absence.
This… is its farewell.

[Verse 1]
In the chill of a waning age,
a midnight shadow left the stage.
Born in silence, built for flight,
the Blackbird ruled the edge of night.
But when the Cold War’s fire began to fade,
and old divisions slowly unmade,
time spoke softly, calling free,
Rest now, watcher of sky and sea.

[Chorus]
Pack up all my care and woe, here I go singing low
Bye Bye Blackbird
Where somebody waits for me, sugar’s sweet, so is she
Bye Bye Blackbird

[Verse 2]
In nineteen ninety the bird fell still,
its engines silent against the chill;
and with one last slow descending glide,
it yielded gently to the shifting tide.
Yet hearts that watched its fire climb high
still trace its path across the sky,
and children dreaming late at night
still lay down runways for its flight.

[Chorus]
Pack up all my care and woe, here I go singing low
Bye Bye Blackbird
Where somebody waits for me, sugar’s sweet, so is she
Bye Bye Blackbird

[Verse 3]
Sleep, Blackbird, where the shadows stay;
your wings remember a brighter day.
Though resting now in steel and dust,
the world still holds your speed in trust—
a memory carried flame to flame,
an echo living in your name.

[Chorus]
Pack up all my care and woe, here I go singing low
Bye Bye Blackbird
Where somebody waits for me, sugar’s sweet, so is she
Bye Bye Blackbird

[Verse 4]
You crossed horizons few have known,
where stars felt close and the earth had grown.
You traced the edge where day meets night,
a silent guardian out of sight.
And though your runways now lie still,
the sky remembers your iron will,
and every whisper of passing air
recalls the fire once carried there.

[Chorus]
Pack up all my care and woe, here I go singing low
Bye Bye Blackbird
Where somebody waits for me, sugar’s sweet, so is she
Bye Bye Blackbird

[Bridge]
You touched the edge where day begins,
where silence breaks and morning steps in.
Though grounded now, your shadow’s flight
still lingers high in the fading night.

[Outro]
Farewell, Blackbird, bold and true,
the sky remembers the storm of you.
Though time has laid your wings to rest,
your legend lives where horizons crest.
Your shadow lingers in the quiet high air,
a soft reminder of the speed once there…
Bye Bye Blackbird



Bye Bye Blackbird (Farewell SR-71)

Over the River and Through the Wood: The Comedic Thanksgiving Weight Gain Edition

This arrangement represents a transformative comedic reimagining of the classic Thanksgiving song "Over the River and Through the Wood" (originally titled "The New-England Boy's Song about Thanksgiving Day"), written by Lydia Maria Child and first published in 1844. The original poem is in the public domain and remains a cherished part of American holiday tradition.

The opening five verses preserve Child's beloved narrative of a winter journey to grandmother's house for Thanksgiving, complete with the eager anticipation, biting wind, ringing bells, and the impatient wait at the barnyard gate. This extended edition adds five original verses (Verses 6-10) that transform the work from a purely nostalgic celebration into a contemporary comedy about holiday overindulgence and its consequences.

The transformation shifts the emotional arc from innocent anticipation and arrival into a progressive comedic descent: beginning with the decision to abandon calorie counting at the sight of pumpkin pie, escalating through multiple plates and tightening belts, and culminating in the revelation of twenty pounds gained and a sleigh that won't budge under the extra weight. The triple repetition of the final verse emphasizes the comic tragedy, followed by a self-aware resolution involving a Planet Fitness holiday membership.

This extended version adds approximately 40% new lyrical content while maintaining Child's original AABB rhyme scheme, meter, and syllabic structure. The work constitutes a transformative derivative that comments on modern American holiday culture while honoring the original's spirit of family gathering and celebration.

Copyright © 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson. All Rights Reserved.
Extended verses (6-10), modified verse 6, final outro, and comedic arrangement.

[Verse 1]
Over the river and through the wood,
To grandmother's house we go;
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
Through the white and drifted snow.

[Verse 2]
Over the river and through the wood—
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes and bites the nose
As over the ground we go.

[Verse 3]
Over the river and through the wood,
To have a first-rate play.
Hear the bells ring, "Ting-a-ling-ding!"
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!

[Verse 4]
Over the river and through the wood
Trot fast, my dapple-gray!
Spring over the ground like a hunting-hound!
For this is Thanksgiving Day.

[Verse 5]
Over the river and through the wood,
And straight through the barnyard gate.
We seem to go extremely slow—
It is so hard to wait!

[Verse 6]
Over the river and through the wood—
Now grandmother's cap I spy!
Should I count calories? Oh, what the heck—
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!

[Verse 7]
Over the river and through the wood,
The turkey's looking great!
I've gained two pounds already now—
But can't resist my plate!

[Verse 8]
Over the river and through the wood,
I've had my second round!
My belt is tight, my pants won't close—
I've gained another pound!

[Verse 9]
Over the river and through the wood,
Five pounds heavier than before!
But grandmother insists I try
The stuffing just once more!

[Verse 10]
Over the river and through the wood,
I'm twenty pounds overweight!
The sleigh won't budge, the horse just sighs—
I should have shown restraint!

[Verse 10 - Repeat]
Over the river and through the wood,
I'm twenty pounds overweight!
The sleigh won't budge, the horse just sighs—
I should have shown restraint!

[Verse 10 - Repeat]
Over the river and through the wood,
I'm twenty pounds overweight!
The sleigh won't budge, the horse just sighs—
I should have shown restraint!

[Final Outro]
Over the river and through the wood...
Next year I'll watch my weight!
Hooray! I'll join Planet Fitness—
I hear they've got a holiday rate today!

Over the River and Through the Wood: The Comedic Thanksgiving Weight Gain Edition

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Lance Thomas Davidson | Music Biography
I’m Lance Thomas Davidson, a professional songwriter and producer currently residing in Bali, Indonesia. I create original music that spans multiple genres—including R&B, rap, country, progressive rock, and metal—each crafted with a story that listeners can connect with on a deep level.

My music is recorded by a diverse selection of artists, who, under mutually beneficial non-disclosure agreements, perform as “ghost cover” artists. As the sole owner of the master rights, I offer these productions for licensing in flexible formats. Artists have the option to engage in profit-sharing agreements, purchase the rights outright, or acquire the masters for unlimited editing and distribution, tailored to their creative vision.

I prefer to conduct business exclusively online, maintaining a discreet approach while delivering high-quality music productions worldwide.

© 2024 Lance Thomas Davidson. All Rights Reserved.

Over the River and Through the Wood: The Comedic Thanksgiving Weight Gain Edition

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