A midi demo of a classical track featuring piano, strings, oboe and harp.

French Alps Theme

La Campagne

there’s a bird somewhere above my driveway 
in a spruce that escaped my saw 
and he sings in key when I play in E 
but I haven’t played too much so far 

cause I’m building my house this summer 
from the ground up to the peak 
with a radiant floor and a glass French door 
facing Bald Mountain to the east 

each day I work in the shade of the maples 
where the air smells like a childhood lost 
and I’m gonna get it built without a leak, without a tilt 
and we’ll move in by the frost 

this morning I woke up above the clouds 
till the sun roused them from their beds 
in the chilly valleys, where the rivers breathe into the air 
as they churn the jagged rocks to death 

I see my friends less as I age 
and I feel that middle-age loneliness lurk 
one’s in Vietnam, one’s in Kentucky, one’s in Colorado, and I’m 
up in Vermont, trying to make it work 
I guess we’re all trying to make it work 

why couldn’t I, why couldn’t I 
have moved above the 45 instead of wishing that I could 
why couldn’t I, why couldn’t I 
be happy in the sunshine? I crave the snow, I crave the woods 
I crave the rocks, I crave the streams 
and the cedar bridge that crosses from the street 

each day outside with nail guns and compressors 
with drills and miter saws that scream an awful tune 
and my back has started pinching, and my hands hurt when I clench them 
and holy shit, it’s only June 

but when I ache, I think of Keith Richards 
I think of Clapton, Jimmy Page, and Elvis 
and if their bodies got them through the sixties 
then my body can get me through this 

it’s twenty miles to the borderline 
then Montreal, Quebec, and hinterland 
then the wild north frontier, where I long to disappear 
for reasons I’ll never understand 

but there I go, being dramatic 
talking death when I’m 31 this spring 
I guess I’m at my best when I’ve got someone to impress 
but oh man, that gets so tiring 
oh man, it gets so tiring

Borderline

hold me now, my sweet Louisa
put my heart on your loom
weave me into your web of sweetness
summer’s leaving too soon

some folks smile right straight through the autumn
without a change in their mood
lovely traits  if by chance you’ve got them
but I need sun, I need you

I still cry when the lakes are frozen
I still fret when they’re blue
highest clouds to the deepest ocean
sweet Louisa

love of mine
that’s how I lost you

I can’t promise you light unfading
I can’t promise unbroken joy
like you, I can be complicated
like you, I can destroy

and I can’t say what I’ll feel tomorrow
I can’t say what I’ll do
the only wager on which I’d borrow
Sweet Louisa, is you

Sweet Louisa

when I was young  
my parents drove us to New England one July
campfires and barns
but it was the FernGully woods that caught my eye

when my twenties came, oh god
I formed a band and drove the land, I raced
Oslo to Spain
Alaska down to Georgia, searching for that place

Green Mountain sun
you know I’ll come for you

when I hit thirty
man, I packed my car, I packed my car and left 
the start of a journey
to the land I long for, the land I can’t forget

now when I wake, it’s in that 
place I spied, that day when I was young
I’ll always stay 
here in this dream I’ve found, my Green Mountain Sun

Glorious Leader