You are Loved

Who was she? What was she? What did she see?
What did she find there at the edge of the sea?
She liked to pretend to be blind.
She didn't want to see.
Her thin sweet hair stuck to the maple tree. 
She's coming in. She's coming in. She's coming in.
She didn't want to be where she was
which was inside her own mind.
She said, take me outside.
My brain's my own bully, a derailed train.
She liked to pretend to be deaf.
She didn't want to hear.
She had seven fingers
could do more than you and me.
She didn't want to be where she was
which was inside her own mind.
She said, take me outside.
My brain's my own bully, a derailed train.
In the sun her blue eyes shone like a loaded gun.
In the clouds her blue eyes wept like a baby outloud.
In the snow her blue eyes froze like a lake's icy glow.
She didn't want to be where she was
which was inside her own mind.
She said, take me outside.
My brain's my own bully, a derailed train.
She's coming in. She's coming in. She's coming in.
She's going out. She's going out. She's going home.

Christy Boyer 2021

She's Coming In

I remade this from my earlier version. I wanted it simpler. Warm Holiday Wishes to you and yours!

In the Bleak Midwinter (cover)

I used to play this arrangement I made in high school for my friend who was named Anne or Annie. Just wanted to include it in my soundcloud diary.

Annie's Song (cover John Denver instrumental)

In the hallway Amanda gazed at her perfectly shaped feet, smooth and symmetrical save for her left pinky toe which bent in rebellion, her light blue nail polish chipped and fading, it was her birthday, light shone in two crossing angles from the kitchen and the living room doorways, it didn't do anything for the grey sorrow of the peeling wallpaper or tired oak floor, it made her see that forgotten floating dust going nowhere, her mother was frosting her cake and her little brother whined to lick the bowl, at the end of the hallway she could see the edge of her father's dark brown pant leg, a peek of his tan sock, the rustling of his newspaper was predictable, her black cat padded down the hall with his dejected limp and rubbed against her leg, she pressed herself against the wall and slid down until she sat, her knees bent upwards towards he chest, her arms hanging on her legs, eleven, today she would be eleven and she had the thought that it didn't change anything, she closed her eyes, her brother chattered about thomas the tank engine, the jabbering faded to the back of her mind somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, today was her birthday but the funeral was yesterday, was yesterday.

Green Lassie Blues 2021

today is her birthday, his funeral was yesterday (rough recording in park)

(Story about my grandfather, as told by my grandmother in her rocking chair)

Boy preacher had grown to a man
He wanted to bring you God's hand
Boy preacher was in a white suit
There at the train station, a soldier he saw
One of the many leaving for war
The soldier was there with his girl
They wanted to marry before he went
The soldier said is there a preacher man?
Boy preacher was shaking but he raised his hand
He held out his Bible and he spoke holy words
No veil on her head, no flower girl
Before the train made its sorrowful call
He married the couple in the minutes there
The people were watching
They cheered and they cried
Boy preacher hoped he lived 'til he himself died.

Green Lassie Blues 2021

Boy Preacher

Piano, Birds, Traffic, Windchimes on Thursday

Wasting Time

she took a potion
said it was guaranteed to put her heart in motion
make her love like a better person
this is a horror story of a dancer
that fell onstage and the spotlight left her
she's in an apartment
on the seventh floor
reading comic books
from the boy next door
she smokes cigarettes on the balcony
spitting smoke upwards to the moon
the streetlights block out the stars
she took a pill
said it would keep her from getting very ill
but her stomach churns and her heart just burns
her fire is an ember, hot burning coals
she'd walk the high wire for you
she'd walk the high wire for you
but she just knows
she'll only grow old
she'll only grow old
she'll only grow old
she'll only grow old
she'll only grow old
and her feet are so cold
be sweet or be bittersweet
be sweet or be bittersweet 
just don't be bitter
just don't be bitter

Green Lassie Blues 2022

This is a horror story of a dancer

I knew a girl who was always late
She'd run in and hyperventilate 
She'd wipe her nose against her sleeve
It seems her tears would never leave
At school she'd ask me time and time again
Will you be my friend will you be my friend
I'd say yes and let's play pretend
And In that world we can never end
You'll have breakfast and it will be sweet
There always will be something to eat
your mama she will brush your hair, there will be no tangles, 
And She'll really care
I knew a girl who was never clean
She wanted to hide, to never be seen
There was so much shame in her eyes
And mud in her nails, and dirt in her sweet pigtails
At school She'd ask me time and time again
Will you be my friend will you be friend 
I'd say yes and let's play pretend
And in that world we can never end
You'll have a dress that's made of lace
And barrettes that frame your pretty face
Your daddy will come home at night
Your parents won't scream or fuss or fight
You know it isn't right it isn't right
That nothing that's happy for you is true
But our sweet game is the best we can do
You'll do it for me
I'll do it for you
It wasn't long before she moved away
She stood at my desk the very last day
Help me say goodbye she said
On the playground to all my friends
She cried bitter tears and I held her hand
Goodbye she said goodbye she said
to every girl and boy
Who barely noticed her walk out the door.
She was full of love in a world of hate
Her eyes were like shining open gates
And I never saw her again
But oh She was my friend, she was my friend

Green Lassie Blues 2022


ballad for a childhood friend

And to each of you 
I pray upon this night, 
you'll lose the tiresome
blinding fight 
to find the essence 
of the sweetest bird
in its own star eyed 
fairy flight. 
Let no one disturb
Its rolling shoes
Its winged
dance, its dark twilight
The purest black,
So pure
Madonna's blue
In cricket song
Singing sun reflection
Singing
Moonlight, moonlight 
I wish I may
I wish I might
See that bird
Crowned with
Love's starlight,
In ignorant bliss
Of October mist,
Rain kissed, only bliss
Only bliss. Beautiful
Eternal Ignorant bliss.
Rain kissed. Only bliss.
Only bliss, Only bliss, 
Only bliss, Only bliss.......

Green Lassie Blues 2022 

Blind Prayer

House of the Rising Sun (Piano Cover)

Peace in Alleluia

I guess this is a drinking song but I thought it was about a beautiful land. haha. I like the way this sounds like an old bad record but maybe you don't. The image is my drawing of my mom's piano.

Down Where the Wurzburger Flows (piano cover lo-fi)

In sunny fog
In sunny glow
Her shimmering spiderwebs 
spoke to us.
The Celery Fields
moved through us.
The Celery Fields
spoke to us.

She said, picture something good.
She said, picture something good.
She said, picture something good.

Pink birds without any grace
Blackbirds who know all our secrets 
Immortal plants whose muscles swell
They're stronger than our
scattered misty minds.

She said, picture something good.
She said, picture something good.
She said, picture something good.

Here it's a little like the moors
But this ain't no Bronte book
We've heard the world laugh at us
We all arrived here in a tragic story.

She said, picture something good.
She said, picture something good.
She said, picture something good.

But if you find yourself wondering nearby
Come on to the Celery Fields
Where the celery grows no more.

You will almost love her,
The Celery Fields
She will almost take you in,
The Celery Fields
Her beauty becomes you,
The Celery Fields.

She's close to something 
So picture something good.
She said picture something good
She said picture something good
She said picture something good.
The Celery Fields.

Green Lassie Blues 2020

The Celery Fields (take two)

I've enjoyed making and recording some music while trying to help nurture our boys' love of music. Paintings made my me. Green Lassie Blues, Christy Boyer

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