Omaha the Cat Dancer
Window On the World
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- Published: Thursday, 04 February 2016 21:09
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Omaha Unplugged
We wanted there to be a song that was just pretty, and just spoke about the inner life of the artist -- mysterious? or just a reflection of the daily life we all see? Even if you're a dancer or a performing artist, art is mostly hard work, and being alone a lot. It all starts in a room somewhere.
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By REED WALLER Dancing naked in your room Sculpting shadows in the night Move your body through the air, Make fingers in the light From the window on the world Open to the outside Showing the materials of living. Believe in what you see. You don’t have to like it. But you can only work with what you’re given. Struggling with an old guitar Your brother left behind You can only get so far Unless you use your mind Like a window on the world Open to the outside Showing the materials of living Believe in what you hear. You don’t have to like it. But you can only work with what you’re given. Use your body, use your hands, Tear your life apart. Use the parts for something new. You can call it art Or a window on the world Open to the inside Showing the materials of living. Believe in what you feel. You don’t have to like it. But you can only work with what you’re given. © 1988 by Reed Waller |
We Kept On Dancing
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- Published: Thursday, 04 February 2016 21:08
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We Kept on Dancing
From Nate’s gifted and prolific pen, the perfect closing number to an album dedicated to dancing and devotion to living.
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By NATE BUCKLIN All my life I’ve had a left foot Kept it moving every chance I got Kept if pounding like a pulsar Maybe faster or a little less hot. And a right foot, two arms, and a body And a feeling for a rhythmic groove. And we’ve got a lot of friends and neighbors And we’ve all been learning how to move. CHORUS: I just want you to know that we kept on dancing Right on till Doomsday morn. I just want you to know that we kept on dancing Clear through till Gabriel honked his horn. Till the moon fell and cracked the skylight And the sun came shining through. I just want you to know that we kept on dancing What else was there to do? Outside the rain was falling The wind was blowing far too fast. Down the street there’s talk of a gang war That I really don’t expect will last. I’ve got a five dollar bill in my pocket Got a smile growing on my face And we’re moving like a herd of locomotives And it’s more than just running in place. (chorus) Now you might think I’m making a statement About the dancing frame of mind. Maybe telling my own life story Being just a little less than kind. Or taking a cheap and easy chance To sing another silly song. Or you might think I’m being profound again, But you would still be wrong. (chorus) (chorus) © 1985 by Nate Bucklin |
Thanksgiving Eve - Whippoorwill
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- Published: Wednesday, 03 February 2016 12:08
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Thanksgiving Eve - Whippoorwill
For this Thanksgiving, I offer up something from my archives. Two songs from Waller and Worley cca 1990-1991.
The first is Kate's version of Bob Franke's beautiful "Thanksgiving Eve." This was one of our favorite pieces, and here it is being performed live in the basement of Calgary Lutheran Church in south Minneapolis, known then as "The Other Toad Hall." Reed Waller and Kate Worley in Concert, as one of a series featuring local performers organized by our dear friend Howard Ashby Kranz.
Please enjoy this on your holiday.
The second is our version of Robin and Linda Willams' "Whippoorwill," one of our favorite duets. This recording is part of a home recording done by Mike Levin on his portable DAT recorder, one night after I was diagnosed with cancer. Just in case, he said. The recording was of Kate and me, plus old bandmate Allan Standish, singing some of our favorites and originals.
I will be producing a restored version of this home concert tape from 1991 and hope to have it ready in time for this Christmas.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Reed Waller
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By BOB FRANKE It's so easy to dream of days gone by So hard to think of times to come. And the grace to accept every moment as a gift Is a gift that is given to some. What can we do with our lives, but work and hope Let your dreams bind your work to your play. What can we do with each moment of our lives But love till we've loved it away? Love till we've loved it away. There is sorrow enough for the whole world's end There is no guarantee but the grave. But this life that we live and the time that we spend Are treasures to precious to save. What can we do with our lives, but work and hope Let your dreams bind your work to your play. What can we do with each moment of our lives But love till we've loved it away? Love till we've loved it away. (chorus) © by Bob Franke WHIPPOORWILL She came from Kansas with the morning sun To the hills of the North Country. He waited years just to hear her song To hear her soft melody. So sing, WHIPPOORWILL Sing your song for me. She didn't know when she came to town That she could bring such joy. She came from Kansas with the morning sun To sing for a North Dakota boy. So sing, WHIPPOORWILL Sing your song for me. © Robin and Linda Williams |
