Sunday, March 10, 2019


Wind, the source of comfort on a hot day.

The cause of the snow spray

The generator of power seen from the highway

The dustball rolling on the spillway.

Your are my friend and my nemesis

The cracking of trees limbs

The interruption to a good concert

The transporter of seeds

Good ones and weeds.

You are as might as a jet stream

Or as gentle as a dream.

Carry me away to the next place

Lure me with a caress to my face

Wind oh wind

Do not end.

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

Saturday, March 9, 2019

Dream Catcher

Yes I turned the corner in the store to see
a wall of dream catchers; really?
How does an ancient native idea, 
get to be a modern decor piece.

I reach out to marvel at the taught string
wrapped around a birch branch
twisted in an incredibly precise circle
and I was transported to field.

Truly this was not an manufactured China
imitation dream catcher but real
I could smell the grain blowing in the breeze
I see hear my heart beat.

Spiritually my mouth was dry
but I could taste the coolness of a spring
Is this my imagination or did my touch
Open this dream world weaved into this piece.

The feathers so soft appeared to be a pheasant
And the sound of a rustling bird 
Taking to flight was total clarity.
Holy or mystical the dream catcher spirit lived.

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

Friday, March 8, 2019

Cry for Attention

Some say it’s a cry for attention
Maybe it is.
Some say I’m a bit impatient
Could be right.

All of this analysis 
can be useless
Or can be priceless
just because.

When push comes to shove
I’m just hungry
Hungry for word filled love
Yep a chat.

Fill me up with ideas 
Glint your eyes
Just talk about whatever
And I’ll be fine.

Well until then, I’ll write
Even if it feels
Just a little contrite
Being one sided.

Plus I’ll likely cry
or whine
To myself this time
for attention.

By Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Roseriversongs

Thursday, March 7, 2019

Community of Believers

I belong to a community of believers
To a rich group of deceivers
You know the saint and sinner bunch.
Come on just take a hunch 
That we know what we’re all doing.

When we gather for an hour.
We don’t and that’s ok
Someone leads us along
Maybe teaches a new song.
Ha and we all get along.
For an hour or so.

Yep these Lutherans are a diverse bunch
and down the road you find
Another less diverse tribe.
One calls themselves open
One has a closed communion.

One can only imagine
What would Jesus do
If he had to decide where to go.
Who had the best pot luck?
Who needed the the most help?

One’s faith says he’s there to all
Because they hit the quorum
Three in his name and all.
Makes a community seem small.
Could be a street corner to hit that.

And you he’s probably there too
Because he said he would.
And we take him for his word
Because we’re a community of believers.
Sometimes known as deceivers.

by Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Riversongs

Tuesday, March 5, 2019

In the morning

I love the way I see you in the morning.
Your face as pure and unpainted
The pain from the morning distress
The lines from the linens pressed

Unsightly and not presentable is false
Real and my companion for life
I can see the smiles and the laughter
Mixed in the blahs of morning after

You are a soul mate that refreshes me
When I really would rather shut down
You nourish me with a great song
One that I take with me all day long.

by Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Riversongs

Sunday, February 24, 2019


Snowbound and I can't get out (x3)
I have to stay here sleeping
Jill and Charlie couldn’t get home (x3)
Before the blizzard started
The Snow's up and door won’t open(x3)
I'll ride it out until Wednesday
The old man's mad but I don't care (x3)
So I’ll just Skype his daughter
If he don't give it up I'll call her all day(x3)
Just to drive him crazy
Snowbound and I can't get out (x3)
I have to stay here sleeping

A traditional song (Waterbound) rewrite by 
Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Riversongs.
February 2019 record breaking snow.

Tuesday, January 8, 2019

Family Tree

Take a little walk right back in time
Feel the wind cool the warm sunshine
Grab the hand of the one you love
Feel the love lookin from above

Just a branch in the family tree
They’re just folk like you & me
Sim’lar eyes, ears, hands & weight
We’re all linked to a common faith

Promenade to a dosey do
Family history we ought to know
Cowboy boots and petticoats
Dancin to the old timey notes


In a farm house out of town
Friends all meet & gather round
Once a year in mid-July
They all travel far & wide

Sing & dance and have some fun
Exactly why they always come
They all leave with memories
Branches of a family tree

 © Rose Riversongs 2005 David Schipper

Take a little walk back in time with this great country bluegrass tune about family reunions. We're all branches in some family tree and when we look around we see similar eyes, ears, hands and weight. Enjoy the fiddle from the incredible Jessie McDonald from the Pigtown Fling Stringband, and harmonies from the Lucky Dog band. If you would like to buy the song or just read more about us go to Hope you enjoy this trip back to July no matter when you take a chance to watch it. Barn photo by Madison Lysacker and Jessie's photo by Greg Tooke

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Diamonds on her shoes.

She’s got diamonds on her shoes, she’s paid her dues
She’s slick as a cat, and that’s a fact.
Street worn, some bed sheets torn
Call her late, it’s worth the wait

The night is filled with souls like her
The devil has his cards laid out
It’s deuces wild, with Jacks better
Tonight the stakes might just be lights out

It’s just a sales trip, the Jack lets slip
Pocket full of cash, and his mind of ash
A night full of tricks, next day full of shit
He called her late, and it spelled his fate.

Back on the street, she does compete
She’s slick as a cat, and known for that
More diamonds on her shoes, she doesn’t lose
Call her late, and test your fate.

by Dave Schipper Rose Riversongs © 2005

Boy you might think by the name of the piece that it might be a cover, but it’s an updated version of a song on the first cd.  I thought the Bones cd should have a little intrigue if this is a murder ballad or not.  I’m not saying.

Saturday, December 22, 2018

Christmas Eve (Peace be with you)

Have a great Merry Christmas...and peace to you and your family

Snow is gently falling, the cat’s under the tree
Joyous light is calling, new hope for us to see

Winter is here, and nothing to fear
Friends are in town, and comfort abounds

Peace to you, Peace to you,
God’s peace to you, Peace.

Church bells are sounding, the parking lots full
The eve service starting, racks packed with wool

Jesus is here, and nothing to fear
Good friends around singly heavenly sounds.

Peace to you, Peace to you
God’s peace to you,  Peace.

By Dave Schipper © 2013 Rose Riversongs

Tuesday, December 18, 2018

To feel the likes

Updated from the Feb post.....
When you’re staring at your morning face
And your friends all hate the human race
There are a few that you wouldn’t erase
They make you feel you’re loved

Evening traffic and the likes appear
So does that stalker that you sometimes fear 
He’d like to hold you for 1 million years 
And all your pics he loves

I know you haven’t made your mind up yet 
Your event list a mile long 
Click going when your mind is set
And hope your friends all come along

You’ve been tagged so much you’re feeling bruised
You wake each day to your timeline news
And reminded what you used to do 
And see that you are loved

The storms are raging over gun control
And all the Me toos  in between
When you need reprieve and lol
You check a dweeby friend.

He can make you happy, make you laugh a few
There is nothing he wouldn’t do
Go and find a meme just for you
To make you feel you’re loved
Go and find a meme just for you
To make you feel you’re loved.

Parody of Bob Dylan’s “To Make you Feel my Love”
By Dave Schipper © 2018 Rose Riversongs

Ok normally I don't give the story behind these pieces, but this one is too fun.  It started with a conversation with a friend Jessie McDonald if I should tag her on a picture.  My comment was "You are tagged so much you must feel bruised"  This morning I did a quick google to see it anyone had coined that expression and I couldn't find it.  Morning commute and news was boring so I turned off the radio, now what could I do with that line. I said it in such a way it reminded me of Dylan's song.  I did have to re-listen to the song to get the start of some of the verses, but a good parody needs to match the original as much as possible.  I was so surprised that there was a line about being black and blue, it forced me to use my first idea as the 3rd verse.

Here are the original lyrics, feel free to grade me on my parody skills, and avid readers know this isn't the first time I've parodied Bob.  (Click here for Hey Mr. Tangerine)

Make You Feel My Love by Bob Dylan

When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love

When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love

I know you haven’t made your mind up yet But I would never do you wrong
I’ve known it from the moment that we met
No doubt in my mind where you belong

I’d go hungry, I’d go black and blue
I’d go crawling down the avenue
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do
To make you feel my love

The storms are raging on the rollin’ sea
And on the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
You ain’t seen nothing like me yet I could make you happy, make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn’t do
Go to the ends of the earth for you
To make you feel my love

Copyright © 1997 by Special Rider Music

I actually laughed when I first had to learn the song for a wedding that I backed up Katie Johnson singing, here was a Bob Dylan song I didn't know.  Then to find out that I owned the CD and had ignored the song and it was a Garth Brooks cover the bride liked. If you don't know the song, here's a video I put together a while back.  I had recorded Katie so she could practice the song than added my voice later.  (I referred to it as my beauty and the beast duet.  Ha)

Monday, November 26, 2018

Stalker vs Whiner Parodies

At our most recent house concert... Randy Sabien talked about how many songs can fit into the Stalker or Whiner category... Country, Blues, Pop... no genre is clean.  It's been on my mind until I started to think about playing with a parody of a few of these to make them MORE extreme and MORE modern... Sorry Carole King (I feel the Earth Move)  and Jim Croce (Operator)... I did find that Carole King's was very stalker like without much changes (can women stalk?)


I feel the earth move when I look for you.
I see your page tumble down, 
I see my hand start to trembling
Whenever you’re found

Ooh Baby when I see your face
In my timeline you are tagged.
Oh darling, I can’t stand it
When you look at me that way.

I feel the earth move when I look for you.
I see your page tumble down, 
I see my hand start to trembling
Whenever you’re found

Ooo darling I’ll get near you
And I’ll whisper our your name
I know my own emotions
Are something I just can’t tame.

I’ve just got to have you, baby, uh huh huh uh huh huh yeah

I feel the earth move when I look for you.
I see your page tumble down, 
I just lose control

to my very soul.


Hello Siri, could you help me find this girl
See the number on the napkin is all tattered
She was living in LaCrosse with old friend Ross
A gay guy she said really didn’t matter.

Isn’t that the way they say it goes, well forget all that
Look up that strip joint up in Bluff Siding
So I can just just call to tell them I’m coming for the show
I’ve overcome the blow, I’ve learned to miss her so
If only the dancer would could convince me of that
It just wasn’t real, so I wonder how she feels.

Hello Siri, could you help me find this girl
You see the number you just call was for pizza
There’s porn on my screen, and my phone froze up
I think a lot of her still, I thought we could hook up

Isn’t that the way they say it goes, well forget all that
Look up that strip joint up in Bluff Siding
So I can just just call to tell them I’m coming for the show
I’ve overcome the blow, I’ve learned to miss her so
If only the  dancer would could convince me of that;
It just wasn’t real, so I wonder how she feels.

Both songs parodied by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs.

Saturday, November 10, 2018


This was originally posted on Feb 13, 2018... song added Nov. 10, 2018

Listen to the song here.. 

Her soft petals of grace
Born from seeds planted in black dirt
Ages and ages and ages ago
Fed by the showers weeks earlier
But hardened by the cold

Her soft baby flesh
Born from seeds planted an August night
Days months and years ago
Fed by love from family friends
But hardened with pain.

Her dark lovely eyes
Born from the seed of Atlantis
Lived eternal days of dancing 
Fed by the mountain streams
But hardened by jealousy

May you continue to bless us.

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

Friday, November 9, 2018

One last shot of whiskey

The glass is on the table
Just where you left it
Girl I’m strong and able
Could you give it a rest

Yep don’t give me started
You know I’m downhearted
The moment I farted
And you left me there
One last shot of Whiskey
Another night alone
I would tell you I’m lonely
If it would bring you home

My eyes were burning
And my stomach turning
I guess I'll won't learn
To control my gas

I feel like an ass
The lowest of class
I’ll plead for you back
My prettiest flower (Chorus)

Sure miss your cooking
The way you used cumin
I'm just way to human
So I'll live by myself.

One last shot of Whiskey
Another bowl of chili
Babe it sure gets lonely
And smelly around here (Chorus)

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

Monday, November 5, 2018


I first wrote:

Will it be where I land

Will it be where I stand

Are you there by my side

Make it be hand-in-hand

And with today's world filled with hate... the rest wrote itself. 

Please vote with love in your heart.