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

Chorus

Bridge:
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 https://luckydog.band/ 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?)

Stalker


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.

Whiner:


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

Maia


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

Vote


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.

Wednesday, October 31, 2018

When

When your eyes go blurry, 
Follow the white lines
When your words are slurred,
You know it’s time.

We're a breath away
From the shadow
Starting every day
In a hole.

Seems to be no limit
To the pain
Or joy from the pulpit,
Just disdain

If we lock her up,
Well who’s next?
If they shut him up
At what risk?

We so much long
For gentle touch
We need a new song
So very much

Until we do find 
Such respite
Let's take the time
To comfort
...
One another 

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

Thursday, October 25, 2018

Verse in a Song


Years they go by 
Adding up memories 
Was it a disco night or a Mo Udal rally
Either and both didn’t last long
Only verses in a song

Why can I paint 
And see my first kiss
Behind the garage near the park
Right off of Waldo Boulevard
What was her name now just a pawn
And just a verse in a song

I’m not an early riser
But my heart would pound for her
As I waited for the bus; 
A bouncy packet of the energy
Dark eyes, brown hair so long
What's left is this verse in a song

Chaotic as can be 
A little nympho was she
She became a friend who I left in he end 
I still wonder if we stayed around
Yet now only a verse in a song.

Prayers are answered 
And of course its her
We went from teasing to pleasing
Warm nights, cold butts, and years long
We are more than a verse in a song

Now platonic love 
Does fit like a glove 
Safely I’m old and allowed to hug
Many fine spirits and oh so young 
They live my last verse in song

By Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

note some write an autobiographical memoir, some write a song.  I've done the later.


Wednesday, October 24, 2018

Him

He was alone in the room
alone in his mind
Invisible to everyone
Seen a few times


Dealers knew him as strange
Or stranger than most
The odd mix of pills and chills
This side of danger


The air filled with Friday

Music and laughter
He brooded in silence
Pure evil they say

Did anyone saw him leave?
Did anyone care?
He left carnage behind
Everyone would see

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs


Thursday, October 18, 2018

Take back



Take back the words
Take back the money
Take back all that I’m worth
You showed once
That it’ll be twice
Third time call me a dunce

Ginger was fine, but Maryann’s mine
7 hour cruise with her would be kind
See you noon, bring your bassoon
Strange the better at the light of the moon

Chorus

Booze cruise time, Pamela’s mine
Michael should’ve pushed Jim overboard
She’d win my Dundie, or see my undies
I’ll sit on a roof with her anytime

Chorus

Insanity is just a state of mind
Yes, I’m closer to lousy than fine
Hawk knew those hips belonged to Hot Lips
They would please Frank all the time.







Every day


Every day I ask, will it be my last
Will it end in a mistake or with a heartbreak
Run down by a truck or just ran out of luck
Maybe hit by a brick, oh let it be quick.

I live on the defensive and border on offensive
Well I have a shy side, but keep it inside
It comes out with the pen leaving me dangerously open
So I’ll pack it in and smile; blend in for a while

Here’s to the start of the day, look ahead and pray
Yes find the time to be kind
Go walk around in small towns
Then say good night complete; to wake up & repeat

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

Tuesday, October 9, 2018

Old World WI

















It was 1963, a trip to the country
Dirt floors in the kitchen, a smell of piss in the air
German was spoken, Grandpa was smokin’
This five year old would remember it until today

Old world WI, far cry from their land
Weathered & wrinkled these immigrant hands

The pope had just died, JFK had lied
There was nothing much to say, I just stared
You betcha we will, blood sausage swill
This five year old knew, nothing good for today.

Zeman and Euchre, a jug of beer
They were still family, rural white trash farmers
Ma moved to town, got a room her own
Worked in a butcher shop, a job she knew well

Old world WI, far cry from their land
Weathered & wrinkled these immigrant hands

It was 1963, before there was a dream
It was a family of six, and not a lot of smiles
Packers were alright, TV was black & white 
This five year old would remember it until today
This five year old would remember it until today

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs


Enjoy the first demo...