Friday, July 6, 2018

Crazy Enough for You



When its 1 o’clock and I’m all spent
You’re still all smiles and won’t relent
Another round or maybe two
Because I’m crazy enough for you

Tonight this chick flick has three men in it
And I am one of them and proud of it
We’ll laugh and cry too
Because I’m crazy enough for you

You open the door and scream “Snake!”
Without thinking I go and grab the rake
Was I dumb or just a fool
At least I’m crazy enough for you

Many guys have a way of shutting up
You know me, I’ll just make the words up
Sometimes they’ll catch you too
You know, I’m crazy enough for you
By Dave Schipper © 2018 Rose Riversongs



Really didn't think this was going to be a song... picked up a guitar and it wrote itself.

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Safe Friends





















Here’s to safe friends, may you have a few
The stories shared don’t go anywhere
They pick on you when you’ve had a few
Pick you up when you’re feeling blue
They’re first to say sorry even if no harm was done
And they’ll laugh with glory when your fly is undone
So here’s to those safe friends 
……………may they be with you to the end

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

Wednesday, June 27, 2018

We live with Angels


We live with angels all around
In these sleepy little towns
They take no credit for themselves
They are just women at the well

In the mirror they see a sinner
Not a warrior or winner
But in their heart, they are a saint
With the new world to paint

We live with angels
They are in the silence
We live with angels
Know they are present
We live with angels

They’re mothers in the crosshairs 
For migrant children in despair
They’re making bread for the poor
Greeting them at the door.

These angels shine bright in dark bars
In factories and beat up cars
They energize a full classroom
Knowing someone there will bloom

We live with angels
They walk among us
We live with angels
And they cuss and fuss
We live with angels

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

writers note:  This piece was written in my mind over days, and it was influenced by song titled "Too Many Angels" by Jackson Browne who I had chance to see in last weeks.  The angels I know would never claim to be angels, and those claim to be champions are paupers not worthy of Jesus love.  But love he promises, and will deliver to the tax collectors, to the border protectors, and to the innocent of the world.  We have a world with a hand we're dealt, let's try to spread love of an angel while we're naturally born sinners.

Photo linked to : Meet the Women  credited to Gregory Bull/AP/REX/Shutterstock 

Friday, June 15, 2018

Festival is on

I’ll take my hands and use my voice
Share my gifts as a choice
A loving gift to the folks, here
I’ll spread the stories all around
It’s just where I’m bound
And tip a hat the ones, before
Sing and dance
Take a chance
Just freelance
a little romance
The festival is on today
Stop by decide to stay
It’s held for folk, like you
Handmade and old inspired
Just chill you won’t get tired
Here’s a brown ale just, for you.
Sing and dance
Give a glance
To enhance
Your life’s stance.
by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

Written after I was challenged to write a song for the Great River Folk Fest that I've been the chair of for the last 3 years. greatriverfolkfest.org


Thursday, April 19, 2018

Some come...

Some come to hear a certain voice
Some spouse had no choice
Others come because of the time before
And only imagine what’s in store

Sit back have a listen
And leave knowing a new friend
With maybe a story to tell
To someone who says,
What the hell?

Yep a house concert!

by Dave Schipper
(c) 2018 Rose Riversongs



Tuesday, April 3, 2018

Life's layers

Today I pulled back one of life’s layers

Painfully pulled the crosshairs of my pride

Whispers of an unanswered prayer

Guilty pleasure left inside


I pause and thank God for Grace

And find myself being humble

With a sense of peace at this place

Until the next time I stumble














By Dave Schipper © 2018 Rose Riversongs

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Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Good Morning


Good morning coffee 
Hello news 
What do you have to offer
That won’t make me blue?

Good morning Facebook 
Hello timeline
I’ll take a quick look
To see if you’re fine


Good morning commute
Hello white lines
Alone and mute 
To which is perfectly fine

Good morning thoughts
Hello prayers 
To all things sought
In life’s layers

Good morning cold
Hello drizzly rain
Yes I’m feeling old
But free of pain

Good morning Mr. Officer
So what did I do?
I didn’t think I was faster
Than any average Joe

Good morning train
Hello Mankato
You’re such a royal pain
I have places to go

Good morning 
To all.

By Dave Schipper © 2018 Rose Riversongs

Thursday, March 22, 2018

Sconnie Girl



You are one smart woman
You wear freckles as your tan
Like stone beads over pearls
You are my Sconnie girl

When it comes to cheese
You say a little extra please
You won’t wear it as a bra or hat
But see nothing wrong with that

You never worry about the cold
Cause you have a new hat to show
When the last blizzard came
You said "rather snow than hurricane."

Spring means biking again
A brisk shot of cold wind
You live here for a reason
Just love the change of seasons

You prefer Brown to an IPA
Goes down easy on a summers day
Just sit back and watch the river go bye
And listen to some good music live

You know fall will bring football
Badgers and Packers and all
Still you will find time to ride
50 and sunny no time to hide inside

You are one smart woman
You wear freckles as your tan
Like stone beads over pearls
You are my Sconnie girl

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Lowlands


Going past the lines of trees in the low lands
Single thought comes across my mind
It was the day we gently held hands 
With no word or meaning to find

The crunch of snow in blue sky morning
We laughed at whatever each said
Then by noon with each of us leaving
A farewell kiss put this love to bed


A woodland dream
A lake of steam
The silent answer
A field of corn
A love forlorn
The hidden cancer
And in the end
You were my friend
The pretty dancer

In the long lines of trees in the low lands
My soul refreshed with memories
It was as if I could feel your hands 
I never thanked you for the stories.

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs.


Monday, February 26, 2018

Silenced voice



The voices have not been silenced
Words written down, composed to song
Now they talk to me 41 years later
Strum your guitar, tell your story.
There is only one choice.
Harry, rest in peace. 
Thank you again.

by Dave Schipper
(c) 2018 Rose Riversongs



Wednesday, February 21, 2018

To feel the likes




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)

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Maia



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, February 2, 2018

The Question

Who is the answer when there is no question?
Is there a climax when no leading action?
I am grateful for genetic science
And I marvel at Christ presence

I don’t dig deep into the theology
I don’t really care for biology
Wrapped in the warmth of friends
We nurture our children to new ends

Can we help our best traits linger on
In every daughter and son?
Together we must open our eyes
And see that the poison of lies

Step by step, let’s follow a path
To model love rather than attack
Yes love your neighbor as yourself
The answer to the question is good health.


Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

In the winter's cold


In the winter cold darkness fill the air
No stories told just wishing you were there
I close my eyes, and see who’s to blame
I close my eyes, and shout out my name

How stupid can I… possibly be
Strung out and high, and sitting next to me
I close my eyes, and try to a different way
I close my eyes and regret it to this day

The warmth of wool
A lesson from school
A beer to share
A voice who cared
Just lost for what
Just lost……. for what.

in the winter cold darkness fill the air
no stories told just wishing you were there
I close my eyes, and see who’s to blame
I close my eyes, and shout out my name


by Dave Schipper (c) 2017 Rose Riversongs