Sunday, November 5, 2017

Lucky dog

I am a copy of my old man
One that flirts with every pretty miss
You can trust me I’m no Peter Pan
I’ll sometimes hug, but never do I kiss

Why don’t we spend some time? 
Crying about a show.
Why don’t we talk a while? 
About your favorite Bordeaux
That dress that Margret wore 
Or what veggie you will grow.
Girl you got a friend
And I really want to know.

I am lucky dog, a trait I hold dear
Just lead me for a walk, throw me a smile.
I’ll sing you up a song, not loud but clear
Maybe a Dylan tune, but always worthwhile.

So you’re in Paradise
Hallelujah my friend
So when Johnny died
Did you Cry Cry Cry
Or sat alone in blue
Just tangled up again
Which tune you’d like to hear.
Knock twice for a Dylan.

I am a copy of my old man
One that flirts with every pretty miss
You can trust me, I’m no Peter Pan
I’ll sometimes hug, but rarely do I kiss

by Dave Schipper © 2016 Rose Riversongs

I decided to make this a spoken word piece on Bones  CD by Lucky Dog.


Here was it sounded like as a song.


Friday, November 3, 2017

Come check my heart


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Ok.. here you can listen to the demo with you are reading:
Click here for the most recent demo.

Come check my heart, my lights are flashing,
Come check my heart, you need no warning 
Come check my heart, it's beating faster 
Come check my heart, here in the morning




Cat’s on the pillow case, and dust on my shoes,
You’re sleeping in lace, so hard to refuse,
His is lost is my gain, I’m grateful too,
I can sense your pain, I’m the one for you,

Chorus

Your cross is scarred; you take all dares,
You hold every card, in this new love affair
So hold me close, and trust in me, 
I am no ghost, in that you’ll see.

Chorus

The coffee poured, the rain begins
No points were scored, and no talk of sin
You pet the cat, and purr yourself
I’m thinking that my heart’s been dealt.

Chorus

by Dave Schipper (c) 2017 Rose Riversongs

Notes: Here's another one inspired by Dylan (think Forgetful Heart) but started in the dumbest way.  I was driving to work and heard a commercial for an auto parts and going there if your check engine light is on.  I was reaching over to turn it off for silence in the car and that message resonated.  Truly this is my alter ego and I'll have fun singing it someday with a gravely 70's edition Bob voice.  Also I thought I'd share I write safely in the car today with technology, although my voice translation is pretty hilarious.  I thought I'd share it with you.



Keep living deep in love


It’s priceless to hold your hand.
You are a precious gift of life.
You are the smile on my face.

It’s senseless to live without you.
Time or distance tries to separate,
Rhyme and sentences bring you back.

So I sit with words in black and white
Left to flesh the feelings out
Then I sit with adjectives abound
Silently I sit wanting to shout.
But I write you these dear words,
“Keep living deep in Love”

by Dave Schipper © 2010 Rose Riversongs

photo credit

Note: Thanks for making this my most viewed post, only confirms that love still runs deep.

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Under her skin















My hero never let's a song sit idle... and I thought the version I was listening to, just had too many words, and the song lacked feeling.  Slowed it down, and tweaked the key and melody I have demo of the second take of the song here:  CLICK HERE to Hear. The demo is played in these chords but capo 2.

Here's the rewrite:


E           F#m              G#m                      E
One by one the cars gathered ‘round the house 
E       F#m       G#m           E
Each leaving a space to get out
A            B                  C#m
A final  hug for each pair
      B                  A              E
That day she had friends to spare 
       B                    C#m
And no one would dare 
B   |   |             A
Bring him up again 
pause  A         B    E
And get under her skin 

Go goodbye is no love affair
Yet friends can have fill the air 
She'll be off to Nashville
Her daughter at Vanderbilt
Now how to pay the bill
She’ll trust in
What's under her skin 

As the last hug went goodbye
She looked at her phone and said why 
Just silence on his end
No good luck or opinion
Will she see him again?
She let him in
Right under her skin 

She lit the candle one last time
And sat down with a glass of wine
 A toast to independence
To taking on the next dance
With a prayer and a chance
And all the talent
Right under your skin 

She goes to the Bluebird tonight 
Waits until the moment is right
She’ld play them under the table 
When she's willing and able 
She’ll be on the playbill 
Very confident in 
What's under her skin 

Some say the most dangerous play
 Is to sit tight and play it safe
She flashed her famous smile
Loving her new lifestyle 
His 1st text in a while 
Yep she’s cookin’ 
Just under her skin. 

By Dave Schipper © 2017 Rose Riversongs 


The version on bandcamp link below:

One by one the cars gathered ‘round the house
Each leaving a space for them to get out
Handshakes and hugs were shared
That day she had friends to spare
And no one would dare
Bring him up again
And get under her skin

Saying goodbye is not a happy affair
But friends always have laughter in the air
She'll be off to Nashville
Her daughter at Vanderbilt
Now how to pay the bill
She'll trust in
What's under her skin

As the last one left with a hug goodbye
She looked at her phone and wondered why
There was silence on his end
No good luck or opinion
Will she’ll see him again
She let him in
Right under her skin

She lit the candle one last time
And snuggle in the chair with a glass of wine
A toast to independence
To taking on the next dance
With a prayer and a chance
And all the talent
Right under your skin

She walks down to the Bluebird tonight
Waits until the moment is right
She could play them under the table
When she's willing and able
She'll be on the playbill
Not confident in
What's under her skin

Some people say the most dangerous play
Is to sit tight and play it safe
She flashed her famous smile
Loving her new lifestyle
His 1st text in a while
Yep she’s cookin’
Just under her skin.


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By Dave Schipper © 2017 Rose Riversongs

note... being a big Dylan fan, this was written in the style where that last line of each verse is the refrain like "Black Diamond Bay", "Tangled up in Blue", or "Desolation Row" to mention just a couple of them.  Plus the fourth verse has a playful nod to Bob's "She lit the burner on the stove"

Now you can listen to it, or take it for a free download.

Falling Water Seranade

Words can't discribe;
The harmony
Nature, man
Side by Side.

I leave you then
with this
Melody flowing
in Time.

by Dave Schipper (c) 2011 Rose Riversongs



Thanks for listening... Dave.

Sunday, October 29, 2017

River Town



He combed his hands through his gray hair and put his faded black ball cap back on.

His scrap memo pad in hand he came into the cafe with enough for a coffee.

Took a table in earshot of several talkative tables sure to supply good material.

In a colorful world of debate and opinions, he was gray scale and unnoticed.


The characters fill the place each sporting a short story of their own

An angel playing the devil’s fiddle, the local poet on the griddle.

The hipster clearing last night’s haze, a handicapped old fart on a bass.

The clutter of words filled the air offering hope for grace of the pen.


An hour with the same cup, his paper an unloaded gun, he shifted.

Not a word of hello, brought none of goodbye as he pushed the glass door.

The river town was in it’s Sunday’s best, and the streets were sparse

He flipped up his collar, zipped his jacket, stared down and walked ahead.


Tracking the path of last night pub crawl is a not one for a weak stomach

But the daylight brings a harvest of the dropped memories and change.

The drunken words still hang stale in the air, the laughter, the slander

This morning someone awoke to a lifetime of regrets, he picked up a quarter.


The river is quiet as he sits on the rod iron bench seat and stares forward

Life behind him keeps moving, a runner huffing, a mother exclaiming

Two lovers arguing over another’s cheating words during a pub crawl


The sun will set earlier, the streets empty; he’ll head for his home again.

by Dave Schipper (c) 2017 Rose Riversongs

Sunday, October 22, 2017

I'll write...

In case you didn’t notice,
I’ve been watching you.
It’s a style I’ve practiced.
Ever since my youth.

There is nothing to fear
I’m a shy gentle soul.
But when you just appeared
My heart was put on hold.

Yep you will turn and leave;
I will say nothing of course
It’s not my style to grieve
But I will write this verse.

by Dave Schipper © 2007 Rose Riversongs

note: I was looking back at some old blog posts, this is as true today as it was ten years ago.

Friday, October 20, 2017

This week

This week I give you the lonely

To share your space humbly

A sign, a smile, a laugh, a hug

Real snippets to hold to love

To cherish with the lonely

Yes, you and me only

by Dave Schipper (c) 2017 Rose Riversongs

Thursday, October 12, 2017

A friend

It’s a friend and 
Respite from solitude
In the clutter of 
People all around 
And no accident 
It’s you I found

The Game of Thrones 
A Netflix binge
A new board game 
A sushi cringe 
If there were 
people around 
I don’t think
I heard sound

Of course just then
we were interrupted
A party grand
Had just erupted
You can find me
Anywhere tonight
Smiling ear to ear
And within eyesight


by Dave Schipper (c) 2017 Rose Riversongs

Writers note:  This all started because I was thinking about rhymes to accident & incident, and came up with It's a friend... who knew it would then be a first line of a piece.

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Sing a New Song

Chord Capo 3 (OPEN)

C(Eb)                  G(Bb)
Sing a new song
D (F)             G(Bb)
Sing far and near
C(Eb)               G(Bb)
Sing right a long
D                    G
God loves to hear (2x)


G  (Bb)
Ring the bells for church has started
          D (F)
   Ring them as our call.
G  (Bb)
Open the doors with a joyous heart
  D (F)  G(Bb)
   You are welcome one ’n all

Chorus

The strings are tuned & voices lifted
   In a grateful song
The young & old, the rich and poor
   We’re many voices strong

Chorus

Shake a hand of a friend or stranger
  All at the table gather
Bread & Wine, Christ is our host
 God Emmanuel, Our Savior

Chorus

The bells will ring when we’ve departed
   Our praise is never done
To move us out beyond these walls
   God’s work has just begun!

By  Dave Schipper & Lori Toso  (c) 2017 Rose Riversongs

Oh so cliche


Well gather around I'll tell you a tale
About a man not afraid to fail
He would open his mouth start to speak
Out would come his hands and feet

Don't let the beans right out of the bag
No matter what those people say
Just nip it in the butt
Before it mixed up.
Don't let the beans right out of the bag

There was no phrase he wouldn’t utter 
He would just go spit and sputter
You'll figure it out all bye-bye
He's telling the truth he would not lie

Just short and sweet
Too long of feet
Right thru the mouth
Before it goes south

Some folks say that guy is me
But come on now I speak frankly
All my words are all classic
Like a bear is Catholic.

Don't let the beans right out of the bag
No matter what those people say
Just nip it in the butt
Before it mixed up.
Don't let the beans right out of the bag


by Dave Schipper (c) 2017 Rose Riversongs

Sunday, October 8, 2017

Don't Screw it Up

Chorus
Don't screw it up, again
You have the right plan 
just take her by the hand
And don't screw it up again

That night at the bar
I knew you were a star
From the way you walked in 
to the dimple on your chin
My heart did flutter
To find words that mattered

Chorus

We ain't 21 anymore
You're looking good at 34
We are both on our second try, 
No need to ask why
Let's make our own lovers tale 
I'll get you another pale ale

Chorus

Those nights you need a friend
Just to make the silence end
I'm a little bruised and dent
From the years I've spent
But let me open the door
There's so much life in store

by Dave Schipper (c) 2017 Rose Riversongs

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Friday, September 29, 2017

Simple Roots rethought.

Rethought to an Irish beat

Am                        G
She drew back her bow, and called out the key
F                   G       Am
A melody true and a tune in G,
Am            G
One by one, they each had a say
F         g      Am
Great start …..to the day.
F              g      Am
Great start …..to the day.
  Dm                       Am
With Pete taking pics of this motely crew
  G                  F       G    Am 
A cast of friends shared a fine brew
             F       G    Am
 they shared a fine brew

chorus
Dm                                G         
Here's to the roots and simple they be
F                  G         Am
Here's to the folks, who gather to see.
Dm                                  G          
Here's to the time, we share as friends† 
  Dm           G           Am
Noon time Sunday morning
   Dm              G      Am      F G Am
Noon time Sunday morning

Am                   G
There in the crowd, beside beer and crepes
F                   G       Am
Sat a young soul, his heart to take
Am                              G
She drew back her bow, and just let it ring
F           g      Am
She played  ..   his heartstrings
F               g      Am
She played  ..   his heartstrings
  Dm                       Am
After the show, he bought her a beer
  G                                        F     G  Am 
Told some stories and he laughed with her
            F    G     Am
he laughed with her

Chorus instrumental Chorus and OUT... And here is what it sounds like:

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Simple Roots


She drew back her bow, and called out the key
A melody true and they joined slowly
One by one, they each had a say
Just a waltz in G, a great start to the day.

Here’s to the roots and simple they be
Here’s the folks, who gather to see.
Here’s the time, hope it never ends.
Here’s to love, we share as friends 

With Pete on the pics and joy in the air
A cast of friends searched for a chair
Students huddled doing homework
To live music is oh such a perk

There in the crowd, beside beer and crepes
Sat a young soul, his heart for the take
She drew back her bow, and just let it ring
Not knowing she played his heartstrings

After the show, he hung around
Nursing an ale, a downtown brown
He shook Tom's hand, and got to meet her
They talked for an hour; left strangers no more.


Dave Schipper (c) 2017 Rose Riversongs