Thursday, January 26, 2012


Sorry ain’t enough,
As it rolls off your cuff.
It’s just a reflects to hide your defects.

You can’t earn her grace
From her wounded face;
She gives it freely, yes freely.

The lies you’ve told
And back stories unfold;
In the shadows doubts creak.

You spin it forward
You little coward;
Writing a new glory filled story.

The hypocrisy
Of our democracy
Beg Christian lies to be gospel

Sorry doesn’t cut it
When hit in the gullet
But smile arrogantly and win the day.

You can’t earn her grace
From her wounded face;
She gives it freely, yes freely.

By Dave Schipper © 2012 Rose Riversongs

Dedicated to all our lying politicians..

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Lady Mary's Eyes

Song was originally written by Janis Ian for the great Irish singer Mary Black , and I rephrased the wonderful song for Lady Mary Crawley from Downton Abbey. I have contacted Janis Ian to let her know I did this to her song, but I claim no ownership for this song or hers, it would not exist without Michelle’s performance of Mary or Janis’ original song.

Friday, January 20, 2012

Mary's Eyes.... rephrased.

Mary's eyes are auburn hue
And her hair's Newcastle gold
And she walks the thin white line between the body and the soul.
She's as faithful to her history
As a servant to his last;
For she's standing on the bones of England’s past.

She's singing of the graces
And the balance of the grand,
'Til I can almost feel my senses slipping through my trembling hand.
And I wonder as I hear her,
That the spirit still shines through
And she can reach across the ocean deep and break my heart in two...

Mary's wise and she is foolish;
She's as constant as the tide.
For it's a woman's heart that beats beneath that stubborn girl’s pride.
We are saints and we are sinners,
We are heros we are theives. We are all of us servants on the road to the abbey.


So let us cheer of glass of wine
To the East where Downton lies,
And we will stare across the waters
For a glimpse of Mary's eyes.
We are ships without a harbor,
We are sailors on dry land,
And the show goes on forever
Even though the Crawley’s can't.


Originally written by Janis Ian inspired by Mary Black, Rephrased by Dave Schipper without permission… Yet.

Song made popular by Gaelic Storm, here are the original lyrics.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Lady Mary

I know Mary is not for real.
Her perfection perfected in an hour
In costumes selected with zeal
And details down to the flowers.

I cannot live in Mary’s fa├žade
But I breathe in and enjoy it;
Reach out to take her hand
Walk to the garden and sit.

Oh Mary to live in your dream
Would make mortal men melt
I can only wish and scheme
Then wonder how it all felt.

By Dave Schipper © 2012 Roseriversongs

Dedicated to Lady Mary Crawley