Wednesday, April 19, 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

Sunday, April 9, 2017

Simple Roots

She drew back her bow, and slyly she smiled

A voice in her head hadn’t talked in a while

Looked over the crowd and started to play

Just a waltz in G, a great start to the day.


Here’s to the roots and simple they be

Here’s to the folks, who gather to see.

Here’s to the time, hope it never ends.

Here’s to love, we share as friends 


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

Knowing full well, she played his heartstrings


Here’s to the roots and simple they be

Here’s to the folks, who gather to see.

Here’s to the time, hope it never ends.

Here’s to love, we share as friends 


After the show, he hung around

Nursing an ale, a downtown brown

He shook Tom's hand, and got to meet her

They spoke for and hour, and left strangers no more.



Here’s to the roots and simple they be

Here’s to the folks, who gather to see.

Here’s to the time, hope it never ends.

Here’s to love, we share as friends 



Dave Schipper (c) 2017 Rose Riversongs

Thursday, April 6, 2017

the gig



She joined the clutter of stage
Confident, curious, charming
Peering around the crowd to gauge
If anyone would be too alarming
Just a safe crowd
Not proud or loud

There in the quarter inch cords & plugs
Last night’s lost picks and busted strings
Then surprise a too quick friend hug
Focus again and sound guy is just a ding
Just a ding ling
A ling a ling

Some people came for the music
Some just to have a few new beers 
Others smell of too much prozac
A few shots and they dance and cheer
Let’s get it on
And on and on.

So breaks comes around, sigh and smile
Sweaty and tired with adrenaline rush
Grab a beer, hide for just awhile
Then he comes up with a cutest blush
Just a kid yep
Too flip but hip

Stammers out a hello to her
Figuring that she’d be gone in a flash
He says there’s no hyperbole
"I like you and I'm not white trash"
What a new line
A sign or shine

He said you are cute, potty break
Off she ran pondering him in the noise
Wandered back for goodness sake
Instrument in hand finding my voice
Looked up no boy
No corduroy joy

The night closes like normally does
Teardown, friends, a beer relaxer
The quiet in the car rare because
He weaves into the song mixer
The solo crowd
Not proud or loud

by Dave Schipper (c) 2017 Rose Riversongs 
dedicated to Jessie, Natalie, Jillian, & Sara