Ok Boomer

Old dogs can’t be taught new tricks New cliches or politics And when you ask him, He gets mad Give him old song with a story line Smokie bar and jar of moonshine And when you ask him, He gets sad

Ok Boomer, tell me again One ring of fire, how will it end Only the truth, you can defend Ok Boomer, ……tell me again Dad killed guys with swastikas Now kids die in Florida And when you ask him, He gets mad Times did change for the better Now we’re our own worst debtors And when you ask him, He gets sad Chorus Distant drums of discontent No love shown to immigrants And when you ask him, He gets mad He has not given up hope It’s in his nature to vote And when you ask him, He gets sad Chorus
(c) 2019 Dave Schipper Rose Riversongs

Let me walk (a nod to the Man in Black)

Oh mystery, don’t bury me In your hands, In your hands Take me back, face the facts I am weak, I am weak Let me walk in your grace
Let me feel the air of peace Let me stand for what is right Let me walk in path of light A child’s face, a worn out place In our hands, In our hands On TV screens and in my dreams My heart hurts, my heart hurts When morals are lost To the wealth of gain He finds no host In this evil game Take me back, the man in black Hold our hands, hold our hands Speak gentle words, now rarely heard Mend our hearts, mend our hearts Chorus (c) Dave Schipper 2019 Rose Riversongs

Angels in action

Angels in action

Need a reaction

Puppies on a string

Lightning in motion

Needs a commotion

Wild flowers in spring

Take me and gently

Whisper faintly

I hold to the wire

Sin with me saintly

Tonight so sadly

With you there is fire

(c) Rose Riversongs

by Dave Schipper

Summer's Day

There are moments

Too few hours in the day

To escape the way I’m feeling

To keep life at bay

This summers day,

You will not find me!

Off the grid and in hiding

Lost in Earl Grey tea

And in this moment

I push down the voices

In a search for silence

To regret no choices

I’m a subtle cake

With layers of mom and fun

I’ll add chocolate

And bake until I am done

by Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Riversongs

Struggle

The struggle is real

She pulled him out, He falls back

As part of the deal

He’s so grateful

She welded together his life

Endured the sparks of strife

Until He stood whole

Without the past He stole

There are no hidden answers

In the next barroom dancer

It becomes plain to see

What you meant to me

Words words words

Nothing is absorbed

Lies lies lies

All kept in side

At the table she set me down

Weary from a familiar song

I am the man she made

Then cast off in a trade

to be continued ....

By Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Riversongs

Down the road, again

You can drive me crazy 

Even call me lazy

You’re downright nasty

But I’m going down that road again

I ain’t no saint 

But you’re the sinner

Just ignored me like you been

Cuz I’m going down that road again

Turn away then

When you’re done

There’s more pretty girls then one

But I’ll go down that road again

by Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Riversongs

Liza Lee

There she goes out the door 

as she’s done times before 

Not with me, she’s just free 

Lil' dancer Liza Lee

She's just a wind swept queen

In naturally torn  jeans

She lights up the dance floor

The band wants to play more

She’s got Hell on her toes 

And Heart mom on her wrist 

Lil' angel on her knee

And save the bees daisy

The ready boys take note

And her tattoos they quote

"Love me for who I am

Not who you want me to be."

Yet this bright butterfly

Flirts and flutters on by

Out the door as before

She's just free Lil' Liza Lee.

by Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Riversongs

Stout Friend

Spring Love

Pinch me in the morning you’re still here

It’s been months but full of years

We watch the flowers and trees bloom

Over morning coffee in  the porch room

Spring love let me sing

The flowers I’ll bring

The notes will ring

Spring love let me sing

When I saw your old lover in the crowd

I just wanted to shout out loud

You crazy dumb ass fool

You ain’t the sharpest tool

Why he left I do not know

Is it inside you that has yet to show

I do believe it was a flaw of his

Not to treasure your kiss

Spring love let me sing

The flowers I’ll bring

The notes will ring

Spring love let me sing

Meet me halfway

Agree to disagree

Hear what I say

You mean so much to me

I didn’t win you as much as pick you up

I showed you friendship that wouldn’t stop

Even gave you that alone space

Plus, I’ll do it all with grace

By Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Riversongs

Crumbs

I’m good with the crumbs of your life
As you add layer and layer of icing
The base holds a strong foundation

Where once I was offered a huge slice
I'm content to lick my fingers of icing
With joy and jubilation

Yes I would relish a full serving
An hour of talking and listening
Till then, my crumb celebration  

by Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Riversongs

Driving home

When you’re foiled at the four way
Running circles in the roundabout
And writing curses of road rage
Pull over and write me a text

Tell me your wildest dreams
Tigers, and bears oh my
Tell me your softest desires
Pillows, flowers and cat fur

Now that you’re refreshed
Grab the wheel and drive
Polite and not in a rush
I love you and want you to...

Survive.

by Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Riversongs

The note

The note gave her three choices

Say nothing and confirm his thoughts

Say thanks and confirm his thoughts

Or open up Pandora’s box

Words all have several meanings

She let it sit for a few days

Then gently opened the lid to say

“You are nothing and everything to me,

Please leave me but never go away.”

She stopped right there and hit send.

Now the world lives in text message

We long for the pen and paper

Time and texture versus rapid words

Her words went unread forever

He died thinking his thoughts confirmed.

By Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Riversongs

Wind

Wind, the source of comfort on a hot day.

The cause of the snow spray

The generator of power seen from the highway

The dustball rolling on the spillway.

Your are my friend and my nemesis

The cracking of trees limbs

The interruption to a good concert

The transporter of seeds

Good ones and weeds.

You are as might as a jet stream

Or as gentle as a dream.

Carry me away to the next place

Lure me with a caress to my face

Wind oh wind

Do not end.

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

Dream Catcher

Yes I turned the corner in the store to see

a wall of dream catchers; really?

How does an ancient native idea, 

get to be a modern decor piece.

I reach out to marvel at the taught string

wrapped around a birch branch

twisted in an incredibly precise circle

and I was transported to field.

Truly this was not an manufactured China

imitation dream catcher but real

I could smell the grain blowing in the breeze

I see hear my heart beat.

Spiritually my mouth was dry

but I could taste the coolness of a spring

Is this my imagination or did my touch

Open this dream world weaved into this piece.

The feathers so soft appeared to be a pheasant

And the sound of a rustling bird 

Taking to flight was total clarity.

Holy or mystical the dream catcher spirit lived.

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

Cry for Attention

Some say it’s a cry for attention

Maybe it is.

Some say I’m a bit impatient

Could be right.

All of this analysis 

can be useless

Or can be priceless

just because.

When push comes to shove

I’m just hungry

Hungry for word filled love

Yep a chat.

Fill me up with ideas 

Glint your eyes

Just talk about whatever

And I’ll be fine.

Well until then, I’ll write

Even if it feels

Just a little contrite

Being one sided.

Plus I’ll likely cry

or whine

To myself this time

for attention.

By Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Roseriversongs

Community of Believers

I belong to a community of believers

To a rich group of deceivers

You know the saint and sinner bunch.

Come on just take a hunch 

That we know what we’re all doing.

When we gather for an hour.

We don’t and that’s ok

Someone leads us along

Maybe teaches a new song.

Ha and we all get along.

For an hour or so.

Yep these Lutherans are a diverse bunch

and down the road you find

Another less diverse tribe.

One calls themselves open

One has a closed communion.

One can only imagine

What would Jesus do

If he had to decide where to go.

Who had the best pot luck?

Who needed the the most help?

One’s faith says he’s there to all

Because they hit the quorum

Three in his name and all.

Makes a community seem small.

Could be a street corner to hit that.

And you he’s probably there too

Because he said he would.

And we take him for his word

Because we’re a community of believers.

Sometimes known as deceivers.

by Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Riversongs

In the morning

I love the way I see you in the morning.

Your face as pure and unpainted

The pain from the morning distress

The lines from the linens pressed

Unsightly and not presentable is false

Real and my companion for life

I can see the smiles and the laughter

Mixed in the blahs of morning after

You are a soul mate that refreshes me

When I really would rather shut down

You nourish me with a great song

One that I take with me all day long.

by Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Riversongs

Snowbound

Snowbound and I can't get out (x3)

I have to stay here sleeping

Jill and Charlie couldn’t get home (x3)
Before the blizzard started

The Snow's up and door won’t open(x3)
I'll ride it out until Wednesday

The old man's mad but I don't care (x3)
So I’ll just Skype his daughter

If he don't give it up I'll call her all day(x3)
Just to drive him crazy

Snowbound and I can't get out (x3)
I have to stay here sleeping

A traditional song (Waterbound) rewrite by 

Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Riversongs.

February 2019 record breaking snow.

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

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.