When I Still Believed (lyrics) by Melissa Javors

I was a fine romantic. I would have followed you

Across the wide Atlantic into the wild blue.

When every tear was hopeful, I never missed my pride.

When suffering was noble and the truth, denied.

 

You should have known me when I believed.

You would have loved me, singin’ “Love is All you Need.”

You should have seen that heart hanging on my sleeve.

You should have known me when I still believed.

 

I would have shared your vision and given you your space

Mistaken your resistance for a passing phase

Come up with explanations for your neglect

Lowered my expectations and my self-respect

 

You should have known me when I believed.

You would have loved me, singin’ “Love is All you Need.”

You should have seen that heart hanging on my sleeve.

You should have known me when I still believed.

 

I believed that I could give you what I never learned to take.

I believed we all were living for love’s sake.

I believed all the emotions in those sentimental songs.

I believed our hearts could open,

Maybe I was wrong…

 

You should have known me when I believed.

You would have loved me, singin’ “Love is All you Need.”

You should have seen that heart hanging on my sleeve.

You should have known me when I still believed.

 

(Alan’s note – It absolutely kills me that this song never made it onto a record, the melody is just as beautiful as the words. I only heard it twice around a song circle and never could forget it. Except I misremembered that one line as “You should have seen that heart, shining on my sleeve” an edit I got attached to after singing the song to myself about 1000 times.)

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The View From Here (Lyrics) by Gregg Cagno and Christian Bauman

I asked Michelangelo how he could bear, to lie on his back, for months, 
and stare at the ceiling he painted with particular care.
He said, “The view of the nuns was amazing from there.”
The sight of the sisters in stark, silent rows…
The fall of a paint drop, upturned face from below…

And the view from here it takes your breath now honey
The view from here leaves you alone.
The view from here it shuts you up now honey.
The view from here, you’re halfway home.

Joan of Arc gave one last sigh. Rope crossed her chest and the flame licked her eyes.
Crowd in the distance, no big surprise, laugh you through to the by and by.
The steam from her teardrops, wrists all back and bent,
The shake of her shoulders. She said, “Oh, that’s what you meant…”

And the view from here it takes your breath now honey
The view from here leaves you alone.
The view from here it shuts you up now honey.
The view from here, you’re halfway home.

The end of the day,
The end of the week,
The end of the month,
A kiss on the cheek,
View of the future, shaky at best.
But the view of my love in a flowered dress…

Well I don’t know, but I’ve heard rumors fly that Satan himself, when he said goodbye,
Gave one last look around heavenly skies, handed his wings to Michael and cried,
“No more will I know you. No more can we be friends. 
But the view of your face, my brother, I’ll never forget.”

And the view from here it takes your breath now honey
The view from here leaves you alone.
The view from here it shuts you up now honey.
The view from here, you’re halfway home.
Home.

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Big Hourglass (Lyrics) by LJ Booth

I remember back in college, It was sometime in the fall.
I was walking by a Maple tree, Flaming red and tall…
And, as I passed beneath it, One leaf out of that flame
Fell right into my breast pocket And I haven’t been the same.

It was like the whole world was a big hourglass…
Top is like the future, bottom like the past.
And at that narrow middle part, where only one grain can pass,
Is the ever-living moment and I want to understand
That simple grain of sand.

It was somewhere in Nebraska. We’d been driving quite awhile…
When I glanced over at my daughter, she had this very special smile.
It had this extra little wrinkle like my grandma’s used to do.
And, for a moment, it was real hard to tell the difference ‘tween the two.

It was like my family was a big hourglass
My daughter, like the future. Grandma like the past.
And at that little moment, where only one smile can pass,
The two were joined together and I want to understand
This simple grain of sand.

Spring is coming on here. There’s moisture in the breeze.
The river is running higher. Buds are popping in the trees.
So I picked up my guitar today. I didn’t really have a plan…
And this song just kind of jumped right out. Buds were popping in my hands

And it’s like the whole world is a big hourglass.
Top is like the future, bottom like the past.
And, at that narrow middle part, where only one grain can pass,
Is the ever-living moment, and I want to understand
That simple grain of sand.

Like my daughters’s smile… Like that Maple leaf…
I will give to you this moment. Because it’s my belief
That the middle of the hourglass qs this place where I now stand
So I’ll do my best to sing and try to understand
That simple grain of sand.

 

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My latest obsession – Tumblr

It’s too cool. If you aren’t there yet. You really ought to check it out.

http://alanrowoth.tumblr.com

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Gravity (lyrics) – by Peggy Bertsch

Ever watch a little kid, climbing a tree,
and wonder how he gets so high?
It’s as if he simply has no fear of falling.
like the thought had never crossed his mind…

You can call it reckless or even bravery…
But, chances are, it’s just no one’s told him yet about Gravity

I bet most of us are not afraid of love
until the first time our heart’s break.
But ever after that we linger on the brink
Cause we know just what’s at stake.

And it takes a little recklessness and even bravery
to let go, knowing what we know about Gravity

It’s the law of nature.
Can’t be defeated.
But, if we’re lucky,
we might get a chance to cheat it.
So lets make believe…
There you go, we’re flying!
Well, don’t look now,
but we’re defying Gravity.

There are hearts that are so full of their own fear
they come crashing to the ground.
But the ones who have the nerve to trust their wings
can soar as if they’re never coming down.

It’s one part recklessness and one part bravery
to risk it all on the mercy of the winds and Gravity.

It’s the law of nature.
Can’t be defeated.
But, if we’re lucky,
we might get a chance to cheat it.
So lets make believe…
There you go, we’re flying!
Well, don’t look now,
but we’re defying gravity.
We are defying gravity.

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BOT Showcases NERFA 2012 – Alan Rowoth and Sally Johnson Present

Hey! I am trying to figure out how to include pictures in my WordPress Blog. Lets see if this works…

NERFA 2012 Alan Rowoth & Sally Johnson Showcases

A few photos from the Big Orange Tarp showcases at NERFA in November 2012

58 Photos

 

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The Sea and the Shore – by Amy Speace (lyrics)

Said the Sea to the Shore, when the evening tide came in,
“I am here to tell you tales of where I’ve been.
In the shells I whispered my love songs and secret lies.
Even left them at your door for you to find.
Tempered the force of my waves when your gods would roar,
Took care of the ships for the men you sent off to war.
And I’ve longed for you for so long.”, said the Sea to the Shore.

Said the Shore to the Sea,
“You left me here too long.
I was promised to the Moon while you were gone.
He waited until the brightest night
To demand my hand under his fullest light
and promised he’d always stay and watch over me.
Oh, why did you wait till now?” said the Shore to the Sea

Said the Sea to the Shore,
“I swore that I’d return.
And here I am, with all that I have learned.
I can hold you now with arms of foam and spray.
Touch you at the coming of dusk and the break of day.
Smoothing out the folds on every stone.”
Said the Sea to the Shore,
“Don’t leave me here alone.”

Said the Shore to the Sea,
“You said all these things before.
And, I tell you, I can’t hear them any more…
Oh there was a time once, I’d have given in.
I’d hear your savage whitecaps rolling in.
Your troughs would come up slow beneath my chin.
Your mists would kiss me softly on my skin,
leavin’ the salty trails where you you have been.
My legs would give out in your undertow.
But Sea, that was a long long time ago…”

So the Sea took one last look and turned away
And the Shore was more than strong enough to stay.
Castles melted back into the sand,
Driftwood drifted up onto the land,
Rocks rose up proud in the shiny skin,
And the shells began their gossiping again…

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I Love It When She Lies – by Greg Trooper

Ever since I was a kid in school
And learned all about the golden rule
Even if it meant I’d lose my cool
I would never lie

And if anyone told a fib to me
They’d lose a friend and gain an enemy
But all that changed just recently
Since I fell for her

I love it when she lies to me
Tells me that we’ll always be
Together for eternity
She don’t even have to try
It comes to her so naturally
She bends the truth so easily
When she looks into my eyes
And tells me I’m the prize
I love it when she lies

Tonight she’ll tell me once again
I’m her lover and her closest friend
Then kiss me deep like it will never end
Like she’s got nothing to hide

I might find someone else someday
Who means every single word they say
But honestly honesty
It’s not all that it’s cracked up to be

I love it when she lies to me
Tells me that we’ll always be
Together for eternity
She don’t even have to try
It comes to her so naturally
She bends the truth so easily
When she looks into my eyes
And tells me I’m the prize
I love it when she lies

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The Fisher Space Pen and me.

One of the people I follow on Twitter is actor Nathan Fillion. Currently starring in the TV show “Castle”, I first became aware of him in the Joss Wheedon series “Firefly” which remains my favorite television show of all time. If you are unfamiliar with his work, please check him out. http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0277213/

Anyway, yesterday he tweeted:

“I like a good pen. Fine point, wet, black ink like the Pilot Varsity. Your writing utensil preference?”

This is a particular issue for me as well. Pens are important. Whether you are trying to write down the telephone number of your future exwife, get driving directions, or capture a song lyric before it flies away, a good pen is an essential tool that should be in everyone’s toolbox. And they can be surprisingly unreliable and troubling. All this hullaballoo about a pen? Sherman, set the Wayback Machine for the 1980’s. (erie music plays, the screen begins to shimmer and a much younger Alan appears)

I had been in Las Vegas for a computer convention and the guy sitting next to me on the plane appeared to be somewhat of a blowhard. I had already finished the book I brought on the trip and was a captive audience. Have you ever met a guy who had been abducted by aliens? This was that kind of guy. Anyway he started rattling on about how he was a millionaire developer from Reno (sitting next to the hippie flying coach) and he was on his way to DC for a private meeting with then President George H.W. Bush, to share with the Commander in Chief some of his valuable insights on how to fix and grow the American Economy. He started to share some of those insights with me as well, and then I explained that the economy was really “outside” my personal purview.

So he moved on to  tell me how he had registered the trademark “Consider…” to use promoting his development projects in Reno. (“Consider… Reno”) Then he showed me this little tiny pen that he had custom ordered a box of that had printed on the side “Consider… Me”

Apparently he was using these to pickup women in bars. He swore they worked like a charm. I remained dubious. In passing, he mentioned proudly that this was no ordinary pen. It was a “Fisher Space Pen” The “greatest pen in the world.” I mumbled something condescending and tried to get him to move on to a more interesting topic. He said, “No, really. Here. Take one” and he handed me a “Consider… Reno” pen. (I guess I wasn’t cute enough to warrant the “Consider… Me” model.)

I nodded, stuck the pen in my pocket, and promptly forgot about it. After a few more minutes of his self important prattling, I lost interest in the encounter and feigned sleep for the rest of the flight. I thought no more about Mr. Millions for some time.

Then one day, I needed to transcribe some crucial information and the normal pen I was carrying malfunctioned. In a panic I searched my belongings and found the magical Fisher Space Pen. It was tiny and singularly unimpressive to look at. (This was the Fisher “Stick” pen, not nearly as sexy as the Fisher “Bullet” which I later discovered.) Still, it was a pen and that was really all I needed. I pulled off the cap and started to write. It worked exactly like a pen and I got the girl’s number. (No, we never married.)

There was no orgasm. My life didn’t change the first time I touched the pen. I still didn’t think much about it. It was a pen. But it worked and it became my “go to” pen. As the weeks began to pass, I noticed that the pen never failed. I never had to scribble it frantically on something to wake it up. The heat of my pocket never cooked the ink solid as it did with the Bic pens that didn’t leak all over my pants first. It wrote upside down and in any other position I tried. (Yes, I am that adventurous…) I could write on greasy cookbook pages and glossy photographs. It gently changed my world.

Finally, one day the epiphany came. Darn it, the Fisher Space Pen was, in fact, The Greatest Pen In the World. I wanted to write Mr. Millions and thank him, but I had forgotten his name before the plane landed. Since that time, I try to always have a Fisher Space Pen on my person. I have given dozens as gifts to friends, family, and some of my favorite song writers. I am not sure that they ever converted anyone as powerfully as I was converted, but these are great great pens. My single favorite feature is that they never dry out, cook, or skip. The only way to kill one is to empty it. I lose or give mine away before I have ever run one down to nothing.

If you haven’t tried one, I suggest you buy one and live with it for a while. It doesn’t hit you all of a sudden, but one day you’ll realize this is no ordinary pen. Fisher is the Apple of pen companies.   http://www.fisherspacepen.com/ If you are already “married” to another pen, Fisher makes refills that fit most fine writing instruments. The brilliance of the Fisher is really all in the refill.

For you tech heads, here is why it’s the best pen in the world:

“The ballpoint is made from tungsten carbide and is precisely fitted in order to avoid leaks. A sliding float separates the ink from the pressurized gas. The thixotropic ink in the hermetically sealed and pressurized reservoir is claimed to write for three times longer than a standard ballpoint pen. The pen can write at altitudes up to 12,500 feet (3810 m). The ink is forced out by compressed nitrogen at a pressure of nearly 35 pounds per square inch (240 kPa). Operating temperatures range from -30 to 250 degrees Fahrenheit (-35 to 120 degrees Celsius). The pen has an estimated shelf life of 100 years.”

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Hello world!

I have been a bad boy. I now spend my life in an automobile, with far less computer access than I have had in most of the last two decades. I seldom get online. I haven’t kept up with my email addresses. And thru inattention, I let speculators steal several of my web domains including rowoth.com and alanrowoth.com. They are now trying to extort money from me to return them. That isn’t going to happen. I hope to eventually reclaim those sites once they abandon them, but I won’t give them a red cent to ransom them back. So, for the forseeable future. Rowoth.net is the new permanent home of Alan Rowoth on the web.

I just installed WordPress which I actually know absolutely nothing about. So I will likely post again soon. Once I take some time to RTFM.

Aloha,

Alan

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