New song, with lyrics by Darin Stevenson and myself

The Puddle Piano

(set to tune of The Gatlin Brothers "All the Gold in California")


G She told some little children who never read her poems
That all the puddles in the world led to other D worlds...

like a puddle of G water with the sun shining on her
is full of the reflection of the shiner her D self

G or a puddle of jello in red or green or yellow
is molded like a meadow of cherry lemonlime D snow

chorus

Imagine a C piano arising from a
G puddle though, but there's only this room D really.
Even if it’s filled with G stars


G Suppose I got a piano? Bold in pianissimo!
and everyone came to listen. Or no one came at D all.

Let’s say, instead, that G judges came. or maybe some surveillors
a whole sea of assailers to D drown all the notes

Some dreams might be G inside me. And even the piano.
Some spirits eviscerate D Ancient urgen G cies.

chorus

C Imagine a piano arising from a G puddle though
But there's only this room D really.
Even if it’s filled with G stars
stars D no one.
could possibly ob G serve.


- words liberally borrowed from my friend Darin Stevenson

(first draft)

the piano puddle song (set to tune of all the gold in california)

G She told some little children. ( Who never saw her book tho)

That all the puddles in the world...Led to other D worlds...

G like a puddle of water, with the sun shining on her

is full of the reflection

of the shiner herself

G or a puddle of jello, in red or green or yellow

is molded like a meadow,

of cherry lemonlime snow

G Suppose I got a piano?

Bold in pianissimo,

and everyone came to listen.

Or no one came at D all.

G Let’s say, instead, that judges came.

or maybe some surveillors

a whole sea of assailers

to D drown all the notes

G some dreams might be inside me.

And even the piano.

Some spirits eviscerate. D

Ancient urgencies.

C imagine a piano arising from a G puddle tho

But there's only this room D really.

Even if it’s filled with G stars

stars D no one.

could possibly ob G serve.