Ah friends you never have met...

Samantha Farrell has been a friend for a while through these wonderful world wide web connections. Why? Who knows for sure how it started and I'm sure I sheepishly ventured into a MySpace site that I didn't belong and started complimenting her on the music that I was listening too... Graciously notes went back and forth, which is why I lay claim that mostly women are better engaging people in this new mode of music marketing.

Ah... am I being harsh to say that all conversation is calculated. Well it should be to a point. We live in a transparent world that anything you write better be that...calculated but I would add honest too. If the second part is added, you can always line up in court and say, "yes ... ha ha I said that and I meant it... maybe I had two extra glasses of wine and my inhibitions were down, but yes I think Samantha Farrell is a beautiful woman"

Ok where am I heading... ?

Long story short, I fell in love with her song Shake, bought the rest of her first Cd, followed her life's journey including some ASCAP workshops and a loss of a dear friend,...then I shared Shake with the band and we started covering it... besides all that I grew to appreciate Sam's mother and her passionate blogs.

So along comes an upcoming cd by Sam... hang on more to come with that in future blogs... until then... suffice to say she inspired the following with a picture of her barefooted wanting to dance among the daiseys.















The field was filled with bare foot girls
The church doors opened wide
The laughter of the children filled
The spirit of these sullen eyes

Solid stone over 100 years old
Means nothing to the little ones
But a spirit binds a new foothold
One to last to their father’s sons

Hallelujah The spirit is passed
Hallelujah Love is free at last
Hallelujah The table is set
Hallelujah No fears, no regrets

A rich patchwork of sizes and colors
A human ebb and flow in waves
Precious fabric his earth he covers
With the souls he pledges to save.

‘tween the toes are daisy petals
He loves me and he loves me more
He plants the seed and wins the medals
But he weeps at the wages of war

Hallelujah The spirit is passed
Hallelujah Love is free at last
Hallelujah The table is set
Hallelujah No fears, no regrets

The field was filled with bare foot girls
The store doors opened wide
The hunger of the people filled
The spirit of these sullen eyes

A rich harvest is bountiful
Grown and nurtured to maturity
Tastes and words purposeful
Bear love of holy purity.

Hallelujah The spirit is passed
Hallelujah Love is free at last
Hallelujah The table is set
Hallelujah No fears, no regrets

Driven to avoid dread and lamenting
Though streets were literally torn apart
She kept her small frame moving
The chaos couldn’t shake her heart

Music played in this City of Dreams
So she acted as muse in this game of luck
Won the prize strawberry cream
Then she moved on as the melody stuck

by Dave Schippper
(c) 2009 Rose Riversongs
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Of course ... venture here if you dare as I learn to sing the song I wrote... HA