Monday, June 28, 2010

It is finished

Last night I felt tired of writing happy songs and I had this overwhelming passion to create a song inspired by Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah. I grabbed my son's electric guitar and started composing.

Ok, so true to his tweaking of King David's Bathsheba story, I thought about the road to Damascus and thought why not find a moment when true love was found NOT to be true. Wow... then I had the words "It is finished" run through my head. Kim will read this so I do tread on blasphemy, but she knows I'm a true believer. Who knows that God isn't inspiring me to use the words to open up the Bible to new ears. I digress but these things do flow through your mind.

So know I had a parts of the puzzle, I was determined it would not sound like another song I've written. So I plugged in Dustin's electric guitar, turned the patch to "METAL STACK", and then words and melody collided. I started with It is Finished... knew it was the chorus immediately. Remember the Chorus has to be the best part of the song, though if the rest is weak it'll be forgotten quickly. Then down my Damascus, but unlike Paul my revelation was that I was blinded by love.

What I love about it so far is that it can swing either voice, but I'm not crazy that I took the plunge to use Text. Such a modern phrase. I might stick with some and offend others. Now for the treat... I recorded the rift so that I can go back to work tomorrow without trying to remember it. It promises to be a busy week so I might now re-visit this for a while. Now I'll remember it later. The video starts with the chorus's melody line.

Finally yes some might find tangents in Dustin's current love life, but truly if it's in there so are many other pieces and parts from other love lives that I've ran into over the last 52 years.

It is Finished

Every night I wait for a text
And I cling to every word
Replies that leave me so perplex
Just feeling like a nerd

Then there is a glimpse of hope
A new life again after death
Only to find a new tight rope
We have drawn our last breath

It is finished, we are through
I beg forgiveness to the Lord
For you know not what you do
In the guise of loving true

Today I found my Damascus path
And my eyes were suddenly clear
Words you said too gift wrapped
I see there were just chevalier

Today I see I was on your strings
Trained to stay somewhere near
So say goodbye to your plaything
You’ve lost a treasure dear

It is finished, we are through
I beg forgiveness to the Lord
For you know not what you do
In the guise of loving true

By Dave Schipper © 2010 Rose Riversongs

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Mary's Eyes.... the video

So I own this song since June 12th, and I've played it 62 times according to my iTunes...

The song was recommended ironically my a gay male blog reader friend of mine Bruce Potts, and it is written by Janis Ian a pretty famous lesbian, about Mary Black. Truly this is a great study in song writing.. Newcastle gold is a great way to say Coal black hair.... Novice to his fast? now where did that come from but isn't it true.. the first time you decide to fast you might be the most dedicated. The across the ocean is such a metaphor for the distances between people; and to stare across the water for a glimpse of Mary's eyes... Can you imagine the times that you truly want something and just stare out into space thinking about it. Then there is the ocean... distance so vast like 20 years apart, 30 miles, two blocks if someone doesn't see you staring.

Then there is the second verse... wow such contrast in each line. I did a paltry cover of it and posted it below but I really recommend you buying Janis's or Gaelic Storm... yet if I can get it better, I really think this should be sung by a guy and I'll put some studio time to it.

Mary's eyes are startling blue
And her hair's Newcastle gold
And she walks the thin white line between the body and the soul
She's as faithful to her history
As a novice to his fast
For she's standing on the bones of Ireland's past

She's singing of the troubles
And the fire in the land
'Til I can almost feel the famine slipping through my trembling hand
And i wonder as I hear her,
That the spirit still shines through
And she can reach across the ocean deep and break my heart in two...

Mary's wise and she is foolish
She's as constant as the tide
For it's a woman's heart that beats beneath that stubborn Irish pride
We are saints and we are sinners
We are heros we are thieves

We are all of us beginners on the road to Galilee


So let us hiost a pint of silence
To the east where ireland lies
And we will stare across the waters
For a glimpse of Mary's eyes
We are ships without a harbor
We are sailors are on dry land
And the song goes on forever
Even though the record can't

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

You make me feel so.. by Paul Cebar

So after I popped off the iPod and slipped a cd into the garage player... Paul brought me back to life.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Forever young by Anchor in the Valley

Kelsey Waldon does a great job on the song... makes it feel like an old Carter Family song.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Steve Marking with Sinatra songs...

Of course everyone loves romance with Sinatra.. and while I can't sing like my friend Steve Marking.. and I love to listen to him.. plus I had a chance to back him up once too.

Confession of a true romantic, happy Father's day

Here's a new piece and an old piece from me for Father's Day. My dad died awhile ago but when is not really important. Truly it is more sad when a child doesn't out live his parents. I was lucky to be raised by intensely passionate parents. Rich in work ethic, but never would I describe them as Saints. As I've grown, I've understood the patchwork that God loves in us... the deep navies and the trouble corduroys are right next to the rich flannel and the bright silk. So for Father's Day I go back to something he passed me that I can't erase, romance. Say what you will about Dad, but he raised seven children while flirting with every pretty woman I ever saw him close to at a wedding or family get together.

First a song I wrote for Dad back in 2005...

Me and Dad never talked to much
He pounded nails for a paltry pay
We were just Catholic White Trash
Goin to church but not actin’ that way

Now I’m walkin’ with the ghost of my old man
I live his purgatory today
Refresh his soul from his bigotry
I am walkin’ in his footsteps everyday.
I am walkin’ in his footsteps everyday.

Dad had an eye on pretty girls,
He had sparkle eyes when he flirted
Now over 40 and I do the same
But like Dad, we never cheated

Your craft made wood come to life
Red River Valley was a hymn to you
Now I make the guitar wood sing
And I hasten to bid you adieu

Now I’m walkin’ with the ghost of my old man
I live his purgatory today
Refresh his soul from his bigotry
I am walkin’ in his footsteps everyday.
I am walkin’ in his footsteps everyday.

Footsteps Everyday by Dave Schipper © RoseRiversongs 2005

Next is just a fresh piece of prose with many inspirations from Leonard Cohen, Harry Chapin, and Rod McKuen ... so a guy's got to write about he knows sometimes '-) and I doubt if it will become a song like the last one. Of course, I do think it has potential if I write a cool chorus.. (eternal optimist ... yep I would think Dad first for an influence on that one.)

It is with dread I tell my story; my confession.
As I open myself to the honesty of consequences.
Addicted, I must avoid the public places of life
Anytime I sit in the open, it’s mere moments
And I’m lost in romance of another stranger.

These novelettes are one sided but each unique.
The cotton print of the blushing brunette
The piercing eyes of the gray hair beauty
The pug braid accentuating her long neck
And I’m lost in the unfolding love and danger.

The vulnerability is my haunting pleasure
These souls don’t realize their power over me
I’d be on bended knee in a flash if they knew.
A mere sentence or two would pierce a shy armor
Bleeding passion profusely, a life changer.

Though no one is hurt, scar tissue is growing.
Not that this play has no acts or scenes set,
It’s just that the reality of a few minutes
Is dwarfed by the epic played out in my head.
I’m just lost again in romance and I linger.

But drag me through the gutter; I do go on.
And I must admit my saviors are the angels.
I must only be attracted to the true golden ones.
They see this halo of a ring I wear proudly
And treat me as some else’s gift and tender.

Well a leopard can’t change his spots, nor I.
I am blanketed in love from a special woman.
One who knows me for the gypsy lover within
So my heart will skip a beat for sparkling eyes
And I’ll be lost in romance with another stranger.

But I sleep at peace with my true love
With a smile on my face.

(c) by Dave Schipper 2010 Rose Riversongs

ok maybe I have read way too much Rod McKuen in my youth... Happy Father's day to all.. and I hope that your boys grow up to be romantics in love with every woman they see.

Monday, June 14, 2010


Angie drove deep in my soul a few years back. Such an angel, and she left to prop her family in Colorado leaving me with the inspiration for this song.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Mary's Eyes....

Thanks for Bruce and his recommendation... I didn't realize that Janis Ian also was enthralled by Mary Black's eyes... video isn't much to watch, but it's a very good cover. I personally went and downloaded Janis's song from iTunes; and you should too.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Mary Black...

I've always loved any song I've heard sing... this video had me captured in her piercing gray eyes.