With deep roots in the bluegrass and folk music of Southwestern Virginia as well as classic rock and blues,the boys from Sweet Virginia Breeze play a folk/rock mix of originals and covers. Along with these traditional influences, many of SVB's songs are influenced by Baroque Pop and Indie artists.
February 15
Jon taking creative liberty...
LAST TRAIN TO CALGARY
Welcome to my sawdust kingdom
The smell of leather's like an old memory
Hear the engine as it roars beneath me
On the last train to Calgary
Mama said don't you ride them ponies
Daddy told me to stay at home
Little Sister cried when I hit the doorway
Bound for where the cowboys roam
CHORUS
Hear the crowd screamin' as we hit the gates
A thousand-pound rocket strapped between my knees
Feel the ghosts of a hundred thousand cowboys
Who all caught the last train to Calgary
Baby, baby don't you hold my shirtsleeve
Cause you know your man was born to ride
And I made me a vow to the Northern starlight
That I'm gonna ride them all before I die
CHORUS
Now I'm strapped up to my thousand-pound rocket
And he's snorting fire and breathing ash
I see the ghost of a gray old cowboy
He nods at me and he's gone in a flash
CHORUS
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February 9
Mary met Jack and they knew it was love
That they should be together was the only thing
They were sure of but it was enough
Jack had dreams of flyin the skies
Mary knew his dreams had to be realized
So she held her peace and never asked him not to go
She was the sweetest little thing hed seen
He was the man who haunted all her dreams
And before he left he gave a promise and a wedding ring
Ill be back, dont you worry
I wont change, dont you worry
Ill come back and give you all my love
I dont know much, but thats one thing Im sure of.
Mary knew her place was to stand by her man
So she dried her tears and let go of his hand
And she watched him fly into the wild blue
She remembered him as he was back then
Sweet and kind, a girls best friend
And she say these words over and over again
Ill be back, dont you worry
I wont change, dont you worry
Ill come back and give you all my love
I dont know much, but thats one thing Im sure of.
But the sky and the soldiers have a tendency
To change a man from what he used to be
He came back orders and sharp dress blues, unaware, without a clue
Mary couldnt take it or understand
What had become of her soft-hearted man
She jumped at the touch of his cold steel hand
At night she would cry on her side of the bed
And run through the memories tucked away in her head
But she never repeated that broken promise he made
Ill be back, dont you worry
I wont change, dont you worry
Ill come back and give you all my love
I dont know much, but thats one thing Im sure of.
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February 9
#77
Seven and seven preceded by the pound sign
Gets the Virginia state patrol on the telephone line
No I dont have a problem and I havent seen a crime
Im just tryin to stay awake and Im havin a hard time
My family is sleepin and my girlfriends gone to bed
And Im sick and tired of listenin to the music in my head
Then I saw the blue sign on the right side of the road
Dial pound seventy-seven on your touchtone mobile phone
I know its not exactly the idea yall had in mind
But I sure would appreciate 10 minutes of your time
Im havin a few problems with my relationship
Cause my girlfriend has the sweetest pair of heroin-laced lips
But we are tryin so hard to behave like we should
To be honest with you officer were tired of bein good
And Im a little worried about the path that I should take
How far can I go and how much money will I make
The life that I have chosen seems to make a lot of sense
But Im still fightin hard to keep from fallin off this fence
I think I need a new car this ones seen its share of miles
But Ive got to just sit tight and save my money for a while
You never know what might be waitin up around the bend
And I spend each night prayin Ill see heaven at the end
And Im just barely not asleep
And Im tryin my best just to keep
The car between the lines
And Im just a few more miles from home
Youve been really very kind, but maam if you dont mind
Just stay on the phone and Ill be fine
Well you know more about me now than all my closest friends
Aint it funny how well tell a stranger all our sins
Its like we know weve got to just get em off our chest
By telling someone we dont know its easy to confess
You know I love these mountains and the sky above the trees
But I still think Id rather buy a house down by the sea
Maybe itd be different if I saw it everyday
But I aint ever gonna get the money anyway
Wait a minute why should I assume Ill come up short
Why do always assume Ill take the last resort
why is it when i touch her i can't breathe and start to shake
i don't know how much more my worried mind can take
Thats enough about me lets talk some about you
Other than police work what is that you do
--instrumental break with adlibbed imitations of a one-sided conversation-
You know I think forgiveness is the answer to your pain
I dont think hell ever put you through all this again
And Im almost there
I can feel the air
Turnin colder
As I climb up this mountainside
And see the lights of home
Youve been really kind, but maam if you dont mind
Just stay on the phone and Ill be fine
I guess that I should let you go, Ive made it to my home
Im sure that you are ready to hang up your telephone
I sure appreciate the kindness you have shown tonight
I think that we can safely say you saved this young mans life
I sure will be more careful and try to get some rest
You said you had some kids so I guess mother would know best
Thanks again for all youve done and if you get in a jam
Call me at this number and Ill help you all I can
Take care of your kids and let your husband come back home
At least we both got somethin out of talkin all night long
Nothing on this earth is more important than that love
Remember that its sent to us from Him who sits above
Seven and seven preceded by the pound sign
Gets the Virginia state patrol on the telephone line
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January 10
ok - so some new lyrics - born of a morning of listening to Metallica
and Cross Canadian Ragweed and thinking about classic CDB and Black
Sabbath...combined with watching the Country Boys documentary on PBS
last night (continued tonight at 9 if you're interested) and thinking
about things from my past... :-)
the tune is sort of a cross between Bob Seger's "Turn the Page" and Stillwater's "Guess you had to be there" (from Almost Famous)...but different.
Who's Idea Was This? (the real truth about teenage appalachia)
Come on put out your cigarette
On the back of your left hand
And dont you holler when it burns
Prove that youre a man
Now were blowin down the road
At a hundred miles an hour
Dont you be the first to swerve
Or well all call you a coward
--drop to minor--
Steering wheel is clenched inside
Both white-knuckled fists
Headlights blindin both your eyes
Screamin whos idea was this?
--kickin' driving tempo--
Drunk and high
Buzzed and wired
Its gonna get us killed
Black and red
X and Y
We dont care man theyre pills
This one-horse town
Has got me down
Im about to go insane
So shoot em up
And chase em down
And burn holes in your brain
--insert burning solo here--
Its Saturday - youve got it made
You can get some if you try
Just park the car out in the woods
Away from prying eyes
A little meth and about a fifth
Of John Lees finest shine
Backseat angel goin down
you're losin' track of time
--minor--
Suddenly she tenses up
Lets out a stifled cry
You turn around and double barrels
Fill up both your eyes
--tempo up--
Drunk and high
Young and wild
Its gonna get you killed
Papa dont want
His little girl
Givin you your thrill
now he says
hes gonna try
to kill you with his fists
this might be
your night to die
youre thinking whos idea was this?
--insert screaming solo here
Drunk and high
Buzzed and wired
Its gonna get us killed
Black and red
X and Y
We dont care man theyre pills
This one-horse town
Has got me down
Im gonna go insane
So shoot em up
And chase em down
And burn holes in your brain
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January 5
The
meter for this first song is a lot like "Long Ride Home" by Patty
Griffin, but when I write the music i'm sure it will be somewhat
different (that whole plagiarism thing ). It's called
With The Dawn
Come on lets put some coffee on
No dont turn on the light
the window's glowing in the dawn
and the lamp is much too bright
come and sit here with me
on my shoulder rest your head
weve barely risen from the night
and your skins still warm
like goin back to bed
work will have to wait a while
though day is comin on
with a smile you realize
that your coffees way too strong
slip your little hand in mine
and softly hum our song
I could stay here all my life
it wouldnt be too long
But Im leavin with the dawn
I turn my car around
and I pull out of your drive
its gotta be the hardest thing
Ive done in my whole life
i rub my eyes and start to grin
my hand smells just like you
runnin northbound once again
and Ill be gone
for at least a night or two
Im gonna be gone for awhile
Well just have to get along
And try to hang on to a smile
And keep singin' our song
I cant stand the lonely nights
And days are much too long
but Im rollin up this highway
with day a comin on
Im leavin in the dawn
--instrumental interlude (i'm envisioning guitar and maybe even mandolin)--
I close my eyes and try to sleep
But I know that it wont come
Ill just keep on wakin up
And prayin for the sun
This is gonna be the longest
Night Ive ever known
Cause Im comin back to you
as soon as mornin comes
Im leavin with the dawn
this second song is just for fun, not true or anything - i can't even
stomach most hard liquors after that Haiti thing (eesh). But it's fun
nonetheless - classic honky tonk
"Beam"
An ambitious man wants to conquer the world
Big houses, fast cars, and the prettiest girls
But an under-achievers highest ambition
Is to just die at home alone in the kitchen
With a bottle of old Jimmy Beam
I dont need no glass just gimme the bottle
I aint got no class and whiskey is what I need
Gimme my old buddy Beam
The bartender says man its time to leave
Its getting real late a quarter past three
I said allright, Ill call it a night I believe
But Im takin my old buddy Beam
I dont need no glass just gimme the bottle
I aint got no class and whiskey is what I need
Gimme my old buddy Beam
I dont like vodka and scotch aint my thing
If old Tom were here Id say bring him
A bottle of beer
And while youre over here
Bring me a bottle of Beam
I dont need no glass just gimme the bottle
I aint got no class and whiskey is what I need
Gimme my old buddy Beam
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freeadmission
I love the new song (\"Maritime Teenage Elopement\").
What I want to know is how late you stayed up last
night to write it. :-P
posted Dec 20