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    Sing Pretty Lady

    Hey pretty lady with the red dress on
    Buskin’ on the corner, all day long
    Sing it sweet but sing it strong
    Sing pretty lady with your red dress on

    Your song is like a lover’s kiss, the pleasure without pain
    Whiskey from a paper bag dulls my aching brain
    Cold fire in my belly, the voice of a gypsy queen
    We are chasing rainbows, shadows of our dreams

    So sing pretty lady
    Sing for me a high lonesome song
    Sing pretty lady
    Sing it sweet but sing it strong

    I worked hard all my life getting closer to my goal
    But every time that I look up it’s farther than before
    Now I wander empty streets, hat held in my hand
    Searching for the answers, I do not understand

    I’m leaving here tomorrow on a slow train heading south
    Going home in glory where my bones will turn to dust
    They say the grass is greener, just on down the line
    Make my bed in darkness, leave  troubles far behind.

    © 2018 Murray D Little (SOCAN), Peter May, Dianne Sophia Quinton (SOCAN). Used by Permission. All Rights Reserved.

    A Shell of a Man

    Street light shining through my window pane
    Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain
    Darkness creeps upon me, seeps into my soul
    Black Dog howls at my door.

    I close my eyes, see the fallen lay
    On the muddy battlefield where I learned to Pray
    Angel on my shoulder, rifle in my hand
    Sent me home a shell of a man.

    Just holding on, holding on
    In the silence of the dark before the dawn
    Just holding on, holding on
    A shell of a man just holding on.

    Jump at my own shadow, back towards the wall
    All your thoughts and prayers can’t help me at all
    Haunted by the horror, I could not understand
    Left me a shell of a man.

    Daylight shining through my window pane
    Made it through the night to sunshine again
    Will it be whiskey or sacramental wine
    Choices of a troubled mind.

    © 2017 Murray D. Little (SOCAN). Used by Permission. All Rights Reserved.

    A Fallen Angel

    An ache in my heart that’s deeper than deep
    Hollow feeling I just can’t beat
    Been through hell but I could not find
    The source of this Devil troublin’ my mind.

    I lie in bed, these nights without end
    Close my eyes, I see you with her
    Living the life that I wanted to
    I’m a Fallen Angel, fallen for you.

    Darling, kiss me once more
    Before I lock up my windows, seal up my door
    One last time secure in your arms
    Your Fallen Angel I mean you no harm.

    Should have known I’d never fit in
    Destined to stand on the sidelines again
    Always watching never part of the game
    I’m a Fallen Angel, no one to blame.

    Worshiped the ground that you walked upon
    Now it’s clear your passion is gone
    Being friends is all you need
    But I just can’t help how I feel.

    So I’m build walls that you can’t get around
    No doorways or windows will ever be found
    My walls are thick to shut out the pain
    And stop the tears from falling again.

    © 2019 Murray Little (SOCAN), Murray Fitch (SOCAN) and Laura Wytrykush. Used by Permission. All Rights Reserved.

    Fairy Tale Story

    Five hundred dollars can’t buy you much comfort
    In a city of fortune and fame
    The rich getting richer, the poor wonderin’ why
    They’re nothing but pawns in the game.

    At the top of the class they all said I’d go far
    The girl most likely to shine
    When twisting of fate on the road in the night
    Dealt a hand that wasn’t so kind.

    Where is my white knight to come rescue me
    To take me away from my reality

    Tell me a story, a fairy tale story
    With a happy ending for me
    Of Princes and Kings, castles and Queens
    Spared a life of broken down dreams.

    In a rundown motel on the outskirts of town
    The woman now well past her prime
    In the arms of a lover who pays by the hour
    My mask say’s that I’m doing fine.

    Nights spent alone in a tumbled down shack
    Just to get out of the rain
    A day to day existence, getting by and getting high
    My choices to numb all the pain.

    © 2018 Murray D. Little (SOCAN) & Sandra Ann Johnson (SOCAN). Used by Permission. All Rights Reserved.

    A Different Point of View

    I’m a piece of the puzzle a part of the plan
    The skin of a lion on the heart of a lamb
    The meek may inherit, the strong will survive
    Let’s look at others with open eyes.

    Come on down to my world
    See life from a different point of view
    Not everyone’s the same …
    Come walk a mile in my shoes
    Walk a mile in my shoes.

    Sitting on wheels in the middle of the crowd
    Can’t move ahead and can’t go around
    Doorway’s too narrow, ramp it is too steep
    You walk on by and our eyes never meet.

    I walk among you old and grey
    A living legacy of yesterday
    I have stories to tell, wisdom to share
    If only you’d listen, if only you’d care.

    The colour of our skin, the work that we do
    Who we choose to love, LGBTQ
    The language we speak, the faith we believe
    Together let us stand and wipe away the fear.

    © 2018 Murray D. Little (SOCAN) & Suzanne Allison Martin (SOCAN). Used by Permission. All Rights Reserved.

    Grandma’s Pickle Jar

    Daddy was a hustling kid, but had much bigger dreams
    Destined for the steel mills, till Grandma intervened
    Sent him off to law school, admitted to the bar
    Justice comes in trickles … thanks to Grandma’s Pickle Jar

    My sister walked the wild side, breakin’ all the rules
    Heading down that lonely road to almost certain ruin
    She runs a children’s clinic, in far off Zanzibar
    Brings health, hope and tickles … thanks to Grandma’s Pickle Jar

    Grandma was a dumpster diver
    Back alley filled shopping cart driver
    She kept all her earnings in an old pickle jar
    We didn’t understand, Grandma had a plan
    Nickels not pickles, made us who we are.

    My daughter is a singer, turning stories into rhyme
    Every time she’s on the stage, Grandma comes to mind
    All her hits were written, on a custom made guitar
    Bought with quarters, dimes and nickels … thanks to Grandma’s Pickle Jar

    That pickle jar’s still with me, sitting on the floor
    Like a bank with dreams and promise, she opened up the door
    From Grandma down to Daddy, from Daddy down to me
    Invest in love and promise … be all that you can be.

    © 2018 Murray Little (SOCAN) & Gerald Robert Chartier (SOCAN). Used by Permission. All Rights Reserved.

    Lines of Time

    Racing down the hill when he was just a child
    Raw-boned and reckless; wound up and wild
    He tumbled o’er the bars, he’ll show you the scars
    Didn’t even slow him down or cramp his style.

    In a brown leather apron, worse for wear with age
    Testament to time-served, in the smoke-filled haze
    Drawing out the iron – molten sparks a-flyin’
    Forging his tools of the trade.

    With love in his heart and kindness in his soul
    A humble and a hard working man
    Wearing lines, wearing lines
    Wearing lines of time on his hands

    Blackened with the dust and grime from the coal mine seam
    Engine oil or axle grease from the farm machines
    The blue collared man in a white collared land
    Working hard to build a dream.

    Those horn calloused hands know the toil of a working life
    The burn of an errant blade and the touch of a loving wife
    Brought comfort to the dying, wiped tears from the crying
    They held and cradled a brand new life.

    © 2018 Murray D. Little (SOCAN) & Steven J. Goodchild (SOCAN). Used by Permission. All Rights Reserved.

    Take Me Down

    Take me down, (take me down), take me down, (take me down)
    Take me down to the water, take me down
    Take me down, (take me down), take me down, (take me down)
    Take me down to the water, take me down.

    When I was a baby in my mama’s arms
    The sign of the cross in oil upon my brow
    Stood before the altar in the name of the Lord
    Baptized with water just to save my soul.

    When I was a young man, wild and running free
    I’d go down to the river, my girlfriend and me
    Lie on a blanket ‘neath the hot July sun
    Cool off in the water, let that old river run.

    When I was a daddy, with children of my own
    We’d go down to the ocean, down to the shore
    Jump through the waves, build castles in the sand
    Walk along the water’s edge hand in hand.

    Now I am an old man, my time is nearly done
    Take me to the springs where the mineral waters run
    Lie in the current, soothe my aching bones
    Let the hearling waters carry me home.

    © 2008 Murray D. Little (SOCAN). Used by Permission. All Rights Reserved.

    We Will Rise

    I have seen the towers tumble from the sky
    I have watched the soldiers march to battle fall and die
    I have read the tear stained letters, I have heard the orphans cry
    I have seen the darkness but I know
    We will rise, we will rise.

    I have seen the raging rivers rising from their beds
    I have heard the whirling winds singing dirges for the dead
    I have tasted ash from angry fires blackening the sky
    I have seen the darkness but I know
    We will rise, we will rise.

    I have seen the lines of sorrow etched upon your face
    For the loved ones who have flown across the threshold into space
    Never seen the Pearly Gates, but I’ve heard the sinners lies
    I have seen the darkness but I know
    We will rise, we will rise.

    Like a phoenix we will rise
    From  the ashes from the flames
    Our souls cannot be broken, and
    Our wills cannot be tamed
    Like a phoenix we will rise, we will rise, we will rise
    Oh again, oh again.

    I have heard the gurgles from a baby’s lips
    As her mother sings a lullaby and rocks her on her hips
    I have found salvation in my lover’s eye
    I have seen the sunshine, and I know
    We will rise, we will rise, we will rise, we will rise.

    © 2018 Murray D Little (SOCAN) & Murray Alan Fitch (SOCAN). Used by Permission. All Rights Reserved.

    Highway of Tears

    Winding through the pine trees, up in the quiet north
    A lonely stretch of asphalt heading for the coast
    Tragedy has fallen, down through the years
    Everybody calls it the Highway of Tears.

    Road of Sorrow, Road of Pain
    Remember our lost, remember every name
    Road of Heartache, Road of Fear
    Darkness descending, Highway of Tears

    Standing on the shoulder, thumb out for a ride
    A young girl heading out but she does not arrive
    No one know the reason, she just disappeared
    Joined the line of crosses on the Highway of Tears

    Walking down the Yellowhead, looking for a sign
    Searching for an answer to easy his troubled mind
    His heartache will never end, his pain won’t disappear
    Lost his only daughter on the Highway of Tears

    Road of Sorrow, Road of Pain
    Remember our lost, remember every name
    Road of Heartache, Road of Fear
    Darkness descending, Highway of Tears
    Lonely and forsaken, Highway of Tears
    Remember those Lost … to the Highway of … Tears

    © 2009 Murray D. Little (SOCAN). Used by Permission. All Rights Reserved.

    Stolen Moments

    In the spring of every year I pack my bags and head out here
    To find a little bit of heaven borrowed from a different time
    Friends gather from all around lift their voices up in song
    Creating stolen moments in borrowed time.

    When the music starts to play all my cares fade away
    The rhythms and the rhymes soothe my inmost soul
    I’m living, living never feeling more alive
    Sharing stolen moments in borrowed time.

    Inspiration moves me so, boundaries pushed and spirit soar
    I’m pumped up so high, energies, entwine
    I’m flying, flying in a surrealistic dream
    Sustained by stolen moments in borrowed time.

    When the last song is sung, harmonies linger on
    My friends all head back home my feet touch the ground
    ‘Til I’m back, to sing, that chorus once again
    I’ve stolen moment memories from borrowed time.

    © 2001 Murray D. Little (SOCAN). Used by Permission. All Rights Reserved.

    Stop Relax Enjoy

    January, February, June and July
    The pages of the calendar fly on by
    I’m busy, busy, busy don’t know up from down
    I never have a moment to just look around.

    STOP! What’s your hurry
    RELAX! Take some time to breath
    ENJOY! The little pleasures of life
    Stop and smell the roses feel the breeze at night
    Say “I love you”, to someone dear
    Hug a child, smile, laugh til the tears
    Run down you face make you feel alive
    Seize the moment before it passes you by.

    Working in the city in a concrete cage
    40 stories high among the smog and haze
    Hurry, hurry, hurry time is running late
    I never have a moment to just contemplate.

    …
    Who needs to be the first across Life’s finish line.

    © 2008 Murray D. Little (SOCAN). Used by Permission. All Rights Reserved.

    Fallen Angel

    There’s an ache in my heart that’s deeper than deep
    A hollow empty feeling that I just can’t beat
    Been through hell with the devil but I cold ot find
    The source of this torment that troubles my mind.

    So kiss me my darling, kiss me once more
    Before I lock up my windows, seal up my door
    Lie here beside me, secure in my arms
    I’m your fallen angel I mean you no harm.

    I lie in my bed these nights without end
    When I close my eyes, I see you with him
    Doing the things that I’m longing to do
    I’m an angel that’s fallen, I’ve fallen for you.

    I should have known that I’d never fit in
    I’m destined to stand on these sidelines again
    Always a watcher, never part of the game
    I’m an angel that’s fallen, I got no one to blame

    I worshiped the ground that you walked upon
    I savoured the air that you breathed
    You wanted a friend, which I could not be …

    So tonight I build walls that you can’t get around
    No doorways no windows will ever be found
    The walls will be sturdy to lessen my pain
    And stop all these teardrops from falling again.

    © 2002 Murray D. Little (SOCAN). Used by Permission. All Rights Reserved.

    Spread Your Wings

    When you were young we sheltered you from harm
    Taught you what was right and what was wrong
    We guided you each step along the way
    Knowing that some day you’d fly away.

    Spread your wings, feel the wind beneath you rise
    Spread your wings, test the air currents as you glide
    Spread your wings, searching out the far horizons
    Spread your wings! Spread your wings and fly.

    As time passed by your pathways were less clear
    If you stumbled or you faltered we were near
    Now its time to leave the sheltered nest
    The world is yours embark upon your quest.

    Spread your wings, have the courage just to try
    Trust in faith!, Let His spirit be your guide
    Know yourself, believe in who you are
    Spread your wings! Spread your wings and fly.

    Dance with joy, laugh, its your right
    Your love of life will keep your spirit bright
    The power is yours to be whate’er you might
    Your soul strong and true guides your flight.

    Spread your wings, feel the wind beneath you rise
    Spread your wings, test the air currents as you glide
    Spread your wings, searching out the far horizons
    Spread your wings! Spread your wings and fly
    Don’t be afraid to try
    Trust in faith to be your guide
    And spread your wings and fly!

    © 2000 Murray D. Little (SOCAN). Used by Permission. All Rights Reserved.

    Wishing Well

    Mile after mile down dusty old roads
    A rusted old pickup, bad choices and goals
    So many evenings playing Legions and bars
    Wishing for glory, chasing my star.

    I’m writing songs about things I have seen
    People I’ve met, places I’ve seen
    Singing for strangers a life that I choose
    Wishing the dreams, all would come true

    I pass by a wishing well toss in my change
    I’ve wished for fortune, I’ve wished for fame
    Now I wish that you were here by my side
    But there’s no more wishes the well has gone dry.

    The music has ended, the bar has shut down
    Sidewalks rolled up, everyone’s gone
    Wrapped up in silence, the moon glowing white
    Wishing an end to dark lonely nights.

    Stare out the window, mist rising up
    A bottle of whiskey in an old coffee cup
    Coyote wails, I’m feeling blue
    Wish you were here, I’m missing you.

    I pass by a wishing well toss in my change
    I’ve wished for fortune, I’ve wished for fame
    Now I wish that you were here by my side
    But there’s no more wishes the well has gone dry
    There’s no more wishes the wishing well’s dry.

    © 2018 Murray D. Little (SOCAN). Used by Permission. All Rights Reserved.

    Lines of Time

    Racing down the hill when he was just a child
    A little bit reckless and wild
    He tumbled o’er the bar, you van still see the scars
    It never once cramped his style

    In a brown leather apron, worn with age
    Working in the smoke filled haze
    Drawing out the iron with the hot sparks flyin’
    Forging tools of the trade.

    He had love in his heart, he had kindness in his soul
    A gentle, hard working man
    Wearing lines, wearing lines
    Wearing lines of time on his hands.

    Blackened with dust from the coal mine seams
    Or grease from the farm machines
    A blue collared man in a white collared land
    Working hard to build a dream.

    Hard calloused hands have seen hardship and strife
    Felt the loving touch of a wife
    Comforted the dying, wiped the tears from the crying
    They have held a brand new life.

    © 2016 Murray D. Little (SOCAN). Used by Permission. All Rights Reserved.

    Forever Seventeen

    Late night in Jasper in a quiet place
    At the foot of Pyramid Mountain, an island in the lake
    Now when I cross the wooden bridge I walk into a dream
    You stand before me, forever seventeen.

    Your eyes full of innocence and grace
    Your skin soft and warm beneath the lace
    Your scent still lingers in the air
    A reminder of all we shared.

    Summer of Love, flowers in your hair
    Rally cry of freedom rings through the air
    Peace, love, rock n roll, psychedelic dreams
    Young and in love, forever seventeen.

    It’s all an illusion of a mind growing old
    Sifting though ashes of love long gone cold
    I wonder who you are today? What might have been?
    My memories of you are forever seventeen.

    Your eyes full of innocence and grace
    Your skin soft and warm beneath the lace
    Your scent still lingers on the breeze
    In my mind you’re forever seventeen
    Forever and ever seventeen
    Forever seventeen.

    © 2018 Murray D. Little (SOCAN). Used by Permission. All Rights Reserved.

    Merry Christmas Con

    I hope this finds you well and enjoying the festive season.

    You have been on my mind recently as we were recording Forever Seventeen, for reasons that will become obvious as you read this.  In addition to the song, and likely due to the time of year, I recall a photograph of you sitting on the piano bench in the living room of your home on Cumberland Ave, Christmas tree in the background, holding a new teddy bear – I have no idea where that photo would be today!

    Forever Seventeen is the first song I have written about you in almost 50 years and was prompted by experiences I had while visiting Jasper Park in 2008 and 2014.  It was fall and the air was crisp and clear – we visited Pyramid Lake to photograph the Mountain from the Island.  The moment I stepped off the bridge onto the island I felt your presence and thoughts of you filled my mind.  These thoughts lingered in the back of my mind and sometimes in the forefront while I wandered around the island taking pictures. The moment I stepped back onto the bridge to leave the island those thoughts dissipated.  I did not dwell on them at the time but found the experience pleasant if not a bit strange.

    Skip ahead to 2014 and we are once again in Jasper for Thanksgiving weekend, it is colder, rainy with the threat of snow (which did fall overnight and cut our weekend short).  In a brief respite from the cold driving rain we drove out to Pyramid Lake to get some fresh air and a walk around the island.  The same thing occurred as in 2008 the moment I stepped onto the island your presence was there until I left the island.  The rain returned and we retreated to the warmth of the fire in the Japer Library and read our books.  Putting my book down to reflect on the 2 experiences and wondered WHY they happened – were you okay?  I enjoyed a pleasant trip down memory lane and recalled visiting the Island in the early 80 and wondering if you have spent time on the island when you had the summer job at the camera store and looked to see if you had signed your name to the walls of the picnic shelter on the island … I digress … during my ponderings of the two more recent visits to the island I realized I was remembering you as a teenager and I do not know the woman you became or the experiences that have shaped you into who you are today.  Would I still know you? Would you still know me? Do we have anything in common? etc   …  and this was the start of the song Forever Seventeen.   It has gone through many re-writes to get it to this stage, the first draft, influenced by a songwriting coach, lies in the bottom of a drawer – it turned out not to be the song I had envisioned. I started afresh!

    Rambling story … but this is the result is the rough recording below. It will be edited, properly mixed and mastered and will appear on a CD I hope to release in the spring of 2019.  I hope you enjoy it.

    With fond memories

    MuR