*ricAngus

*Believe In New Orleans* For All the people who suffer katrina from a survivor of hurricane charlie... I don't capitalize the hurricanes they were already big enough... This Dedication created for YOU... OUR people... We all have Somthn Inside somthn Alive...*ricAngus... (Lyrics):)Believe In New Orleans) ****Lightning in the distance Mother Nature taking out the trees Hurricane coming at us gonna blow away everything They got pushed by that old lady and your city says you gotta leave Left alot of people helpless helpless in New Orleans City of New Orleans...city of New OrleansWaters raising higher making rivers survivors make a line Patience was a weight of help and tomorrow is what you find It's a shame a down right shame to hear your babies cry Ya try to comfort little hearts with words that feel like lies City of New Orleans...City of New Orleans...(chorus)SOME STAND TO BELIEVE... THEY LOSE EVERYTHING... SPREAD ACROSS THIS LAND... HOLDING TO A DREAM... BELIEVE IN NEW ORLEANS...Blame the weather and the levy you know they blame what they can I heard someone say it's all your fault cause you live below the basin I dont pretend to know your loss I just hope to be a friend Momma told me long ago Mother Nature gonna raise her hand City of New Orleans...city of New Orleans...(chorus)THEY STAND TO BELIEVE... THEY LOSE EVERYTHING... SPREAD ACROSS THIS LAND... HOLDING TO A DREAM... BELIEVE IN NEW ORLEANS... BELIEVE IN NEW ORLEANS... bridge BELIEVE... BELIEVE IN NEW ORLEANS... BELIEVE IN NEW ORLEANS...
Influenced and taught some basics by Mom. When I was a kid she would sing to me and tried teaching me to yodel. I remember one time we were just talking bout stuff and she showed me an outfit she kept in her closet. It was an outfit the whole 9 a hat with outfit, boots, and a Gibson acoustic guitar. I also remember a picture she had of herself in the complete outfit, she looked like a country entertainer. It was a dream she had and did not pursue, instead she raised her kids her pride and joy. I sang in a few rock bands and lived a party life. When I went home to recover it gave Mom and I time to reflect on what I was going to do in life. She brought out her guitar and showed me three chords GCD and said this is what you should be doing. Then one day a friend stopped over and picked up the guitar and started playing along "in tune" with a song on the radio and that was it. Later that day I picked it up and I litrely played it till my fingers could no more. The band I had been singing for broke up and we all went different directions. Now with no ties I went back to my hometown New Martinsville, West by God Virginia, and I finally started writing songs and playing the guitar. I quit so many times only to find my self picking it back up for another stretch. I had a very close friend I call my brother and we wrote alot of great music together. Then one day he was killed in a car accident just after leaving my place, then my wife took my son and left for Texas,(tough time). I quit playing the guitar and writing for almost two years then picked it up and penned " Time Never Taught Me To Much About Saying GOODBYE ". Then I went back to Wisconsin and each time I did thru certain times I would stop to see Leon Grissom known as the ( Silver Hair Gentleman ) the man who gave me my first break to the stage at sixteen. The last time I went to see him he had had a stroke but could still play a little. I played a couple of my songs for Leon who was promoted by my Mom and Dad and who had the opportunity to be recorded by Sam Phillips. On that visit he said I was ready now, for when I finished singing he was crying. To me the most honored complement one could ever receive. He wanted to go on a circuit and meet the hands up. But fear of his health and wife I did not go, and not much after that he died. Followed by this was the man I called my Dad, who was dieing of cancer. He did not know that I played the guitar let alone wrote anything and on my last visit to see him, a Sears guitar was produced and I played. He heard every word I sang, as I stood beside Mom who saw us thru. One of the last things Leon told me was "you cant write it if you ain't lived it". So if what I live is meant to be heard it will be heard. I was introduced by David Kraft to Justin Alderman who has been there thick and thin. One of the last projects Dave and Justin and I did together was for my brother Henry Zold and Habitat for Humanity. That project was "Somthn Inside". We gave the video to Habitat as a way of saying "Thank You", for a home they built for my brother and his family. I share these songs written from lessons learned in this life. So as Justin and Mark Entingh are given another day to put it on the tape you will find many more songs on the way, we all got "Somethn Inside".* ricAngus Severn Suzuki tributed to... You Living Here Today... I seen a little girl...talking bout the world Bout the dream we live... turning inside out As I listened to her... speaking words of Truce Just a tender young child...with some questions how (chorus) She spoke about her anger Without protested rage She spoke to everybody Living Here TodayYou see the fingers point...but who do you blame You can't take and not give...and expect everything It's so easy to see... ooh just look around Or do you feel like her...Does it matter now (chorus) She spoke about her anger Just 13 years of age She spoke to everybody Living Here Today (chorus) She spoke to everybody Just 13 years of age She spoke to everyone Living Here Today...words n music *ricAngus, Armitage rec. Justin Aldermen,Pixel Engineering Mark Entingh 2007