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Uncle John
August-2010
How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You)
Brokedown Palace >
Row Jimmy >
Tangled Up in Blue >
Goin' Down The Road >
Tore Up Over You >
Box Of Rain
Mystery Rivers Jam >
Playin' In The Band >
Standing On the Moon >
Death Is Not The End >
Midnight Moonlight >
Johnny B. Goode
Encore
Your Eyes
31-7-10
City Of Gold >
My Sisters & Brothers >
River Of Light >
Cumberland Blues >
Sugar Magnolia >
Sunshine Daydream
Me & Bobby McGee >
Goin' Down The Road >
Terrapin Station >
Mission In The Rain >
Attics Of My Life
Midnight Moonlight
Box Of Rain
Encore
Dear Prudence > Franklin's Tower > Mr. Tambourine Man
YOUR EYES
Words and Music by Uncle John
Walking by the seashore
Discover what you’re here for
Come together as our hearts see
We’re in the groove singing free
I miss your voice
I miss your music
I miss you like I do
I wish as I watch the stars at night
For this dream of mine to come true
I look into many eyes yet none shine like you
Like the star you are
With your secret songs
Built-in guitar
I wonder where you are
Like the sun in you
With wind and light
On the shore under the moon tonight
Like a circle come complete
In the canyon your sound so bright
Stars of inspiration help me write
Your eyes are full of life and light
Of the universe every night
Walking by the seashore
Discover what you're here for
You show me like you do
On the day love is born
All your heart can see
No one’s ever loved anybody
In the way God loves you and me
MY SISTERS AND BROTHERS
Words and Music by Charles Johnson
I wanna say to my sisters and my brothers
Keep the faith
When the storm flies and the wind blows
Go at a steady pace
When the battle is fought and the victories won
We can all shout together
We have overcome
We'll talk to the Father and the Son
When we make it to the Promised Land
We walk together little children
We don't ever have to worry
Through this world of trouble
We've got to love one another
Then let's take a fellow man by the hand
Try to help him to understand
We can all be together forever and ever
When we make it to the Promised land
Oh Bar-ba-rians thou shalt not be afraid
Of the terror by night
Or the arrow that flies by day
Nor for the pestilence that walketh in the darkness
Nor for the destruction
That waits in the noon-day hour
We walk together little children
We don't ever have to worry
Through this world of trouble
We've got to love one another
Then let's take a fellow man by the hand
Try to help him to understand
We can all be together forever and ever
When we make it to the Promised land
This world is not our home
We're only passing through
Our train is all made up
Way beyond the blue
Let us do the very best that we can
While we're traveling through this land
We can all be together shakin' our hand
When we make it to the Promised Land
When we make it to the Promised Land
Make it to the Promised Land
We make it to the Promised Land
Make it to the Promised Land
When we make it to the Promised Land
Make it to the Promised Land
We can all be together forever and ever
When we make it to the Promised Land
MIDNIGHT MOONLIGHT
Words and Music by Peter Rowan
If you ever feel lonesome
And you're down in San Antone
Beg steal or borrow two nickels or a dime
To call me on the phone
I'll meet you at Alamo Mission
Where we can say our prayers
The Holy Ghost and the Virgin Mother will heal us
As we kneel there
In the moonlight
In the midnight
In the moonlight midnight moonlight
In the moonlight
In the midnight
In the moonlight midnight moonlight
If you ever feel sorrow
For the deeds you have done
With no hope for tomorrow
In the setting of the sun
And the ocean is howling
For the things that might have been
And that last good morning sunrise will be
The brightest you've ever seen
In the moonlight
In the midnight
In the moonlight midnight moonlight
In the moonlight
In the midnight
In the moonlight midnight moonlight
If you ever feel lonesome
And you're down in San Antone
Beg steal or borrow two nickels or a dime
To call me on the phone
I'll meet you at Alamo Mission
Where we can say our prayers
The Holy Ghost and the Virgin Mother will heal us
As we kneel there
In the moonlight
In the midnight
In the moonlight midnight moonlight
In the moonlight
In the midnight
In the moonlight midnight moonlight
WHAT ABOUT
Lyrics: Uncle John
You try to forge ahead
Then you fall behind
Be recreational
All in your mind
You try to hide behind
Any excuse you can find
Just look at you all skin and bones
You can fool yourself
But you can’t be anybody's fool could you Ms. Jones
You pretend you're silly when you're acting unkind
What about me you say spinning through time
You'll always remember o sweet child of mine
You look razor thin I know it's only a line
Think it through while your car waves through the cones
Does it really matter if you don't care Ms. Jones
Well they all try to warn you look ahead
All you got to do is glance in the rear view instead
Flowers growing in the snow is more than just signs
God shows up on your fence and you close the blinds
You tell yourself recreation ain't no crime
You been around the block since you left home
Makeover change set free transformed instantly
What about should you Ms. Jones
You try to forge ahead
Then you fall behind
Be recreational
All in your mind
You try to hide behind
Any excuse you can find
Just look at you all skin and bones
You can fool yourself again and again
But you don't wanna be anybody's fool would you Ms. Jones
GOIN' DOWN THE ROAD...
Traditional, Arrangement by Woody Guthrie
I'm blowin' down the road feelin' bad
Lord I'm goin' down the road feelin' bad
I'm goin' down the road feelin' bad Lord
Lord and I ain't gonna be treated the same old way
I'm goin' where the climate suits my clothes
Lord I'm goin' where the climate suits my clothes
I'm goin' where the climate suits my clothes Lord
Lord I ain't gonna be treated the same old way
I'm blowin' down the road feelin' bad
Lord I'm goin' down the road feelin' bad
I'm goin' down the road feelin' bad Lord
Lord and I ain't gonna be treated the same old way
I'm going where the water tastes like wine
Lord I'm goin' where the water tastes like wine
I'm goin' where the water tastes like wine Lord Lord
I ain't gonna be treated the same old way
I'm blowin' down the road feelin' bad
Lord I'm goin' down the road feelin' bad
I'm goin' down the road feelin' bad Lord
Lord and I ain't gonna be treated the same old way
THE BEAT OF LOVE
Dreams of love are made like this
At night she remembers her last kiss
As he was getting back from the dusty down under
With sand in his ears and heart full of wonder
One day you show
Grateful to get
The moment pressing forward
Weather follows the set
A meteor shower oh what a sight
The moon is sweet and forthright
Not hidden like the fortnight
Makes the stars shine bright tonight
Showing us the sights
In a music band marching
Watching rifles being twirled
Drinking a cup of coffee
In the vacuum capital of the world
Honesty on the marquee
Welcome the windmill girl
Rainbow fog light shining heaven
Showing us each gate and pearl
Down the road the wagon wheel
Rolling into the forest of gnarly burl
Everything we experience
Under the moonlight in our time
On the beach and from above
By the horizon sign
Over the hill & under the rainbow
Past bedtime in our prime
Star of light shine bright
In our heart the beat of love & true
Beauty come from there draws light
When they discover you
God gave each of us a soul and spirit too
Free to change the old familiar becomes wonderful new
First we believe & worship God like no other
Then show service in love we have for one another
Heading for the sea of time and space to be
You always think you're right then made aware & set free
Change the way you think you see
Like a caterpillar transforming life
From the ground to the sky
Returns home in the bye and bye
What can we do for you to open your soul heart's eye
A question burning with light
The answer is truth with insight
Generations & millenniums
Hand down love overflow the cup
Rock 'n roll starts up
Big tides and forest green show up
Small seeds planted on the scene grow up
Star of light shine bright
In our heart the beat of love & true
Beauty come from there draws light
When they discover you
© 2008 SPECIAL PERMISSION
FROM THE HEART OF ME
Lyrics & Music by Donna Jean Godchaux
Voices slide down off the mountain
Sunlight turning red
Falls on the earth and it spreads
Even the families lower their heads
As they ride
Age old faces of the mountains
Looming naturally
I wonder if they're looking at me
Their monumental eyes
I can feel
In the glow of the twilight
The thought of home
Reminds me now I'm reaching out to you
Anything I can do
To be safe and warm
In your arms
All I have from the heart of you
I'd meet you anywhere in the country
Or anywhere on the sea
All over the world it could be
I would follow you with the heart of me
Love calls echo in the valley
Dream come true tonight
Remembering you hold me tight
In tomorrow morning's light
I will find you
When I awoke the stars were out
And shining
Shining for you and me
All I ever wanna be
Is safe and warm
In your arms
All I have
From the heart of me
Is the heart of you
A heart of truth
All I have
From the heart of me
All I have
From the heart of me
TERRAPIN LIGHT
by Uncle John
Out of the darkness
Into the light
Taking a stroll
In the day moonlight
Feeling a change
Lingering in the air
Lets the light shine
Shown you really care
In the night time
Get your rest with peace
And sweet dream
When the morning comes
Your life is moving like a stream
Let your past go
Your memories you care about you share
The wind moves with the air
Let your rain bows
And your sun glow
As the frost governs what you wear
But it ain't that way in Paradise
By the way
In the shadows and the shade
And the great hideaway
Stirs the transformation coming
Yesterdays's gone
Awake our hearts again are smiling
Guardian angels on the bridge
All along the watch and ridge
Slowly breaks the night with the dawn
The bird with a song
Blowing of the horn of the ram
Altogether gather in a terrapin jam
Inspirations moves me bright
The stars with light
The songs with hope and color
The joys of the season in the air
Helping because we care
There to share
Be true and fair
Cast out the sleet of despair
When the horses run at night
And the animals cry in fright
Your rehearsal with full light
Feeds back the sound bite
Life is a balance
Of freedom and locks
Time is ringing
Bells and clocks
Mountains share
The trees and rocks
Water runs
Upstream to docks
Where there are terrapins dancing
To the jams
Past the slough of dams
As the night breaks
Slowly moving waits
The dawn wakes
The birds sing
The bells ring
The light rises
In colorful streams
From sweet peaceful dreams
If I could sing you to sleep tonight
In a rocking chair where you can hold on tight
Safe and secure moving toward light
Let the peace of love reign within you tonight
THE SECRET LIFE OF BEES
CHICKADEE
Review by John Patenaude
Bob Dylan has a providential call to write, play music, sing and dance. In his best-selling book, CHRONICLES, Volume One, he shows he has the same creative spark, the wordsmith ability that no one can duplicate, that he had four decades ago. Every show he plays is distinct, with a different audience, diverse songs, unique to every experience. Rochester, New York is a new location for me, but Dylan is like the sun that comes peeking from a cloud after a rainstorm, a source of inspiration. Even the deaf have an ear to hear what the spirit says tonight.
Adam Williams (manager for Uncle John) and I are in Rochester to see Bob Dylan and Adam’s girl, Marie. Rochester is on the border of Lake Ontario, the third largest city in New York state, home of the Kodak camera, and the singing Chickadee, a distinctive looking bird who communicates by its call, and relays a specific message in its own language. It can sound the alarm to the flock, relay information, and recognizes an individual or a particular flock.
Rochester is home to one of the largest deaf populations in the country. There are street signs alerting drivers to where deaf children play. There are schools that teach in sign language, from kindergarten through college, and the only technical college for the deaf in the country is at Rochester Institute of Technology, and this is where Dylan's show is tonight. Joining the five band members on stage is someone to sign the show, a girl with headphones who interprets all of Dylan's lyrics tonight. The deaf people come to experience the vibrations of each song, and are treated to a passionate presentation of Dylan's lyrics live.
It's a cold and clear autumn night, a new moon on a Saturday night. We're in Gordon Field House, a new gymnasium and comfortable setting for the concert. There are no pay phones, and there is no alcohol here. It’s a breath of fresh air. This is the first Dylan show I been to where people are allowed to bring cameras and take pictures.
Adam and I discuss whether the girl signing can hear all of Dylan's words singing in her headphones, or if the lyrics are on a monitor she can see. I suggest she can hear him much better than we can and knows many if not all of the songs by heart. I don't think Dylan comes to the show with five hundred songs in his pocket, though some people might think that. The hatful he does carry he rehearses and plays well.
Adam points out the sound arrangement for the show, how the speakers are arched and suspended in the air to deflect the warehouse ceiling and create a real good system and positive sound for a basketball gym. Adam wonders if those are beads of sweat on Dylan's face or a reflection from sequins on his shirt.
"Visions of Johanna" is a real treat. Bob loves the song "Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum", based on characters from an old folk tale and story. I was listening to my parents’ radio station play songs from the thirties and forties, and one that caught my ear was a song about 'Tweedle Dee', and I heard the song with new ears tonight. Have you read the lyrics and listened for the phrase?
The acoustic songs he did tonight ("Po' Boy", "Girl of the North Country" & "Ballad of Hollis Brown") are gems. The closers, "Standing In The Doorway", watching the interpreter give his lyrics a new meaning, and "Summer Days", brings out the best. When Dylan emerges from backstage, he's hatless for the first time I see tonight, and his pompadour is prominent. He puts his hat back on and launches into "Like a Rolling Stone", the original version. "All Along the Watchtower" is extraordinary. Adam and I listened to the Jimi Hendrix adaptation earlier on the radio, and Dylan's rendering is better. It's the distinctive reverberation of the music playing. This song is a favorite among musicians because it's easy to perform and works on sound intensity.
We went to see Marie at her parents who are both deaf. Marie, her brother and sister can all hear. Marie never heard of Bob Dylan. She says she first listened to a radio at ten because there were none in her house, and there is a fresh and melodious charm about her. The deaf folks are deliberate, assertive, sensitive and intelligent. Marie tells us her parents read the Bible for two hours every night. As is written, "Eye has not seen nor ear heard, not entered into the heart or conceived by the mind, what has been prepared for those who love God."
The girl who is signing/interpreting Bob's lyrics speaks with deliberate hands, Dylan in her ears. She is like the Chickadee, relaying information, communicating in a special language, identifying with each other, distinctive looking, and transcribing lyrical singing, which transforms into her acting out the message. Oh what a special night! We have the singer, the song and the interpretation/translation.
As soon as Dylan leaves the stage, someone is literally at his ear, & walks with him towards the exit. Bob stops at a computer, & stands there a few minutes & then leaves, with his hat still on. 'Mr. Dylan has left the building' cues the lights on.
in the works:
Painting Songs
Space > Starlight Jam >Scarlet Begonias > Mystery Rivers > Jamboree Jam >
Silver Mine
Orange Sunshine
Baby Blue
Misty Grey
Purple Sage
Red Rocks
Pink Tulips
Green Apple
Yellow Moon
Brown Eyes
Olive Tree
Rainbow Sky
Picture You
SONGS BY UNCLE JOHN except
"Scarlet Begonias" by Robert Hunter & Jerry Garcia
"Yellow Moon" by Robert Hunter
"Rainbow Sky" by Uncle John & Tobey Stein
&
City Of Gold
written by Bob Dylan
Arrangement by Jerry Garcia & Bob Dylan
Vocals by Uncle John recorded Live @ Sweetwater, Mill Valley, California October 16, 2000
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