Bear Lake Portage

COLD,COLD,COLD II

I spent a year living in the Caledon Hills in this big, funky house in the middle of a 33 acre field... long dirt driveway, etc. etc. I was working in Bill Davis's law firm in Brampton... Tho once he was Premier he had to disassociate himself from the firm... Did a lot of real estate in those days, but I digress. I spent many long hours by myself in this amazing place with a 2 story stone wall, huge hearth.... Hell, if you swallowed some hallucinogen and started reading Shakespeare in the place beside this tall stone structure --- you thought you were THERE in the play... and you got to know the characters (people) who were like neighbours... ...But I digress.

I wrote some of my best songs there in that atmosphere of drama, solitude, and loneliness. I'd go and sit on a stump in the middle of the field and start to write. I wrote COLD, COLD, COLD there, and also: "HYMN TO PAN DIONYSUS" I also wrote, "NO REST FOR THE INNOCENT", a song I'm still trying to find. None of these songs are short songs. But I make no apologies for this. They are all exceptional songs. I say this in all modesty...Ha! Ha!

At any rate, here's one version of COLD, COLD, COLD, which I like, especially with Peter Rowland's guitar solo... tho I think the song otta really be produced in 2/4. More on this later.

(C)1990-2017 by W.G. Milne and John Rock Corporation. All rights reserved.

This song is not just me dicking around with my own songs --- this song is about the North and about the nature of Canada.

It's easy to see why I say this... when you see the landscape, visit the small towns, and hear the words.

The song is bigger than I am, and was always meant to be.

(C) 1990-2017 by W.G. Milne and John Rock corporation. All rights reserved.

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GET ME A ROCKING CHAIR by W.G. Milne - Johnny Rock and the Angels

Terry Lucenti on lead guitar.

The band is cooking tonight.

DELIGHT

The delight I feel upon discovering that the place I am in
is better than the place I had
dreamed of.

ANNA IS

Anna is
the hot summer wind
burgeoning
before the fall

Anna
a moist day
sunset through the Euchalyptus
broadleafed and vibrant
green
the wind tossing her
like an unmade bed

Anna is the nightwind
up from the lake
black as the night

she is the summer evening
humid and hot
before the storm...
lightning in her groin

Anna is... the
hot buttery sun
blowing through windows
raining gold 
on our sheets

Anna is.







(C) 1970 by W.G. Milne

ALLISON MOORER Carrickfergus

As I see it, this song is about a person in Ireland languishing for his/her love across the sea in Scotland.
       "Only for nights in Ballygrand"   this I guess is the place where they had their love trysts.
             All his old friends (happy times) are dead and gone.
             "Soft is the grass & my bed is free." A place to lie down and die.
                In Killkenny you can find black headstones... which he'll need soon.  "I am sick now and my days are numbered.

"Soft is the grass - my bed is free."   






A very moving song



also sung by Loudon Wainwright III