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Thursday, November 14, 2019

A NARROW PATH THRU HEAVEN, A 4 WAY STREET THRU HELL



We're re-doing this song in the studio now.
Though it's going to be pretty hard to beat this
live version.

Friday, November 8, 2019

SNOW FALLING LIGHT

Snow falling light
drifting bright as feathers
limbs of the trees
seem to gleam with eyedrops
    of water


dancing on a slight invisible
    breeze
the day breathed spring

even the cars passing in the
    wet
drive in hopeful peace.




(C)2019 by W.G. Milne

Wednesday, November 6, 2019

MUGGING MYSELF




       
Frank sat on the stump above his burrow and rubbed some snow in his face. His head felt hot, and he had boiled his brain to the tune of several million lost brain cells the night before... all on his own.
        Sitting by himself was getting to be a dangerous place to be. He didn't have to go outside to get mugged.
He was quite capable of mugging himself...right where he was sitting.
         And this was often what happened --- depending on how many ounces of overproof rum he had on hand. And since the bar was just right across the Main Lane, he tended to have quite a bit of the stuff.

Saturday, October 19, 2019

FOREVER AND A DAY



        A song I wrote when I was trapped in one jail and then
another - and I couldn't reach my Baby, who was on the verge of leaving
me... and the cells were locked at 8:00 P.M. ... no late night
phone calls, no nothing.

"OH MY BABY
I'M ALL ALONE
AND I'M STUCK HERE ALONE
ON THE TELEPHONE...
YOU SAID YOU'D LOVE ME
AND YOU'D STAY THAT WAY
FOREVER AND EVER AND A DAY."





(C)1986-2019 by W.G. Milne

Wednesday, October 16, 2019

NOCTURNE



a slow apprehension of infinity
puts a perspective
on our daily concerns

sitting here
as the silver sun sets
behind the Milton hills

watching the traffic pass
on the 4-lane highway
the lights on the cars like
beacons within me

large budless trees unblossoming
as yet
a darkness under the soil

sensory deprivation creates
a great acceleration
of sense

infinity, this Lord's day
with us always
its riotous flowering

a grace of sense
elemental forms
unfolding

the depth of my love for you
is the depth of this 
soil, the height of the
glistening stars
the wheeling lights of
eternity in my hand
and only you who have left me
makes me sorrowful

otherwise I would laugh
laugh with the birth of 
suns

and the graceful exit
of this one
from the day.








(C)1987 by W.G. Milne

Sunday, October 13, 2019

HERE'S TO ALL THE SINGERS plus BABY, COME BACK plus IN THE MIDST OF THIS




I was a folksinger, way back when, when
I wrote and sang these songs.

Johnny Rock had been born, but was not a band-leader then. I was playing solo with an acoustic guitar.




(C) 1980-2019 by  W.G. Milne


Thursday, October 10, 2019

AH, THE LOVE









AH THE LOVE!
____________
(1) I've got something to say to you,
You know a message you can use
They've been lying to us,
They never tell the truth
The greatest wars we ever fought
Were not fought below, above
The greatest journey known to man
Will take us to the love




(2) There's something missing here
I hope you understand
We're lost in a circus
Buying out our fellow man
Riding on an endless wheel
Driving madly without gloves
So lost in distraction
We never find the love,
Ah the love


Comments
  •  Sometimes you gotta stop     (3)
    Stop and just sit down
    Sit and watch the river flow
    Let others go to town





(2)There are Gospels written
There are Gospels written
No one has whispered of
Giving us the secret - - -
Of how to find the love,
Ah, the love
Comments


(4)  Sometimes you gotta stop
Stop and just sit down
Sit and watch the river flow
Let others go to town
The greatest journey know to man
Is not fought below, above
It's giving us the secret
Of how to find the love
Ah, the love


(C)1990-2019 by W.G. MILNE





















THERE ARE GOSPELS WRITTEN NO ONE HAS SPOKEN OF... GIVING US THE SECRET OF HOW TO FIND THE LOVE


AH THE LOVE!
____________
(1) I've got something to say to you,
You know a message you can use
They've been lying to us,
They never tell the truth
The greatest wars we ever fought
Were not fought below, above
The greatest journey known to man
Will take us to the love


(2) There's something missing here
I hope you understand
We're lost in a circus
Buying out our fellow man
Riding on an endless wheel
Driving madly without gloves
So lost in distraction
We never find the love,
Ah the love


Comments
  •  Sometimes you gotta stop     (3)
    Stop and just sit down
    Sit and watch the river flow
    Let others go to town


(2)There are Gospels written
There are Gospels written
No one has whispered of
Giving us the secret - - -
Of how to find the love,
Ah, the love
Comments


(4)  Sometimes you gotta stop
Stop and just sit down
Sit and watch the river flow
Let others go to town
The greatest journey know to man
Is not fought below, above
It's giving us the secret
Of how to find the love
Ah, the love





Tuesday, September 17, 2019

A LIFE OF BIOCHEMICAL EXTREMES


I'm coming out of the depression pod --- my mind is back again. Hey, I feel like myself!

ALL OF A SUDDEN I CAN DO LOTS OF THINGS! 

I am back above water - out of the sub-aquatic tunnel.

Which means that in the past few weeks, I have been a lesser being - tied in a morass of guilt and shame. These are biochemical extremes.

And this involves assuming various lesser personae.

Thinking doesn't help to cure them.

It seems I just have to be patient, until the wheel comes round again and I am awake.

And I am myself again.
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OK. True enough, but t
here is so much more to say.
And I'll say it here.
In these pages.**************

Monday, September 2, 2019

ACID RAIN & ETERNITY CAFE 5457304948262708984 n mp4



We were playing in front of a large audience at Wylders,
Main Street, North Bay... a magical moment in a song.













NOWHERE TO GO BUT WHERE YOU ARE

I wrote this song hitchhiking across Canada. I started in Toronto, passed thru north-western Ontario, then on to Winnipeg, then across the prairies... into the mountains - up and over, coasting down the Fraser Valley to Vancouver... then to the west coast of Vancouver Island. Then, soon as we tasted the Pacific Ocean, we turned around and hitched back all the way into Northern Quebec... Chicutami, Chibougameau (SP?) ...round the Gaspe, up to Sidney... and on and on and finally back to North Bay. That's when I wrote this song... eventually, I'd lie back against a road sign and I didn't care if I got a ride or not... Then the song came to me. (C)2017 by W.G.Milne. I'm singing and playing rhythm guitar and harmonica. Peter Rowland was the engineer & also played great lead guitar.

The idea was that the song should sound like the waves coming in and the waves going out --- at equal tempo. Not a normal rhythm for a Western song. Song is called, 'NOWHERE TO GO BUT WHERE YOU ARE."