14 - Julia

Julia by Dave Schipper © 2006 Rose Riversongs.

The tear in the blue jeans was not just a fashion statement.
You been in them for three years as a testament.
The smile you keep showing is amazing through your sadness
It’s your heart so wide that can not be harnessed.

Julia you continue your journey on the back roads
You take the turns slow in your beat-up Saturn
Julia you continue to drive deep in my soul
You make me learn new ways for a heart to burn.

You threw out the yellowed newspaper in the back seat.
The timeless news was old hat to a love incomplete.
The fine print of tears and too much detail was shared
You pick up the pieces and start the damage repairs.

Julia you continue your journey on the back roads
You take the turns slow in your beat-up Saturn
Julia you continue to drive deep in my soul
You make me learn new ways for a heart to burn.

Toss me a line when you hit the mountains
Words can form a lifeline through the ink and pen
I’ll sit in the silence of the music and hear you just breathe
Solitude is my choice, and feelings are void of dearth

Julia you continue your journey on the back roads
You take the turns slow in your beat-up Saturn
Julia you continue to drive deep in my soul
You make me learn new ways for a heart to burn.

....Dedicated to an angel I know named Angie.

note... Angie worked for me as an artist and had to leave and relocate to Denver because of a family issue. I really don't know why I picked the name Julia for the song, and later I found out there was a Julia in our customer service. It made me smile everytime I saw her. She is a talented artist, and somewhat of an adopted niece for me.

And here's a stripped down version of the song

Tenth ...California in my mind

California in my Mind by Dave Schipper © 2007 Rose Riversongs


Allison offers her breast for my head
I am wrapped up into the song.
Breath whispers, and a heartbeat
A song as old as the ages long.

Chorus:
California in my mind
California in my wine
Too many faces come and go
But California I love you so.

The morning begins right and slow
The gurgling coffee pot starts
Three anxious cats prowl for food
It’s just Saturday the first part.

The guitar hums it’s sad tune
There’s no chance to travel far
You’re just a thought in the afternoon.
But I’m left with this little scar.

Allison brings room service with a smile
I am wrapped up into the song.
A piano plays backgound for the miles
A song as old as the ages long.


notes... Ok Tim thinks this is my PG song, but I had Allison Sattinger's song "Come to Me" going through my head; and there's a part where she offers her chest for a head to rest. I just ran with it and put in everything that was happening that Saturday morning. I did get Allison's permission before I posted it... I ain't dumb and didn't want to offend an Angel. The last verse weaves two of her other songs into it too... I love that verse the most.

Here's my second video attempt to the song itself.... it won't win a grammy, but if it convinces you to spend $.99 on the song, then it was worth it.