Commentary - Castles and Kings

1. Black Is The Color
2.
Castles And Kings
3.
A Song For My Son (solo)
4.
The Bonnie Woods Of Hattan
5.
Her Name Was Jackie (solo)
6.
John Barleycorn
7.
Eyes So Blue (low)
8.
The Cuckoo
9.
Born Of My Lover (acoustic)
10.
Matty Groves


Black is the Color

Probably hailing from Scotland, this is a well-known popular folk song, of a young man’s unrequited love for a raven-haired beauty.

‘Been there! ‘Done that!

Castles and Kings

"Castles and Kings" takes an ancient melody, originally sung in Latin, and gives it wholly new lyrics and subject matter - it's about a girl who dreams of the valiant days of olden times - times that never were, really: Valiant knights in shining armor, dragons winging upon arcane errands… of castles, and kings.

A Song For My Son

My thirteen-year-old son, Ian, is autistic. Autism isn't so much something you have, as something you are. He's a handsome, wonderful, gentle boy, awkwardly growing into manhood. His autism manifests itself most noticeably in his speech, which is sometimes difficult to understand. Other than that, he's pretty typical.

We're concerned about how he'll do as an adult. One of the reasons I'm involved in these artistic endeavors is the hope that I'll have the financial resources to leave something behind for him when he's an adult.

This song centers on Ian at about ten years of age.

By the way... the reason he "never cries" isn't because of some autistic anomaly... It's because he has no reason to cry. We've given him a good life. I wish my childhood had been like that...
 
The Bonnie Woods Of Hattan

Probably hailing from Scotland, this is another popular folk song, of a young man’s lament for the lover that left him.

John Barleycorn

This is an old English Folk song, about the making of Whiskey - which gives it some credibility in MY eyes! It personifies the barley used in the production as enduring sundry torments and indignities on it's way to the bottle - but it's all in a good cause! John Barleycorn must die to make our spirits - so, raise a glass to old John, eh!

Commentary: Eyes So Blue (low)

This is a “low” version of a song I’ve previously released – that is, it’s in a lower key, and a touch more melancholy, and closer to my initial composition of this song.

I once loved a beautiful, blue-eyed blonde girl who lived on an Indian reservation in Arizona. I almost won her heart, but she had been deeply in love with my indifferent brother, who is about fifteen years older than I am. She would, understandably, not allow herself to marry into the family – because my brother would always be there, a reminder of her disappointment. It was the last thing I’d expected – to be competing with my brother: When we met, I was twenty-one. She was nineteen. He was thirty-six… seventeen years her superior!

Ten years passed, with her turning away many suitors, still waiting on my brother – who never was interested to begin with, and never married at all. I remained single for another eleven years, proposing to her ten years after our first meeting. She teetered upon acceptance, but alas...

I feel that we were both cheated of our years by this sad triangle, but I don’t lay blame upon her.

Finally, her world crumbled. Her mentor died, and, love-starved, she turned her back upon all her friends, abandoned her values, and moved far away. The last I heard, she had married, and was living in the Midwest…

I hope he’s a good man.

The Cuckoo

Another folk song, this time from the perspective of a girl who’s been betrayed by her lover.

Very sad!

Born of my Lover (Song for Ennis)

A pensive ballad, of a father’s musings upon the future of his girl-child daughter:

Ennis is my daughter (it’s a Celtic name. Her full name is Ennis Siobhan Cochran.) I wrote this song about her when she was about twelve years old – Blonde hair, blue eyes, a few freckles… and just darling.

That summer, my daughter was a little girl – but by the end of winter, seemed more a young woman. My little girl was gone – in her place, an unfolding mystery…

Matty Groves

An old folk song, of marital infidelity – which seldom turns out well


 

 

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