Dave Nealon
0000-00-00
Copyright 2006 Dave Nealon

Story

Hmm. I'm not sure where this came from. I just started singing it one day.

Lyrics

Find Your Way Copyright Dave Nealon June 15, 2006 Find your way back home, love Find your way back in Find your way back home, love I don't care where you been I don't care where you been Jump the jagged mountains Swim the swirling seas Trudge the trackless deserts Just come home to me Just come home to me Sometimes time can feel alright On a Friday night in the sweet moonlight It's a precious sight as your dreams take flight Better hold on tight Heaven hurls its hungry hounds To track you down and you hear the sound As it shakes the ground till you come around To the outskirts of town
Dave Nealon
2007-10-20
Copyright 2003 Dave Nealon

Story

Speaks for itself.

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I’m Leaving Me Dave Nealon July 25, 2003 Topsail Beach, NC I’m in my midlife crisis scratching a seven-year itch Got my butt stuck in a rut but I’m crawling out of the ditch I can’t stay on hold till I’m too old to finally see the light It’s been all wrong; I’ve stayed too long This is our last night I’m leaving me; I let me down I cheated me; I fooled around I can’t stay in this relationship; I’m setting myself free First thing tomorrow morning I’m leaving me I’m holding me back; I’m keeping me down I talked behind my back and now it’s all over town I hurt me so that I gotta go and leave it all behind Leave the face in the mirror of the bathroom here that stares back at mine Don’t take it so hard! I saw it coming too. I’ve grown apart. There’s nothing left to do. Conversation’s strained trying halfway to care When I talk to myself it’s like nobody’s there So little in common and nothing to say I’m heading my separate ways
Dave Nealon
11/30/-0001
Copyright 2007 Dave Nealon

Story

As you cut across Fancy Gap from Virginia to North Carolina, the close, steep mountains give way to the wide piedmont. But there ahead, rising all alone is Pilot Mountain. It's topped by a bare-rock dome--hardened quartzite that resists erosion. I made up the chorus as I came down the slope one morning heading to Mark's house. I hummed it for a year or so until another visit to Mark's. Then I wrote it down. The second verse refers to the Hillsville Shootout in 1912. Last time I checked, there were still bullet holes in the courthouse steps.

Lyrics

Pilot Mountain Mamaw was just a girl when her family started out from Pennsylvania down the old Wagon Road Crossed at Harper’s Ferry along the Shenandoah shore and up the Valley they pulled a heavy load Southeast to cross the Blue Ridge in rugged Fancy Gap They wondered if they'd ever find their way Like a signal to the schooners sailing on Atlantic waves A tower for the tired travelers coming home to stay Pilot Mountain, guide me on to my Carolina home Pilot Mountain, guide me on to my Carolina home In nineteen hundred twelve I climbed back up into Virginia to labor on the old Sidna Allen’s farm I minded my own business working hard out in the fields and kept my body out of sight and out of harm But that fateful day in Hillsville with the shootout at the courthouse I found myself involved in my worst fear I escaped into the mountains where I wandered lost and lone Till a vision of a fortress stood before me high and clear Pilot Mountain, guide me on to my Carolina home Pilot Mountain, guide me on to my Carolina home Pilot Mountain, guide me home To the foothills down below your quartzite dome Standing tall a quarter mile above the floor There to greet me and lead me to my door Bodie Island lighthouse dates to 1872 and Currituck 1875 Ocracoke in was built way back in 1823; Hatteras in 1869 Old Baldy is the oldest light – 1817 But the Knob was standing long, long before Those ancient coastline beacons had ever even shone And it might still be shining long after they're gone Pilot Mountain, guide me on to my Carolina home Pilot Mountain, guide me on to my Carolina home

Dave Nealon
0000-00-00
Copyright 2005

Story

Don't worry. This is about me, not you. Wrote it in 2005. Played it the other night in a restaurant, and friend Steve asked me to record it. So here it is.

Lyrics

How Am I Supposed to Know? You tell me that you love me but how am I supposed to know? You spend every waking hour anywhere you want to go You listen so politely and you talk so kind And it looks to me like you might change your mind And I’m not gonna tell you One more time You don’t finish what you started so you’re never satisfied Hang down your head and tremble cuz poor boy you’re bound to die Come join the revolution that explodes inside your chest Then work until the day I give you rest Work beside us till the day Day of rest Chorus Now you listen here. It’s much worse than it appears But it’s better than it seems They say a true friend is faithful to the bitter end Now we’ll find out what that means Your lazy lack of action thunders louder than your words If you’d just take a risk with a tenth of what you heard You’d accomplish more in one week than you have in seven years As the day draws near Let the one who has ears—let him hear Bridge There’s no place for either hope or fear On the battlefield of war Just keep riding out in loyalty To the sacred oath you swore You don’t deliver on your promises so what do you expect? Don’t waste your time enthralled by what the mirror’s face reflects You know what’s required. Why should I have to poke and prod? Do justice, love mercy, walk with God Do justice, love mercy Walk with God
Dave Nealon
10/20/2007
Copyright 2005 Dave Nealon

Story

Your life's story in three short verses. I was thinking about my teenage daughter. I wanted to write a song that would explain life to her and soothe her in her teen angst, but she grew up before I could finish it. Oh well, maybe she can soothe me in my old-timer angst.

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Early Dave Nealon 5/28/05 Lacey Spring, VA Early one morning you wake up to find A restless wind blowing the light through the blinds Is calling from the edge of the dawn As the morning moves on you know you got to obey The nervous excitement will drag you away It’s drawing; drawing you on Didn’t you know; hadn’t you heard or felt that pinch on your heart? Ages ago—remember my word—I told you right from the start Sun overhead in the heat of the day The sky turns hazy; the wind dies away You wonder how you were so sure Temptation’s your teacher and failure’s your friend If there’s anything left of you in the end It’s a wonder, a miracle cure If you care, then you’ll share sorrow following in your wake It’s out there; it’s somewhere, something you just gotta shake Along about evening the stir of the wind Tousles your hair and gets you moving again You’re racing the light to the west There’s an urgency now in the reddening sun You might not have long to get something done Before you finally rest

Cry

03:43
Dave Nealon
2007-10-20
Copyright 2004 Dave Nealon

Story

In Dickens' Great Expectations, narrator Pip has that moment we all have--when we realize how haughty we've been toward the very people who deserve our gratitude.

Lyrics

Cry Copyright November 8, 2004 Dave Nealon As I walked out a restless feeling seemed to follow I should be proud, but my chest is somehow hollow And all the words I wish I’d never said Echo down the canyons in my head But they jumped out before I had a chance to stop them I just had to have my say once too often And now that I am off and on my own The memories magnify how I’m alone So I Cry. Heave a sad sigh. (or rinse out your mind) Don’t even try to dry your eyes. Like a dam break, like a hurricane, like a tidal wave, like monsoon rain Cry. Heaven knows we need never be ashamed Of our tears for they’re like desperate needed rain That falls upon the blinding dust of earth That lies upon the crust of our hard hearts (The final stanza is a near-verbatim quotation from Charles Dickens' Great Expectations.)
Dave Nealon
2007-10-20
Copyright 2007 Dave Nealon

Story

Heard the Rolling Stones on TV. Thought, "Yeah, stick it to the man!" But it was a credit card commercial. Then heard "The Times They Are A-Changing.' Right on! But it was an insurance commerical. Then I saw Dylan in the lingerie commerical. That did it.

Lyrics

The Revolution’s Over Copyright March 8, 2007 Dave Nealon Lacey Spring, VA

The revolution’s over now; Lay down my old guitar
The Rolling Stones couldn’t get no satisfaction
So now they’re hawking credit cards, cards They’re hawking credit cards

The revolution’s over now but we’re still 8 miles high
Imagine more possessions now
It’s easy if you buy, buy, It’s easy if you buy

Oh deep in my heart I do believe
Down by the riverside
You say you want a revolution In your heart this time, time In your heart this time

The revolution's over now, no more hawks and doves.
And nothing to get hung about
Because all you need is Luvs, Luvs, all you need is Luvs.

The revolution’s over now; can’t you read the signs?
The generation lost in space
Kinda wasted my precious time, time Kinda wasted my precious time

The revolution’s over now; almost cut my hair
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
But Dylan’s selling underwear, wear Dylan’s selling underwear.

Dave Nealon
0000-00-00
Copyright 2004 Dave Nealon

Story

Written on a hot, still afternoon on Topsail Island, North Carolina.

Lyrics

Be Careful What You Wish For It’s a humid heat that gathers in the middle of the day And the breeze dies down to nothing, hear the rumble far away Clouds build up higher; maybe a storm will clear things out Be careful what you wish for; it just might come about Be careful what you wish for; be careful what you say For if it really happens, you might regret someday Some things are best in dreamland; out here they’d just wear out Be careful what you wish for; it just might come about I went sailing as a youngster all the summer everyday The action at the waterline pushing up the spray And the clanging of my halyard; wish I could still hear those sounds Be careful what you wish for; it just might come about Shorebirds and the terns fly, pelicans and gulls I wish that I could follow them as the sunset fades to dull To the south end of the island to wait the long night out Be careful what you wish for; it just might come about
Dave Nealon
2007-10-20
Copyright 2004 Dave Nealon

Story

I saw a banner in a school auditorium. It said, "I have loved you with an everlasting love." Sounded encouraging. I looked it up. A nation conquered and carried off into slavery. But their prophets say, "Don't worry. God will save us from this. He won't let this disaster befall us." But Jeremiah says, "Actually, you might as well get used to it. We're in for the long haul. But after things get to their worst--much worse than you yet imagine--then you'll understand God's love. You'll see his love as everlasting--amid the catastrophes.

Lyrics

It might be a long time

Go ahead and settle in
Do what you need to do
Don’t look back where you been

Build your house, plant your garden
Eat what you grow
Then when the time comes
I’ll let you know

I have loved you with an everlasting love

They burned our fields
Captured our sons
Laid waste our children
Stole everything we ever owned
They dragged us off in chains
They gave us foreign names
We’ll never see our homes again
Never again

I have loved you with an everlasting love

You’re in the middle of disaster And it might get worse yet
Your only hope is to outlast it But don’t give up just yet
I know the plans I have for you
I’ve got your future in my mind
Then when you look, you’ll finally find me
All in good time

I have loved you with an everlasting love

 

(from Jeremiah 29 and 31) Dave Nealon 8/16/04

Dave Nealon
2007-10-17
Copyright 2004 Dave Nealon

Story

My great-great uncle Frank DeVaney was a peg-legged Irish Klondiker violin maker who put together his first fiddle as a child. He made lots of instruments--including the one I play on this tune (in 1895). He only had to change one letter in his name to give the impression that he was a respectable Italian maker. I made up Frank DeVoney's waltz while scratching on his fiddle in the back yard as the sun set on the mountain.

Lyrics

Instrumental

Dave Nealon
11/30/-0001
Copyright 2000 Dave Nealon

Story

This is inspired by Beth. She showed me wintergreen and red efts, and sassafras. She played hammered dulcimer and had such a natural aspect in her flatfooting. It was in hiking trails and paddling rivers that we reckoned we'd like to climb life's mountain together.

Lyrics

Woodswoman Dave Nealon 5/14/00 Lacey Spring, Virginia It was her grace that charmed me She walks with the rhythm of the southern storm Like she belongs in the woods, knows every thorn Touch me not for nettle sting Buck and wing dances, hammers on strings Kick in the creek and drink from the fountain Singing her songs like High on the Mountain She woke up this morning with that same long yearning How do I get there from here? Realization comes like the sun’s slow dawning This is it; this is my life Say it easy; say it nice Like the river down the center and the bank on each side It’s not the destination; it’s enjoying the ride Ref: Do the kids know what she’s like inside? Can they hear the music in her mind? Do they feel her delight in the evening sky? Do they realize the patience behind her sigh? Middle: She’s added a layer or two Character forms like dribbling sand Drop to the bottom Season on season Trickle by little Sedimentary rock We don’t set our foundation till the end of our span And there are years to come yet, waters still upstream What kind of trouble will they wash down to flood our dreams? I’ll shoot the rapids with you, friend Paddle through the funnel, take it where we can This kayak carries us and if we spill We’ll thrill to the chill of the river still

Saro

01:16
Dave Nealon
0000-00-00
Traditional

Story

I heard Charlottesville fiddler Dick Harrington play this about 25 years ago. I wonder if I remember it right.