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  • Aug 26

    Stillwater Inn

    Lowville

Pamme Swan
2001
Pamme Swan

Story

 

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Peace Out was written 10 years ago last year! Wow how time flies. I recorded it when I was with the Swan Road Trio in Jimmy Wunderlich's Orbital Sound Studio with Jimmy and Scott Kraly. The first recording is a total rock and roll version. I wrote the song as my husband and I escaped New Orleans and Katrina by a mere two days...And because I got kicked out of girl scouts. My Stillwater friend Sally still, after ten years, visit's New Orleans monthly with a church group helping the folk rebuild. She suggested I do an acoustic version of the song as its a favorite of many folks who come to hear me play at Stillwater, I recorded this version in my home studio and mastered it once again at Rich Grant's studio. 

Lyrics

Peace Out Gurl Scout

Pamme Swan

I need a break from this vacation

I need a rest from this holiday

I need a day off from my day off

Need to get some help on the way

Sitting on a jet blue airline 

Katrina I can't believe my eyes

It's looking like some third world country 

Flying home over American skies

Chorus

You gotta peace out peace out peace out girl scout 

Peace out girl scout now is your time

Shine you badges Iron your sashes

Put down the hand book and read the headlines

I took a steam boat ride up the Mississippi

Now all I hear is that calliope

We left Slidel day before evacuation

I didn't want to meet no hurricane

Chorus

I got a Mardi Grau mask and a statue of Buddha

A hot rum buzz down on Bourbon Street

Life is life I don't care what color

In the human gumbo of New Orleans

Chorus

Oh every day another tribulation

Heartache and pain and misery

Pray for their souls and their salvation

Drowning in the waters of Pontratrian

Chorus

I'm sitting on this Jet Blue airline

Luck be the tear in my eye

New Orleans New Atlantis

I say a sad good bye 

I know Mardi Grau will never die

Chorus

 

Pamme Swan
2008-09-11
Pamme Swan

Story

Rest In Peace Anne La Bastille.

Lyrics

Thunder shaking the lake on an Adirondack day

Think I’ll head for the bookshelf of the Hard Times Cafe

Homemade hash an eggs and a hot cup of tea

An read about a woman who reminds me of me

I got a backpack and a coleman and a red swiss army knife

It barely scratches the surface of the Woods woman’s life

And if she knew me when I was four

We’d be best friends knocking on each other’s door

I’d get lost in the lush wilderness with Anne La Bastille

I think of Anne water sparkle on the lake

Sun sparkle through the leaves and the sounds the forests make

Silver strands of light woven through the rush

A cry of a wolf In a midnight hush

On my blow up mattress am I safe in my tent

A bear is running off with a loaf of my bread

And what I yearn to do now what I did when I was five

I’d be an indian pretending or an Adirondack Guide

I’d get lost in the lush wilderness Like Anna La Bastille

She wrote about the jungles got a Cornel PH.D

Her Thoreau in the wilderness drew much diversity

She’s a fierce eco-feminist A green vote for APA

Someone burnt down her barns in the eco-violence day

Pioneer work parties, West if the Wind

And saved these mountains from being a nuclear storage waste bin

What we should all do now is what we did when we were six

Have earth day every day as the earth is dirty and sick

And just slow down in the lush wilderness Like Anne La Bastille

I’m standing on the dock Its as if I’m in a spell

I see Anne and her dogs on this lake I won’t tell

Chugging up in her boat to maybe send out her mail

White braids blond against the blue sky pale

Quoted from the paper, “Cabin time went so fast”.

“A lot of solitude”, she said “We all need more of that”.

Thank You Anne you’ve taught me feisty is alright

I’ll be stronger and more careful and for this earth I will fight!

I’ll be more conscious and grateful Less needy more green

I just wish I read your books sooner So many years to redeem

So many years

Thunder shaking the lake on an Adirondack day

Think I'll head for the bookshelf of the hard times cafe

Homemade hash and eggs and a hot cup of tea

And read about a woman who reminds me of me.

(spoken) So What shall we do today Anne?

Moss Lake!

Ok lets go get lost.

Pamme Swan
2013-08-02
Pamme Swan

Story

I've have always been smitten with the story of Sally Tucker in my beloved Sherburne Pictorial (page 27) who once lived in the Rexford Falls ravine of my hometown of Sherburne and practiced the ways of her Indian ancestors in the art of medicinal herb lore. Finally after finding the opened tuned chord progression. Her story came through for me in song.

Lyrics

 

Osceola

 

Let me take you back to the old ravine

Where the moss grows north on a woodland tree

A babble brook a tansy fern

A spring water fall a sumac burn

 

My name is Eliza I would run from town

From the dirty streets to hike up my gown

I started at a rail, ended in the wood

An got good and lost as a silly girl could

 

Did I frighten you a voice did ask

 Silent as a deer willow wand at task

From where did you come was all I could say

She said follow me I will show you the way

 

She was one part color

One part white 

One part seminold

Four part pride

She found her heaven in the old ravine

Osceola Indian Queen

 

 A sin sick city she prevailed

She married four times then up the river she sailed

She landed here in ole  Chenango

Sherburne town became her home

 

An old canal boat crippled her man 

Yet she saved many lives with her healing hands

From her garden of yarbs  gardens so vast

Every night she lay down on a bed of ever last

 

Huckleberry

Raspberry red and black

It's all understood 

Tokens can't come back

Many a child and weary folk

Sought out her words and the laughing way she spoke

 

Chorus

 

Osceola brought me home

I return now and then when I can't be alone

 Black hair down bright eagle eye

She's as free as the four winds

Across the sunrise

 

Indian joy know no bounds

Creek mud tinctures and burdock crowns

When she died kindly hands above

Covered her with the the flowers 

She so dearly loved

 

Chorus

Steven Skollar
08/03/2013
Steven Skollar

Lyrics

Toy Cowboy

Steven Skollar

 

Well I'm just a toy cowboy 

I came from a mold 

I'm a gift for a some child 

I was born to be sold

I'm just a toy cowboy 

And we used to be friends

My body now brittle and no longer bends

My colors are faded and I've lost my squeak

And I guess its no longer me that you seek

 

Chorus

 

Get a long little kitty 

Life ain't for the faint

All things you thought were true ...  well they ain't 

Get a long little kitty the litters not always clean

You might as well stop worrien about

What might have been

 

Well I'm just a toy cowboy

With me you can play

I'm a flea market find from a long lost day

I'm just a toy cowboy

Take me down off the shelf

Well I won't raise your consciousness 

And can't fix your health

As  the calendars changes from now until then

Well I'm just a reminder of remember when

 

Chorus:            

Get a long little doggies 

Life aint for the faint

All the things you thought were true

Well they aint

Get along little doggy

A thought for you

Its not what you say but what you do

 

Pamme Swan
2013-08-03
Pamme Swan

Story

A tough year watching my son learning some very hard lessons. All for a good reason and happy endings in sight.

Lyrics

Ball Jar

Pamme Swan ~ Vocals Guitar

 Hayden Zahn ~ Violin

Steven Skollar ~ Mandolin

 

My garden is growing and growing non stop

The rain fell heavy on the air so hot

The ground drank the water 

And out crept the vines

And he can't come home

Until the snow's a flying

 

Chorus

But Lori has jelly and Lisa has jam

I've got pickles and candy yams

Ball Jar Ball Jar 

Big black pot 

Maybe we could get together

For a ball jar swamp

Laundry Laundry On the line

What ya gonna do

While he's doing time

 

2012 was gonna be his year

To figure out the road and maybe go somewhere

Nightmare in the night the beg for bail

Never would I dream I'd have a kid in jail

 

Chorus

 

He'd go out scrapping metal in an old blue truck

Then go to town and envy the college kids big bucks

He got a job bush hogging chopping root

Now he's scrubbing floors in In an orange jump suit

 

Chorus

 

The mirage ain't so pretty where thieving is big

The cops are all busy in the holes these kids dig

Another runaway in rehab

Another druggie in jail

Our all American kids

Our American fail

 

Chorus

Steven Skollar
2013-08-04
Steven Skollar

Story

“The festival is a commemoration of an event that happened in September of 1955, when a freight train carrying some Nestle chocolate products passing through Hamilton derailed in the town,” Pangallo said. “Nobody was injured, but the word quickly spread around the village that a train carrying a substantial quantity of chocolates had derailed. The children descended on the unexpected bounty and availed themselves of it.”

Lyrics

The O & W 

Steven Skollar

 

 In the fall of "55

A legend born went on to thrive

Fifty Six years ago today

So listen close to what I say

The mem'ry sweet the story true

The wreck of the O and W

 

On a curve behind Club Ed

A switch not thrown somebody said

I could not believe what I was seeing

As the train let out a scream

A childhood dream about to come true

The wreck of the O and W

 

Tons of metal through the air

Dumbfounded crew could only stare

A boxcar filled with chocolate bars

Now covered the tracks, thick as tar

So whats a kid supposed to do

At the wreck of the O and W

 

 The diesel sighed as if it was tired

Engineer cried I'm gonna get fired

Switchman crazy waving their flags

At scrambling kids filling their bags 

down  our throats that chocolate flew

Halloween  on the O and W

 

Old coal trestle on the spot

  bits of old tracks covered in rot

Long ago this flying train

Soared through air in a cocoa rain

A chocolate dream of mine came true

The wreck of the O and W

 

 

 Trains are toys now if you please

On tiny tracks 'round Christmas trees

The endless rails still shine in the sun

Time grown like weeds 'tween the rungs

A fleeting glimpse of what we once knew

End of  O and W

Pamme Swan
2013-08-04
Pamme Swan

Story

Aurora got to complaining that I never wrote her a song. Shame on me until this poppy little diddy came along!

Lyrics

Gussy Up

Pamme Swan

 

I was a feather selling wench

With bad ole English

In a castle by Chicago

I made Aurora

Now she's all grown up

All smart and fun and pretty 

Gussy up the girl Aurora's going to the city

 

Gussy up the girl 

In a gown of shooting stars 

Gussy up the girl 

to travel wind and far

Gussy up the girl

Wrap her in white light

Gussy up the girl 

For her beautiful flight

 

She's a pop of color

On any given day

The kind of sunshine

We call a ray

Now she's all grown up

Equipped to enchant

She can wrap herself around you 

Like a sweet exotic plant

 

Chorus

 

A Cleopatra

With those big brown eyes

A perfect contender 

For Saturday Night live

Now she's all grown up

And she's on her way

My lovely Aurora 

Life's a beautiful day

 

Chorus

Steven Skollar
2013-08-04
Steve Skollar

Story

Theres been a lot of drilling going on round here...

Lyrics

 

Friends Of Natural Gas

By Steven Skollar

 

 

I know friends of Natural gas 

But things just don't  quite seem the way they auta

They keep telling me about the money

And I keep asking about the water 

 

People  say it's  gona make us free and easy 

When they talk I just don't know just what to say 

They insist   it's  the price of progress

But can't tell me how much I''m gonna pay 

 

Still I know friends of natural gas 

Who wanna drill I say Hey whatever suits ya 

Royalties great yes I understand 

But heck  I'm worried about the future 

 

 Decisions based on Science not emotion 

 On this idea  we all can't see to agree

 All I know is what  it's like to be  thirsty 

 And it's the same for you as it it for me 

 

 

 I know friends of Natural gas 

 Signing bonuses banging down to the door

 Their making declarations about  health safety

 Well you know I heard that one before before .

 

An Income stream don't  You know I would salute it 

But  what's the use if it's all polluted 

Share the wealth hell yes I would buy it 

Except  clean water makes up most of our diet . 

 

 And I know friends of Natural gas 

 But things just don't  quite seem the way they oughta 

 They keep telling me about the money 

 And I keep asking all about the water

Pamme Swan
2013-08-04
Pamme Swan

Story

I get many requests to do this song about the Loomis gang and so it evolves and deserved a new recording. I really love how effective a simple hand clap as percussion can add to the erie drama of this song. 

Lyrics

Hey Momma Loomis

Down in Nine Mile Swamp

With your gang of rowdy robbers

Who hardly ever got caught.

From Canada to Pennsylvania

 Finger Lakes and Vermont

A hundred horses hiding

Down in Nine Mile Swamp

 

Hey Momma Loomis

Would you do it again

Teach your children to steal

Anything that they can

Something surely tells me 

In a minute you would

The fun ya’ll had looting 

Anything ya could

 

Hey Momma Loomis 

What cha got under your shawls

Counterfeiting money

Stuffed in the walls

Paint the stolen horses

Saddle up an steal again

Hey Momma Loomis

You were crazy back then

 

Hey Momma Loomis 

Your parties were grand

Laden tables on a hilltop

Dancing to a band

 Wash  the leader

Grove second in command

Of this whole territory

What fun you all had

 

Hey Momma Loomis

Ya ain’t the only one corrupt

Bribing politicians to cover it all up

Dead rabbits and plug uglies terrorizing the streets

Its a wonder how anyone ever got any sleep

 

Hey Momma Loomis

Filkins is coming for your sons

He's riding over from Brookfield

With some men and some guns

Get your girls to divert them 

Go ide 'em the swamp

What a movie this would make

I wish we could talk

 

Hey Momma Loomis

Do you have any regrets

Now that your home is burnt down 

And you lost all your bets

Plumb is in jail with a rope burn on his neck

Your family broke and murdered 

And your the only one left

Pamme Swan
2013-08-04
Pamme Swan

Story

Probably the quickest recording of the saddest song I ever had to write. In memory of dear Karla.

Lyrics

 Heroin Airplane

Seven minutes to smoke 

And it couldn't taste better

By the time she butt it out

She was seven minutes deader

She took the heroin airplane

She took the heroin airplane

 

She hunted and hiked 

And camped and hissed

Tiny twenty nine

Will sorely be missed

She took the heroin airplane

She took heroin airplane

 

Seven minutes to smoke 

And it couldn't taste better

By the time she butt it out

She was seven minutes deader

She took the heroin airplane

She took the heroin airplane

She took the heroin airplane

Pamme Swan
2013-08-04
Pamme Swan

Story

The last song I wrote for Wednesdays Riches in a Stillwater state of mind! A gift to my dear friend Mother Marian Romano! Stillwater's one and only!

Lyrics

Stillwater Song

Pamme Swan

 

Summer flew by my window

Her moon is in my hand

I'm cooking over a fire tonight

And I'm a sleeping in the sand

Meet me in Stillwater

Down the dirt road half an hour

We'll laugh and sing of simple things

While the ruby sip the flow'r

Hey boy bring your banjo

I'l pack my guitar

Luck will find us a mandolin 

Up in those mountains far

Oh love I go up in those mountains

Work with the one beside you

Work with what you got 

Forget the ones who passed you by

Forget what you have not

Meet me in Stillwater

Down the dirt road half and hour

We'll laugh and sing of simple things 

While the rubies sip the flow'r

Hey girl bring your pretty voice

Sing with my guitar

Luck will find us a violin 

Up in those mountains far 

Oh Love

I go up in those mountains far

Pamme Swan
2006-10-10
Pamme Swan

Lyrics

Hard Telling

Words and Music 

Pamme Swan

 

 

    He’s got 10 Gallon Capacity tattooed on his gut

An more jokes than a line of comics in a Los Angeles night club

  He got a DEE WEE shuttling students from their dorm rooms to the bars

Now he works for the highway department smoothing out the tar

 

Chorus

                                      

Its hard telling not knowing

    When you’re the last one to know where your going

           Don’t tamper with success 

     In a beautiful  mess 

Kick a horse when it’s down?

  Oh my god and goodness

NO NO NO NO NO NO

   Good god No

 

Iris lost her husband and threw his cane over the hill

She sips cold instant coffee and rations out her pills

There’s dirty cat food dishes on the floor around her feet

And she talks about high fashion on a New York City street

 

It’s a twinkie on a wall street journal

 An out house with a marble urinal

A church pew in a airport term

Walmart in Mayberry RFD

 

They get up at the break of day and work for a bowl of  rice

In the sweat shops for a few coins making American merchandise

They sleep in tiny cubicles and they all have the same alarm

And life is good cause here they are a long way from their farms

 

chorus


Pamme Swan
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Pamme Swan

Story

I blamed winter's misfortunes on Grace.

Lyrics

Grace’s is running round the big old Inn

She’s making everybody sick and everybody thin

The numbers aren’t crunching, the innkeepers sad

He can’t get out of bed he’s feeling that bad

On the second floor in room number nine

The clocks are broken an I don’t have time

For Grace’s Ghost Grace’s Ghost

Mean mean mountains in the wintertime

They’ll freeze you solid an take your life

They’ll show no mercy if they let you go

Make you drunk and crazy when you think you know

Which way to go Which way to go

North is east and south is west

I lost my direction I can’t get no rest

With Grace’s Ghost Grace’s Ghost

The hearth is crackling with a traitor fire

Peyton place in full drama about to expire

Mr. Gillette it was a tragic mistake

Leaving two hearts broken at bottom of this lake

I read Graces letters outside the wind whips around

Did your cold heart break when you watched her sink down

Grace’s Ghost Grace’s Ghost

Mean mean mountains in the wintertime

They’ll freeze you solid an take your life

They’ll show no mercy when they let you go

Make you drunk and crazy when you think you know

Which way to go Which way to go

North is east and south is west

I lost my direction I can’t get no rest

With Grace’s Ghost Grace’s Ghost

Grace is running round the big old Inn

She’s making everybody sick an everybody thin

Nobody’s thinking straight crazy as loons

With Grace slamming doors in all the empty rooms

On this frozen lake I'm lost in time

In a swirl of snow making me blind

Is Grace’s Ghost

Is Grace's Ghost

Grace's Ghost

Grace's Ghost

Pamme Swan
2011-11-28
Pamme Swan

Story

This is total fiction inspired by an old snap shot given to me sometime ago. The shot has been sitting in a picture frame holder at my computer for the last 4 years or more begging for it's story told.

Steven Skollar On Mandolin

Lyrics

Woodchuck And Crow

Words and Music 

Pamme Swan

 

He was born on a cold March morn

 His momma died the very same day

  Raised by a frenchie lumberjack

   In a mists of a mountains haze

   No sound came from his tiny lips

    When crow flew in from the sky

     Woodchuck crawled up from his dirty dirt de

And sang an  indian lullaby

 

  What do you know

 Wood chuck and crow

Together you are fine company 

How do you know

Wood chuck and crow

 How best friends come to be

 

Winters in the north white woods

Come to be about three years long

It's a hard cold spell with out a tune

From a mother or a spring bird song

Warmed by a stove of burning oak

The boy with his animals grew

They feasted on moose steak berries and buns

And drank cups of hazel dew

 

What do you know 

Wood chuck and crow

Together you are fine company

How do you know 

Wood chuck and crow

How best friends come to be

 

Winter finally melted away

When frenchie hung up his axe

And he moved them  from his old log home

To plant honey wheat and flax

In a green summer village square

The boy was left with his pets

And the town's folk pursed their holy lips

And found the boy hard to forget

 

What do you know

Wood chuck and crow

Together you are fine company

How do you know 

Wood chuck and crow

How best friends come to be

 

On a timothy hill out side of town

Lived a man with a picture box

With lights and magic mirrors inside

He got the town's first black and white shots

Shots of spinster ladies

And  sunsets all aglow

And the boy beside a great clay urn

with his woodchuck and crow.

 

What do you know

Wood chuck and crow

Together you are fine company

How do you know 

Wood chuck and crow

How best friends come to be

 

Legends linger soft and sweet

They were gone fore the first snow fell

A great black bear carried them back

To the woods he loved so well

And the man with the magic picture box

Has the only shot I know

Of the smiling boy and the company

Of his wood chuck and crow

Pamme Swan
2008-10-04
Pamme Swan

Story

Playing at the Big Moose Inn these past two summers I couldn't help not wanting to learn the history of this tragic story with the framed newspaper articles from 1906 and 07 hung through out the Inn. The Inn also sells all the books written on this case which I now own and have read. I've also been to a presentation and book signing, The Prison Diary and Letters of Chester Guillette, written by Jack Sherman and Craig Brandon at the Auburn Museum last March 30th on the 100th anniversary of Chester Gillette's electrocution. Mr. Sherman is quite knowledgeable on the Chester Gillette, Grace Brown tragedy and painted a pretty in depth picture of Chester's personality after obtaining his letters he wrote while her was incarcerated all those months in the Auburn State Prison. I've been to Grace's Farm in South Otselic and have visited her grave. The story of the tragedy of the Grace Brown and Chester Gillette is a great story and I highly recommend it as its part of our history here in Central New York.

Lyrics

Boom Town

With Reyna Stagnaro and Steven Skollar on mandolin

Jimmy Wunderlich on Guitar

Recorded at Swan's Studio, Orbital Sound and Colgate University

It was a Boom town round here 

When Gillette stepped of that train

Canals flowing hops growing New towns being raised

There were fortunes to be made

He was a well dressed one man show

A tale spinner a heart winner With a lusty ego

It was a boom town around here

How I wished I was there

It was a rocking Boom town around here

Smitten with a girl named Grace Working in a petticoat factory

A simple pearl poor country girl Gillette promised to marry

She bid her home farewell Unwed in a way

They traveled forth on a train heading north In Utica they spent a day

No wayward homes to stay With trouble on the way

It was a shocking gloom town for Grace

Awww Gillette what were you thinking

Her family would of loved and stood by you

In the darkest moment while she was sinking

Still you thought you’d get to live your whole life through.

He knew she couldn’t swim When Gillette rented up a skiff

With a camera and a suitcase and a tennis racket tied to it

His last independence day When they found him light in load

Hiking Black Bear Mountain A little further down the road

And from a water lily grave Grace was pulled from Big Moose Lake

There was a rocking murder trial on the way

In a parlor Grace did rest Gillette got the chair

On a theatrical train at the height of his fame

He was smug with out a care Headlines a blaze

With his face on every news page

A thousand in all flies on a wall Poured out in a public rage

Yelling Gillette You should hang Gillette You should hang

Yelling Chester Gillette You should hang

Awww Gillette What were you thinking

Your family loved and stood by you

In the darkest moment while she was sinking

Still you thought you’d get to live your whole life through

It was a Boom Town around here In an Auburn prison cell

Reading and writing while your momma’s out fighting

To save you from sure hell From his diary I do quote,

“Someday the silver chord will break

And perhaps some taps when I go".

Oh for heaven’s sake!

For back at the Glenmore Grace’s bonnet hangs forlorn

For Grace Billy Brown shall weep no more

It was a Boom town around here When Gillette went to his grave

A humbled and a thankful man in jesus he was saved

Did he strike the final blow Only Father Mac would ever know

And he watched him die with a tear in his eye

There was nothing left to do

Cause it was a Boom Town Around here

It was a Boom Town around here

It was a rocking Boom town around here

It was a rocking Boom Town around here

It was a rocking Boom Town around here

Pamme Swan
2011-11-28
Pamme Swan

Story

Inspired by Stillwater

Lyrics

Instrumental

With Steven Skollar on mandolin

Pamme Swan
2011-10-18
Pamme Swan

Story

A farewell song to my father. Written in Cocoa Beach Florida. Steven Skollar on mandolin. Recorded in Rich Grants studio.

Lyrics

Woke up to a Mocking bird

Singing a hundred songs

Woke up to a Mocking bird 

Singing a hundred songs

Woke up to a Mocking bird

Singing a hundred songs

 

Years of firsts Year of firsts

Since he flew away

Year of Firsts Year of Firsts 

Since he flew away 

Year of Firsts Year of Firsts

Since he flew away

 

Fare thee well Fare thee well

On your silk moon odyssey

Fare thee well Fare thee well

On your silk moon odyssey

Fare thee well Fare the well

On your silk moon odyssey

 

 

Woke up to a Mocking bird

Singing a hundred songs

Woke up to a Mocking bird 

Singing a hundred songs

Woke up to a Mocking bird

Singing a hundred songs

Pamme Swan
2011-11-28
Pamme Swan

Lyrics

Instrumental on dulcimer

Pamme Swan
2011-11-28
Pamme Swan

Story

It's amazing what living without power for six days can do for the ole writer's block! Thanks to Hurricane Irene.

I'm so totally grateful to only have been without power rather than the horrendous flooding our neighbors to the south of us are still cleaning up.

Ed Vollmer ~ Ukulele

Steven Skollar ~ Mandolin

David Williams ~ Washboard

Me ~ Acoustics and vocals

Lyrics

Dr. Bronner

 

(spoken)

After a lonely spell of mucking in the mire

Of these arduous days gone past

An being the left out of the sixties hippy that I is

I thought it high time thanks to Irene

To pay homage after a recent reunion

With my old and faithful friend

Dr. Bronner


 No power No shower 

Oh Irene now that your beyond

It looks like me and Dr. Bronner 

Up at the reverend's pond

 

It's down home green living

It's good old fashioned home steading

It's me and Dr. Bronner 

Getting a good lather on

 

He's peppermint with wings

He smell so fine he stings

Always there for a good read

He's the godliness of clean

It's just me and Dr. Bronner

 

Instrumental

 

The ball jars aint popping

But there's an old oak tree for chopping

Lamp oil and kerosene

Look what you did to me Irene

Wet bed sheets on the line

Tomato's torn from the vine

It's just me and Dr. Bronner

Getting a good going on

 

My canning pots a sink

Hauling water up from the creek

I miss my apple TV

Lord whats to become of me

Well it's just me and Dr. Bronner

Up at the reverend's pond

Pamme Swan
2011-11-28
Pamme Swan

Story

Written after the death of my father at the complete end of my rope.

Lyrics

The bank wants a pay stub

Its the slowest time of the year

Just want to build me a little hide way 

In which I can disappear

Cause I'm a mess

I guess

Truth of the matter is

 

This old house grows dirt 

The floors need sanding down

My whole life needs painting 

And I don't want to be found

Reclusiveness

Get me some of this

See you all around

 

Just when you think you nailed it 

Theres somebody better than you

Its gotta be the right shade of yellow

Or a sadder hue of blue

Struggling on this scene 

All these years has been freaking hard

Some scum broke the window

Stole my Martin Guitar

Well F this 

On That 

Truth of the matter is

 

My x's second divorce 

Turned into a baby on the way

My kids are his kids 

He barely gives them the time of day

More or less

He's an ass 

So selfish

 

My dad's dead, my dogs dead

I'm tired of grieving

Screw that happy balloon ride

Don't stay mad I get even

Don't stay pissed 

Screw bitternes

Move on eventually

 

 My birth week is coming up 

I hear 50 is the new 40

What the hell am I supposed to look like

Feminine or sporty

I'd like to trade my old man in

For a Charles or a Raul

But my friends are all gay

And insist I get a tool

Oh goodness gracious 

I wouldn't know what to do with it

 

Theres a dump the size of Texas

Floating out in the sea

Everyday round here is Christmas

With all this packaging

The worlds a mess

Don't second guess

We're all guilty

 

I'd like to melt down all the plastic

Flood all the streets

Mold everyone a kayak 

Kiss my wake wouldn't that be sweet

Inner bliss

Happiness 

Heavenly

 

 I'm a plane thats been hijacked

Flying real close to the ground

Heavy and life smacked

Window shades all pulled down

Cause I'm a mess

I confess

Truth of the matter is

Cause I'm a mess 

I confess

Truth of the matter is…..

Pamme Swan
2011-11-28
Pamme Swan

Story

My father loved purple.

Lyrics

Instrumental on dulcimer

Pamme Swan
2011-11-28
Pamme Swan

Story

The name's have been changed to protect the innocent. Other wise this is a semi-true song about some wonderful, colorful characters in my life.

Lyrics

Finger's Crossed

 

She came here from Ohio

He came from a prairie town out west

They got a comfy job at the college

And let their spouses do the rest

 

She waters orchids in the green house

While he sorts the students mail

And when they get together

It turns their spouses faces pale

 

Cause they're a match made in heaven

Tho they live with someone else

They wear cowboy boots 

And cowboy hats

And big buckles on their belts

 

Chorus

Johnny Joe and Delila

Both shine like a movie star

Playing their old time folk songs

On the mandolin and the guitar

Johnny Joe and Delila

In a constant music mode

Their spouses keep their fingers crossed

When they are out there on the road

 

She rides buckskin horse through a flowered field

She's a gypsy by wild luck

Johnny talks about the old song writers

Cracking beer cans in his truck

 

He cooks a kicking chile

While he gives a cattle call

She pirouettes in a calico dress

Like a princess at a ball

 

And when they get together

They are a sight for sore eyes

Apple Pie and a Slice of life

The grand blue ribbon prize

Johnny Joe and Delila

Both shine like a movie star

Playing their old time folk songs

On the mandolin and the guitar

Johnny Joe and Delila

In a constant music mode

Their spouses keep their fingers crossed

When they are out there on the road

 

When they get together 

They are a sight for sore eyes

Apple Pie and a slice of life

The grand blue ribbon prize

Pamme Swan
2011-11-28
Pamme Swan

Story

Just a simple acoustic Central New York descriptive

Lyrics

 

I woke up this morning 

In a winter white out

Couldn't see my closest neighbors 

Little yellow house

Hefted on my boots

As the plow went through

Thinking of my toenails 

Painted in summer shoes

Scraped off the windshield 

And warmed the car

Gonna head up to the mountains

And just get away real far

 

A shit load of snow mobilers 

Buzzing away

In their thousand dollar snow suits

On their thousand dollar day

Amplified bee hives

These mountains have become

Barking dogs all tethered 

To a sled race run

Got my snow shoes on 

Trudging out along

Searching for some peace

I should of just stayed home

 

Oh very well 

It's just January

Another storm on the way 

To welcome February

I'm sick of these boots

And flipping up this hood

Make my way to the shed 

Haul in another day of wood

No doubt this white out

Has made me blue

Here in Zhivago land

Running out of things to do

 

spoken

And now March is stomping in

like a whole pride of lions!

 

Red Cardinals and Blue Jays

The only colors I see

Flitting bout the feeders

In the frozen gray trees

Its a good day for curry 

A good day to clean 

A good day for wishing 

Winters weren't so mean

Bring the boil to a simmer 

And tonight I'll dream

Of spring and flowing rivers 

And the sweet sweet smell of green

Of spring and flowing rivers 

And the sweet sweet smell of green

Of spring and flowing river's 

And the sweet sweet smell of green

Pamme Swan
2011-11-28
Pamme Swan

Story

A three part song written with some historical background for The Spirit House in Georgetown NY, my father and the state of mankind in mind.

Lyrics

 

Spirit House

 

With no secrete of spiritual direction

With faith and a chisel 

A timber resurrection

A house so intricate and ornate

So grand and lovely as a white wedding cake

In the hay day of the burnt over district

Hard times brought a great awakening

And people wouldn't settle for just any religion

But improved upon their spiritualism

In their own sacred conscious space

Their own true heaven on earth

 

So come all ye to the Spirit House

Seek and ye shall find your higher self

All your gods and angels and loved ones are here

Waiting in the lye lines 

To meet you there

 

I'm driving the Sangerfield Express

Driving past the nine mile 

And its swampy wilderness

I'm thinking he's finally on his way

His voice in my head as fresh as yesterday

The greatest gift we will forever have

The greatest gift the love from a dad

And everywhere we go little brother

And everywhere we go little sister's

And everywhere we go dear mother 

His Love is all around us

 

So come all ye to the Spirit House

Seek and ye shall find your higher self

All your gods and angels and loved ones are here

Waiting in the lye lines 

To meet you there

 

It's been a long long line of crashing dominos

All tese tragedies where ever man goes

Time to slow it all down and play a different game

Time to look within and spare the blame

Get back down to the earthen ground

To fly up high to the endless sky

And don't you stop that wishful thinking 

And don't you stop that ever loving

And don't you stop that soulful singing

And pray to who you must

 

So come all ye to the Spirit House

Seek and ye shall find your higher self

All your gods and angels and loved ones are here

Waiting in the lye lines 

To meet you there

Pamme Swan
2011-11-28
Pamme Swan

Story

RIP Eleanor Swan Loving Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Writer and Historian.

Lyrics

Acoustic Instrumental 

Pamme Swan
2010-12-15
Pamme Swan

Lyrics

Balm For Sorrow

Pamme Swan

She's a woman with out a city

A girl with out a town

A mother with out a lover

Looking to be found

Chorus She needs a balm for sorrow

A balm for her sorrow

To seek her soothe her take her away

A balm for sorrow

Stranded in an ocean

Black Hair in the cold wind blow

Her bed is a boat lost at sea

Rocking to and fro

She needs a balm for sorrow

A balm for her sorrow

To seek her soothe her take her away

Balm For Her Sorrow

 She's an artist with out an easel

A writer with no paper and pen

A dog on a five foot tether

Running pendulum

Chorus

One child in the grave

Two child mad as hell

Three strumming her mandolin

Sitting by a wishing well

Chorus

She walks out to the garden

She knows no one tells

Crashing Ghosts surround her

Her head a ringing bells

Chorus

Pamme Swan
2011-11-28
Pamme Swan

Story

Inspired by a few things. Watching episodes of The Tudors. And Steven Skollar's most exquisite portrait entitled Twilight.

Lyrics

Too Long A Song

Words And Music 

Pamme Swan

 

This song you sing is too long a song

Too long a song

Too long a song

This song you sing is too long a song

And it's time to think about home

 

But the Bouncing castles are blowing away

With our children inside 

On their happy birthdays 

The bouncing castles are blowing away

And the mothers all stand alone

 

This song you sing is too long a song

Too long a song

Too long a song

This song you sing is too long a song

And it's time to think about home

 

But the heavenly one's been thrown to the fire

Thrown to the fire

Thrown to the fire

The heavenly one's been thrown to the fire

Not a pleasant way to go 

 

This song you sing is too long a song

Too long a song

Too long a song

This song you sing is too long a song

And it's time to think about home

 

 To the river we rode, the girl with a star

Girl with a star

Girl with a star

To the river we rode, the girl with a star

Girl with a golden star on a string

 

This song you sing is too long a song

Too long a song

Too long a song

This song you sing is too long a song

And it's time to think about home

 

It shone like sun though they called her a liar

Called her a liar

Called her a liar

It shone like the sun though they called her a liar

And they would not see the sun

 

This song you sing is too long a song

Too long a song

Too long a song

This song you sing is too long a song

And it's time to think about home

 

There's no home for I'm the river that flows

The river that flows

The river that flows

There's no home for I'm the river that flows

Into twilight

Into twilight 

Into twilight

Pamme Swan
2004-05-19
Pamme Swan

Story

Written after the death of my Grandfather Swan

Lyrics

Eagle Flying

 

Driving by an eagle flying

Right where you were supposed to be

Let you go to the love bright light once sated

There's nothing left your life is free

Come On Fly you back to the mountains

Come on Fly you back to the trees

Come on Fly you down through your souls heart

Come on Fly away be free

 

Driving by an eagle flying

The moon and mars align

For the paper white hair and potato

Time is all in God's mind

Come On Fly you back to the mountains

Come on Fly you back to the trees

Come on Fly you down through your souls heart

Come on Fly away be free

 

Driving by an eagle flying

On a mountain of faith in an azure sky

Laughing at this life once sated

Your laughter will forever shine

Come On Fly you back to the mountains

Come on Fly you back to the trees

Come on Fly you down through your souls heart

Come on Fly away be free

 

Driving by an eagle flying

Right where you were supposed to be

Let you go to the love bright light once sated

Forever you are inside of me

Come On Fly you back to the mountains

Come on Fly you back to the trees

Come on Fly you down through your souls heart

Come on Fly away be free

 

Driving by an eagle flying

Driving by an eagle flying

Driving by an eagle flying

Driving by an eagle flying 

Pamme Swan
2002-01-18
Pamme Swan

Story

This song was written after a trip out to California with my father and his father for my cousin Lauren's wedding.

Lyrics

Its Not Only In California

 

I flew out west in early April

With my grandfather and my dad

To visit a part of our family

We usually forget that we have

It was my first California wedding

Of my Uncle’s only daughter

From a fatal first marriage 

Lost swan in the water

She was the one who got away

 

Scrub gray mountains rose as we drove

She was married in an old orange grove

The rain shimmered and the sun shone

Californians never go home

The glasses tipped and the roses flared

Everythings just a little aloof out there

On a African Drum or a Spanish guitar

It’s not only in California

 

I left my gift and drove back down to the ocean

With an old friend and her husband

In a rusted antique yellow pick up truck 

The best things are never planned

And all the young buzzed beautiful pierced people

Made Pacific beach a happening

I think spring break goes on a little longer here

Still a little a cool to swim 

But God is was good to get way

 

Scrub gray mountains rose as we drove

She was married in an old orange grove

The rain shimmered and the sun shone

Californians never go home

And the housewives trip and the husbands share

Everything is just a little loose out there

In a cocktail lounge or a corner bar

It doesn’t  matter where you are 

I guess it’s not only in California

 

One week and two oceans later

I drove my kids east to see their dad

Where we temporarily pretend were not the

family that went bad

They go on a happy little shopping  spree

Two teens and my X’s wife

Later on she waited up for me and we

sipped Stolichnyia half of the night 

And man it felt like 

California

 

Scrub gray mountains rose as we drove

She was married in an old orange grove

The rain shimmered and the sun shone

Californians never go home

And the cops flip and the kids are scared

Everything is just a little hairy out there

Its here on earth not out there on Mars

It doesn’t matter where you are

Its not only in California

California

California


Pamme Swan Vocals~Guitar,Jimmy Wunderlich~Line 6, Reyna Stagnaro~ Mandolin, Steve Skollar~Mandolin
0000-09-10
Pamme SWan

Story

Thanks To Opera. Inspired by Eckhart Tolle.

Lyrics

Thinking back to summer A thought occurred to me in June

I'd love to start a hobby farm A Senior Citizen Commune

We could all work together

Organic we will grow

An write for Mother Earth Catalog

Cause we're old now an we know

Move it up to the San Bernadino mountains

Plant some pomegranite trees

An sip pom martinis In a honey suckle breeze

Spend the day in a kyack And a night with my guitar

An pretend that hundred dollar bills Fill my lucky life tip jar

Chorus I've been hiking hemlock mountain trails To hear what the old man said

He took a bite and sipped his wine He put these words in my head

Write it down or no one will believe

Take the shots for everyone to see

All the places you've been

An you my dear have been living pretty fat

Your life is living you So your gonna have to dance with that

I've been reading some Oprah books

They've helped to me get through

Just being me Hasn't always been the easiest thing to do

Never understood religion All the politics lead to war

Right is wrong an wrong is right I've heard it all before

Driving up on the rim of the world On the highway of the stars

I'm high above the swirling ocean An an long long way from Mars

I'm pushing away the darkness I'm sitting still in the light

An I'm listening to my quiet while my spirit prepares for flight

Mother Earth met God on a dark and empty day

In the black hole of no where together they found their way

God with all his light said I'm a attracted to you

Mother Earth said "Thats right" and I know just what to do

So God an Mother married so that Jesus could see

An when they touched each other a lucid heaven came to be

Now this isn't the heaven of which we've been fed

This heaven is the quiet behind the mess inside our heads

Chorus

2nd Chorus ending with

All the places we've been

And we've all been living pretty fat

Life is living us So we're gonna have to dance to that

Pamme Swan
2008-09-11
Pamme Swan

Story

I have no idea where this came from. I guess I thought there needed to be more Valentines Day songs

Lyrics

I am your true love and your forever mine

Lets celebrate our true love together

Happy Valentines Day would you dine with me

I'd love to take you out to dinner

I am your true love and yes you are mine

Just get me through Feb-u-dreary

Happy Valentines Day oh please take me away

And make my gray day warm and merry

Oh my dear woman I'm your trustworthy man

I'll pour the wine and I'll buy you some roses

There will be silver and candles and chocolate so sweet

Right until the diner closes

Oh my sweet man my legs are jello

It will be a magic time to mingle

I can hear the soft music an taste the fine wine

Just the thought gives me a tingle

Well then what time shall we rondevew

I'll make an early reservation

I'll wash the winter from my automobile

Away I'll whisk you with no hesitation

I can hardly wait I'll be ready for you

And I'm glad its your turn to be driving

Just remember that I've got to be home by nine

For thats when my husband with be arriving

Happy Valentines Day Happy Valentines Day

I hope you're with someone that your're loving

May your conversations flow

When cupid aims his bow

And your dinners be hot out of the oven

May your conversations flow

When cupid aims his bow

And your dinners be hot out of the oven

Pamme Swan
1998-12-06
Pamme Swan

Story

Martha! I think your wonderful! Thank you for all you've done to keep us housewives creative!

Lyrics

The Holiday Song Ode to Martha Stewart

The holidays are coming around again real fast this year

Hope we get buried in the snow

Get out the skis hang up the wreathes,

Break a wish bone

Christmas Is Coming

Ole Martha’s in her jail cell

Pull cars from the ditch

Shine silver if you’ve got it

I’ve heard she’s a witch

But it’s a good thing

Yes its a good thing Martha Stewart’s living

It’s my turn this year to imitate the queen

Decorate my home to look like a dream

Tip the scales you know its all butter an cream

Hide the bread machine

These times are tough

Its hard to ignore

We got to work with less

An stop wanting more

Humble ourselves simplify our lives

Like Martha a ray of golden sunshine

In my home I’ll break out a box of red wine

Get a game on the cable,

go out make naked snow angels

Play guitar, stoke the fire and watch the snow fall romantic

Children warm in their beds dreaming of something fantastic

Its a good thing Christmas is a coming

Maybe if I sing Martha this song

She’s re-gift me a set of Calphalon

Oh but I’m not proud cause the truth is

I’d have to re-sell it to pay my health insurance

And its a good thing

Oh Martha for you its all been a whirl

You lied an got caught nobody likes a rich girl

But you’ll be ok, you’ll bounce back again

There’s more than one way stuff a holiday hen

Its a good thing

The needles will fall and the snow with pile up

Then March will stomp in like a big brown rut

Oh but Martha will save me she’ll keep me inspired

Its amazing what you can do with a little glue and wire

An its a good thing

Yeah its a good thing

Oh Martha Stewart's living

Oh Martha Stewart's living

Oh Martha Stewart is living

Pamme Swan
0000-00-00
Pamme Swan

Lyrics

Brookfield Horse trails Nine Mile Bliss

In my back yard my backyard

How did I miss this

Take me off your mailing list

I just don’t get your drift

I’m heading for a forest trail give my soul a little lift

Stolen Horses Water lilies

Meandering stream

Loomis gang a riding In a far away dream

Write me off of your routine

I never got the bond

I'm inside the Blue Line Stillwater and beyond

Mother Marion’s Hummingbirds are dive bombing me

Campsite forty five a paradise to camp for free

Out to the driftwood god beach tree bones in the sand

I’m an empty nest on a reservoir with paddle in my hand

Windy boy has flown away the tall girl could sing

Why do sad things always happen in threes

Our elders growing ever older form to formless not dead

White ghosts of themselves living drugged out in their beds

So many places to get lost and ponder all of this

So many things I should of done differently

Its my children I miss

History pours everywhere complicated and vast

Folk lore and legends hunting me down from the past

Need Slow down Need to go down to Nine Mile Bliss

In my back yard, my back yard

How did I miss this

Pamme Swan
2008-02-14
Pamme Swan

Story

Recorded at The Rich Grant Studio Hamilton NY Anne Leone on violin Up the River Cold A song for Noah John Rondeau

I've been doing a lot of reading this summer boning up on the many people that color the rich tapestry of history in the Adirondack mountains. After reading Noah John Rondeau Adirondack Hermit by Maitland C. De Sormo, I was inspired to write this story song for my performances this up coming summer at the Big Moose Inn. To help keep the spirit of Noah John alive in the hearts of mountain lovers and spirit of Noah John alive in the Adirondack wilderness.

Lyrics

 Noah John Adirondack man

Chose a solitary life few would understand

He left home on Jackson Hill in 1898

From the whip of his father to his isolated fate

Bonafide hermit was no pre-meditation

All he wanted was a fair wage and a good education

He left Big Fool American Buissness and organized religon

In a Sunday suit of deerskin went into hibernation

Noah John Noah John You have come to me

In your Everlasting stew and your eternity tea

Calendars set by stars and diaries in code

Thirty years of isoloation up the river cold

Living at Corey's he met the likes of Indian Dan

A hunter, A trapper, A fine fisherman

They wove sweet grass blankets and balsam pillows

Taught Noah the woodlore with bows and arrows

Abandoned blacksmith shop of Santa Clara Lumber

Noah built Cold River City in the town hall he would slumber

He lived in Firewood wigwams population one

Read books of astrology under a ice blue winter sun

Noah John Noah John You have come to me

I hear your violin and read your mountain poetry

Calendars set by stars and diaries in code

Thirty years of isolation up the river cold

With Doctors,and Loggers and Forty Sixers for friends

How could this man survive without a five and ten

From Monkeydom to Hermitdom they hiked with a cake

In from Plumleys general store 11 miles from Long Lake

A helicopter lifted Noah to his fame in New York City

With props from the wilderness gained much publicity

The novelty wore off Noah left the city streets

Back to Cold River and his primitve peace

No dogs on every corner No church bells in his ear

Just Junkos and Sparrows Night hawks and deer

Blue Mountain has him now and all his stories told

The life of Noah John Rondeau up the River cold

Noah John Noah John You have come to me

In the flora and the fauna of this mysterious beauty

Calendars set by stars and diaries in code

Thirty years of islolation up the river cold

Thirty years of isolation up the river cold

Pamme Swan
2008-10-02
Pamme Swan

Story

All I know is that there isn't near enough about the Loomis Gang on the web. The story of the Loomis Gang would make one heck of a great movie!

Lyrics

Hey Momma Loomis Down in Nine Mile Swamp

With your gang of rowdy robbers Who hardly ever got caught.

From Canada to Pennsylvania Finger Lakes and Vermont

A hundred horses hiding Down in Nine Mile Swamp

Hey Momma Loomis Would you do it again

Teach your children to steal Anything that they can

Something surely tells me In a minute you would

The fun ya’ll had looting Anything ya could

Hey Momma Loomis What cha got under your shauls

Counterfeiting money Stuffed in the walls

Paint the stolen horses Saddle up an steal again

Hey Momma Loomis You were crazy back then

Hey Momma Loomis Your parties were grand

Laden tables on a hilltop Dancing to a band

Wash the leader Grove second in command

Of the whole territory Who thought you was mad

Hey Momma Loomis Ya ain’t the only one corrupt

Bribing politicians To cover it all up

Dead Rabbits and Plug Uglies Terrorizing the streets

Its a wonder how anyone Ever got any sleep

Hey Momma Loomis Constable’s coming for your sons

He’s riding over from Brookfield With some men and some guns

Get your girls to divert them Go hide in the swamp

What a movie this would make I wish we could talk

Hey Momma Loomis Do you have any regrets

Now that your home is burned down And you lost all your bets

Plumb is in jail With a rope burn on his neck

Your family broke and murdered An you’re the only one left

Pamme Swan
2008-03-08
Pamme Swan

Story

Written in the bitter sweet feeling of letting your children go and getting on with your own life. Not easy!

Lyrics

Billy Brown Road

I dropped my girl off to get on with her life

I’m a burned out mother and a bored house wife

Flying down Billy Brown road

Skirting the overload

I should be crying

Instead I’m flying

Flying down Billy Brown road

Get out of this house with a paper and a pen

Bout twenty years later and I’m right where I began

Escaping down my Billy Brown road

Out from under the overload

I’m just getting out of here

Cause I’m nowhere near

Escaping down Billy Brown road

Its the middle of April under two feet of snow

The river is raging into fields it over flows

Flooding out my Billy Brown road

Churning mud of overflow

Homes washed away On an angry wet day

Flooding out my Billy Brown road

He ate my good meal then he tucked himself in bed

I’m surprised he’s not watching some freaking sporting event

Wasted on Billy Brown road

Numbing out the overload I hate that TV Sucking up reality

Wasted on Billy Brown road

So I got myself a job singing at an Inn

Under a business card sky making lots of friends

Singing on Billy Brown road

Teasing the overload

Getting along Singing folk songs

Singing on Billy Brown road

The more I search for me the more quiet I become

My enthusiasm on a slow and steady run

Quiet on Billy Brown road

Accepting the overload

Strong now I can take

Aware now I’m awake

Quiet on Billy Brown road

My girl gives me a call Hey Ma when you coming home

Lets make an Oma chicken dinner an Eddie dog is all alone

Home on my Billy Brown road

Safe to my overload

To my have a heart trap

I’ll spring it an go back

Home on Billy Brown road

Home on Billy Brown road

Pamme Swan
0000-00-00
Pamme Swan

Story

From The Inner Circle!

Lyrics

 This is a story bout a squirrel and Mr. Hankey

Mr. Hankey is one real swell bloke

He loves his tube steak Tuesdays and negotiating

And he tells one heck of a joke

Yeah He tells one heck of a joke

Mr. Hankey's real smart he's an entrepreneur

He retired when he was just forty years old

And he came up to these mountains

And he bought the Big Moose Inn

He's gonna turn this Inn into gold

He's gonna turn this Inn into gold

Now down the lake a ways he owns a camp of many Mooses

You walk in an there’s Mooses everywhere

Moose pictures on the wall

Moose Statue's in the hall

An moose music playing in the air

An moose music playing it the air

Now Mr. Bob Hankey is one generous fella

And he gave my folk music a home

He puts me up in his camp When the inn is full

I get to sleep in the indian princess room

I get to sleep in the indian princess room

There’s a shelf in Hankey's camp over his kitchen counter

Lined with many cherished moose mugs

An early one morning I heard a loud crash

An I thought it was some Adirondack Thug

Oh I thought it was some burley Adirondack Thug

Mr. Hankey Sir I said You've got a problem

Your thug knowed his way most certainly

I met him on the porch As he was climbing up the wall

An he didn't have a good thing to say to me

No Not one good thing did he have to say to me

Mr. Hankey said Pamme Hey you wanna do some shopping

Eagerly I replied thats just what I do best

So I went to Gander Mountain For a Have a Heart Trap

So poor Hankey could get his beauty rest

So Mr. Hankey could get his beauty rest.

Well it wasn't but two Adirondack mornings later

To the sound of a spray can I awoke

Hankey caught the thug

Who broke his precious mug

He was painting the belly of a squirrel...no joke

He was spray painting the belly of a squirrel no joke

I said Give it up Bob Hankey just what are your doing?

An why did you choose the color black

He said I'm gonna let this vermit go A good five miles away

I'll know if its him that comes back

Yeah I'll know if its him if he comes back

So I sing you all this song as a fair warning

I'd never tell you all what to do

Use extreme caution Around Mr. Hankey Mooses

Or Mr. Hankey just might spray paint you

Or Mr. Hankey just might spray paint you

Or Mr. Hankey just might spray paint you!

Pamme Swan
2008-09-11
Pamme Swan

Story

Written in good humor for my cousin.

Lyrics

 Jacque Oh Jacque got a sweet happy head

Smoking an drinking in her husbands' paint shed

Flickin her ash next to quarts of paint thinner

With a gourmet stuffed crust in the oven for dinner

Chorus: James Jolly James Jolly don't you call 911

Just get her up in the sky right up next to the sun

Remember to remember its not in her head

She's not pentecostal with God as her friend

James Jolly is an Englishman with a four seater plane

He teaches Jacque to fly to keep her brian sane

They fly for hundred dollar burgers and twenty dollar wings

Over Pottstown Pennsylvannia I think of these things

Chorus

Jacque's got a son spoiled beyond recognition

She reminds him of this at the time of ignition

Cause if you want the best boy you got to put out

The higher she gets the less she's without

Chorus

Jacque was raised Seventh Day Advent

In skirts and knee socks still the rules got bent

Her siblings cut a record cause they sang in a choir

Praising the lord from a mountain while their house was on fire

Blinded by religion Jesus Mary and Joeseph

By the time they were done with there daily devotions

Their porridge was cold and their faces all red

And their bibles all burning under Jacques bed

Chorus

!st verse over again

Pamme Swan
0000-00-00

Lyrics

 Loopie traded in his mountain for a sliver of land

It came with a boat and a year around tan

A three story house with a pool in the yard

All screened in and working never more is hard

Singing old otis

Singing old poor otis

Singing Old Otis

Singing old poor Otis

Loopys got a wife she's tough as nails

To put up with him she goes through hell

She goes it alone when s out on a mile

She gets what she wants and drives loopy wild

Singing old otis

Singing old poor otis

Singing old Otis

Singing Old poor Otis

On a sand bar left by a no-name storm

In the Gulf of Mexico shallow and warm

Loopie screams at the birds to get it right

In a yellow hat and a insane life

Singin old otis

Singing all night

The kids don't sleep Till Loopie says its right

Singin old otis with all your might

On loop mountain south all through the night

Loopie traded in his mountain for a sliver of land

It came with a boat and a year around tan

Three story house, pool in the yard

All screened in an working never more is hard

And working working working Never more is hard

An working working working never more is hard

Pamme Swan
2002-04-14

Story

This Happened...In Sherburne.

Lyrics

 A pirate sailed into our sleeping town

I was just seventeen

He anchored up on the old Sanitarium road

Where the city kids would come to spread their wings

And the pirate said he had real big plans

If we all bought a little paradise

So I stood in line with the town to get a job

But mostly to see the pirate’s eye

And the pirate yelled and the pirate schemed

He was just this little man

who could make you believe

Instremental

Make me believe

He could take me out there

Out to see

I sail around with Phoenix’s Rising from a big blue naive sea

Instrumental with recorder

Well the town woke up and started laughing at him

The pirate didn’t have a dime

And his ship went down where the old black bells rings

Paradise can’t be built on a lie

The pirate is my skeleton in a long ago far away dream

When my little town turned radical

I was just seventeen

Pamme Swan
0000-07-01

Story

Fight the NYRI

Lyrics

 A monstrosity is trying to come

Like a plague through these hills

Stomping up to our window panes

A humming is gonna spill

It’ll radiate our souls you see

And make us wish we were blind

It’ll send wild things to their holes

And make our freedom hard to find

Chorus :Please could we come together

The situations not so mere

Please for the sake of our countryside

And for all that we hold dear

Our small towns are in trouble

With this monster in our skies

Looming over our sweet hovels

And darkening our eyes

Oh you who choose the city life

And live so competitively

Could you just slow down a wee little bit

And take some pity on me

I speak for those who walk the country roads

And still go to the county fairs

For the fact is time ticks slower here A

nd we aren’t going no-where

Chorus

My grandfather dug potatos

My grandmother she picked pears

My mother jars everything she can

And eats it with out a scare

And the meek shall inherit the earth

Spread my ashes when I die

I’d rather see children pick wild flowers…

Instead of climbing power lines

Pamme Swan
0000-10-22
Pamme on her strumstick

Story

This song started with Ivonya.

Lyrics

Safe in sleep put your friends away

Little birds curled up on a sleepy day

The other mothers will pull you through

You'll be safe inside your patchouli room

What color is my eye What is the time of day

Is there any warning before they take you away

Smile you know its not so bad

Late yet love is yours to be had

I will gather you up and take you away

Away my luv to my secrete place

And gaze upon you filling my eyes

untill they are tired of seeing you

And when those thousand years have passed

I will love you again and again at last

forever and ever in a day

forever and ever in a day

Safe in our patchouli room

Pamme Swan
0000-10-22
pamme swan

Story

This is the story.

Lyrics

 (This one’s for you Tommy Fowler)

Tired of stacking the store shelves and being a bag boy on the run

Sick of counting coupons and being a grocer’s son

Tommy took a ride in his mustang fourteen miles to the north

To the town with the college and students and professors hiking back and forth

He parked his car on a two way street that reeked of vomit and stale beer

And he saw an angel in a store front window, his passion now perfectly clear

Tye-dye, incense, beads and a fairy

Bongs and hookahs in the Crimson Strawberry

Tommy hit up his old man to co-sign on a loan

He said “Trust me on this one dad” and set out on his own

He bumped into a real hot girl an’ he gave her some fruit

They poured through the catalogs there was no Internet and they ordered some real cool loot.

A logo was needed, and the hot girl looked good in red

With a strawberry in her mouth, sitting on Tommy’s bed

Tye-dye, incense, beads and a fairy

Bongs and hookahs in the Crimson Strawberry

Tommy hired a photographer who got a real awesome shot

Posters went up everywhere and eating strawberries was hot

Well her name was Denise who lived out in Lebanon in a trailer

With a brother and her mother and her sisters and some others and a backwoods hippy sailor

She made it through high school and ended up down south

So much for the real hot girl with the strawberry in her mouth

Tye-dye, incense, beads and a fairy

Bongs and hookahs in the Crimson Strawberry

Well Tommy’s store opened up when the college rang the bell

And the street of beer and vomit soon had a sweet exotic smell

Everybody was smoking everyone was getting high

And the government was stupid, an’ people were sick and tired sick and tired of asking why

So from Syracuse to B-Town and as far as South Pharsalia

People went on shopping spree’s to buy Tommy’s paraphernalia

Tie-dye, incense, beads and a fairy

Bongs and hookahs in the Crimson Strawberry

He sold T-shirts and hippy skirts, Jesus sneakers and rings

Posters and papers and many other needed things

He hired an employee so he could hang out in the bar

Or play frisbee in the street with his dog, or pick up chics and take them cruisin’ in his car

Yeah you could shop with a basket the store was too small for a cart

And we all had blown bong vases and told our mothers it was art

Tie-dye, incense, beads and a fairy

Bongs and hookahs in the Crimson Strawberry

Now many years have passed through this quaint little college town

Tommy got bored sold out he was sick of hanging around

So he went to Colorado and became an snow ski bum

And married a nice Jewish girl because Tommy isn’t dumb

Still the students pass by and the store changes again and again

It’s a computer shop right now but I remember when

When it was Tie-dye, incense, beads and a fairy

A hot girl dressed in red with a crimson strawberry

( Denise, where you is ? )

(…and I thank you Tommy Fowler)

Pamme Swan
2006-05-16

Story

Giving up home.

Lyrics

Leave her with something

Give Back her heart

You both started with nothing

This is the hardest part

You still have the cameras

And the shots of the dream

And all your words in folders

Giver her back the earth and the sea and sky

The old girl is dirty

Theres a hole in her side

Remember her glory

With memories that fly

You still have her spirit

Give back her dignity

And this goes like this

Give her back the earth and the sea and sky

Leave her with something

Give back her heart

Nothing is nothing 

This is the hardest part

this this is the hardest part its this goodbye

Pamme Swan
0000-00-00

Lyrics

The elves have gone now

Because you came to late

They danced until the sun came up

Then they chose a mate

And Scattered 'neath the clover

To wile the day away

In dreamy things

Like blue smoke rings

And soft and sensual play

There is nowhere you are going 

Except here love in my arms

Don't leave me with but your stories

For how could I carry on

On this journey On forever

On and on and on Carnalea

Pamme Swan
0000-00-00

Lyrics

 Left my house to solitude to fly down ninety-five

Lucky me cement road reprieve and a sundog trailing behind

There’s a rainbow over Savannah I’ll walk River Street tonight

To the waving girl lets give this a whirl And hoist the truth up into light

He only told you, you couldn’t hear

He could only hold you, your fate was never clear

But your love was a work of art, oh

He’d meet you at the Inn on the corner

And that place up over the store

And he’d make you feel all jangly

Like you never ever loved before

So you waited and you waited and you waited

The sundog flared

And the day was dark as a Georgia night

The day you joined the renaissance fair

You had to run learn how to breathe

You fit right in that land of make believe

Selling feathers from a purple cart.oh

Eternal fans are spinning, eternal tides keep crashing in

Brown backed boys are swimming out to catch the waves rolling in

I’ll sit on this dock and wait for a dolphin or a manatee

I turn around and there he is that sundog watching me

You follow me. Your voice is very clear

All these years later your always there

In the quiet part of my heart

Left my house to solitude to fly down 95 

Lucky me cement road reprieve 

And a sun dog trailing behind