Arrow Creek

Steve Madewell
0000-00-00

Story

There are so many things that happened in a very brief period of time, it would be hard to relate them all in earnest. Let's just say someone asked me to forgive them for something that happened 30 years ago, while some one else was talking about how crazy we were "back then". I was doing a lot of travel at that time and I was amazed at how in a brief period there were suddenly military people walking around the airports carring guns.... and people seem to think we still have God on our side.

Lyrics

All the places that I have been to Singing all the songs that I have sung I never thought that in my life time This what we would become Who's that looking in the mirror Weren't we the ones just having fun Now we hide all that we lived through Can you see what we have become Bridge Can you say we were too crazy And we used up our children’s fun We'll protect them from our past vices Can you see what we've become I was raised on Christian virtues And was taught that greed was bad To never seek out confrontation Be content with what we had Bridge Are you asking for forgiveness for some wrong we might have done If you pray will it all go away Can you see what we=ve have become So we drive away our children's future In our all terrain machines no regard for the landscape Just short term economy Bridge This aint no third world country This is town where I come from With armed guards and body scanners Can you see what we have become What about all those anthems All the ones we used to sing Years ago but does it matter I guess it doesn't much to me Bridge Have things been so easy That we've forgotten where we are from Was so long ago we've lost touch and this is what we have become All the places that I have been to all the songs that I have sung I can't believe that in my life time This what we have become.
Steve Madewell
2005-09-08

Story

I have never climbed a mountain other that my own little mountains of life's challenges. The crazy thing about this tune is the day after I wrote it, there was a big story about mnt climbers on Eversest who had walked by people in distress leaving them to die. The song for me is a metaphor about life and how in some moments we really are a step away from an event that can bring irresolvable changes to us and those around us. Caroline Quine is singing with me. Bill Watson is playing upright bass. Billy Lestock is playing slide octave mandolin.

Lyrics

One mis-placed step and so begins a deadly slide Some thoughts should remain unspoken So much power in a word a careless bullet on its way Shot out like some empty slogan When so much can be lost Who holds tight to the belay Some thoughts should remain un spoken An avalanche of emotion Falling down this mountain side Is there no time to recover Trusting in your partner Who’s trusting in your skill It’s one person tied to another. If we leave the chosen route will a passage be revealed No certainty in what maybe found But a course must be chosen with nerves hard as nickeled steel Perhaps it’s best it no one makes a sound We begin this last ascent, begin this final climb No one speaks of the dangers of falling Who may go on and who get’s left behind Maybe it’s all just Devine calling Talk can come so easy When prices are so high Spirits lifted up dashed down and broken Out here on this ledge time to make this final climb Some words should not be spoken Perhaps I should tell you exactly how I feel But the words catch in my throat as I’m choking Out here on this ledge let’s hold on to this intrigue And leave some words unspoken
Steve Madewell
0000-00-00

Story

I met a really interesting person at WEstern College of Miami Univesity, Ron Barcal. Ron and I used to go walking in the night through the woods with out a light. I learned to enjoy that and feel comfortable in submerging myself in the world in a different way, and sensing things differently. Surrendering to the darkness and trusting different senses to get me back home. I agonized over the recording of this song. Everything I did made it sound just way to emotionless. The version that is on Arrow Creek was recorded at about 3 in the morning when I was just about exhausted. I wanted to send a version it to Caroline and I didn't like anyting that I had, so I fired up the recorded and put this down, transferred the file and emailed it to Colorado. The next day she sent me a wonderful assessment of the song. I cued it up and played it back and was amazed at waht the version I had recorded.

Lyrics

I walk this road alone at night not knowing where I=ll go to find the piece of mind I seek A place I used to know Where the promise of the rising sun still burned with the sunsets glow I walk this lonesome road at night looking for what I let go And the many turns I have chose to take still haunt me in my sleep the footfalls of my restless feet still echo in my dreams I can=t recall their wondering and relive where they could have been I can only hope to walk along until I=m back where I began Somehow this song has burned it=s tune Deep inside my brain As I walk along with out a light down this tar chipped lane The melody I hum again like a sweet gospel refrain and I will travel on tonight Until I=m back where I began The memory still haunts me dear each time I relive that scene I have to find some way to move beyond where I have been Yes I have to find some way to move beyond just where I am
Steve Madewell
2007-09-06

Story

I started out to write a parody blues tune and it just kept creeping closer and closer to home.

Lyrics

I'm wound too tight I can't help it none Takes a whole lot of work for me to have any fun There is nothing no one is gonna do I got those wound up too tight blues I make a whole lotta money or so they say, Credit cards and the bank, they take it right away Buying things I'll never use I got those wound up to tight blues I got a big ol house with a big ol yard And it looks real nice cause Lord I work real hard Doing things I hate to do I got those wound up to tight blues Well I called on the preacher To see if he could help me some Cause I heard him on the TV Say there is peace for everyone I ask him to pray for me And make me alright He said send a couple hundred bucks I would feel less uptight. Oh I am wound too tight Oh yes I am wound too tight Oh Lord I'm wound too tight Oh yes I am wound too tight Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoo I got those wound up too tight blues I got three or four kids And I raised them right Made damn sure they are all up tight Just like me through and through I got those wound up to tight blues I love this country Where every body is free And everybody can be just like me In this land of the red white and blue I got those wond up too tight blues In the land of the red blue and white I believe we are just wound Yes I think we are just wound I know we're all just wound up too tight.
Steve Madewell
0000-00-00

Story

I wrote this song as a tribute to a visit I made to my friend Bob Hollister's place outside of Billings. I was on the road for a work trip and stopped at Bobby's on the way back from Reno. I was so jazzed up from being in Reno that I was nearly quaking when I got to Bob's. I don't care for casinos. Bob lives off the grid, and has worked hard to minimize his impact on the planet. We camped out somewhat near a place where God might have lost his shoes called Zortman. It is nearly next to nowhere. Ironically Zortman is called out in the recent book about environment tragedy called Collapse. We had a blast.

Lyrics

The Big Sky is all fogged in with a sweet rain falling down If I don’t have all that I need we can run to Tiger Town Your summer time has been hot and dry but that will change this week We really have nowhere to go We’re nestled down on Arrow Creek I'm mighty glad to just be here Watch the seasons change with the year There aint nowhere I'd rather be Nestled right down on Arrow Creek You got your crops all in and I just grin at the kindness from the ground We can take a walk let me clear my thoughts Watch your windmill spinning round You don't mind if the sun don't shine As long as the wind still blows Throw some wood in the stove And I won't care if this cool rain turns to snow I'm mighty glad to just be here sit back watch the seasons change in the year There aint no where I'd rather be Nestled down right here on Arrow Creek Well tomorrow we can drive up north take a two track to the lake Meet your friends take the sage lands in See what the birds can take Oh yeah Maybe I can catch a fish or two Sing some songs by the fire Me and you With the Coyotes on the hillside joining in You know I'm going to hate to see this end The cross road called Zortman Aint no kind of town To lay up with a big storm blowing down There aint nowhere I’d rather be We better head back down south to Arrow Creek Nestle right back down on Arrow Creek Wash away my blues at Arrow Creek Goin down down down on Arrow Creek Calm myself back down at Arrow Creek
Steve Madewell
0000-00-00

Story

I wrote this song while putting together a performance for a Western College of Miami Universisty reunion party. At this time I was beginning to write songs agian. I took the back roads on the drive down to a rehearsal in Dayton and was so inspired by the landscape. I wonder if the muses would still be there for me.

Lyrics

See that tree at the end of the lane What I thought was gone has come home again On a summer day with a lonesome wind I said good bye to a life long friend To move on And the dream was were gone It was gone I left with her so long ago For reasons now I still don’t know Pulled me on a path I'd go like a slow motion movie show It went on, on and on But this small town still looks the same I can't believe I'm here again As I look down this tree lined lane I can't help but wonder if you are home Clear stars on a moonless night With no one there but you and I With the Milky Way hanging in that sky I looked back so many times Alone All Alone But this small town still looks the same and I can see your face again I look down this tree lined lane I can’t help but wonder if you are home Dirt devil in a Miami wind Some how's brought me here again to a town full of the ghosts of friends A different life that might have been with you What could I do But the spirits here hold me dear And I still think of you It was a precious piece of time and a young love so true What made me walk away and leave it all behind Some time. I wished I knew
Steve Madewell
0000-00-00

Lyrics

There is an little place down on the water front That's been there for a hundred years No one knows who comes and goes and no one seems to care It's the perfect place for a rendezvous nearly any time of day Darlin meet me in St Louis, I believe it's about half way It's across the street from the metro stop It's down by the river walk The lights are low and the wood is dark It's the perfect place to talk And when our time is up and it''s time to go We can head our separate ways Baby meet me in St Louis I believe it's about half way Meet me in St Louis even for a very short time We can talk a walk through the gate way park and maybe it will ease my mind We can talk all through the afternoon until the is nothing left to say Won't you meet me in St. Louis I believe it's about half way It's the circumstance of everything that=s lead us here today Please meet me in St louis I believ it's about half way Won't you meet me in St louis I believe it's about half way.
Steve Madewell
0000-00-00

Story

I wrote this the night before MJ returned from a trip to the islands

Lyrics

A week never seemed like a long time before But the minutes string on through the day It=s not like I didn=t think I wouldn=t miss you any more But it=s been so long since you=ve been away This daily grind sure wears me down As the sun moves across this winter sky I=ve been pacing the floor and watching the clock Tomorrow night you=ll be by my side I hope it=s been lovely the places that you=ve been Mountains orchids beaches and tides And I want to hear the stories of all the things you=ve seen But most of all I want you here by my side I hope that the trade winds blow you safely home tonight From out there on that southern sea I just want to hold you deep in my arms Welcome you back home here with me Instrumental This daily grind sure wears me down As the sun moves across this winter sky I=ve been pacing the floor and watching the clock Tomorrow night you=ll be by my side I hope that the trade winds blow you safely home tonight From out there on that southern sea I just want to hold you deep in my arms Welcome you back home here with me Your homecoming is but hours away As the sun slowly moves across this sky I=ll keep pacing the floor and watching the clock. Until I welcome you here by my side
Steve Madewell
0000-00-00

Story

It's all in the song.

Lyrics

The telephone rang in the middle of the night And I jumped up out of bed

All the things that could be wrong Rushed into my head

A strange voice in the darkness Asked if it was me As I strained to hear a familiar tone

Who could this be?

Suddenly I heard your voice A voice that I once knew

From a long time back When a memory was made by me and you

I stepped outside so I could talk and find some privacy

When a thousands lights all flashed at once like I was in a dream

Chorus All lights around me Going out then reappearing

Were not so different than the voice that I was hearing

Are you still lighting up for me?

Fireflies on the hillsides And floating under the trees

Lit the thick hot summer air Like a phosphorescent sea

Each light shining to show the way

To bring a true love home

Flashing bright in a dark hot night Trying not to be alone

Chorus

All lights around me Going out then reappearing Were really not so different than the voice that I am hearing

Are you still lighting up for me.

We can't go back to a time that's past

Love can be so fleeting And bridges burned and lessons learned

Maybe this all had no meaning

But something I can give to you is the voice that you are hearing

Time and time and time again It's a small gift that I am giving

Of all those flashing lights that shown Yours was bright and searing

A bright hot light in a cold dark night But the light kept disappearing

Are you still lighting up for me?

Steve Madewell
0000-00-00

Story

I actually started working on this tune after walking in from the barn in a driving late november rain. I had jsut been talking with Bob Hollister about the drought in Montana. The next day one of the fellow I work with was severly injured, and later that week I heard about a couple I went to school with splitting up. It all just happened.

Lyrics

People tend to go through life Like they are living in a dream They take each day for granted Like it doesn=t mean a thing One day something happens and they=re taken by surprise In the blink of an eye it can all pass by In the Blink of an eye your life can rearrange In the blink of an eye it may never be the same There aint no need for holding back Things are lost and things are gained It can all pass by In the blink of an eye My friend married his true love early on in life he came home at lunch one day just to see his bride She was in the neighbors arms when the door swung open wide In the blink of an eye it all passed by Chrous Big Tom was a good old boy who always worked outside One day on the loading dock as Tommy went walking by A metal shelf came crashing down and damn near took his life In the blink of an eye it all passed by Chrous All the studies tell us this old climates bound to change Everyday we go outside and think its all the same But once we cross that tipping point and the flood gates open wide In the blink of an eye it could all pass by Chrous
Steve Madewell
0000-00-00

Story

I was coming back from a conference hosted by the WHite House on conservation, and was sitting in the air port watching the television accounts of Katrina. Due to a number of events, I had also had to cancell a series of recording sessions I had scheduled for this project. I really didn't know if I would get back into the project.

Lyrics

And the skies turned gray And the rain fell down It swept your heart away All my feelings drown And what was lost Who could ever say When the rains came down The week the Skies turned gray I thought I knew what I had found Had been misplaced When we lay it down Years ago I thought is safe to say We’d start again, and then the skies turned gray I reached out we were far apart You reached back And it stirred my heart With hopes and dreams We’d sing again some day But the rains came down The week the skies turned gray I heard you sing than sweet harmony The haunting sound of your voice with me As we danced the dance we once stepped and swayed We’d start again, then the skies turned gray Chorus And the skies turned gray And the rain fell down It swept your heart away All my feelings drown And what was lost Who could ever say When the rains came down Then the sky turned gray I never knew It would break my heart Like the autumn leaves Blowing across the yard We were pushed our separate way When the Rain came down And the sky turned gray Chorus And the skies turned gray And the rain fell down It swept your heart away All my feelings drown And what was lost Who could ever say When the rains came down The week the Skies turned gray I wish you love in your full life And I know that you Wish me the best in mine But I still hear you As I sing and play Like I did the week before the sky turned gray Chorus
Steve Madewell
0000-00-00

Story

There is quite a story behind this song. I wrote it on a plane flying back from Montana. While it is in a male female contex that is not the relationship that drove the idea. However I have had the pleasure of recieving many hand made gifts, and I think there is such power and reassurance in such a gift. They can give you introspection on the past and hope for the future. And these things are so important to any relationship that is challenged.

Lyrics

I recall time we were best of friends And no one bothered to keep score No it seems that every step is a struggle up the hill And I don=t know if it=s worth it any more So I took this walk to let my thought wonder once again And picked up the sweater I left on the floor Hoping it would keep me from this cold December wind And the shadow that has fallen across our door Wrapped inside your love In a sweater that you made me Wrapped inside your love Safe from this winter wind Wrapped inside your love bound up in all these fibers now I feel your touch again Maybe we can find a place where we can laugh again And there are no reasons left to fight Maybe when you realize that I'm not always wrong And I realize that I=m not always right Wrapped inside your love In a sweater that you made me Wrapped inside your love A treasure from the past Wrapped inside your love It's such a precious feeling now I hope it lasts Stories of the heart I lived with you Stories from the Heart You shared them too After all the love That we=ve lived through These stories of the heart They must be true
Steve Madewell
0000-00-00

Story

WE are loosing farm land across the world in an amazing rate, and we are also loosing a way or life associated with any connectivity to the land. The story of Chief Logan gave me an interesting back drop to play out yet another loss of a culture. I wrote the song sitting in the lobby of the office of Director of the ODNR while waiting for a job interview.

Lyrics

To him it wasn=t any thing Just a house with empty fields an old barn with a rusty truck inside What he saw was opportunity and 100 brand new homes and every one had lots of dollar signs It had been nearly four months since he had closed the deal and every thing was going fine you see The old farmer he had told him That Chief Logan walked this land Crying AWho will weep for me?@ He didn=t see the old rope swing still hanging from that limb and he didn=t hear the sounds the shade trees made When the leaves danced with the cold west wind coming cross those open fields On the porch he didn=t see the flint chipped blade In the days of the black swamp Chief Logan promised peace in the shadows the great old elm tree made That promise had been broken when they killed his family He cried Who will weep for me? The old man who had lived there had worked hard all his life Two miles down the road you=ll find his grave he=s next to his father who=s next to his grandpa, and all the kin who died along the way It=s a shame just to sit here and think about their lives no one in the family left to stay Last night in the moon light I thought I saw his wife standing on the porch in a cotton dress she made They say that he just went crazy when the deal was finally done There was nothing noone could do or say And when they drained that quarter section and hauled those black oaks off They might as well have laid him in his grave I wouldn=t want to live there no matter what the price or no matter how fine the house might be. I=m sure that the old farmer has Chief Logan by his side Crying AWho will weep for me?@
Steve Madewell
0000-00-00

Story

I came home for lunch on the day we invaded Iraq. I had noticed the smog cloud staining the blue sky above Lake Erie driving home. I turned on the Television and was watching the accounts of the attack. Like many people many people I couldn't force myself to believe that this action wasn't primarily about oil and our desire to perpetuale our lifestyle. I had already read enough to recognize that there were no links to Bin Laden, and that inteligence was marginal about WMDs. I didn't want to write this song.

Lyrics

I am looking out of a room of windows At a blue sky and snow covered ground I have no idea where this all is going But it=s clear something big is going down I try to catch the spirit of the moment and try to get my thoughts down on this page Maybe I can find some re assurance We=re not driven just by greed and fear and hate driven by greed and fear and hate Chorus I have no idea where we will be tomorrow or even at the end of the day As a smog cloud drifts out from the city And streaks the clear blue sky with a yellow haze I gaze into to a screen that shows the future and shows a re creation of the past Depending on who will tell the story and I wonder just how long the truth will last I have no idea where we will be tomorrow or even what we=re doing this for As the rockets flare across the heavens The beginning of bigger desert storm I would like to stop what we are doing But something keeps pushing us on and on We tremble at the rush of it=s power We=ll go on and on and on and on and on We=ll drive on and on until it=s finally gone Chorus I have no idea where we will be tomorrow or even what we=re doing this for As the rockets they flare across the heavens The beginning of bigger desert storm And I >ve no idea where we=ll be tomorrow or even at the end of the day with all eyes turned east toward heaven A horizon that is choked with a is fouled with a yellow haze Driven just to make this yellow haze We=re Driven

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