Sunday, February 7, 2010

My new cd, "Yonder Shore" is now available! The CD release party is Saturday June 12, 2010. Details below. The Lyrics and Liner notes are here too...

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The festivities will begin with Jimbo's musical clown show at 11 am Saturday June 12, 2010 in San Francisco at the West Portal Library 190 Lenox Way, featuring accordion music from around the world, juggling, hat tricks, skits & antics. The cd release party will follow and feature the new songs, some favorites and some musical guests. Hope to see you!
415-355-5791



To order a copy send a check
or money order for $15.00 to
Jim Murdoch
PO Box 460594
San Francisco CA 94146




Yonder Shore Jim Murdoch © 2010
produced by Jim Murdoch, Lee Parvin and John Alevizakis
recorded with Lee Parvin at Parvin Studios, Pacifica,
California and recorded and mixed with John Alevizakis at Little Buddha Studio in San Rafael, California.

You can listen to the songs here at the music section

Thank you to Diane Roby for the cover artwork....
and thank you to all my friends for your help and encouragement

this music is dedicated to Anita


1
Come along words & music jim murdoch © 2007

The music & lyrics for this song came about after I was playing the dulcimer &
harmonica for a patient in the intensive care unit at the UCSF Cancer
Center.

A day will arrive
filled with surprise
a stranger at your door
come along, come along, come along

You've met before
It's been a while
Since you've enjoyed your own company
come along, come along, come along

The stranger you've missed
the lips that have kissed
a love that was your own
a time when once again

We give back our heart
come along, come along,
to the stranger we knew
who taught us their song
the love that is our own
come along, come along, come along

A day will arrive
filled with surprise
a stranger at your door
come along, come along, come along

Lee Parvin, harmony vocal & B3 organ, Jim, guitar, accordion & vocal.


2
The Heart & The Feather words & music jim murdoch © 2008

In Egyptian mythology when a person dies their heart is weighed on a
balance scale with a feather. If the heart is heavier, the person is
consumed by a hungry monster. If the heart is lighter than the
feather they are eligible for spiritual life. The outcome is recorded
by the sacred bird Ibis, a reincarnation of Thoth.

There have been clowns since before the sands of time
Balance, healing, laughter, All tasks at hand sublime
A scene unfolds in Egypt, Someone there has died
On a wall in King Tut’s tomb, The day of judgement has arrived

Bring out the scale, Bring out the feather
Place the heart and weigh them both together

Heart and feather, spirit, mind,
One will rise and float away
Heavy will descend,
Our lessons now transparent
We no longer can pretend

The heart or the feather which will drift up lighter ?
Release the joy and float away Or clinging ever tighter ?

The priest and family friends all witness this tumult
Ibis, clown bird seated is recording the result
In ink with quill on scroll, to err, no possibility
Ibis smiles, “my wings now bear this big responsibility !”

Ibis flew from Egypt and soon arrived in Greece
He became his brother Hermes and decided he could preach
with Trickster’s means the lessons he would teach

When anger, greed and fear occupy our days
Through laughter, tears then satire
he shows the error of our ways

The heart or the feather, which will drift up lighter ?
Release the joy and float away or clinging ever tighter ?

Hermes’ staff, his walking stick the symbol now of medicine
Two snakes the length entwine . . . no, not in strife
They are the chakras, wheels of energy,
All aspects of our life
A balanced view, growth in our community
We hear a plea, a cry for help, another opportunity
So the meaning of our heath is not a bunch of pills
to swallow hard with water, to simply pay the bills

The heart or the feather which will drift up lighter ?
Release the joy and float away Or clinging ever tighter ?

Atop his cane, from Herme's hat, wings of flight adorn,
Wings aloft for those in need, wings lifting the forlorn,
Day is done, the setting sun, all we strive to be
To walk our way to live our lives, with others in tranquility

Lee, harmony vocal, John Alevizakis, cumbus & frame drum, Carolena
Nericcio, zils, Jim, guitar & vocal.


3
Lovely Little Marley words & music jim murdoch © 2007
This is the story of a yellow canary, Marley. Being a singer, Marley
was believed to be a male and so a wife, Mahala was obtained, until
Marley laid several eggs. So then Melchior, a true Spanish Timbrado,
was brought into the family. Before long there were 12 canaries, and
the story does not end there ...

Lovely Little Marley,
munching seeds and barley,
hopping, skipping, jumping,
no place can she go

Lovely Little Marley,
a small canary yellow,
hopping, skipping, hopping
such a charismatic fellow

She welcomes daybreak’s light
with early morning tune
finches, wrens and sparrows
all bid ‘adieu’ the moon

She jumps from perch to swing,
black eyes tiny, bright
splash around, go for a swim
and sing with all her might;

This is my song
Oh, won’t you come along. . .
Psst. . . , hey. . . , open up my door
around the room I’ll soar

Let’s all join in the song
we’ll sing it all day long

and don’t you worry Jack,
I’ll always fly right back
and don’t you worry Jack,
I’ll always fly right back

she loves her seeds and barley
our lovely little Marley
and when she flys away,
we hope she don’t go far - ley

Lee, harmony vocal, B3 organ & drums, John, percussion, Melchior,
avian vocal, Jim, guitar, accordion & vocal.


4
Yonder Shore words & music jim murdoch © 2008

A man in his boat rowing by
puts down the oar and casts his line to tie

"Would you like to come away ?
Leave this land behind, your toils and strife
and sail with me across the sea
to the far off yonder shore?"

We'll arrive one day on a beautiful shore
In paradise at last, searching no more
A bounty so vast never seen before
In paradise at last, searching no more

We are sailing away to that beautiful shore
O'er the briny blue we are troubled no more,
Port, Starboard, Aft' and 'Fore,
Hoist up the sail, Pull hard your oar.

We'll arrive one day on a beautiful shore
In paradise at last, searching no more
A bounty so vast never seen before
In paradise at last, on yonder shore

Sailing away to that beautiful shore
O'er the briny blue we are troubled no more,
Port, Starboard, Aft' and 'Fore,
Hoist up the sail, Pull hard your oar.

We arrived one day on a beautiful shore
In paradise at last, searching no more
A bounty so vast never seen before
In paradise at last, searching no more

Look around, look around
No boat, no oar, no sea, no shore,
We ask, "we have sailed where ?"

Look around . . .
nothing has changed, we were already there

We arrived one day on a beautiful shore
In paradise at last searching no more

Look around, look around
No boat, no oar , no sea, no shore,
We ask, "we have sailed where ?"

Look around . . .
nothing has changed, we were already there

Look around . . . in paradise at last, searching no more
Look around . . . searching no more
In paradise . . . searching no more

Lee, harmony vocal & B3 organ, John, guitar, Jim, guitar, accordion & vocal.


5
La Reine De La Salle arrangement jim murdoch © 2009

La Reine De La Salle, The Queen of the Dance Hall, is a traditional
Acadian Ballad from the 17th century, before the Acadians arrived in
Louisiana from Nova Scotia. I learned this song and adapted it for
accordion from Les Blank's documentary of Cajun and Zydeco music,
"J'ai Ete Au Bal," "I Went to the Dance." La Reine De La Salle was
performed by Odile Falcon, one of the last singers of unaccompanied
Acadian ballads. She performed for family gatherings and made very
few recordings. In the documentary she sings the song seated at her
kitchen table. The lyrics are from the Arhoolie album liner notes
"J'ai Ete Au Bal," "I Went To The Dance," and are quoted with
permission.

Oh little doll, let's dance that beautiful polka,
you who dance so well,
you who are the queen of the hall,
you who are the queen of the hall,
the hall of Paul Royer.

Red striped dresses,
pink striped blouses,
and little elastic collars,
is what they wore,
the daughters of Neville Menard.

John, wooden spoons & acoustic bass, Jim, accordion.


6
I wonder..... words & music jim murdoch © 2007

dedicated to all our moms

Sun shining bright
Twinkling stars in the night . . .
Pillows of clouds floating by
A picnic on the sand
Walking hand in hand
Why has it been so long ?

Slate sky at twilight
Campfire warm and bright . . .
Coyotes are singing to the moon
I travel down the road
I’ll walk along and know
Where have you been so long

Where have you gone,
Why has it been so long,
When will i see you again?
No matter how I try
I simply can’t hide
This feeling deep in my heart

The years and time roll by
Now matter how I try . . .
My heart is filled with your gaze
Dark eyes caressing me
Shining pools of star
Where you have been so long

Where have you gone,
Why has it been so long,
When will I see you again?
No matter how I try
I simply can’t hide
This feeling deep in my heart

Blue rose light at dawn
Time for one more song . . .
Redwing blackbirds chirp along
Sailor’s coffee brewing
ready for to sail
Where have we been so long

There have we gone
Why has it been so long
When will I see you again?
No matter how I try
I simply can’t hide
This feeling deep in my heart

John, harmony vocal, bass & drums, Jim, guitar, harmonica & vocal.


7
La RuiseƱor, The Nightingale music jim murdoch © 2009

a solo piano piece inspired by the traditional flamenco form, 'soleares.'

Jim, piano.


8
The Lakes of Pontchartrain

This traditional song is set in Louisiana near New Orleans. Its
origins are pretty vague but seem to depict the plight of a
confederate soldier who is broke and stranded at the end of the Civil
War until he is taken in by a creole girl. Another possibility is the
song was brought back to Ireland by British and Irish soldiers
returning from the War of 1812.

It was on one fine March morning when I bid New Orleans 'adieu'
I was on the road to Jackson town my fortunes to renew
I cursed all foreign money no credit could I gain
which filled my heart with longing for the lakes of Pontchartrain

I sat on board a railway car beneath the morning sun
I rode the rails ‘til evening when I lay me down again
all strangers were no friend to me 'til a dark girl towards me came
and I fell in love with a creole girl on the lakes of Pontchartrain

I said, "my pretty creole girl, my money here's no good
If it weren't for the alligators I would sleep out in the woods.”
“You’re welcome here kind stranger our house is very plain
but we never turn a stranger out on the lakes of Pontchartrain."

She took me on to her mama's house and treated me right well
raven hair upon her shoulders jet black ringlets fell
to try to paint her beauty I'm sure would be in vain
so handsome was my creole girl on the lakes of Pontchartrain

I asked her would she marry me and she said that never would be
for she had got a lover and he was far at sea
she said that she would wait for him and faithful she remained
waiting for her sailor on the lakes of Pontchartrain

So fare thee well my bonny ol’ girl I may never see you no more
I won’t forget your kindness in that cottage by the shore
and at every social gathering a golden glass I'll drain
and drink all health to the creole girl on the lakes of Pontchartrain

Pili (Lyn 'Unihipiliowailelepualu Hilliard), Hawaiian slack key &
12 string guitars, Lee, harmony vocal & B3 organ, Jim, guitar, harmonica
& vocal.


9
Mother of Beauty words & music jim murdoch © 2009

inspired by Wallace Stevens' 'Sunday Morning.'

Morning coffee cup and saucer
kitchen table ocean view
sweet & dark, bitter rich
orange petals hold the dew

Beacon light guiding ships
ever turning night and day
jagged rocks & ‘tween the tides
sailors safely on their way

Mother of Beauty
daughter of pain
father of thunder
brother of rain

Feeling today
sadness tomorrow
father of change
brother of sorrow

Mother of ice
daughter of fire
father of dreams
child of desire

A row of geese, wings pump in time
along the current of the breeze
peak to trough a ribbon line
riding, bobbing, graceful ease

Mother of Beauty
moon on the wane
father of starlight
lover in pain

Rivers no sound
flow to the sea
swallows’ remembrance
song’s eternity

Towards the shore, sky crystal blue
gulls, gulls, white & grey
each a feather thousands, thousands
cavort & fish for one more day

Passion of loss
chaos of gain
what will endure
what will remain

Laughter and sunshine
morning birds sing
tears of the lonely
beauty of wing

Come to rest . . all come to rest
gulls squawking, pelicans still
wind offshore, the fish head north
on the tide the birds soon will

Spices of summer
cool evening trees
swallows will fly
red autumn leaves

Geese in the sky
no longer depend
berries of summer
wings now extend

Mother of death
fullfill our dreams
beauty of winter
all that it seems

John, synthesizer, Jim, piano, vocal & accordion.


10
L'Amour du Moi arrangement jim murdoch © 2009

Jim, piano

L'Amour du Moi is a traditional French Canadian song from the 16th
Century. It was recorded by Paul Robeson on an album, "Live
Performance at The Royal Albert Hall" in 1958 and later by Hank Jones
and Charlie Haden on their album, "Steal Away" in 1995.

Jim, piano


11
Dusk & Dawn words & music jim murdoch © 2008

Heliotropism? Actually Helios, the Greek sun god had a chariot which
was pulled by 4 horses: Pyrois, Eos, Aethon and Phlegon. In my
version, Dusk & Dawn offer us encouragement when we may not feel like
turning toward the light...

Sea cliff's lava, crumbling shale
melting back into the sea
West wind blowing, bending east
every shoreline tree

Sunflowers tall & bright
turning to face the light
Helios' chariot glides across the sky
Chariot is drawn by horses, Dusk & Dawn
Golden steeds ever bright

Summer sky dips to the west
Helios' chariot pulls the sun
Manes ablaze they light our way
until the day is done

Sunflowers tall & bright
turning to face the light
Helios' chariot glides across the sky
Chariot is drawn by horses, Dusk & Dawn
Flaming steeds ever bright

West wind howls with all its might
Leaves and canopies turn as one
growing true, a row so straight
no gardener could have done

Sunflowers tall & bright
turning to face the light
Helios' chariot glides across the sky
Chariot is drawn by horses, Dusk & Dawn
Golden steeds ever bright

Two weeks have nearly passed
Our gardener comes again to mow & cut the grass
Does the lawn cry out, heave a sigh,
"Oh no, he's here again. What is the use ?
Why should we even try ?"

Sunflowers tall & bright
turning to face the light
Helios' chariot glides across the sky
Chariot is drawn by horses, Dusk & Dawn
Flaming steeds ever bright

Sea cliff's lava, crumbling shale
melting back into the sea
West wind blowing, bending east
every shoreline tree

Sunflowers tall & bright
turning to face the light
Helios' chariot glides across the sky
Chariot is drawn by horses, Dusk & Dawn
Golden steeds ever bright

John, guitar, Lee, harmony vocal, B3 organ & glockenspiel, Jim,
guitar, accordion & vocal


12
Oh! Susanna, traditional (Stephen Foster)
Jim, guitar & vocal, Lee, harmony vocal.