Re-released by Blue Flute Music December 1, 2016
Remastered for fuller audio
Produced by Mark Dann & Rod MacDonald at Mark Dann Recording, NYC Words & Music ©1999 Blue Flute Music (ASCAP) Additional Recording at Voiceworks, W Palm Beach, FL With Production Assistance from Solstice Records & Productions
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Seven Days No Problem Best Defense Days Of Rain Here's A Song For You Tough Life 6 Strings & A Hole Big & Round The Aucilla River Song Deep Down In The Everglades Lightning Over The Sea Into The Blue Fear Sun Dancer The Cure For Insomnia Available on Gadfly Records (US) and Brambus Records (Switzerland) for addresses see main page
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Musicians & Singers: Evi & Gin Weintraub--harmony vocals Tracy Sands--harmony vocals Bradley Ditto--acoustic guitar and harmony vocals Bob Noble--piano, organ, keyboards Michael Moses--frame drum, clay pot, shakers, triangle, gourd and kalimba Ric Pattison--congas Mark Dann--bass and drums Allan Aunapu--acoustic guitar Bill Walach--mandolin Rod MacDonald--ankle bracelet, kalimba, harmonica, acoustic guitar and vocals Produced by Mark Dann & Rod MacDonald Recorded, mixed and mastered at World Studio, New York, NY 10013 Additional recording and mixing at Voiceworks, West Palm Beach, FL 33407 Additional Recording at Echo Beach, Jupiter, FL Graphics assistance and web site design by Parallax Productions, West Palm Beach, FL Front cover & back cover photos by Bradley Ditto and Rod MacDonald Production assistance by Solstice Records & Productions firstname.lastname@example.org all words & music by Rod MacDonald ©1999 Blue Flute Music (ASCAP) Web site information: www.parallaxpro.com/rod/ Seven Days Mark Dann--bass Bradley Ditto--slide guitar Evi & Gin Weintraub--harmony vocals Rod MacDonald--harmonica, acoustic guitar and vocal ©1998, 1999 Rod MacDonald/Blue Flute Music (ASCAP) Seven days, gonna see my baby Seven days, gonna see my girl Seven days, gonna ride that airplane Seven days, all round the world Seven days, I will be working Seven days, I will be here Seven days, I will imagine Seven days, you waiting there Seven days, it takes a letter Seven days, the telephone Seven days, is so much better Seven days, than being alone Seven days, seems like forever Seven days, when we're apart like this Seven days, a hundred sixty-eight hours Seven days, until we kiss Seven days, a lot can happen Seven days, Lord made the world Seven days, I'll make a living Seven days, til I see my girl Seven days, seems like forever Seven days, til I'm with my wife Seven days, til I start living Seven days, the quiet life No Problem Ric Pattison--congas Mark Dann--acoustic bass Rod MacDonald--kalimba, harmonica, acoustic guitar and vocal © 1998, 1999 Rod MacDonald/Blue Flute Music (ASCAP) Remember when life meant you were living some little apartment on some city street with the chicken factory across the courtyard you opened your windows in the summer heat now you go out shopping, you got to wear a sweater to go to the mall in a hundred-degree weather come home to your townhouse and your swimming pool lie around in the sun looking cool I have no problem with this I have no problem with this at all Remember when life meant hanging out on the street with the sound of the city pounding all night sitting on the park bench strumming to the beat til the skyscrapers faded out in the morning light now you drive the beach road for the moonlight ride with the jasmine surf flowing in on the tide come home to your parking space with the radio on sit in the courtyard til the stars are gone I have no problem with this I have no problem with this at all I was talking to my wife the other day wait a minute--when did I get a wife? she said "y'know, we don't change so much we just put on different clothing." I was looking 'round the house the other day wait a minute--when did we get a house? she said "y'know, it's gonna need some work if it's gonna be worth owning." Remember when life was in a book you read something you watched on television you neglected your body and fed your head trying to figure out what it was you were missing now you don't believe there could be anything too drastic that you can't fix with a little piece of plastic and you're gonna find the answer, you know you will but first you got to step outside and fire up the grill I have no problem with this I have no problem with this at all You must be where you belong or you won't be there very long I have no problem with this I have no problem with this at all Best Defense Mark Dann--bass and drums Bob Noble--piano, organ and keyboards Rod MacDonald--harmonica, acoustic guitar and vocal ©1997, 1999 Rod MacDonald/Blue Flute Music (ASCAP) In these strident times a quiet song can be the best defense just a simple melody can be a sacrament a single note resting on a silken thread can be all the difference between being alive or dead oh, but you have to be listening in this I yield to the Mona Lisa she doesn't shout she just stares out from behind her bulletproof glass I've got an old car lots of miles just won't go too fast I sit in the right lane watching all of you go past I may be late for my own funeral I may not make it there at all but at least it's paid off though it has no air conditioning in this I yield to Abraham Lincoln he'd never rush and he never blushes from behind his marble face I've been working in a factory that manufactures silence like pure water it's more and more in demand and it once was everywhere and now it's truly rare but you can buy us at the stock exchange for fifty bucks a share Now if you can't get to heaven there's always the web site you can get yourself two tickets to ride behind that comet there's just a few of us who know but hey, if you really want to go you can pre-order your own harp if you've got credit in this I yield to Crazy Horse he never died he's still fighting for his people up on that mountain Days Of Rain Ric Pattison--congas Mark Dann--acoustic bass and drums Bob Noble--organ and keyboards Evi & Gin Weintraub--harmony vocals Rod MacDonald--harmonica, acoustic guitar and vocals ©1997, 1999 Rod MacDonald/Blue Flute Music (ASCAP) Days of rain, when will it ever end she stares out the window at the blackened sky we watch the news of the passing hurricane radar pictures of some giant eye And the world looks very dark today she says might as well go back to bed again make some coffee, read the paper, watch the news on tv make love to the rythym of the rain make love to the rythym of the rain Millionaires in Congress passed another law tax breaks for all the millionaires and their sons the party with the money launched an investigation into where the other party gets its money from And the world looks very dark today she says might as well go back to bed again make some coffee, read the paper, turn the tv off make love to the rythym of the rain make love to the rythym of the rain Weatherman says it'll pass us by this time the storm won't hit us, we'll survive someone else on up the coast will have to dig out from the damage someone else will be on tv saying 'thank God we're alive' Days of rain, when will it ever end electricity's in very short supply lightless traffic signal swinging in the wind no one driving, the water's still too high And the world looks very dark today she said might as well go back to bed again light some candles, make some music, nothing much to do make love to the rythym of the rain make love to the rythym of the rain Here's A Song For You Ric Pattison--congas Mark Dann--bass and drums Bob Noble--organ and keyboards Evi & Gin Weintraub--harmony vocals Rod MacDonald--harmonica, acoustic guitar and vocals ©1997, 1999 Rod MacDonald/Blue Flute Music (ASCAP) Here's a song for you, doesn't say anything just a melody and some words to sing I wouldn't presume to say what you're feeling on your special day Here's a song for you just to say it's grand seeing the two of you walking hand in hand I'll blow a kiss just to say may you always feel this way (bridge) And may your love pull you through in all the things that you do for you've already seen how much better all that you do is, when you do it together As for free advice, I've none to give you But I want to share something intimate with you Each of us here is blessed just to share in your happiness (repeat bridge) Here's a song for you, let's make a video turn the lights down low so no one else will know it's only a song, it's true and you'll have to share it between you two so give us a kiss, please do 'cause it's only a song but it's a song for you It's A Tough Life Ric Pattison--congas Mark Dann--bass and drums Bob Noble--keyboards Tracy Sands--harmony vocal Rod MacDonald--kalimba, harmonica, acoustic guitar and vocal ©1996, 1999 Rod MacDonald/Blue Flute Music (ASCAP) Here in Florida we know what life is worth we watch the weather channel, see what's going on up north then we call up some old friend say "Charlie, I see it's snowing again; Me, I'm sitting in my underwear on the porch." It's a tough life somehow we make it through making sure that ocean is still blue and that warm breeze blows at night and that sun still shines it's light I don't know how we do it, but we do it's a tough life, somehow we make it through I went up north to have a look around it was five below zero in that rusty town I took a plane back the same week I made it directly to the beach I was in that water before the sun went down Sure the tourists, they do clog up the roads and once a year I gotta put on those hurricane boards but if the wind don't blow us away and those tourists don't all decide to stay I think we're gonna make this place our home. Six Strings & A Hole Big & Round Rod MacDonald--acoustic guitar and vocal ©1997, 1999 Rod MacDonald/Blue Flute Music (ASCAP) Went to a concert the other night big old band, laser lights girl singers in tight skirts in a row Eight semis with generators a dozen cops all wearing heaters several number one hits in the show I went home and sat in the dark took out my old guitar 'cause that's my favorite sound sat staring at the moon just picking on this tune six strings and a hole big and round You might call me a cliche but who cares what you say you weren't there when this was goin' on And I admit it got me thinking I could easily be out drinking with some good friends I have found But you can't play this on the piano you can't blow this on the slide trombone let me hear this melody on your drum machine, give me six strings and a hole big and round I know a guy in software design he's online all the time just trying to duplicate this sound But it will never sound as clean as my old wood machine six strings and a hole big and round So all you people out there in the dark picking on those old guitars just remember, you are not alone 'Cause somewhere you never knew there's somebody just like you with six strings and a hole big and round Aucilla River Song Ric Pattison--congas Mark Dann--bass and drums Rod MacDonald--acoustic guitar and vocal ©1996, 1999 Rod MacDonald/Blue Flute Music (ASCAP) In the long history of Florida let's go back 12,000 years when the land was roamed by mastodons mammoths and short-faced bears the sea was 100 feet lower then the coast 70 miles further out survival depended on finding fresh water for the first few people coming south (chorus) and the Aucilla River flowed under the ground in its own world of limestone and sand you could almost believe it was hiding hiding from human hands the bisons, the horses, the camels moved on the sabre-tooth cats all died along with the glyptodonts and the giant ground sloths when the first few humans arrived for the only fresh water was in limestone holes and ravines deep in the ground and the human beings with their sharp-tipped spears were always hanging around the land grew warmer, the waters rose the ice age came to an end rivers flowed over the limestone holes warm was the winter rain everything that survived adapted the river of grass was born mosquitos and gators found it to be an excellent hunting ground twelve thousand years later, what have we learned the sabre-tooth cats are gone blue herons, chameleons and plastic flamingoes are drinking at the country club pond development harvests the river of grass to create more suburban homes whole species of life are dying of thirst as we water our beautiful lawns Deep Down In The Everglades Mark Dann--bass and drums Bob Noble--piano, organ and keyboards Tracy Sands--harmony vocal Bradley Ditto--acoustic guitar and harmony vocal Ric Pattison--congas Rod MacDonald--harmonica, acoustic guitar and vocals ©1996, 1999 Rod MacDonald/Blue Flute Music (ASCAP) A plane went down in the Everglades disappeared without a trace just a few pieces of metal left around the people in the seats, the luggage in the bays the carry-on bags and the beverage trays all vanished deep into that swampy ground. The park rangers built a special street so they could go out and search the debris but everyone was believed to be lost by the time they arrived that plane had gone no one even knew how far it had sunken down all they could find was a little black box (chorus) When a plane goes down the whole world watches the whole world says "How fragile is that thread of life we weave our fabric on" Yeah, but deep down in the Everglades we can only stare at the space where an airliner from the great sky went down, rested for a moment and was gone. The media did their job all right they had a twenty-four hour crew at the site they even interviewed the guy who missed the plane somebody invented a special suit so they could go down in pursuit in that primeval soup and get out the same The victims' families came there too, they said there was nothing else they could do but stand on that swampy ground and say goodby and in the halls of power and high finance they speculated on the chance that airline could win the lawsuits and survive. Lightning Over The Sea Ric Pattison--congas Mark Dann--bass and drums Bob Noble--organ and keyboards Tracy Sands--harmony vocal Rod MacDonald--kalimba, harmonica, acoustic guitar and vocals ©1997, 1999 Rod MacDonald/Blue Flute Music (ASCAP) The life he's been living is not what he expected so far from what he always thought were his dreams workin' in the bars, driving a beat-up car down in the southland, making the scene And at night he likes to go down and stand by the ocean watch all the lightning out over the sea lay down the situation, feel part of creation til the waves wash his feet clean of memories The life she's been living is not what she expected she always had the mountains outside the window but she loved herself a man, down in the southland and she wouldn't leave him, and he couldn't go And at night he likes to take her down to the ocean and watch all the lightning out over the sea there in the moonlight they hold each other tight til the waves wash their feet clean of memories And the loved ones you've known and the place where you've grown up stay in your memory while the rest fades away but new friends will come and new dreams will turn up still you cling to each other at the end of the day Now there's plastic flamingos growing in the garden and it's either that sunlight or two feet of rain but they still run hand in hand into the breakers and walk on the sand just before hurricanes And at night they like to go and stand by the ocean (etc.) Into The Blue Allan Aunapu--acoustic guitar Tracy Sands--harmony vocals Bradley Ditto--acoustic guitar Ric Pattison--congas Mark Dann--bass Rod MacDonald--acoustic guitar and vocals ©1996, 1999 Rod MacDonald/Blue Flute Music (ASCAP) Got me a Cessna with a single propeller I keep it at the airport right down the street I bought my house right next to the airfield so I can go flying whenever I please 'Cause you gotta keep up on it, there's so much to remember anyway, there's nothing I'd rather do than open the throttle and lift off the runway up through the clouds, into the blue. Now some guys are flying for big-time airlines they spend lots of hours in the pilots' lounge they got perfect haircuts, real good looking uniforms they're flying thousands of people around Me I can take any three of you with me you can leave the window open if you want to and we'll all be in Key West by sunset up through the clouds, into the blue. It's a night landing, we're coming in for a niner look at those lights down there on the ground two reds means we're too low, one white, now that's better, we're all alone here, there's no one around no one around no one around So attention all traffic, we're clear for departure if you listen you can hear the propeller say fasten those seat belts and that shoulder harness a couple of seconds and we're on our way Look at those cars lined up down there on that highway where they're all going, I never knew but I'll tip my wings and I'm taking you with me up through the clouds, into the blue. Fear Rod MacDonald--acoustic guitar and vocal Mark Dann--bass ©1997, 1999 Rod MacDonald/Blue Flute Music (ASCAP) I live in a country with the greatest military in the history of the world why then am I so afraid? afraid for the starving children who need my contribution when it's three o'clock in the morning and I'm watching my television Afraid for my loved ones afraid they'll leave me alone afraid there's no heaven and hell's on the phone Afraid for my job, I'll wake up and it's gone afraid of my neighbors, and of the cops in town In fact, if you gave me a chance I'd be afraid of everyone different than me I'd be afraid I'm not afraid enough but I'm afraid that to be so afraid misses the point, you see: I live in a country with the greatest military in the history of the world; why can't they protect me? Sundancer Mark Dann--bass Bob Noble--strings and keyboards Michael Moses--frame drum, clay pot, shaker and kalimba Rod MacDonald--ankle bracelets, acoustic guitar and vocal ©1987, 1999 Rod MacDonald/Blue Flute Music (ASCAP) From the dark of the earth you come, to the depths of the earth you go for all of your travelling there's one thing for certain you know from the moment you're born to the moment you die takes no longer to pass through time than the twinkling of an eye Wake up Sun Dancer feel the warmth of the sun in all of the many around you you are the one wake up Sun dancer your time has come and know that in this great hour you are not alone Feel the wing of the bird in your hand, feel the breath of the wind in your feet every movement you make speaks to the heart of me As you trace the directionless sky, as you as you step to the unnumbered beat know that your are the Creator of everything you see Oh my father the sun my mother, the earth with our prayers and our souls and our bodies we come seeking rebirth into a world of peace now I can hear it call and a hundred and forty-four thousand shall dance for us all Oh let the sun beat down on my weary eyes I've no use for these tears anymore, I've come to bid them goodby tell the cities and the towns this prayer before I fly in this great land I was born and for all countries I cry Wake up Sun Dancer feel the flowing of the sun for so long you've been just a dream now you are the one wake up Sun Dancer your time has come and know that in this time of living, this lifetime you are not alone The Cure For Insomnia (instrumental) Michael Moses--gourd, marimba, triangle Rod MacDonald--kalimba Bill Walach--mandolin ©1999 Rod MacDonald (Blue Flute Music-ASCAP)
My thanks to Allan & Christina for the plane rides; Paul & Alice for the dinners, tours and time off; Mark, Lisa & Sarah for being fun to hang with; Mitch Cantor for giving me a deadline; Dewey Engstrom & Martin Gauthier for being there; Chad at Echo Beach for the copies; Annalies, Josef, Gaby, Andy, Martin, Manuela and Fabian for the conga lines, birthday parties and other fun stuff; Peter Galway, Ray Micek, and Lisa Gutkin for the advice I took; Thom for the advice I didn't; Bradley & Sonny for the photo shoot; Renzo, Renzo & Claudio for hitchiking with me; Mike (Total Freedom) & Mark (Sing Out!) for the mags; Wolfgang, Gaby, Paddy, John & Rita, Maria & Kevin, Uli, Helmut, Peggo and Steve for the tours; Dale, Ken and the Florida Folk Festival campfires for the Florida songs; Craig & Gail Harris for asking me to write a song for their wedding; Jack & Patty for the kalimba; Hermetta, John & Greg for really listening; Gary, Jeri, Tim, Lori, Gary, Diane, Norma, Terry, Arthur, Kris, Leslie, Graeme, Jim & Jill for Scotland & the "I'm OK You're UK tour"; Max & Hank for the gardening lessons; Ron & Bari, Marie, Peggy, Robbie, Bill, Dave, Jean & Bill, Mike at WLRN, WMNFers and all the FOFFers and Broward Folk Club folks; Rolly for the guitar lessons; Paddy Mac's & the Coffee Gallery Cafe for keepin' the hood lively; Aunt Lorraine for the love songs; the Mirror Lakes for the swinging lunch; Nicole for taking the plunge, and parents Harold & Joan, Laurie & Jim, Larry & Tracy, friends, fans, listeners, singers, pickers, writers, chefs, bartenders, djs, organizers, promoters, hustlers and wedding guests who inspired me to write and record these songs...