all this talk of LIGHT and not despairing of this world reminds me of a song i wrote long ago, not far from here, just across the water. i wrote it while working as a counsellor at a ymca camp, and i was living in a cabin called waterfront II, whose foundation was so unsettled that there was not a right-angle or perpendicular wall or level floor to be found. you'd drop a marble and quickly it would roll out of sight.
it has a hard, driving percussive guitar rhythm behind it.
crooked shack
june 30, 1982, waterfront II, camp wa-sa-ah-bun
try to sleep straight in a crooked bed
alla your blood rushes to your head
try to live right in a crooked world
gotta fly your banner let it unfurl
try to sit straight in a crooked chair
where's the comfort gone you don't know where
try to do the best but the world don't care
gotta shine your light in that darksome lair
[bridge]
god knows i can't do this alone
can't do this thing on my own
gotta find a friend
to make it to the end
i live my life in a crooked shack
got crooked windows front and back
but out in the distance i see a level land
there lies a home for woman and man
© 1982 peter ladage
3 comments:
I remember that crooked shack and that crooked chair and that crooked beach.
Hope you are well Peter.
Peter S.
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Jane T .....Cit '78
I lived in that cabin overlooking the bay. You left your harmonica behind in that crooked cabin. I taught myself to play. I composed my first song in that crooked cabin. That old harp and my 12 string guitar that I'd loved to play.
Cheers!
Jim G.
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