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Steve Postell

Story

Great band on this train song: Buzzy Feiten, Robben Ford, Benmont Tench, Steve Ferrone, Leland Sklar, Peter Adams, Gia Ciambotti.

 

Steve Postell/Little Blue
Steve Postell

Story

(When we first got to Aspen, we played in a great little club, unfortunately now gone, called The Howling Wolf. I wrote this after seeing a young singer perform there. Eric Johnson plays the beautiful guitar solo.)

Lyrics

  • She Looks at me through the eyes of a child, She thinks I'm jaded and opinionated
  • She sees me as a counterfeit bill, I revel In her Innocence.
  • So I took her to a restaurant, I ordered wine and soufle
  • It didn't matter much about the conversation, I'd said it all before this day.
  •  Just wait until you get here, You'll see what I mean
  • Just wait until you get here, Through these rivers and streams.
  •  I wandered into The Howling Wolf Cafe, I saw a kid with a guitar
  • Everyone was just loving him, So in tune with where they are
  • I ate and I drank I tried to listen to his words
  • But through the tapping of feet, His youth was all I heard.
  • Just wait until you get here, You'll see what I mean
  • Just wait until you get here, Through these rivers and streams.
  • I'm no prophet, saint or seer. Dark to light, day to night, all comes clear
  • There's no need for fear.
  •  I met an old man at Gramercy Park, He was playing chess with a friend
  • 2000 years of memories, No beginning and no end.
  • He told me he was a philosopher, A connoisseur of fine art
  • But when I asked him for his name, He said the state of man weighed heavy on his heart CHORUS
Steve Postell * Renegade Music Group
Steve Postell

Story

This was composed for a beautiful ballet choreographed by former New York City Ballet soloist Zippora Karz

Steve Postell * Renegade Music Group
lyrics & music by Steve Postell

Story

We usually think of "home" as somewhere we venture off from - I began to think of it as a place we are always moving towards.

Lyrics

  • GONNA GO TO THE RAILWAY STATION
  • I GOTTA TO MOVE JUST TO GET THINGS CLEAR
  • I PUT A COIN IN A SILVER CUP
  • FAR AWAY FROM HERE.

  • I GOT A CANE WITH A SNAKESKIN HANDLE
  • I GOT A HAT WITH A FEATHER IN THE BRIM
  • I’M GONNA FIND ME A LEATHER CASE
  • TO PUT MY GUITAR IN.

  • IT’S HIGH TIME THAT I MADE A MOVE
  • THIS WEST COAST TOWN HAS LOST ITS GROOVE
  • WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN AT THE END OF THE DAY
  • QUIT MY JOB AND I’M ON MY WAY.

  • I’M ROLLING, LIKE A STONE
  • WHY DON’T YOU FOLLOW ME HOME.

  • THERE’S A GIRL WITH A BRIGHT RED DRESS ON
  • I SAW HER FROM THE CORNER OF MY EYE
  • IN HER HANDS WAS A WOUNDED BIRD
  • JUST ABOUT TO DIE.

  • AS A TEAR ROLLED DOWN HER FACE
  • I KNOW I GOTTA GET OUT OF THIS PLACE
  • MAYBE SHE MIGHT ACCOMPANY ME
  • MAYBE I AM ABOUT TO BE FREE.

  • I’M ROLLING, LIKE A STONE
  • WHY DON’T YOU, FOLLOW ME HOME.

  • I’M LOOKING FOR A HOMEWARD ANGEL
  • FLYING HIGH ABOVE THE TREES
  • AIN’T NOTHING BUT A SMOKESTACK SKY
  • AS FAR AS I CAN SEE

  • I’M ROLLING, LIKE A STONE
  • WHY DON’T YOU, FOLLOW ME HOME.
Steve Postell * Renegade Music Group
2008-08-01
Steve Postell, Mark Epstein
Steve Postell
Steve Postell/Kevin Utsler

Story

This is a rough mix of a song I wrote and recorded with Kevin Utsler. I started writing it in the woods at a retreat that was supposed to be silent...I had to break the rules and make a little music.

Lyrics

When I go back home, what's waitin for me there
Will I see things differently will I even care.
When I call your name, will you hear what I say
Will you hear me even though I may have lost my way.

Sailing out to sea, there's no land in sight
But I might find some peace out there If I catch the wind just right.
Tied up to the shore I was never to be free
Since I pulled my anchor up I'm sailing out to sea.

Even in my dreams, where I am not to blame
I can see things diamond clear, but nothing looks the same.
When you came to my door my heart began to burn
But I learned more about my life When you did not return.

CHORUS

Steve Postell * Renegade Music Group
Steve Postell

Story

My one love song.

Lyrics

THE KIND OF ROMANCE, THAT SWEEPS YOU AWAY
CAN FEEL PRETTY GOOD, FOR A COUPLE OF DAYS
IT WILL KEEP YOU TALKING ON THE PHONE ALL NIGHT
UNTIL YOU'RE CONVINCED THAT YOUR LIFE IS ALLRIGHT.

BUT THE KIND OF LOVE THAT MAKES A HOME
ENDURES HARD TIMES, SO YOU KNOW YOU'RE NOT ALONE
THAT'S THE BEST KIND.

THE KIND OF CRUSH, THAT MAKES YOUR HEART BEAT FAST
IT'S GOOD TO HAVE A FEW OF THOSE, IN YOUR PAST
LIKE A POSTER OF A MOVIE STAR, THAT'S TACKED UP ON THE WALL
BIG AND BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL IT WILL HANG THERE UNTIL IT FALLS.

BUT THE KIND OF LOVE THAT SETTLES YOU DOWN
AND KEEPS YOUR FEET ON SOLID GROUND
THAT'S THE BEST KIND

THE KIND OF GLANCE THAT CAN TURN YOU ON YOUR HEELS
WILL KEEP YOU AMUSED, WHILE YOU SPIN YOUR WHEELS
LIKE THE POEM OF A SCHOOLBOY, TO THE GIRL OF HIS DREAMS
SOME THINGS ARE NEVER EXACTLY AS THEY SEEM.

BUT THE KIND OF LOVE, THAT'S CLEAR AND TRUE
THE KIND OF LOVE, I HAVE WITH YOU
THAT'S THE BEST KIND.

Steve Postell/Little Blue
Steve Postell

Story

This song features a beautiful, haunting vocal performance by my friend Jennifer Warnes, one of the great singers of our time. Roscoe Beck lends a hand on upright bass. Written for my father, Mark Ryan, and all the other angels watching us.

Lyrics

COME OVER TO MY HOUSE AND SEE MY PAINTINGS
SO YOU CAN KNOW HOW I LOOK AT THINGS
AND WHEN YOU COME OVER BRING A BOTTLE OF WINE
A BOOK OF VERSE AND A SONG TO SING.
DON'T TELL ME NO SILLY LIES STROKE MY EGO OR ASK ME WHY
I WON'T TELL YOU HOW MUCH MONEY I MAKE
HOW MY HEART ACHES OR WHAT CAR I DRIVE.

FATHER OH FATHER I'LL TELL YOU THE TRUTH
THIS MAKING UP STORIES IS HURTING MY HEAD
THERE'S AN ANGEL WITH A GUN, UP ON THE ROOF
IF I KEEP ON TALKING HE'LL SHOOT ME DEAD.

WE'LL GO OUTSIDE AND FEED MY GARDEN
SAY A PRAYER TO THE LIVING AND A PRAYER TO THE DEAD
AND WHEN IT GETS DARK WE'LL SPILL OUR WINE
AND TALK ABOUT THINGS THAT NEVER GET SAID.
YOU CAN TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT THE MOST
KEEP ME FAR OR KEEP ME CLOSE
I WILL TELL YOU THE STORY OF MY LIFE
ABOUT MY FIRST WIFE ON THE IVORY COAST.

FATHER OH FATHER I KNOW I'VE DONE WRONG
MY WILL IS WEAK BUT MY HEART IS STRONG
LOOK INTO MY EYES AND TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE
ANGEL WITH A GUN'S GOT HIS SIGHTS ON ME.

WILL IT MATTER WHEN MY STORY ENDS
WILL IT MATTER WHERE THE RAIN FALLS
I DON'T BELIEVE IN FAIRY TELLS
BUT WILL I HAVE TO ANSWER WHEN THE ANGEL CALLS.

Steve Postell/Little Blue
Steve Postell

Story

(Just a fun, bluesy thing with some great raw guitar work from Robben Ford.)

Lyrics

I wrestle with my future, every other day
I pick up the phone I can't remember what to say
Sometimes I'll be your lover, sometimes I'll be your man
I know you may not understand But I'll get it any way I can

I just get restless, doing the same old thing
I may not buy you a cadillac, I may not buy you a ring
But you can count on me, to let you know just who I am
I know you may not understand But I'll get it any way I can

They tried to teach me in school, to follow that line
Tried to make me a fool, playing with my mind
But I know better now, than to mess with their plan
I know you may not understand But I'll get it any way I can

Leo

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Steve Postell

Story

I wrote this instrumental as an homage to Leo Kotkee. I got to play this once when I opened a show for him. The audience loved it...he seemed a bit perplexed
Perfection Of Wisdom

Story

Patricia Bukur and I produced and composed music around very sacred Buddhist chants sung by Geshe Gendun, a Tibetan monk and a friend.

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