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Today was the day our new porch roof was supposed to be set up.

I had actually intended to dismantle the old one yesterday, but that didn't work out. I spent All Day working on it, and managed to take out four pieces, which means it would have taken me another five days to finish. Fortunately Brian, the contractor who is putting the roof up, said he and his helper could take it down much faster than that and that I shouldn't put in any more time on it.

This was both true, and a good thing as far as it went, because he was supposed to arrive at ten but was held up by a stubborn plumbing problem until six pm--at which point he and his helper showed up and pulled the whole thing down, took it apart and took it away by nine.

This is actually second best; I'd love to have the new roof up but just having the old broken one gone should make several things easier.

In the morning I had laid everything out looking at how it was going to work, got worried because I didn't have a piece to splice the beam (they could ship me 26 foot fascia for some reason but not a 26 foot beam to match; go figure.) I called the salesman and it turns out that beam is spliced over one of the middle posts, using the post-to-beam bracket to hold the parts in place and then trimming both ends as necessary to fit inside the side fascias. So whew, panic resolved.

I drew out how the splice should go (on my iPad because I'm just that kind of nerd) and saved it to Dropbox as a pdf and picked it up on my computer and printed it out (with my nice new COLOR printer) and stuck in at that point in the ten (!) pages of instructions. Then I went outside and laid it out on the lawn with the actual beam parts and posts so Brian and Scotty could actually see it, because I wanted to be sure that part was understood.

What worries me a little more is that the kit was apparently plotted with a 1 foot overhang (with the roof going 1 foot past the support beam) and I didn't catch this at the time. So the kit says max 2 foot overhang, which probably seemed like plenty of margin. But the overhang of my old roof started out at about 2 foot 4 inches, and because the old beam was attached to the sides of the old posts instead of above them like the design I have, the new overhang will be more like 2 foot 6 inches. Now it's in a fairly sheltered spot between two houses and under some trees, and probably the wind load won't be as high there, and we don't get much snow but still that makes me a little nervous.

But I don't see what I can do about it; the supports can't go any closer to the edge of the deck; they're already a bit on the close side, and if I move them off the deck I have to pour four concrete footings for them which doesn't strike me as trivial.

At any rate I have a day or two to think about it; Brian can't come back to put the roof up until next Saturday. Let's hope for good weather this next 8 days or so!

Aside from that I spent the whole day waiting for Brian and Scotty to show up and not wanting to leave the house because I didn't want to be gone when they got here. When I ran out of setup things I could do on my own I did the dishes and cleaned the bathroom and practiced the mandolin.

Oh--I have a mandolin teacher again! This time I made sure he could actually play the mandolin before I started. I had my first lesson on Wednesday and it was really fun. I played a few of the things I do so he could get a feel for where my skills were, and did a couple of my original pieces with mandolin countermelody so he could see what I did, and talked about how I wanted to be able to do licks and fills spontaneously and he said that old time tunes were a great resource because I could use pieces of them where they fit the song's chords and timing and I already knew how to play those tunes so I didn't have to plot them out beforehand.

He taught me three floating chords--chords played with all 3 lowest pitched strings fingered, so that you can change keys simply by moving to a new position on the fretboard. Fingering all the strings also allows you to control how long they ring, so you can get the percussive effect used in mandolin chop (playing briefly sounding chords on the off beat--chords as rhythm kind of thing). You don't play the top string or actively damp it with a finger or the edge of your hand. He taught me G, C and D and I made him stop so I could scribble them out on paper because I was pretty sure I wouldn't be able to remember them if I didn't. He said he'd been meaning to work out the minor chords but hadn't gotten around to it.

Since he wasn't going to be available this Wednesday I told him I also wanted to learn King of the Fairies which he'd played at some point to demonstrate something. It's a pretty tune and I hadn't heard it before or at least didn't recognize it. So he gave me a CD of a whistle player playing it. I figure that gives me about two weeks of work before I see him again. Me being me I started on both.

I found a song (Roll On Columbia) that uses G, C, and D but it also uses Em, and I remembered he'd said he wanted to work those out (the other two would be Am and Bm), so I did. I noticed that the floating chords he showed me all left out the fifth. In other words, the G chord notes were G and B (no D), the D chord notes were D and F# (no A) and the C chord notes were C and E (no G). So I made the minor chords the same way.

It has been a LONG time since I tried to learn that many new chords and I've never done chords so far up the neck before. It's challenging. But I am determined, and also kind of inspired.

And King of the Fairies is pretty, but complicated. I used Reaper to slow the song down to 50% so I could hear the notes better. Some of what the whistle player is doing are things I just can't do, playing quarter tones (tones in between a half step) as ornamentation and such, and also the A part doesn't stay the same on the repeat, and the B part doesn't repeat but goes straight into a C part. But it's pretty and I'm gradually picking it up.

And on top of everything else, Yonder and Back has two concerts next week; a children's one on Tuesday and one for grownups on Thursday, both of them at the library. We're picking up a lot of new material for the kid's concert and the three dearest to my heart are "Wade In The Water" "Follow the Drinking Gourd" and one I just wrote called "Juneteenth."

Juneteenth is a holiday celebrating the arrival in Texas of the news that slavery was officially ended and all enslaved people were now free and granted equal rights in law. It's mostly celebrated by the African American community but I think it's a great holiday that we all should celebrate; the end of slavery is worthy of celebration. Juneteenth is, as it happens, on the 19th of June, (though it's often celebrated on the nearest Saturday), and Tuesday is the 19th of June. I thought the kids should know about it, or if there are kids there who already know, it would be good to acknowledge it, so I wrote a song; I'll include the words here.

Juneteenth 
lyrics and melody by Cat Faber

   C                              F               C
In eighteen-sixty-five, June nineteenth it did arrive
      Am            F              Dm                G
That Texas was the final state to learn that it was free,
       C             Em            F             C
When Emancipation’s reach finally hit the Texas beach,
       C                   G7             C
And rejoicing spread from sea to shining sea.

    C                              F
   From that year to this, on the day we call Juneteenth
       C             F           G
   We celebrate the end of slavery.
               F                           C              G
   When we’ve sundered every chain, every bar that may remain,
            C      F     C     G       C
   We will finally be a nation of the free!

  C                           F                C
Emancipation’s roar came two war-torn years before
        Am           F               Dm               G
But it didn’t cover Texas where the slavers held the reins.
           C             Em           F        C
Though by daring one in nine left captivity behind,
         C               G              C
Still a quarter million Texans were in chains.

         C                           F             C
General Granger and his men came to Galveston and then
        Am            F               Dm               G
Came a joyful morning after that the slaves rejoicing saw
        C              Em            F                  C
General Order Number Three was “all slaves are now set free,
     C             G                 C
And granted equal rights before the law!”

         C                           F                 C
That was only right and fair, and we all of us should share
        Am               F        Dm                 G
In the joys of life and liberty across the nation’s span 
           C                Em               F            C
But though everyone should know we’ve still got a ways to go,
     C                 G               C
That day was when the journey first began.
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I have been doing more music stuff this past week.

I hadn’t written much that was new that was also suitable for the Thursday night Jam. I flipped through the old songbook last Friday though, and found a bunch of stuff I wrote 15 or 20 years ago that would work okay. I wrote a mandolin harmony for July (a song I wrote while courting Kip) and learned it over the past week.

I also ended up writing an Easter song the day before the Jam, for my mandolin student (whose mom then cancelled, but that’s okay I’ll know it better next week to teach it to him.)

Easter Question
Lyrics and melody by Cat Faber

Cold and warm and cold again, the growing light will bring
A time of hope and wonder when the flowers bloom in spring
Easter’s coming soon, and in its coming it foretells 
A mystery for ages. Here’s the thing:

   Does the Easter bunny lay the eggs she hides?
   It’s a complicated question to examine from all sides.
   Trying to consider it, I think I’m making strides.
   Does the Easter bunny lay the eggs she hides?

Patterned for concealment in the flowers where she dwells
Bright and cheerful colors on the gaily patterned shells
Easter eggs are mysteries, and though they are the best,
If anybody knows, then no one tells:

The questions seem to multiply and will not let me rest
Will they hatch out peeps or bunnies if I leave them in the nest?
Can jelly beans be planted, for more jelly beans next spring?
And can I really save some for the test? 


People actually listened to the Easter song and I got a couple of laughs out of it, so good. And July went over Very Well. I actually managed to learn it in a week to the point where I was mostly solid enough to give proper attention to interpretation. I got to the end and there was this little sigh before people started clapping. I think that’s the best response I’ve drawn at the Jam since I started there.

I just realized July is not online, so here it is:

July
Lyrics and melody by Cat Faber 1995

When living’s year wears down to chill December
And all my warmth is born of stores laid by
Huddled blanket-wrapped I will remember
And warm myself at sunnygold July

   This is where my spirit’s riches lie
   The deep heart shaking splendor of July

It was in July my heart did waken
The wildflowers blossomed gaily where they grew
Cottonwoods by summer winds were soaked
The rose I thought was barren bloomed anew

Fruit of golden summer’s many blisses
Fireworks like laughter freely spilled
In crimson dusk the shiver of your kisses
Like summer cherries, gathered and distilled

Though the dregs of life may lose their flavor
Yet memory of memory ensues
A cordial for the heart to sip and savor
And makes July the headiest of brews.


I need to run go do other things.
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First post that isn't connected to LJ. Goodbye LJ. Damn I miss what you used to be.

So I wrote a song year before last when the cowards in this country were freaking out over the prospect of letting in (Muslim) refugees from war-torn countries. I wanted to fight their imaginary terrors and help them back to reality or at least bravery again. It's called The Golden Door and it's about the Statue of Liberty and the idea of the USA as a nation of immigrants, made stronger by the infusions of many cultures over the years.

I don't seem to have posted the lyrics anywhere, which isn't like me, so I'll do it here now.

The Golden Door
lyrics by Catherine Faber and Emma Lazarus
melody by Catherine Faber 2015
youtube video here  (I may have an actual mp3 recording I can post somewhere if people want one.  I'll check later.)

   C                 G           C              F
My parents came from Holland, a better life to find,
Dm                F            G
Full of hope, as many came before.
        C                                     F          
In the flower of their youth they left their families behind
    Dm           F              G 
To make a new together on this shore.
C                            F        G     C
Two among the thousands who sought a wider sky
      G            C             F
Where Liberty has made a welcome here;
     C                             F                  C
She stands in New York Harbor and holds this message high
     F                G                    C
Its meaning somewhat tarnished, but still clear:

              C               F
Give me your tired      your poor
      Dm             F                   G
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
     C                               Em
The wretched refuse of your teaming shore
      Dm                 Em               F
Send these the homeless tempest tossed to me
   Dm              F              G
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.

Some came here for adventure, and some to look for gold
And some in chains, with all that that entails.
From all our imperfections, a nation did unfold, 
For home is where the heart at last prevails.
Words in every language, skin of every hue
Where these got slender welcome, that's our shame,
For folk of every country gave Liberty her due
Each brought their dish to potluck as they came

America is mighty, too strong to yield to fear
We don't bend beneath some bloodstained thumb.   
People fleeing carnage should find safe harbor here
Their children strengthen what we will become.
Let voice on voice be lifted in welcome and in song
Immigrants have built this country's crown.
We still proclaim the message that stood so high so long.
Nor will Liberty's proud tablet tumble down.


Anyway, this turned out to be quite popular (for "for me" values of "quite popular") even with some of the people in this area--weirdly enough since most of them were Trump voters. (I actually have a mental model for how this might work but let's not go there right now; I'm not at my best today and perhaps I am being unfair.)

I have been asked for it a couple of times since the election and have mostly been able to gget out of singing it. It is particularly heartbreaking when somone I know damn well voted Trump asks for it. Like, didn't they fucking LISTEN to it?

Last night I got asked for it again. The person who did it wasn't a Trump voter. They are just as dismayed by him as I am. They meant well. So I tried to sing it. I mean, I *did* sing it, which is kind of impressive, since I began leaking tears by the second line and shut my eyes and played without the music, leaking tears through the whole thing and still managed to actually sing, which suggests my vocal control is better than I thought and also I have that song pretty well memorized, both the lyrics and the countermelody, so all the work I put in on it paid off.

Which is a huge fucking pity because I'm not going to sing it again. It's not true. It turns out it never was true. And I had to stop here and blow my nose I a couple of times and I can barely see what I am typing.

It's not fucking true and I am not going to stand here and sing bullshit anymore so that Trump voters can pretend that everything is okay and they didn't smash something important and precious.

So here are the new words.

A Statue’s Resignation
Lyrics and melody by Cat Faber 2016
(TTO The Golden Door by Cat Faber)

By the bitter water I stand upon the shore
Beside a shining city sprung from clay
I’m cold inside, and hollow, and now I feel it more
For never was that fitter than today.
A majority they weren’t, but now their will is shown:
They cast me off. No longer on their side
I stand in New York Harbor, abandoned and alone
A symbol of a shining dream that died.

For I am tired, heartsore.
Though huddled masses crowd around my knee
They are no longer welcome on this shore
Where fear and hate now govern what will be,
Douse my lamp, and bar the golden door.

I’m just an empty symbol—my people made it true,
As far as we were ever truly great.
By work and strife and struggle, a better life they grew
And won their place, but now rise those who hate
Anyone who’s different, preferring to believe
They aren’t human, or they don’t belong,
And don’t deserve equality—t’would make a statue grieve
You’d think that they had never heard my song

Now I am tired, heartsore.
Though huddled masses crowd around my knee
They are no longer welcome on this shore
Where fear and hate now govern what will be,
Douse my lamp, and bar the golden door.

You think me whining loser—a useless copper scold--
Well, prove me wrong; the chance is yours to seize.
Give welcome to the stranger; I hear that you were told
To shelter and protect the least of these,
Till everyone is safe here to love, and work, and dream,
Shaded by their fig tree’s tender stem.
That’s not a thing accomplished by a small resentful scheme
To take your country “back”--away--from them.

But I am tired, heartsore.
Though huddled masses crowd around my knee
They are no longer welcome on this shore
Where fear and hate now govern what will be,
Douse my lamp, and bar the golden door.
I will not be your symbol anymore.
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Accountability post, Trump Year 0, Nov 25

Yesterday was Thanksgiving and I didn't do anything important (had a Thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat and played Pokemon Go and caught two dittos, which are new kind of Pokemon that just started appearing a couple of days ago.)

This morning, prompted by a post by a friend that I'm not linking here because I'm not positive they are comfortable with that, I wrote a new song:
Just the way I was raised.
Lyrics and melody by Cat Faber 2016

When I was a girl life was simple and  bland
Till truths I thought bedrock turned out to be sand
But the way I was raised gave a lifeline to hold 
For finding my footing and taking my stand.

  That's just the way I was raised
  With kindness and fairness expected and praised.
  With love as my guide I'm not easily fazed;
  That's just the way I was raised.

When I was a girl, blacks were treated as prey
Though the means grow more subtle we still find a way;
When blacks are shot dead with no gun in their hands
Even a kid can see that's not okay.

Women are astronauts, seeking the stars,
Yet even our bodies aren't treated as ours;
When a man who grabs crotches is chief in the land,
Even a kid can see this will leave scars.

Of queer folk and trans folk I once had no clue,
But the hour I encountered the concepts I knew,
When humans just ask to be treated the same,
There's only one answer my values held true.

Deal with it; that's just the way that things are.
For mercy and justice at home and afar,
Though hate held in secret come out in the sun,
I'll speak for my truth and I'll follow my star: 

New song

Mar. 15th, 2015 04:53 pm
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Reddit is doing something cool: inspired by Terry Pratchett's depiction of how the names of the dead were sent home by clacks along the Grand Trunk Line on Discworld, they are working out ways to do the same for Sir Terry here in the real world.

And that inspired this song: Send Him Home

The mp3 is linked at the top left, just under the title.

New Song

Mar. 12th, 2015 09:51 pm
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I upgraded my operating system, and in the process broke the program I used to maintain my website. So I have no way to put the tune up for this--I am in fact in the process of downloading the fix for Finale, so I can write out the tune. But as a place holder:

Into The Reaper's Care
lyrics and melody by Catherine Faber 2015

Sunlight would pour like molasses,
And over the DiscWorld creep
From the heights of the mountain passes
To the lard mines below it would seep

Part of our myth is this lovely land
And deep in our hearts we all know
That the elephants hold up the disc, and stand
On the back of the Turtle below.

I've ridden his books like a rover
From hub highest clifftops of gray
To the edge that the ocean spills over,
In eight-colored rainbows of spray

Into the black does the ocean fall
Veiling the elephant's limbs
The turtle, of course, stands on nothing at all,
But raises her flippers and swims

Sunset must pass on this spinning blue ball
No matter how golden the light
Death is a bedtime that comes to us all,
Sleep softly, Sir Terry, good night..

In Memoriam Terry Pratchett, 1948-2015

New Song

May. 24th, 2014 05:32 pm
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Ha! It's Alice Day* again!

I have been assiduously doing my reading for the Hugo awards. I was looking forward to _Ancillary Justice_; I had heard good things about it. I enjoyed it very much. _Neptune's Brood_ conjured big ideas of things outside my head, but _Ancillary Justice_ made me look at the *inside* of my head in a new way, which I found very fun. I was also utterly charmed by the idea of a character that sings harmony with herself.

So I wrote a song. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you: One Esk. The mp3 and the pdf sheet music are linked under the title on that page as usual.



*My friend Alice encouraged me to get back into writing filk more often by asking me to put up new songs for her to learn. It's not much fun to write songs if there is no one to sing them to, but she pointed out I could put them up on the web. Now the days when I do this are called "Alice Day" in her honor.
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This morning I wrote the fourteenth song, finishing the FAWM challenge.

I was stalking around the house thinking about a song for which I am obviously not the intended audience, muttering to myself "honestly, you can write a song about underwear without being vulgar..."

And then I paused and glanced over at my iPad and said "I think. I mean, *I* could. I'm pretty sure..."

And then I walked over and picked up my iPad and twenty minutes later said "I thought so."

The Underwear Song at hwaet.org (mp3 linked at the top as usual.)

The Underwear Song at FAWM

Special trans-friendly bonus points!
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This song refers to an actual event in Kip's D&D game a few weeks ago, written up mostly faithfully:

The Remarkable Bargain at hwaet.org or at my fawm page.
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Another new song: Clockwork Assassin, at my hwaet.org site, and also on my FAWM page.

Note there is an mp3 linked just under the title at the hwaet.org site, and of course, it's right at the top of the FAWM page because that's how FAWM rolls.

This one was prompted by a phrase in the previous one, Filk Reverie. I just started wondering what a Clockwork Assassin might be, and this popped out. I played it for the barbershop bunch but they had trouble following it, and I'm wondering if that's just a lack of science-fictiony background or whether I really didn't get enough of the story into the lyrics. Let me know what you think.
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So this is my latest FAWM song, Filk Reverie. It is up at my hwaet.org site and also at my FAWM page.

It is just a bit of fluff, really, but it sets up the next song so nicely.

As usual, an mp3 is linked just below the title on the hwaet.org page.
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I have another new song: The Silver Snail. It is up at my hwaet.org site (the previous link) or at my fawm page.

Unabashed wish-fulfillment, steampunk, and filk. :-)

I think I will need to cut a verse; it is awfully long as it stands. But I'm having trouble deciding how to cut it.
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I recorded another song today. It is just a little piece of fluff called "Borrow And Lend" but it has some nice acapella harmony.

It is at FAWM.org

It is also at my website.
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 FAWM has done an excellent job of getting me writing again.  Here's a little ditty about how elves feel about us.  Note that the mp3 is linked at the top of the page, just under the title / copyright info.




Alice Day

Feb. 12th, 2014 05:05 pm
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It's Alice Day again. Expect a few more of these, because I signed up for FAWM (February Album Writing Month).

This is my fourth FAWM Song, My songs can be found here on the FAWM website, or here on my hwaet.org website.

Gift Enough
lyrics and melody by Catherine Faber 2014
mp3 here
C      F          G          C
As the snow makes all things holy,
C G
Hushed and softened, draped in white,
C F G
Here my heart is lifted slowly
C F G C
By the beauty of the night.

C F G C
As forgiveness, hurt redressing
C G
Soothes a hundred bitter scars
C F G
Coming as an unsought blessing,
C F G C
Like a thousand falling stars

Am Dm G C
All the world the snow is holding
C Em Dm
Turning every twig to lace.
Am Dm G7 Bmdim
Silence guides, in slow unfolding,
Am Dm G F
All my heart can know of grace,

C F G C
One brief life is all we're given,
C G
Treasure I will not rebuff.
C F G
Lying under snow new-shriven,
C F G C
One real world is gift enough.


FAWM

Feb. 2nd, 2014 09:31 pm
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 FAWM stands for February Album Writing Month.  This year I am a "fawmling," meaning I am trying it for the first time.  I now have two songs up at http://fawm.org/ as "calicocat."  Or if you prefer, Dragon Games and Fourteen Songs In Twenty-Eight Days are also available at my usual hwaet.org website.

My plan is to put all my FAWM songs up both places.  But the pdf sheet music may lag a bit behind as this will be rather a fast pace of songwriting.  We will see.

Also I have finished the pdf songbook of sheet music for Dr. Faber's Medicine Show except that I can't figure out how to put the page numbers on the blessed thing.  I can't do it in Preview, Finale PrintMusic starts every song with page 1, and I had a copy of Adobe Acrobat Pro but it's ten years old now and won't run on this system.  Kip thinks someone at Carson Newman may be able to help me.

New Song

Sep. 6th, 2013 01:16 pm
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I mentioned in my last post that I wrote a new song.  In the midst of all this scratch track work it wasn't particularly hard to record it, so it is now available on the www.hwaet.org website:

Fluster A Duck


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Antoinette Tuff is my kind of hero. She foiled a school shooter, by keeping him talking and eventually talking him down. She saved, at the bare minimum, *his* life, since he was apparently planning suicide by cop. She very likely also saved her own life, and her coworkers, and the lives of an unknown number of students in the grade school where she was working at the time.

So I wrote this song:
My Kind Of Hero
lyrics and melody by Cat Faber 2013
mp3 here and pdf sheet music to come

D                           C
Antoinette Tuff spends her mornings at work
      C                    D      A
At a Georgia school, as a filing clerk,
   D              C            G          D
A cheerful black woman, quick-witted and hale
     G             D        A        D
She once talked a man into going to jail

          D                   G            D
     Without any weapons to slaughter or stun
          G        D                    A
     She foiled a desperate man with a gun
      D                           G          A
     Sometimes it just takes the courage to say
          G             A     D
     You don't have to die today

A parent buzzed in and he slipped in behind
And entered the building with mayhem in mind;
Black-clad and laden with weapons, he bore
A rifle intended for killing in war.

He said call the media; give them a hail.
She just kept him talking and told him her tale.
A marriage withered, a job gone away,
How life can be ruined and come out okay.

When finally, surrounded, he knew he was done.
She said set the pack down, and lay down your gun.
She said life's not over; you took a bad turn
But every mistake is a ticket to learn.

She helped him surrender instead of go nuts,
Talking him down with compassion and guts;
You keep your Rambos and Conans and stuff--
Give me a hero like Antoinette Tuff!
It is also at my website, at http://www.hwaet.org/Songbook/MyKindOfHero.html


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I don't often write purely instrumental pieces, but last week I did. It's called "The Clockwork Chicken" and the mp3 and pdf are available from this page.
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So, there's this article that has been popping up on my Facebook feed, about a family that tried to leave the US, disgusted with taxes, abortion and gay people. The short version is they tried to sail to Kiribati, didn't know how to navigate, and ended up drifting for months in the middle of nowhere. They were finally picked up by a cargo boat and kindly dropped off in Chile, and speaking of taxes the State Department flew them back home to Arizona.  There's an example of the article here.

Miles suggested someone should write a song about this, and well, here you go:

Wave Them Away
Lyrics and melody by Cat Faber 2013
mp3 here

     D                 G          D
The Gastonguay family left us in May
 G   D               A
Way hey, wave them away!
      D                  G         D
They hated abortion and also "teh gay"
 G            A                         D
Hope for the best and we'll wave them away!

They left San Diego and sailed to the west,
Way hey, wave them away!
And those who had noticed all hoped for the best.
Hope for the best and we'll wave them away!

Complaints about taxes; they had them down pat.
Way hey, wave them away!
Sailing--they weren't so practiced at that!
Hope for the best and we'll wave them away!

Believing in miracles, hopeful and awed,
Way hey, wave them away!
They left navigation to Fortune and God.
Hope for the best and we'll wave them away!

And that worked exactly the way you'd expect,
Way hey, wave them away!
They ended up drifting, their sailboat half-wrecked.
Hope for the best and we'll wave them away!

A cargo boat found them, and gave them a hand;
Way hey, wave them away!
A fishing boat ferried them kindly to land.
Hope for the best and we'll wave them away!

The land they were leaving stepped up at that time,
Way hey, wave them away!
To fly them back home on the taxpayer's dime!
Hope for the best and we'll wave them away!

I wish them the best as new plans they conceive
Way hey, wave them away.
May it work better the next time they leave!
Hope for the best and we'll wave them away.
Hope for the best, we can hope for the best,
Let us hope for the best, as we wave them away! 

This and all my newer songs can be found at my website, www.hwaet.org.
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