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60 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1622 Drupal Audio Playlist Module ()Sat, 07 Apr 2007 00:21:32 -0400 enno http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1681 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1681 Dorothy N Thomas How Do I Dorothy N Thomas [MY STANDARD DISCLAIMER: My songwriting and performing of them is all about the therapeutic process and not good songwriting and certainly not good singing.]After this song i'm going to stop posting my own songs on 'The Latest'. IF you are interested in hearing any others, you can check out the 'MY SOUNDS' section of my profile as I may post more of them over the next few days.  THANKS! Lyrics:HOW DO IHow do I let go, please tell me…How do I let goof ancient dreams andsubtle shemesto try and make it so How do I let goplease tell me…How do I let goof ghosts that fly that just won’t dieand think-ing that I know. Chorus:I’ve tried sur-ren-derTo let ‘what IS’be ful-ly it’s own self I’ve tried de-ni-alpushed it a-side, tosit dead u-pon the shelf But these memo-ries for-ever haunt meThey tor-ment and they taunt meTo stay a-live. REPEAT FIRST TWO VERSES, then end song (chorus only sung once, in middle). [MY STANDARD DISCLAIMER: My songwriting and performing of them is all about the therapeutic process and not good songwriting and certainly not good singing.]After this song i'm going to stop posting my own songs on 'The Latest'. IF you are interested in hearing any others, you can check out the 'MY SOUNDS' section of my profile as I may post more of them over the next few days.  THANKS! Lyrics:HOW DO IHow do I let go, please tell me…How do I let goof ancient dreams andsubtle shemesto try and make it so How do I let goplease tell me…How do I let goof ghosts that fly that just won’t dieand think-ing that I know. Chorus:I’ve tried sur-ren-derTo let ‘what IS’be ful-ly it’s own self I’ve tried de-ni-alpushed it a-side, tosit dead u-pon the shelf But these memo-ries for-ever haunt meThey tor-ment and they taunt meTo stay a-live. REPEAT FIRST TWO VERSES, then end song (chorus only sung once, in middle). uploaded by at http://www.ithou.org [MY STANDARD DISCLAIMER: My songwriting and performing of them is all about the therapeutic process and not good songwriting and certainly not good singing.]After this song i'm going to stop posting my own songs on 'The Latest'. IF you are interested in hearing any others, you can check out the 'MY SOUNDS' section of my profile as I may post more of them over the next few days.  THANKS! Lyrics:HOW DO IHow do I let go, please tell me…How do I let goof ancient dreams andsubtle shemesto try and make it so How do I let goplease tell me…How do I let goof ghosts that fly that just won’t dieand think-ing that I know. Chorus:I’ve tried sur-ren-derTo let ‘what IS’be ful-ly it’s own self I’ve tried de-ni-alpushed it a-side, tosit dead u-pon the shelf But these memo-ries for-ever haunt meThey tor-ment and they taunt meTo stay a-live. REPEAT FIRST TWO VERSES, then end song (chorus only sung once, in middle). 2:46 Mon, 09 Apr 2007 03:56:33 -0400 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1682 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1682 Dorothy N Thomas Slow Dance Dorothy N Thomas This was my very first song (with the exception of a religious song i wrote years ago).  I was living at Esalen and had just gone to see 'The Horse Whisperer' in Carmel.  There was a great slow dance scene in the movie and when i got in my car afterwards, i found myself saying (to myself) "I wonder what my life would have been like if i'd met a man who liked to slow dance as much as he liked to fuck?" With that, this song was born. :-)  SLOW DANCE I wonder what my life would have been likeif ever God had given me a man, a man who loved to slow danceas much, or more, than we made love A man, who far beyond the fires of passionhad come to me at night and held me closeand whispered that he truly loved meand thanked the Lord that he was mine------------------------------------------------------But that was just a dreama dream of long agoa dream that held me back from living wiser things I know------------------------------------------------------Still I wonder what my life would have been likeif a man had come into my lifewhose roving eye had ceased it’s searchingand committed his heart to me alone  A man who gave his life to spirit whose steps were guided by the "Lord"who did not hide in times of troublebut stayed right there to see us through------------------------------------------------------But that was just a dreamA dream that rarely comesto tug upon this life that I have truly come to love.------------------------------------------------------Cause beyond those dreams of human love and longinglies a world far greater than those dreamswhere every moment has it’s purposeand stills my mind....and fills my heart....with God's love. This was my very first song (with the exception of a religious song i wrote years ago).  I was living at Esalen and had just gone to see 'The Horse Whisperer' in Carmel.  There was a great slow dance scene in the movie and when i got in my car afterwards, i found myself saying (to myself) "I wonder what my life would have been like if i'd met a man who liked to slow dance as much as he liked to fuck?" With that, this song was born. :-)  SLOW DANCE I wonder what my life would have been likeif ever God had given me a man, a man who loved to slow danceas much, or more, than we made love A man, who far beyond the fires of passionhad come to me at night and held me closeand whispered that he truly loved meand thanked the Lord that he was mine------------------------------------------------------But that was just a dreama dream of long agoa dream that held me back from living wiser things I know------------------------------------------------------Still I wonder what my life would have been likeif a man had come into my lifewhose roving eye had ceased it’s searchingand committed his heart to me alone  A man who gave his life to spirit whose steps were guided by the "Lord"who did not hide in times of troublebut stayed right there to see us through------------------------------------------------------But that was just a dreamA dream that rarely comesto tug upon this life that I have truly come to love.------------------------------------------------------Cause beyond those dreams of human love and longinglies a world far greater than those dreamswhere every moment has it’s purposeand stills my mind....and fills my heart....with God's love. uploaded by at http://www.ithou.org This was my very first song (with the exception of a religious song i wrote years ago).  I was living at Esalen and had just gone to see 'The Horse Whisperer' in Carmel.  There was a great slow dance scene in the movie and when i got in my car afterwards, i found myself saying (to myself) "I wonder what my life would have been like if i'd met a man who liked to slow dance as much as he liked to fuck?" With that, this song was born. :-)  SLOW DANCE I wonder what my life would have been likeif ever God had given me a man, a man who loved to slow danceas much, or more, than we made love A man, who far beyond the fires of passionhad come to me at night and held me closeand whispered that he truly loved meand thanked the Lord that he was mine------------------------------------------------------But that was just a dreama dream of long agoa dream that held me back from living wiser things I know------------------------------------------------------Still I wonder what my life would have been likeif a man had come into my lifewhose roving eye had ceased it’s searchingand committed his heart to me alone  A man who gave his life to spirit whose steps were guided by the "Lord"who did not hide in times of troublebut stayed right there to see us through------------------------------------------------------But that was just a dreamA dream that rarely comesto tug upon this life that I have truly come to love.------------------------------------------------------Cause beyond those dreams of human love and longinglies a world far greater than those dreamswhere every moment has it’s purposeand stills my mind....and fills my heart....with God's love. 4:37 Mon, 09 Apr 2007 04:01:52 -0400 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/2779 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/2779 Joss Stone + Melissa Etheridge Joss Stone + Melissa Etheridge uploaded by at http://www.ithou.org 5:17 Sun, 21 Oct 2007 23:33:52 -0400 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1683 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1683 Dorothy N Thomas Where Are You Now Dad Dorothy N Thomas This is the second, and last, song i wrote while grieving my dad's death.  it was written about a year after he died. WHERE ARE YOU NOW DAD? Where are you now DadWhere are you now?Can I still reach you?I wish I knew how… To see your sweet smileto feel your touch…to tell you once more thatI love you so much I miss your wis-domI miss your loveI look for you In the stars a-bo-ve It real-ly doesn’t mat-terHow much time goes byWhenever I think of youMy heart, it starts to cry Are you here?Or have you gone away?Is it true I keep you hereWith all these things I s-a-y? I don’t mean to hold onBut how do I let go?Oh how I wish that you were hereGod I miss you so… Oh how I wish that you were hereDad I miss you so-oo-oo-o [MY STANDARD DISCLAIMER: My songwriting and performing is all about the therapeutic process and not good songwriting and certainly not good singing.] This is the second, and last, song i wrote while grieving my dad's death.  it was written about a year after he died. WHERE ARE YOU NOW DAD? Where are you now DadWhere are you now?Can I still reach you?I wish I knew how… To see your sweet smileto feel your touch…to tell you once more thatI love you so much I miss your wis-domI miss your loveI look for you In the stars a-bo-ve It real-ly doesn’t mat-terHow much time goes byWhenever I think of youMy heart, it starts to cry Are you here?Or have you gone away?Is it true I keep you hereWith all these things I s-a-y? I don’t mean to hold onBut how do I let go?Oh how I wish that you were hereGod I miss you so… Oh how I wish that you were hereDad I miss you so-oo-oo-o [MY STANDARD DISCLAIMER: My songwriting and performing is all about the therapeutic process and not good songwriting and certainly not good singing.] uploaded by at http://www.ithou.org This is the second, and last, song i wrote while grieving my dad's death.  it was written about a year after he died. WHERE ARE YOU NOW DAD? Where are you now DadWhere are you now?Can I still reach you?I wish I knew how… To see your sweet smileto feel your touch…to tell you once more thatI love you so much I miss your wis-domI miss your loveI look for you In the stars a-bo-ve It real-ly doesn’t mat-terHow much time goes byWhenever I think of youMy heart, it starts to cry Are you here?Or have you gone away?Is it true I keep you hereWith all these things I s-a-y? I don’t mean to hold onBut how do I let go?Oh how I wish that you were hereGod I miss you so… Oh how I wish that you were hereDad I miss you so-oo-oo-o [MY STANDARD DISCLAIMER: My songwriting and performing is all about the therapeutic process and not good songwriting and certainly not good singing.] 2:45 Mon, 09 Apr 2007 04:05:40 -0400 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/2774 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/2774 Garth Brooks Shameless Garth Brooks You know who... You know who... uploaded by at http://www.ithou.org You know who... 4:19 Sun, 21 Oct 2007 13:50:06 -0400 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1458 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1458 Credence Clearwater Revival CCR-House of the Rising Sun Credence Clearwater Revival uploaded by at http://www.ithou.org 4:32 Thu, 15 Mar 2007 22:08:17 -0400 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1684 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1684 Dorothy N Thomas Fat Dorothy N Thomas  [MY STANDARD DISCLAIMER: FIRST OF ALL, the best sounding of my songs got posted FIRST so if you're gonna listen to any, please start there (further down) instead of with the first ones you see here! My songwriting and performing is all about the therapeutic process and not good songwriting and certainly not good singing.] A little 'corny', this song did wonders for my 'fat depression'!  i had gastric bypass soon after.  haha  though still a 'big girl' in society's eyes,  i want to say i truly love the squishy, silky, softness of my fat, the FEEL of it.  too bad all the prejudice keeps most others from appreciating this 'light' side of fat too.   A poem to go along with the song:THOSE BIG AMONG US        Your prejudice quietly leaks from your pores as you claim you are not prejudice..You don't dare say Fag  Or KikeOr Jap Or Whop Or Nigger these days.Yet, I hear you sayFat PigLard AssGluttonSlobFatsoAs though those words don't sting usThose among us who are BIG I am BIG.I am healthy.I am alive.......more alive than most of you who fling your hate words.... at usThose among us who are BIGI get to live with you every day.  Every dayas you sayFat PigLard AssGluttonSlobFatsoAs though those words don't sting usThose among us who are BIG                                        dnt  12/2/93   FAT I’m so tired of be-in’ fatThe world says this ain’t where it’s atI try and try, then try some moreIt’s worse than if I were a whore. Maybe ‘This’ will take it off..those places round & sweet & softor may-be ‘That’ would do the tricke-ven if it makes me sick._______________________________CHORUS:I wish we all would let it goSo fat’s not seen as such a foeGood people cry, and die each dayTry-ing hard to look ‘That Way’. Shed those pounds and suck it in.Join the ranks of gaunt and thin.Cush-y bod-ies just aren’t ‘seen’Shame on us!  We’re dumb &  mean! On Last Chorus Only:  Yeah, all pre-ju-dice is mean!!All pre-ju-dice is dumb & mean!!!______________________________ Verse 2:Pump-ing iron just ain’t my thingI’d rath-er work and rest and sing.I’m sick of look-ing in-to eyes (including mine!)At judge-ments we just can’t dis-quise. How can we think it’s ‘Looks’ that ruleWhen do-ing so is dumb & cruelIn-side I know what’s true and rightAnd yet I just keep up this fight. REPEAT CHORUS Verse 3:There was a time when fat was ‘in’It wasn’t looked at as a sinThere was respect for every sizeYou could be fat, and win the prize. I won-der if we’ll shift a-gainAnd wel-come fat in as our friendAnd hug that soft-ness to our breastKnow-ing it too can be the best. REPEAT CHORUS (with different ending)   [MY STANDARD DISCLAIMER: FIRST OF ALL, the best sounding of my songs got posted FIRST so if you're gonna listen to any, please start there (further down) instead of with the first ones you see here! My songwriting and performing is all about the therapeutic process and not good songwriting and certainly not good singing.] A little 'corny', this song did wonders for my 'fat depression'!  i had gastric bypass soon after.  haha  though still a 'big girl' in society's eyes,  i want to say i truly love the squishy, silky, softness of my fat, the FEEL of it.  too bad all the prejudice keeps most others from appreciating this 'light' side of fat too.   A poem to go along with the song:THOSE BIG AMONG US        Your prejudice quietly leaks from your pores as you claim you are not prejudice..You don't dare say Fag  Or KikeOr Jap Or Whop Or Nigger these days.Yet, I hear you sayFat PigLard AssGluttonSlobFatsoAs though those words don't sting usThose among us who are BIG I am BIG.I am healthy.I am alive.......more alive than most of you who fling your hate words.... at usThose among us who are BIGI get to live with you every day.  Every dayas you sayFat PigLard AssGluttonSlobFatsoAs though those words don't sting usThose among us who are BIG                                        dnt  12/2/93   FAT I’m so tired of be-in’ fatThe world says this ain’t where it’s atI try and try, then try some moreIt’s worse than if I were a whore. Maybe ‘This’ will take it off..those places round & sweet & softor may-be ‘That’ would do the tricke-ven if it makes me sick._______________________________CHORUS:I wish we all would let it goSo fat’s not seen as such a foeGood people cry, and die each dayTry-ing hard to look ‘That Way’. Shed those pounds and suck it in.Join the ranks of gaunt and thin.Cush-y bod-ies just aren’t ‘seen’Shame on us!  We’re dumb &  mean! On Last Chorus Only:  Yeah, all pre-ju-dice is mean!!All pre-ju-dice is dumb & mean!!!______________________________ Verse 2:Pump-ing iron just ain’t my thingI’d rath-er work and rest and sing.I’m sick of look-ing in-to eyes (including mine!)At judge-ments we just can’t dis-quise. How can we think it’s ‘Looks’ that ruleWhen do-ing so is dumb & cruelIn-side I know what’s true and rightAnd yet I just keep up this fight. REPEAT CHORUS Verse 3:There was a time when fat was ‘in’It wasn’t looked at as a sinThere was respect for every sizeYou could be fat, and win the prize. I won-der if we’ll shift a-gainAnd wel-come fat in as our friendAnd hug that soft-ness to our breastKnow-ing it too can be the best. REPEAT CHORUS (with different ending)  uploaded by at http://www.ithou.org  [MY STANDARD DISCLAIMER: FIRST OF ALL, the best sounding of my songs got posted FIRST so if you're gonna listen to any, please start there (further down) instead of with the first ones you see here! My songwriting and performing is all about the therapeutic process and not good songwriting and certainly not good singing.] A little 'corny', this song did wonders for my 'fat depression'!  i had gastric bypass soon after.  haha  though still a 'big girl' in society's eyes,  i want to say i truly love the squishy, silky, softness of my fat, the FEEL of it.  too bad all the prejudice keeps most others from appreciating this 'light' side of fat too.   A poem to go along with the song:THOSE BIG AMONG US        Your prejudice quietly leaks from your pores as you claim you are not prejudice..You don't dare say Fag  Or KikeOr Jap Or Whop Or Nigger these days.Yet, I hear you sayFat PigLard AssGluttonSlobFatsoAs though those words don't sting usThose among us who are BIG I am BIG.I am healthy.I am alive.......more alive than most of you who fling your hate words.... at usThose among us who are BIGI get to live with you every day.  Every dayas you sayFat PigLard AssGluttonSlobFatsoAs though those words don't sting usThose among us who are BIG                                        dnt  12/2/93   FAT I’m so tired of be-in’ fatThe world says this ain’t where it’s atI try and try, then try some moreIt’s worse than if I were a whore. Maybe ‘This’ will take it off..those places round & sweet & softor may-be ‘That’ would do the tricke-ven if it makes me sick._______________________________CHORUS:I wish we all would let it goSo fat’s not seen as such a foeGood people cry, and die each dayTry-ing hard to look ‘That Way’. Shed those pounds and suck it in.Join the ranks of gaunt and thin.Cush-y bod-ies just aren’t ‘seen’Shame on us!  We’re dumb &  mean! On Last Chorus Only:  Yeah, all pre-ju-dice is mean!!All pre-ju-dice is dumb & mean!!!______________________________ Verse 2:Pump-ing iron just ain’t my thingI’d rath-er work and rest and sing.I’m sick of look-ing in-to eyes (including mine!)At judge-ments we just can’t dis-quise. How can we think it’s ‘Looks’ that ruleWhen do-ing so is dumb & cruelIn-side I know what’s true and rightAnd yet I just keep up this fight. REPEAT CHORUS Verse 3:There was a time when fat was ‘in’It wasn’t looked at as a sinThere was respect for every sizeYou could be fat, and win the prize. I won-der if we’ll shift a-gainAnd wel-come fat in as our friendAnd hug that soft-ness to our breastKnow-ing it too can be the best. REPEAT CHORUS (with different ending)  3:56 Mon, 09 Apr 2007 04:20:38 -0400 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/2161 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/2161 Jackson Browne Sleep's Dark and Silent Gate Jackson Browne uploaded by at http://www.ithou.org 2:37 Fri, 08 Jun 2007 12:00:22 -0400 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1440 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1440 George Harrison Here Comes the Sun George Harrison uploaded by at http://www.ithou.org 3:29 Tue, 13 Mar 2007 15:52:45 -0400 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1685 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1685 Dorothy N Thomas Paradox (To 'God') Dorothy N Thomas [MY STANDARD DISCLAIMER: FIRST OF ALL, the best sounding of my songs got posted FIRST so if you're gonna listen to any, please start there (further down) instead of with the first ones you see here! My songwriting and performing is all about the therapeutic process and not good songwriting and certainly not good singing.]This song was written to that 'source with no name'  i call 'God'.   i like maslow's definition of God.  He spoke of God: "not as a person, but as a force, a principle, a gestalt-quality of the whole of Being, an integrating power that expresses the unity and therefore the meaningfulness of the cosmos, the dimension of depth."  so although i know this 'source' is not a man, i still choose to 'personalize' 'God' sometimes to make communication with and about that source easier somehow.  'Paradox' was written to 'that which I call God', though it's  easy for people to think it's about some guy!   PARADOX Verse:You are my in-spir-a-tionYou are my shin-ing lightYou are the star that guides meToward what’s real and ever bright_____________________________________Chorus:Through the dark-ness, doubts, and sor-rowsThrough the bram-bles and, through the mudTak-ing steps where once I fal-teredKnow-ing you are by my side_____________________________________Verse:You are the love I longed forYou are my dream come trueYou are my ground, my shel-terI am noth-ing with-out you_____________________________________Chorus:Temp-est rag-es, dark em-brac-esWa-ter swirls a-bove my headI reach out with trust in-side meKnow-ing you are wait-ing there._____________________________________Verse:If I’m a-lone for-ev-erI don’t mind, I’ll be al-rightFor you’ve open-ed up my vi-sionGiv-ing me e-ter-nal sight._____________________________________Last Chorus:Life and death are both the same nowJoy and sor-row, peace and warLove and anger walk to-geth-erSaying ‘Yes!’ to who we are. We must hon-or who we truly are.And para-dox is part of who we are.So many ‘people’ make up who we are.And yet we’re no-thing that we think we are. [MY STANDARD DISCLAIMER: FIRST OF ALL, the best sounding of my songs got posted FIRST so if you're gonna listen to any, please start there (further down) instead of with the first ones you see here! My songwriting and performing is all about the therapeutic process and not good songwriting and certainly not good singing.]This song was written to that 'source with no name'  i call 'God'.   i like maslow's definition of God.  He spoke of God: "not as a person, but as a force, a principle, a gestalt-quality of the whole of Being, an integrating power that expresses the unity and therefore the meaningfulness of the cosmos, the dimension of depth."  so although i know this 'source' is not a man, i still choose to 'personalize' 'God' sometimes to make communication with and about that source easier somehow.  'Paradox' was written to 'that which I call God', though it's  easy for people to think it's about some guy!   PARADOX Verse:You are my in-spir-a-tionYou are my shin-ing lightYou are the star that guides meToward what’s real and ever bright_____________________________________Chorus:Through the dark-ness, doubts, and sor-rowsThrough the bram-bles and, through the mudTak-ing steps where once I fal-teredKnow-ing you are by my side_____________________________________Verse:You are the love I longed forYou are my dream come trueYou are my ground, my shel-terI am noth-ing with-out you_____________________________________Chorus:Temp-est rag-es, dark em-brac-esWa-ter swirls a-bove my headI reach out with trust in-side meKnow-ing you are wait-ing there._____________________________________Verse:If I’m a-lone for-ev-erI don’t mind, I’ll be al-rightFor you’ve open-ed up my vi-sionGiv-ing me e-ter-nal sight._____________________________________Last Chorus:Life and death are both the same nowJoy and sor-row, peace and warLove and anger walk to-geth-erSaying ‘Yes!’ to who we are. We must hon-or who we truly are.And para-dox is part of who we are.So many ‘people’ make up who we are.And yet we’re no-thing that we think we are. uploaded by at http://www.ithou.org [MY STANDARD DISCLAIMER: FIRST OF ALL, the best sounding of my songs got posted FIRST so if you're gonna listen to any, please start there (further down) instead of with the first ones you see here! My songwriting and performing is all about the therapeutic process and not good songwriting and certainly not good singing.]This song was written to that 'source with no name'  i call 'God'.   i like maslow's definition of God.  He spoke of God: "not as a person, but as a force, a principle, a gestalt-quality of the whole of Being, an integrating power that expresses the unity and therefore the meaningfulness of the cosmos, the dimension of depth."  so although i know this 'source' is not a man, i still choose to 'personalize' 'God' sometimes to make communication with and about that source easier somehow.  'Paradox' was written to 'that which I call God', though it's  easy for people to think it's about some guy!   PARADOX Verse:You are my in-spir-a-tionYou are my shin-ing lightYou are the star that guides meToward what’s real and ever bright_____________________________________Chorus:Through the dark-ness, doubts, and sor-rowsThrough the bram-bles and, through the mudTak-ing steps where once I fal-teredKnow-ing you are by my side_____________________________________Verse:You are the love I longed forYou are my dream come trueYou are my ground, my shel-terI am noth-ing with-out you_____________________________________Chorus:Temp-est rag-es, dark em-brac-esWa-ter swirls a-bove my headI reach out with trust in-side meKnow-ing you are wait-ing there._____________________________________Verse:If I’m a-lone for-ev-erI don’t mind, I’ll be al-rightFor you’ve open-ed up my vi-sionGiv-ing me e-ter-nal sight._____________________________________Last Chorus:Life and death are both the same nowJoy and sor-row, peace and warLove and anger walk to-geth-erSaying ‘Yes!’ to who we are. We must hon-or who we truly are.And para-dox is part of who we are.So many ‘people’ make up who we are.And yet we’re no-thing that we think we are. 3:12 Mon, 09 Apr 2007 04:36:07 -0400 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/2162 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/2162 Jackson Browne These Days Jackson Browne uploaded by at http://www.ithou.org 4:43 Fri, 08 Jun 2007 12:02:54 -0400 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/2876 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/2876 Jackson Browne Rock Me on the Water Jackson Browne For the earthquake... For the earthquake... uploaded by at http://www.ithou.org For the earthquake... 4:14 Tue, 30 Oct 2007 23:45:12 -0400 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1686 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1686 Dorothy N Thomas Mr. Hyde Dorothy N Thomas  [MY STANDARD DISCLAIMER: FIRST OF ALL, the best sounding of my songs got posted FIRST so if you're gonna listen to any, please start there (further down) instead of with the first ones you see here! My songwriting and performing is all about the therapeutic process and not good songwriting and certainly not good singing.]Mr. Hyde is a ‘Gestalt Therapy' song in which I am singing TO an 'ex' of mine ABOUT the part of him I called ‘Mr. Hyde’.  That's why there are both 'you's' and  'he's' even though I'm talking to/about the same person.  It was amazing that after writing this song, and singing it a few times, I let go of ALL the resentment I still carried.  And it's stayed gone all these years.  We're loving friends again!MR. HYDEWhat would you say to meIf you gave up all de-fen-se?What would you say to meThat could pos-sib-ly make sen-se?Of the way you treat-ed meWhen you were Mr. Hy-deCold and dis-tant….freez-ing my loveTil it could not sur-viveI want you to knowThe damage this part of you didDrilling to the corewhere my self-doubt quiet-ly hidWeaving lies that even you be-lievedAs he bull-ied me a-whi-leNever stop-ping when I asked him toSometimes drunk, and e-ven vi-leIt really wasn’t the things he didIt was your lack of all re-morseNever saying you were sor-ry orOwn-ing up to his dark forceI  thank God he’s goneAnd that he nev-er will re-turnI am heal-ing stillFrom the lack of your con-cernI’m not play-ing vic-tim hereI know there’s dark-ness that was mi-neBut this part has  ling-ered onAnd made it hard for me to fi-ndThat cer-tain peace that al-ways comesOnce I’ve said what’s in my heartAnd I’ve never said this quite so strongI wish I had right from the startSo now I hope my heart will healBy let-ting go of this I ho-ldLet-ting go and let-ting GodSince my truth has now been toldLet-ting go and let-ting GodLet-ting go and let-ting GodLet-ting go and let-ting GodGod…..God…..  [MY STANDARD DISCLAIMER: FIRST OF ALL, the best sounding of my songs got posted FIRST so if you're gonna listen to any, please start there (further down) instead of with the first ones you see here! My songwriting and performing is all about the therapeutic process and not good songwriting and certainly not good singing.]Mr. Hyde is a ‘Gestalt Therapy' song in which I am singing TO an 'ex' of mine ABOUT the part of him I called ‘Mr. Hyde’.  That's why there are both 'you's' and  'he's' even though I'm talking to/about the same person.  It was amazing that after writing this song, and singing it a few times, I let go of ALL the resentment I still carried.  And it's stayed gone all these years.  We're loving friends again!MR. HYDEWhat would you say to meIf you gave up all de-fen-se?What would you say to meThat could pos-sib-ly make sen-se?Of the way you treat-ed meWhen you were Mr. Hy-deCold and dis-tant….freez-ing my loveTil it could not sur-viveI want you to knowThe damage this part of you didDrilling to the corewhere my self-doubt quiet-ly hidWeaving lies that even you be-lievedAs he bull-ied me a-whi-leNever stop-ping when I asked him toSometimes drunk, and e-ven vi-leIt really wasn’t the things he didIt was your lack of all re-morseNever saying you were sor-ry orOwn-ing up to his dark forceI  thank God he’s goneAnd that he nev-er will re-turnI am heal-ing stillFrom the lack of your con-cernI’m not play-ing vic-tim hereI know there’s dark-ness that was mi-neBut this part has  ling-ered onAnd made it hard for me to fi-ndThat cer-tain peace that al-ways comesOnce I’ve said what’s in my heartAnd I’ve never said this quite so strongI wish I had right from the startSo now I hope my heart will healBy let-ting go of this I ho-ldLet-ting go and let-ting GodSince my truth has now been toldLet-ting go and let-ting GodLet-ting go and let-ting GodLet-ting go and let-ting GodGod…..God….. uploaded by at http://www.ithou.org  [MY STANDARD DISCLAIMER: FIRST OF ALL, the best sounding of my songs got posted FIRST so if you're gonna listen to any, please start there (further down) instead of with the first ones you see here! My songwriting and performing is all about the therapeutic process and not good songwriting and certainly not good singing.]Mr. Hyde is a ‘Gestalt Therapy' song in which I am singing TO an 'ex' of mine ABOUT the part of him I called ‘Mr. Hyde’.  That's why there are both 'you's' and  'he's' even though I'm talking to/about the same person.  It was amazing that after writing this song, and singing it a few times, I let go of ALL the resentment I still carried.  And it's stayed gone all these years.  We're loving friends again!MR. HYDEWhat would you say to meIf you gave up all de-fen-se?What would you say to meThat could pos-sib-ly make sen-se?Of the way you treat-ed meWhen you were Mr. Hy-deCold and dis-tant….freez-ing my loveTil it could not sur-viveI want you to knowThe damage this part of you didDrilling to the corewhere my self-doubt quiet-ly hidWeaving lies that even you be-lievedAs he bull-ied me a-whi-leNever stop-ping when I asked him toSometimes drunk, and e-ven vi-leIt really wasn’t the things he didIt was your lack of all re-morseNever saying you were sor-ry orOwn-ing up to his dark forceI  thank God he’s goneAnd that he nev-er will re-turnI am heal-ing stillFrom the lack of your con-cernI’m not play-ing vic-tim hereI know there’s dark-ness that was mi-neBut this part has  ling-ered onAnd made it hard for me to fi-ndThat cer-tain peace that al-ways comesOnce I’ve said what’s in my heartAnd I’ve never said this quite so strongI wish I had right from the startSo now I hope my heart will healBy let-ting go of this I ho-ldLet-ting go and let-ting GodSince my truth has now been toldLet-ting go and let-ting GodLet-ting go and let-ting GodLet-ting go and let-ting GodGod…..God….. 4:17 Mon, 09 Apr 2007 04:47:09 -0400 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1405 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1405 Ayub Ogada Kothbiro Ayub Ogada I lived in Kenya for a short time. I was treated incredibly well by the tribal peoples I lived with, was touch deeply, and changed for life. This music, by a Kenyan, speaks to me somehow about this fertile time in my life I lived in Kenya for a short time. I was treated incredibly well by the tribal peoples I lived with, was touch deeply, and changed for life. This music, by a Kenyan, speaks to me somehow about this fertile time in my life uploaded by at http://www.ithou.org I lived in Kenya for a short time. I was treated incredibly well by the tribal peoples I lived with, was touch deeply, and changed for life. This music, by a Kenyan, speaks to me somehow about this fertile time in my life 5:37 Tue, 06 Mar 2007 22:27:40 -0500 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/2785 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/2785 John "Broadway" Tucker Straighten It Out John "Broadway" Tucker Live at Esalen - Labor Day 2005 - on the Oval right after Katrina as one can tell from the intro. From one of the last times I played at Esalen. Not the best recording as it's live - and we go really long on it as people were dancing. Sort of like the Dead - only with a groove, a good drummer, a good guitar player, and somebody who can sing... :-)I love Dave Workman's (short) solo on the end. Easy to see why Santana likes him so much (Dave is playing one of Santana's own stage guitars on this that Carlos gave him - pretty cool IMO....)Wendy DeWitt playing organ.   Live at Esalen - Labor Day 2005 - on the Oval right after Katrina as one can tell from the intro. From one of the last times I played at Esalen. Not the best recording as it's live - and we go really long on it as people were dancing. Sort of like the Dead - only with a groove, a good drummer, a good guitar player, and somebody who can sing... :-)I love Dave Workman's (short) solo on the end. Easy to see why Santana likes him so much (Dave is playing one of Santana's own stage guitars on this that Carlos gave him - pretty cool IMO....)Wendy DeWitt playing organ.   uploaded by at http://www.ithou.org Live at Esalen - Labor Day 2005 - on the Oval right after Katrina as one can tell from the intro. From one of the last times I played at Esalen. Not the best recording as it's live - and we go really long on it as people were dancing. Sort of like the Dead - only with a groove, a good drummer, a good guitar player, and somebody who can sing... :-)I love Dave Workman's (short) solo on the end. Easy to see why Santana likes him so much (Dave is playing one of Santana's own stage guitars on this that Carlos gave him - pretty cool IMO....)Wendy DeWitt playing organ.   18:17 Mon, 22 Oct 2007 03:38:28 -0400 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1614 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1614 Joan Baez and Janis Ian Jesse Joan Baez and Janis Ian Who could resist? Two fabulous voices. Who could resist? Two fabulous voices. uploaded by at http://www.ithou.org Who could resist? Two fabulous voices. 4:10 Thu, 05 Apr 2007 23:49:02 -0400 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1712 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1712 Dorothy N Thomas Darkness Decends (To 'God') Dorothy N Thomas MY STANDARD DISCLAIMER: My songwriting and performing is all about the THERAPEUTIC process of it all, not the performance.this was a powerful song for me.  have hardly visited that place since writing the song!  what i loved was the answer at the end.  and it's true!  DARKNESS DECENDSDarkness de-cendsOnce a-gainI am blind……I’ve Lost my mind Tell me how  I get back to youSometimes it’s so clearThen I don’t have a clue. Darkness de-cendsOnce a-gainI am blind……I’veLost my mind I want to get backBack to you Please show me howI’m beggin’ you Darkness de-cendsOnce a-gainDarkness de-cendsOnce a-gain Please tell me howI get back to youHow do I startStart a-new……As Darkness de-cendsOnce a-gain……AsDarkness decends Oh yeah!!!!….........Make dark-ness my friend. MY STANDARD DISCLAIMER: My songwriting and performing is all about the THERAPEUTIC process of it all, not the performance.this was a powerful song for me.  have hardly visited that place since writing the song!  what i loved was the answer at the end.  and it's true!  DARKNESS DECENDSDarkness de-cendsOnce a-gainI am blind……I’ve Lost my mind Tell me how  I get back to youSometimes it’s so clearThen I don’t have a clue. Darkness de-cendsOnce a-gainI am blind……I’veLost my mind I want to get backBack to you Please show me howI’m beggin’ you Darkness de-cendsOnce a-gainDarkness de-cendsOnce a-gain Please tell me howI get back to youHow do I startStart a-new……As Darkness de-cendsOnce a-gain……AsDarkness decends Oh yeah!!!!….........Make dark-ness my friend. uploaded by at http://www.ithou.org MY STANDARD DISCLAIMER: My songwriting and performing is all about the THERAPEUTIC process of it all, not the performance.this was a powerful song for me.  have hardly visited that place since writing the song!  what i loved was the answer at the end.  and it's true!  DARKNESS DECENDSDarkness de-cendsOnce a-gainI am blind……I’ve Lost my mind Tell me how  I get back to youSometimes it’s so clearThen I don’t have a clue. Darkness de-cendsOnce a-gainI am blind……I’veLost my mind I want to get backBack to you Please show me howI’m beggin’ you Darkness de-cendsOnce a-gainDarkness de-cendsOnce a-gain Please tell me howI get back to youHow do I startStart a-new……As Darkness de-cendsOnce a-gain……AsDarkness decends Oh yeah!!!!….........Make dark-ness my friend. 4:07 Tue, 10 Apr 2007 15:44:28 -0400 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/2780 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/2780 Bruce Springsteen Devil's Arcade Bruce Springsteen uploaded by at http://www.ithou.org 5:07 Sun, 21 Oct 2007 23:38:06 -0400 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/749 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/749 The Wailin' Jennys Apocalypse Lullaby The Wailin' Jennys My partner, Michael, actually went to a show recently of the Wailin' Jenny's. Annabelle, one of the three "Jennys" spoke about the beauty that comes from loss. From realizing last moments. The times when you can take in your last breaths, and have gratitude and love for the world and all who dwell. It's her hope that it won't take an apocolypse for love to emerge, but nonetheless, love and hope can emerge, no matter the circumstance. My partner, Michael, actually went to a show recently of the Wailin' Jenny's. Annabelle, one of the three "Jennys" spoke about the beauty that comes from loss. From realizing last moments. The times when you can take in your last breaths, and have gratitude and love for the world and all who dwell. It's her hope that it won't take an apocolypse for love to emerge, but nonetheless, love and hope can emerge, no matter the circumstance. uploaded by at http://www.ithou.org My partner, Michael, actually went to a show recently of the Wailin' Jenny's. Annabelle, one of the three "Jennys" spoke about the beauty that comes from loss. From realizing last moments. The times when you can take in your last breaths, and have gratitude and love for the world and all who dwell. It's her hope that it won't take an apocolypse for love to emerge, but nonetheless, love and hope can emerge, no matter the circumstance. 4:10 Thu, 02 Nov 2006 00:57:19 -0500 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1416 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1416 The Beatles All You Need Is Love The Beatles uploaded by at http://www.ithou.org 3:48 Thu, 08 Mar 2007 14:36:25 -0500 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1646 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1646 Leon Russell The Ballad of Mad Dogs and Englishmen Leon Russell I saw a movie that I think may have been called Mad Dogs and Englishmen...I've referred to this before...Varsity Theater, Palo Alto back in the beginning of time...It was Good Friday. I was with a friend and she and I chose an altered state that day...I had to go home for Passover Seder. In the movie Leon said, "It's a good day for a Bad Friday and a bad day for a Good Friday..." It has certainly stayed with me. Here is a piece that relates to those days...1971 perhaps? Isn't that my touchstone year?Submitted with Love and some residual Flower Power, Mindy I saw a movie that I think may have been called Mad Dogs and Englishmen...I've referred to this before...Varsity Theater, Palo Alto back in the beginning of time...It was Good Friday. I was with a friend and she and I chose an altered state that day...I had to go home for Passover Seder. In the movie Leon said, "It's a good day for a Bad Friday and a bad day for a Good Friday..." It has certainly stayed with me. Here is a piece that relates to those days...1971 perhaps? Isn't that my touchstone year?Submitted with Love and some residual Flower Power, Mindy uploaded by at http://www.ithou.org I saw a movie that I think may have been called Mad Dogs and Englishmen...I've referred to this before...Varsity Theater, Palo Alto back in the beginning of time...It was Good Friday. I was with a friend and she and I chose an altered state that day...I had to go home for Passover Seder. In the movie Leon said, "It's a good day for a Bad Friday and a bad day for a Good Friday..." It has certainly stayed with me. Here is a piece that relates to those days...1971 perhaps? Isn't that my touchstone year?Submitted with Love and some residual Flower Power, Mindy 4:04 Sat, 07 Apr 2007 16:04:01 -0400 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/2267 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/2267 Bette Midler From a Distance Bette Midler From a Distance From a Distance uploaded by at http://www.ithou.org From a Distance 4:38 Sat, 30 Jun 2007 21:23:06 -0400 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1590 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1590 The Hollies It's In Everyone Of Us The Hollies Been trying to find this 'Hollies' version as an mP3 forever.  finally bought an imported cd.  great album altogether.  Been trying to find this 'Hollies' version as an mP3 forever.  finally bought an imported cd.  great album altogether.  uploaded by at http://www.ithou.org Been trying to find this 'Hollies' version as an mP3 forever.  finally bought an imported cd.  great album altogether.  4:39 Tue, 03 Apr 2007 16:12:24 -0400 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1648 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1648 A sweeter side of Tupelo... A sweeter side of Tupelo... uploaded by at http://www.ithou.org A sweeter side of Tupelo... 6:54 Sat, 07 Apr 2007 21:10:13 -0400 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/2353 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/2353 Johnny Cash Bridge Over Troubled Water Johnny Cash One of his later recordings...amazing heart. One of his later recordings...amazing heart. uploaded by at http://www.ithou.org One of his later recordings...amazing heart. 3:55 Fri, 20 Jul 2007 22:49:06 -0400 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1995 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1995 Kinks You Really Got Me Kinks Feel good music. Feel good music. uploaded by at http://www.ithou.org Feel good music. 2:15 Tue, 08 May 2007 11:51:16 -0400 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1678 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1678 Dorothy N Thomas Daddy Died Dorothy N Thomas this is a VERY BIG stretch for me, posting one of my own songs.  albert was around for much of my songwriting days and understands (as i explained ad-nauseam at the time) that my songwriting and performing is all about the therapeutic process and not good songwriting and certainly not good singing.  truly, no other therapeutic 'tool' has ever healed parts of me so deep and so quickly as this tool has.  i hope songwriting comes back around for me again (been on the back burner for a few years now).  i could write a song about an issue and the issue would 'poof', disappear.  many of the issues never to appear again or to be MUCH less so  (like grief over my dad lessened, while LOTS to do with relationship resentment,  loneliness, etc. all but disappeared due to a few songs.)  i wrote this song during my first jimmie dale gilmore workshop.  it helped lift many layers of grief i was carrying. i was at esalen working when my dad died. one more story about this:  there's a corny, but true, verse in this song about my dad's 'old spice' handkerchief.  at the time i wrote this i was living at esalen and two esalen children, emilio and amanacer, used to come down to my house, especially on saturday mornings, and hang out.  for some reason emilio (and amanacer, though less so) was nuts over my dad, even though he was dead and he'd never met him.  he LOVED my handkerchief with my dad's smell and always wanted to smell it.  i had this little 'grief altar' set up.  i LOVED it that they both cared that my dad had died.  they sincerely did and i will never lose my gratitude toward them for their genuine care and concern and support.  thanks emilio and amanacer!! DADDY DIEDDaddy died on a Saturdayit was 6 o’clock my timeI was sittin’ at my desk at workwith the doctor on the lineShe said "Looks like any minute nowlet me go be by his side."I said "Yes, but please don’t hang up this phonethen I put down my head and cried_______________________________________Chorus:I cried "Daddy I am with you,It’s okay for you to goJust lay down your pain and sorrowRest in peace forevermore."_______________________________________Verse 2:Anyone can be a fatherI once heard someone sayBut to be somebody’s Daddyone must have a special waySo I thank you for your goodnessand I thank you for your heartAnd I thank you for your welcomeright from the very startWhenever I get lonelyWhenever I get blueI can smell your ‘Old Spice Hanky’and feel I’m close to you.______________________________________Chorus:I cry "Daddy I am with you, It’s okay you had to goPeaceful journey, God be with youDon’t forget I love you so.Don’t forget I love you so. this is a VERY BIG stretch for me, posting one of my own songs.  albert was around for much of my songwriting days and understands (as i explained ad-nauseam at the time) that my songwriting and performing is all about the therapeutic process and not good songwriting and certainly not good singing.  truly, no other therapeutic 'tool' has ever healed parts of me so deep and so quickly as this tool has.  i hope songwriting comes back around for me again (been on the back burner for a few years now).  i could write a song about an issue and the issue would 'poof', disappear.  many of the issues never to appear again or to be MUCH less so  (like grief over my dad lessened, while LOTS to do with relationship resentment,  loneliness, etc. all but disappeared due to a few songs.)  i wrote this song during my first jimmie dale gilmore workshop.  it helped lift many layers of grief i was carrying. i was at esalen working when my dad died. one more story about this:  there's a corny, but true, verse in this song about my dad's 'old spice' handkerchief.  at the time i wrote this i was living at esalen and two esalen children, emilio and amanacer, used to come down to my house, especially on saturday mornings, and hang out.  for some reason emilio (and amanacer, though less so) was nuts over my dad, even though he was dead and he'd never met him.  he LOVED my handkerchief with my dad's smell and always wanted to smell it.  i had this little 'grief altar' set up.  i LOVED it that they both cared that my dad had died.  they sincerely did and i will never lose my gratitude toward them for their genuine care and concern and support.  thanks emilio and amanacer!! DADDY DIEDDaddy died on a Saturdayit was 6 o’clock my timeI was sittin’ at my desk at workwith the doctor on the lineShe said "Looks like any minute nowlet me go be by his side."I said "Yes, but please don’t hang up this phonethen I put down my head and cried_______________________________________Chorus:I cried "Daddy I am with you,It’s okay for you to goJust lay down your pain and sorrowRest in peace forevermore."_______________________________________Verse 2:Anyone can be a fatherI once heard someone sayBut to be somebody’s Daddyone must have a special waySo I thank you for your goodnessand I thank you for your heartAnd I thank you for your welcomeright from the very startWhenever I get lonelyWhenever I get blueI can smell your ‘Old Spice Hanky’and feel I’m close to you.______________________________________Chorus:I cry "Daddy I am with you, It’s okay you had to goPeaceful journey, God be with youDon’t forget I love you so.Don’t forget I love you so. uploaded by at http://www.ithou.org this is a VERY BIG stretch for me, posting one of my own songs.  albert was around for much of my songwriting days and understands (as i explained ad-nauseam at the time) that my songwriting and performing is all about the therapeutic process and not good songwriting and certainly not good singing.  truly, no other therapeutic 'tool' has ever healed parts of me so deep and so quickly as this tool has.  i hope songwriting comes back around for me again (been on the back burner for a few years now).  i could write a song about an issue and the issue would 'poof', disappear.  many of the issues never to appear again or to be MUCH less so  (like grief over my dad lessened, while LOTS to do with relationship resentment,  loneliness, etc. all but disappeared due to a few songs.)  i wrote this song during my first jimmie dale gilmore workshop.  it helped lift many layers of grief i was carrying. i was at esalen working when my dad died. one more story about this:  there's a corny, but true, verse in this song about my dad's 'old spice' handkerchief.  at the time i wrote this i was living at esalen and two esalen children, emilio and amanacer, used to come down to my house, especially on saturday mornings, and hang out.  for some reason emilio (and amanacer, though less so) was nuts over my dad, even though he was dead and he'd never met him.  he LOVED my handkerchief with my dad's smell and always wanted to smell it.  i had this little 'grief altar' set up.  i LOVED it that they both cared that my dad had died.  they sincerely did and i will never lose my gratitude toward them for their genuine care and concern and support.  thanks emilio and amanacer!! DADDY DIEDDaddy died on a Saturdayit was 6 o’clock my timeI was sittin’ at my desk at workwith the doctor on the lineShe said "Looks like any minute nowlet me go be by his side."I said "Yes, but please don’t hang up this phonethen I put down my head and cried_______________________________________Chorus:I cried "Daddy I am with you,It’s okay for you to goJust lay down your pain and sorrowRest in peace forevermore."_______________________________________Verse 2:Anyone can be a fatherI once heard someone sayBut to be somebody’s Daddyone must have a special waySo I thank you for your goodnessand I thank you for your heartAnd I thank you for your welcomeright from the very startWhenever I get lonelyWhenever I get blueI can smell your ‘Old Spice Hanky’and feel I’m close to you.______________________________________Chorus:I cry "Daddy I am with you, It’s okay you had to goPeaceful journey, God be with youDon’t forget I love you so.Don’t forget I love you so. in memoriam in memoriam 3:25 Mon, 09 Apr 2007 02:35:51 -0400 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1679 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1679 Dorothy N Thomas Back To Me Dorothy N Thomas This is a more 'fun' song (many of my songs are slow and somewhat 'heavy'). This felt like it came straight out of the 'oldies' period. hahaLyrics:BACK TO MEIt’s a se-cond windComin’ back to me  aSe-cond windI hope that you can see I’mComin’ backComin’ on back to MeHm hum hm hum It’s a-nother chanceAnother chance to Be a-nother chanceanother chance to See a-nother chance to come on back to MeHm hum hm hum Well I gave Me upA long time a-go ITurned my back on what wasReal-ly so IGave up claim to my truth and then IPaid the price of that sinSo now I’m Comin’ backComin’ back to Me I’mComin’ backI hope that you can see I’mComin’ backI’m comin’ on back to MeHm hum hm hum Well I ran my life as others Thought I should I be-lieved that doin’ so wouldmake me goodI sadly pushed my Own truth aside Iput on my masks, then I criedBut now I’mComin’ backComin’ back to Me I’m Comin’ backI do want You to see I’m Comin’ backI’m comin’ on back to MeHm hum hm hum This is a more 'fun' song (many of my songs are slow and somewhat 'heavy'). This felt like it came straight out of the 'oldies' period. hahaLyrics:BACK TO MEIt’s a se-cond windComin’ back to me  aSe-cond windI hope that you can see I’mComin’ backComin’ on back to MeHm hum hm hum It’s a-nother chanceAnother chance to Be a-nother chanceanother chance to See a-nother chance to come on back to MeHm hum hm hum Well I gave Me upA long time a-go ITurned my back on what wasReal-ly so IGave up claim to my truth and then IPaid the price of that sinSo now I’m Comin’ backComin’ back to Me I’mComin’ backI hope that you can see I’mComin’ backI’m comin’ on back to MeHm hum hm hum Well I ran my life as others Thought I should I be-lieved that doin’ so wouldmake me goodI sadly pushed my Own truth aside Iput on my masks, then I criedBut now I’mComin’ backComin’ back to Me I’m Comin’ backI do want You to see I’m Comin’ backI’m comin’ on back to MeHm hum hm hum uploaded by at http://www.ithou.org This is a more 'fun' song (many of my songs are slow and somewhat 'heavy'). This felt like it came straight out of the 'oldies' period. hahaLyrics:BACK TO MEIt’s a se-cond windComin’ back to me  aSe-cond windI hope that you can see I’mComin’ backComin’ on back to MeHm hum hm hum It’s a-nother chanceAnother chance to Be a-nother chanceanother chance to See a-nother chance to come on back to MeHm hum hm hum Well I gave Me upA long time a-go ITurned my back on what wasReal-ly so IGave up claim to my truth and then IPaid the price of that sinSo now I’m Comin’ backComin’ back to Me I’mComin’ backI hope that you can see I’mComin’ backI’m comin’ on back to MeHm hum hm hum Well I ran my life as others Thought I should I be-lieved that doin’ so wouldmake me goodI sadly pushed my Own truth aside Iput on my masks, then I criedBut now I’mComin’ backComin’ back to Me I’m Comin’ backI do want You to see I’m Comin’ backI’m comin’ on back to MeHm hum hm hum 1:44 Mon, 09 Apr 2007 03:07:25 -0400 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1502 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1502 James Blunt Goodbye My Lover James Blunt uploaded by at http://www.ithou.org 4:18 Fri, 23 Mar 2007 13:29:26 -0400 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1680 http://www.ithou.org/?q=node/1680 Dorothy N Thomas Loneliness Blessed Dorothy N Thomas [MY STANDARD DISCLAIMER: My songwriting and performing is all about the therapeutic process and not good songwriting and certainly not good singing.] This song 'came to me' while sitting in my hot tub here in Virginia one night. i wasn't even feeling particularly lonely at the time. since writing this, my times of feeling lonely have been much fewer and farther between......which is part of the magic of songwriting for me.although i may put one or two more of my songs on 'The Latest', i am mostly going to post my songs now in MY SOUNDS under my profile AND also to the Usual Suspects (PLEASE don't feel obligated to listen to them all!!!)i'm shocked that i'm feeling moved to post these. i may be very sorry later on but what the hell!! it feels good to share them with people i know can see beyond the surface lack of commercial quality to the therapeutic process that 'born' them, and 'healed' me at the same time. Loneliness BlessedAll my lifeone thing that has endureda feeling so deep and purelone-li-ness. Not lonely for ‘God’Who stays right by my sidebeen here to lead and guideall through these years But ‘she who yearns’….….that girl in-side of menow qui-et and still, you seeas I’ve taught her to be but make no mis-takeher silence is not de-featmaybe yet we will chance to meetour beloved come home. Through my lifeI’ve had my share of painlong days with endless rain….not a sunray in sight Still, every drophas  led me to this shoreo-pened up many doorsin this life of mine A life that is blessednot just with happ-i-nessbut with truth, like this lone-li-nessand other things that are real. It’s liv-ing in truththat helps my Soul sur-vivefeel-ing grateful to be a-live….I know I am blessed. [MY STANDARD DISCLAIMER: My songwriting and performing is all about the therapeutic process and not good songwriting and certainly not good singing.] This song 'came to me' while sitting in my hot tub here in Virginia one night. i wasn't even feeling particularly lonely at the time. since writing this, my times of feeling lonely have been much fewer and farther between......which is part of the magic of songwriting for me.although i may put one or two more of my songs on 'The Latest', i am mostly going to post my songs now in MY SOUNDS under my profile AND also to the Usual Suspects (PLEASE don't feel obligated to listen to them all!!!)i'm shocked that i'm feeling moved to post these. i may be very sorry later on but what the hell!! it feels good to share them with people i know can see beyond the surface lack of commercial quality to the therapeutic process that 'born' them, and 'healed' me at the same time. Loneliness BlessedAll my lifeone thing that has endureda feeling so deep and purelone-li-ness. Not lonely for ‘God’Who stays right by my sidebeen here to lead and guideall through these years But ‘she who yearns’….….that girl in-side of menow qui-et and still, you seeas I’ve taught her to be but make no mis-takeher silence is not de-featmaybe yet we will chance to meetour beloved come home. Through my lifeI’ve had my share of painlong days with endless rain….not a sunray in sight Still, every drophas  led me to this shoreo-pened up many doorsin this life of mine A life that is blessednot just with happ-i-nessbut with truth, like this lone-li-nessand other things that are real. It’s liv-ing in truththat helps my Soul sur-vivefeel-ing grateful to be a-live….I know I am blessed. uploaded by at http://www.ithou.org [MY STANDARD DISCLAIMER: My songwriting and performing is all about the therapeutic process and not good songwriting and certainly not good singing.] This song 'came to me' while sitting in my hot tub here in Virginia one night. i wasn't even feeling particularly lonely at the time. since writing this, my times of feeling lonely have been much fewer and farther between......which is part of the magic of songwriting for me.although i may put one or two more of my songs on 'The Latest', i am mostly going to post my songs now in MY SOUNDS under my profile AND also to the Usual Suspects (PLEASE don't feel obligated to listen to them all!!!)i'm shocked that i'm feeling moved to post these. i may be very sorry later on but what the hell!! it feels good to share them with people i know can see beyond the surface lack of commercial quality to the therapeutic process that 'born' them, and 'healed' me at the same time. Loneliness BlessedAll my lifeone thing that has endureda feeling so deep and purelone-li-ness. Not lonely for ‘God’Who stays right by my sidebeen here to lead and guideall through these years But ‘she who yearns’….….that girl in-side of menow qui-et and still, you seeas I’ve taught her to be but make no mis-takeher silence is not de-featmaybe yet we will chance to meetour beloved come home. Through my lifeI’ve had my share of painlong days with endless rain….not a sunray in sight Still, every drophas  led me to this shoreo-pened up many doorsin this life of mine A life that is blessednot just with happ-i-nessbut with truth, like this lone-li-nessand other things that are real. It’s liv-ing in truththat helps my Soul sur-vivefeel-ing grateful to be a-live….I know I am blessed. 3:37 Mon, 09 Apr 2007 03:22:07 -0400