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Tonight’s selection comes from one of the the most amazing musician/pianist/song writers of our generation. His ability to blend classical styles with pop and jazz while adding poignant lyrics has earned him the love and respect of not just fans but countless peers including The Grateful Dead, Bob Dylan, Dave Matthews …

(Just between you and me) it’s been a tough couple of month across the board. While doing some work on my daughters room when I could finally find some energy, this song popped up on Spotify and I realized how much it summed up me. This “project” isn’t about me; it’s about glorifying beautiful lyrics but this tunes time was here.

The songs he has written for artists such as Don Henley and the songs he has collaborated on with Bonnie Raitt touch me as deeply as any of his own but the beauty and pain in in his piano is what makes him …. well him.

His ability to touch people on so many levels is his true understanding of how to be real. See my previous post for how he touched me last time I saw him live …

Without more, here’s one of my favorite artist. Period.

Without further adieu ….

I’m sitting wondering, watching the parade
In my ever-present chair
People laughing and smiles all around me
Balloons and paper in my hair
There’s a man in a car with the top down
Waving wildly at me
The poor son of a gun, I know he’s thinking
Better him, him than me

I’ve stared down the devil, and had to look away
Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came
Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
That’s alright, I’m a lucky one
Such a fortunate son

I was always taught well, taught well
To be the strong one and keep it inside
But sometimes I sit beside the freeway
And howl out at the dark, dark sky
I might just have to go out and burn one
Have a drink or a few
Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke
And give the old man’s best salute

I’ve stared down the devil, and had to look away
Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came
Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
That’s alright, I’m a lucky one
Such a fortunate son

I might just have to go out and burn one
Have a drink or a few
Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke
And give the old man’s best salute

I’ve stared down the devil, and had to look away
Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came
Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
That’s alright, I’m a lucky one
Such a fortunate son

Fortunate Son – Bruce Hornsby

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