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Thread #55149   Message #875314
Posted By: Genie
26-Jan-03 - 03:07 PM
Thread Name: Mudcat CD Orchid: Liner Notes PermaThread
Subject: Mudcat CD Orchid: The Creek - Paul G.
The Creek   (Paul Garfinkel © 2000 - Blind Fish Music, BMI)
The Ashley Gang -  www.ashleygang.com - [Paul G. (Paul Garfinkel) - guitar, lead vocal; Al Scortino - guitar; Kay Garfinkel - flute; Michelle Lowe - bass, harmony vocal;  Norm McDonald - percussion, harmony vocal]
 
"This is a song about Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings who lived in Cross Creek Florida (where Lochloosa and Orange Lakes come closest together) & Marjory Stoneman Douglas, who lived near the Everglades.  Rawlings won the Pulitzer Prize (literature) for "The Yearling".  Douglas wrote "River of Grass."   One of Rawlings' short stories is titled "Jacob's Ladder" -- a favorite of mine.  "The Creek" was named Best New Florida Song in 1999 by the Will McLean Foundation." - pg

Marjorie sits on her porch, and it's morning,
Chasing the words that spin 'round in her head.
Life at the creek can explode without warning,
Turned on a phrase that some neighbor had said.
 
Life is a joy between birthing and dying,
Crackers, black faces, and white jasmine blooms.
Living is hard, but we soar in the trying.
Between the swamp and the scrub now there's plenty of room.

 Where Lochloosa and Orange Lake come closest together,
 Where pictures are painted on words that we speak,
 We suffer our neighbors, our crops and the weather,
 But living's like heaven out here at the creek.

Marjorie stands where the grass flows like rivers,
Where birds fly like angels untouched by the sun.
She thinks about progress; the thought makes her shiver.
How swift will her river of grass need to run?

Now, joy is the life between marshes and mangroves,
Gators and wildcats and white jasmine blooms.
Living is hard, but we're judged in the trying.
Between the cane and the trail, now there isn't much room.

Where the straits and the keys come closest together.
Where pictures are painted on Florida Bay,
We suffer the cattle, the roads and the orange groves,
But living's like heaven out here in the Glades.

Beyond Marjorie's window the magnolia still grows,
And its blossom's still placed on the table inside.
She looks for her sister she never did know,
And they sail on her river of grass, side by side.

Where Lochloosa and Orange Lake come closest together,
Where pictures are painted on words that we speak,
We suffer our neighbors, our crops and the weather,
But living's like heaven out here at the creek.
Living's like heaven out here at the creek.

We are climbing Jacob's Ladder,  We are climbing Jacob's Ladder
We are climbing Jacob's Ladder,  Soldiers of the cross.