George Potor plays acoustic guitars and sings
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Story behind the song
I wrote this song for Terri Peterson, my smart, funny, beautiful love.
Lyrics
1
Nothing unusual, something was in the air.
Open doors, the arches near the stairs,
All the twists and turns, they came unplanned,
The time, the place, the light was Terri Ann.
Words, the story of words,
Singers of so many songs,
Most of the music we heard
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Rang true,
As we passed through,
We both knew
We got this, we got this
2
Reading in Russian, voices of Central PA,
Can’t even count all the accents that lit up your face.
Found our place, it was liminal space all the way;
Laughed until the night became the day.
Whip up some Mexican food,
Maybe we’ll call it an art,
We’ll make it with nothing to prove
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3
Dinner at Potorsons, always a lively affair,
Food for thought, a taste will take you there,
Movies and sauces, reductions wherever you look;
Friends in the kitchen raising a glass to the cook.
The cupboards and pantry have grown
Chockfull o’ spices and herbs;
The Leahys, the Farrells are home
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