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A song about my mother's dad.
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John Kerslake. Singer, songwriter from Sunshine Coast. Always been aware of the magical qualities of music and try to create the same.
It's just me at the moment. I've been writing and performing my own music for about twenty years now with increasing intensity. Sometimes I get lost in the cause in my lyrics, wishing I could get the message of love and peace across. Sometimes I just have fun with my songs. Sometimes I write and sing about the sadness we can experience but I always like to think there's a positive side to all in the end. I also like the attraction of fantasy and have written songs about Faeries, mermaids and even a sorcerer. I can immerse in fantasy but embed messages on life in there. Makes it fun to listen to as well.
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Country • Country General
Charts
#5,171 today Peak #178
#1,875 in subgenre Peak #54
Author
John Kerslake
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John Kerslake
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August 04, 2008
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 4:10
Story behind the song
It's a little of the story I was told about my Grandfather. Thanks to Garry Secretan for keyboard and strings arrangment and guitar solo.
Lyrics
DON NICHOLSON OUT WEST OF THE TOWERS, WHERE THE EARTH MEETS THE SUN HE WAS RAISED AN ORPHAN, WITH HIS BROTHERS HE'D RUN BY THE TIME HE COULD WALK, HE FOUND RIDING MORE FUN MORE WILD THAN HIS HORSES WAS DON NICHOLSON WELL HE GREW UP AND MARRIED A GIRL FROM THE WEST, SHE GAVE HIM FOUR DAUGHTERS, SHE GAVE HIM HER BEST SHE PUT UP WITH HARDSHIP AND BAD TIMES TO COME A WILD YOUNG HUSBAND WAS DON NICHOLSON I REMEMBER A STORY THAT I WAS TOLD 'BOUT MY MOTHERS FATHER WHO NEVER GREW OLD LOST IN THE WILDERNESS OF TIME THE STORY GOES ON, NOW ITS MINE TO TELL HE CROSSED THE POLICE MORE TIMES THAN MOST AND THEY LOCKED HIM AWAY FOR TWO YEARS ON THE COAST THEN HE SETTLED DOWN WITH HIS WOMAN AGAIN HAD THEY TAMED THEY WAYS OF DON NICHOLSON HE STARTED A TRAVELLING BUSINESS OUT WEST FOR THE BUSH WAS HIS LIFE, THOUGH IT GAVE HIM NO REST AS HE FOUGHT THE POOR DAYS, THE DRY AND THE WET THE BUSH TURNED THE BATTLE, HIS TIME WAS SET {chorus} OH THE TREES ARE WISTFUL, AND THE MOUNTAINS ROAR FOR THE FLOODS AND THE LEICHARDT CLAIMED A VICTIM YOU KNOW ALL HIS THIRTY FIVE YEARS, WASHED AWAY IN A STORM OH DON NICHOLSON, THE LAST PAGE HAS BEEN TORN ON THE BANKS OF THE LEICHARDT IN THE STILL OF THE NIGHT YOU CAN STILL HEAR HIM YODEL FOR HIS CHILDREN AND WIFE IN THE SHADE WHERE THE RIVER-GUMS DROOP IN THE HEAT IN DREAMS OF FOREVER, PERHAPS WE WILL MEET Copyright John KERSLAKE 1986
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