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Family Tree Leaves - "Live"
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A less-than-semi-autobiographical exercise in genealogy, with a bluegrass flavor.
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I'm retired and living in High Point, NC, with my wife, Carol, an artist. I have been writing songs and music since 2005 and am still learning to play guitar. Many of my songs are Christian contemporary worship songs, and others are pop rock or comedy/novelty pieces. Until I moved to High Point I practiced with an acoustic string band called Bishop's Bridge in Greensboro, NC, that plays mostly Celtic, folk and old time music (Contact Vance Archer at vance_d_archeriii@yahoo.com). The songs on my Band Page were produced in my home studio using PrintMusic and Cubase. I hope you enjoy the result. (Photo: "Can I play too?" Grandson Zain & me on my son Todd's Yamaha, taken in the mid-2000s.)
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Genre
Pop • Dance-Pop
Charts
Peak #164
Peak in subgenre #87
Author
Walt Pilcher
Rights
2008, 2010, Walter H. Pilcher
Uploaded
January 23, 2011
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MP3 1.6 MB • 64 kbps • 3:31
Story behind the song
The song is the story, and I'm stickin' to it. Walt on qwerty keyboard & vocals; Elvis Mallard on guitar, mandolin & vocals; Dell Pecee on fiddle & bass.
Lyrics
Family Tree Leaves Verse 1 My Grandpa was a mailman when stamps were three cents each. He couldn’t read addresses right so they took him off the streets. They promoted him to management, a cushy job downtown, But he couldn’t find his office, and he just walked ‘round and ‘round. Verse 2 My daddy was a lineman in Kentucky before the War. He circuited the county climbing poles to check the power. He never feared the danger posed by live wires in a storm; But he got too close and now he’s toast; you might say he got transformed. Chorus Well, my family tree leaves… a lot to be desired. My great grandpa was not too pleased with the progeny he sired. Each offspring’s life experience worse than the one before. (It’s got short branches on its trunk. Its roots in shifting sands are sunk.) This tree has borne no fruit…, but it’s got nuts galore! Verse 3 My uncle, he was self-employed. Recycling was his game, Collecting cans and bottles for deposits and spare change. Along the roads and highways my green uncle could be seen, Until a speeding hybrid car caused him to be redeemed. Verse 4 And as for me, my history’s no better than the rest. I’m writing songs that no one sings, and often I’m depressed, A hippie in September years remembering what was (Woodstock!), And living on prescription drugs that don’t give me a buzz. (Chorus) Verse 5 But wait… My son, well he’s a lawyer, and before you start to laugh, He does it all pro bono with a dedicated staff. He’s helping other people worse off than you and me (for free), So finally something good has sprung from my nutty family tree. Yeah, finally something good has sprung from my nutty family tree.
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