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All That Glitters (2009 Recording)
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progressive rock vocals folk country original folk rock
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Original songs about religious tolerance and freedom, liberation, independence, peace, and justice -- Jeffersonian in nature.
More recent recordings of these songs, with better arrangements and with more instrumentation, can be heard at http://www.soundclick.com/Jeffers. (Click ) The songs here were his first recording attempts and are just first takes recorded in early 2009 when the now 73 year old artist's health was steadily declining. He felt he was dying, so he finally picked up his guitar again after 26 years of not playing or singing, and recorded as many songs as he could while he could still sing and play just enough to do it. Since then with a new diagnosis and medicines his health improved a bit and he can breathe a bit better, so he has been working, whenever he was able, to improve the recordings and the arrangements, and record them on a better, 8 track digital portable studio recorder. It was kind of touch and go, but when he had relatively good days he did what he could and he finally produced a better 12 song album that he is a little more satisfied with. But, even as they are the songs here also deliver an important and crucial message --- because the lyrics of the songs are even more relevant now than when they were written more than 30 years ago. Please listen to more recent recordings (and two additional songs) by clicking ) Copyright 2002 - 2013 Try Try Again Project (TTAP)
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September 25, 2010
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ALL THAT GLITTERS I was down by the river, lookin' for a heart of gold. A flock was bein' baptized, and the preacher, he was getting old. The banks there were trampled, and the water was brown, And over by the bridge were the ruins of a town. I was out on the street, but few looked me in the eyes. I had burned some bridges, 'stead of dealing with some lies. Some blessed ones took me in, who give all they can. Like a moth loves the light, we love a flash in the pan. Well I heard echoes of time, on every stair. How many songs are there sung to the air? How many bets are laid to a dealer's pat hand? Isn't all that glitters just a flash in the pan? I was deep in the wilderness, alone with the trees. And all day long I went sailing on the breeze. But two steps behind me was the ghost of a woman, And the thrill of my life was just a flash in the pan. So I went out on the desert, to go through my mind, Just to search my soul, to see what I could find. Still over my left shoulder, the ghost of a woman, And the thrill of my life, still a flash in the pan. Well I heard echoes of time, on every stair. How many songs are there sung to the air? How many bets are laid to a dealer's pat hand? Isn't all that glitters just a flash in the pan? Now I love a woman called Wisdom; she's just what I need. She showed me how I should sow this seed. So I just sing my songs, and I'm a one man band. I know what glitters is right here at hand. I still hear echoes of time, but I don't climb stairs. I hope my songs are not sung to the air. I don't lay any bets to a dealer's pat hand. The thrill of a life can be right here at hand. Copyright © 2009 - 2010 Try Try Again Project (TTAP)
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