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WoW! tanks for posting that. it's his best performance yet. he always chose songs i like and the selection by Antje Duvekot was superb. goodbye Robbo. you always belonged in that song. NOW you're in it... front and center stage... you caffeinated warrior!
i've been a fan of Antje's for years - she's excellent. i remember posting this one she wrote especially for Crocodile after Don died over a decade ago:
fittingly, she's playing two shows in Cambridge at Club Passim on May 18th, the night before rob's memorial service in Concord (15 miles away). ($25 tickets HERE)
perhaps she'll play caffeinated warriors and include "Goodbye Robert Ayers" in the lyrics that evening. i sure would if i were her. here they are... send them to her. :-)
LYRICS:
I settle in rooms, Permeated by the stories of a million strangers, Their ghosts dwell in the fixtures and the walls, And they disappear like the mist As it rises off the highway, Where nights are too quiet and too loud. And they tug at your dreams in the middle of the day, See the devil you know Is plenty better than the devil that you don’t know The stage lights and the miles will never show The riches that they bring you are nothing but trinkets, Mere currency between strangers And if you ever loved me, you will let me go [That line tears my heart out]
[chorus] So, goodbye Antoine de Saint-Exupéry And all you intrepid wanderers Goodbye Amelia and Hemingway, You broken-hearted explorers Goodbye Joan of Arc And all you caffeinated warriors, Goodbye, goodbye to you
I charted my course in Through fields of unfinished cathedrals To the pulsing heady calling of the southern cross I watched it pour like a flood On the surface of Lake Erie, And talkin’ to my GPS, I’ve been talkin’ to God. I suspect it may be written in my blood But these castles of sand Won't stand beyond the Winter And the crow flies On the trail of Evangeline Maybe we wore our hearts too freely On the nights when we were tough, On the marquees of that fleeting drop of time.
So goodbye, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry And all you intrepid wanderers, Goodbye Amelia and Hemingway, You brokenhearted explorers, Goodbye Joan of Arc And all you caffeinated warriors. Goodbye, goodbye to you.
So, goodbye, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry And all you intrepid travelers, Goodbye Virginia and Woody Guthrie, All You weary unravellers, Goodbye Townes Van Zandt And all you damned and dogged ramblers Goodbye, goodbye to you.
Goodbye Robert Ayers, And all you damned and empty-handed gamblers, Goodbye, goodbye to you.
