Monthly Archives: April 2015

I Ate the Last Banana

Tasty little things they are,
browning softly in the kitchen sun –
Bringing back memories of such fun…

Mother’s 1960s kitchen sparkles –
waxed floors – hands and knees –
Polished counters if you please…

Chrome coffee pot percolatin’….
Her Aussie teapot whistle-atin’….
The smells, like Pine-Sol and Mr. Clean.

A lovely visit from Miss Jane,
Her crackly voice filled the air –
her smile beaming everywhere…

Here lil’ Johnny, a slice of bread –
covered in butter, sugar, and banana…
It’s such a lovely day, go out and play…

So many pirates came with me…
in those sugar high days…
Chasing the seas of my imagination…

Charlie come to kill me –
in his sneaky little ways –
shooting bullets, throwing grenades…

Climb upon Apollo 11 –
Countdown to coma –
Neil flashing a thumbs-up!

And blast-OFF!

The trip to the store last week –
bent my knees, made me weak.
But sure to get the right amount of bananas.
Too many, you know, they rot.
Not enough and you’ve got –
…….chaos

As I stood choosing my stalk carefully –
some strange woman glared at me – stare-fully…
As though I was sent to earth to annoy her.

Prissy little bitch.
I’ll bet her mother never even gave her –
bread with butter, sugar, and bananas…

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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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Hoosierville

Icy cold rips through my seams –
icicles invade my dreams…
Forever, sometimes, it seems…

Yet awaken new to thawing spring –
finding robins and cardinals on wing –
prancing, so merrily they sing…

Spiders crawl in through the holes –
hidden by last years maple leaves,
crackly brown now, against
the foundation in wet clumps….
my spirit rises, but sumps –
to find a spider in my shoe…

Soon comes the 500 mile race –
parties, people, pretty parades –
Rah! My favorite driver wins –
see him in the palisades….
Drinking milk in the shade…

Summer’s end comes too soon ….
hearing the call of the loons …
Hurry now, hurry now….
They cry, nudging the young –
fly now, fly away….

Last picnic, ears of corn –
roasted in butter – dripping
sticky fingers, taste lingers…

The geese said fare well today.
And now time to close my eyes.
Another year gone by…
Stretching, stretching…
Good winter nod, friend…
’til spring anew….

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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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Mr. Diary 2

Song written and performed by John Richter

Mr. Diary, did you miss me today?
Were you upset about yesterday?
Mr. diary, won’t you just go away?
Yeah I don’t need you no more….

Funny how time passes by
we never realize
all the hurt, all those lies

Don’t need no one to love when you’re all alone
don’t need to be happy, don’t need no home
Mr. Diary, can’t you leave me alone?

I don’t need to read about yesterdays
or back in those happier days
when love ruled the day

Mr. Diary, won’t you leave me alone?
Can’t you just go away!
I don’t need to hear about happier days…..

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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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Hold My Hand

Hootie and the Blowfish, 1997


Sung by John Richter

With a little love, and some tenderness
We’ll walk upon the water
We’ll rise above this mess
With a little peace, and some harmony
We’ll take the world together
We’ll take ’em by the hand
‘Cause I’ve got a hand for you
‘Cause I wanna run with you
Yesterday, I saw you standing there
Your head was down, your eyes were red
No comb had touched your hair
I said get up, and let me see you smile
We’ll take a walk together
Walk the road awhile, ’cause
‘Cause I’ve got a hand for you
I’ve got a hand for you
‘Cause I wanna run with you
Won’t you let me run with you? yeah
Hold my hand
Want you to hold my hand
Hold my hand
I’ll take you to a place where you can be
Hold my hand
Anything you wanna be because
I wanna love you the best that, the best that I can
See I was wasted, and I was wasting time
‘Till I thought about your problems, I thought about your crimes
Then I stood up, and then I screamed aloud
I don’t wanna be part of your problems
Don’t wanna be part of your crowd, no
‘Cause I’ve got a hand for you
I’ve got a hand for you
‘Cause I wanna run with you
Ah, won’t you let me run with you?
Hold my hand
Want you to hold my hand
Hold my hand
I’ll take you to the promised land
Hold my hand
Maybe we can’t change the world but
I wanna love you the best that, the best that I can, yeah
Hold my hand
Want you to hold my hand
Hold my hand
I’ll take you to a place where you can be
Hold my hand
Anything you wanna be because
I…Oh…No, No, No, No, No
Hold my hand
Want you to hold my hand
Hold my hand
I’ll take you to the promised land
Hold my hand
Maybe we can’t change the world but
I wanna love you the best that, best that I can
Oh, The best that I can

 


Someone Special 2

(Apologies…  Posted the wrong draft earlier)
Written and Sung by John Richter, April 23rd, 2015 ©

I was laying in bed this morning
waiting for that sun to rise
like it always do
and I was thinking maybe
I could sing this here song to you

But you’re not here now
youve gone off somewhere
somehow, yeah
So I’m laying here wondrin’
If I could sing to someone new

Then I remembered that time
we took that picture
in front of the new car, yeah
with that rabbit fur on, yeah
like if you were special
and yeah, you were special

I was laying in bed this morning
waiting for that sun to rise
like it always do
and I was thinking maybe
I could sing this here song to you

I don’t have time for goodbyes
or to think about all those lies
always wonderin if you love me too
’cause now I know it ain’t true

So I’m gonna wait for the sun to rise
wipe the tears from my eyes
though your face still in my sky
I’m just gonna sing and sing and sing
’til it don’t hurt no more
but it always do

So I need to say Goodbye
Yes I do
I’m gonna tell you anyway
That I love you
Goodbye.

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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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John the Revelator

There’s so many truly American folk songs that I enjoy, because of the sometimes magical sense they can bring into the heart.  Although this one is arguably more late soul or early gospel than folk it still brings chills to me whenever I listen to Son House sing it…  Here’s my little version of it…

You can listen to Son House singing it by clicking here.

[Chorus]
Who’s that writin’? John the Revelator
Tell me who’s that writin’? John the Revelator
Tell me who’s that writin’? John the Revelator
Wrote the book of the seven seals

Who’s that writin’? John the Revelator
Tell me who’s that writin’? John the Revelator
Well who’s that writin’? John the Revelator
Wrote the book of the seven seals

You know God walked down in the cool of the day
Called Adam by his name
And he refused to answer
Because he’s naked and ashamed

[Chorus]

You know Christ had twelve apostles
And three he led away
He said, Watch with me one hour
’till I go yonder and pray.

[Chorus]

Christ came on Easter morning
Mary and Martha came down to see
He said, Go tell my disciples
To meet me in Galilee.


Sitting On the Dock of the Bay

Written by Steve Cropper/Otis Reading

Sung by John Richter, MIDI Cheat

Sittin’ in the mornin’ sun
I’ll be sittin’ when the evenin’ comes
Watchin’ the ships roll in
Then I watch ’em roll away again

I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Watchin’ the tide, roll away
Sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time

Left my home in Georgia
Headed for the Frisco Bay
I had nothin’ to live for
Looks like nothin’s gonna come my way

I’m just sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Watchin’ the tide roll away
Sittin’ on the dock of the bay, wastin’ time

Looks like nothin’s gonna change
Everything, everything remains the same
I can’t do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I’ll just remain the same

I’m sittin’ here restin’ my bones
Two thousand miles, I roam
Just to make this dock my home
I’m just gonna sit, on the dock of the bay

Watchin’ the tide roll away
Sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time…