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It just occurred to me that this is two months in a row where the songs dealt with wishing. Hhmmm, how ’bout that then? We could talk all night about wishing and dreaming (and hoping and praying, and anything else Burt and Dionne might warn you against), but there are other matters to address now so let’s save those explorations for another fireside, shall we?

First let me tell you quickly about this song. True, there’s a free acoustic version available as part of the Slave to the Tuna EP. This more electric rendition first appeared on the out-of-print 2001: A Case of the Tea CD, but I’m offering up here the cleaned up version that Jeff Booth so graciously set his knobs to. Considering the state of my timing and singing, I think he pulled it far out of the mire!

Second, I’m stent-free baby, so how ’bout we get a little snow on the Shore, eh?

I WISH IT WOULD SNOW

She said,
“I wish it would snow all winter long
Because I need something fun to tickle my little tongue.
Oh, flurries are fine: dusting my face and glitter my hair,
But they’re infrequent, just like my lovers,
And I’d rather just stay in bed….”

She said,
“I wish I could do whatever it is that you do.”
Well, this forced him to laugh and re-evaluate everything.
“No, don’t wear my shoes: I’m always tripping and stumbling about.
And even though they look like they fit
Well, they’re really far too big….”

I never understood selective generosity
And why does the shame of the past
Govern my thoughts like a fog?

She said,
“I’m waiting for you down by the dock,
And I’m tempted to throw myself in to see what Shelley saw.”
Are kind words enough for someone whose head may burst into flames?
And in her diary the words are all true
But it never seems the same:

I never understood selective generosity
And why does the shame of the past
Govern my thoughts like a fog?

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Pardon me for being an old hippie, but I think that in much the same way Love can wound or heal, Vision can be a prison or it can be freedom. How do you see the grass, Glasshopper?

Er…I mean, how do you see the glass, Grasshopper? Half this or half that?

As an experiment, this song was recorded in Garageband (as opposed to Logic) so that I could reacquaint myself with that astonishingly ubiquitous program.

IF WISHES WERE FISHES

If wishes were fishes
Then dreamers would fish
For wishes and fishes
And dishes delish
And I’d still be in a boat
Out on the ocean

If money was honey
It’d hang from a tree
Like honey but money
And all very free
Would you still stick your paws
Down in my wallet?

Don’t get any ideas about my beehive
Don’t get any ideas about my fish

If oranges were violent
We’d all be surprised
We’d put them in cages
And run for our lives
Maybe they’re not dangerous
Just different

If lovers were dolphins
They’d never say ‘No’
They’d always be happy
And ready to go
Would I keep dangling worms
Into the water?

Don’t get any ideas about my oranges
Don’t get any ideas about my girl

If doctors were lawyers
They’d put us on trial
Disease is illegal
Buy your health in a vial
Maybe we should reassess
Those fishes

If vision was prison
Well maybe it is….

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