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Lyrics,
Stories, and Instrument information from the Life
Stages CD
Click on the
title of each song for to read lyrics and the
stories behind each.
Also on this page: Information about
album, the musicians,
and their instruments.
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About
the album:
This album of 20 songs includes
many of Verlene's recent songs, but also several songs
that were written years ago, but that didn't quite fit
the themes of her five previous albums of original
songs. As she was compiling the songs for this album,
she became aware of a theme that would tie them all
together. Many of the recently written songs were
about a new stage in her life, watching aging parents
enter a new stage in their lives. Also included were
songs written for significant occasions throughout
life, such as turning 30, attending high school
reunion, and concerns about the future. The title for
the album, "Life Stages" encompasses all these topics
and more. Next to each song's lyrics you'll find a
story from Verlene about each song and also a list of
the instruments that were used on the recording.
The photo montage on the CD
shows a glimpse into Verlene's musical life stages.
You can see larger versions plus the story behind each
photo on the Life
Stages Photo Album page.
The
musicians are:
Verlene Schermer on all vocals, harps, guitars, piano,
violin, mandolin, hardingfele, nyckelharpa, and drum
machine programming
Linnette Bommarito on flute
Jon Schermer on trombone
Preston Carter on electric bass
Don Frank on drums and percussion
The Musicians' Instruments
Verlene's
instruments:
Triplett Celtic 34 string
harp
Rees "Double Morgan" double strung harp with 58
strings (29 per side)
Stony End "Esabelle" cross- strung harp with 37
strings total, 22 "white keys" and 15 "black keys"
Yamaha P-115 digital
piano
Yamaha PF85 electronic piano
Taylor 514CE steel string
guitar
Martin N-20 nylon string guitar from 1969 (pre-fire)
Reproduction Stradiverius
Violin made in 1723 by an anonymous violin maker
Sebastian Kloz violin made in Germany in 1730
Martin Westermark
nyckelharpa (a Swedish keyed fiddle) made in Sweden
in 2006
Joe Baker hardingfele hardingfele (a Norwegian
fiddle also called a Hardanger fiddle) made by the
American violin maker in the 1990s
Gibson F-4 mandolin made
in 1939
Alesis SR18 drum machine
Linnette's
flute is a silver Prima flute by Sankyo Flute Company
Jon's
trombone is a Selmer Bolero
Preston's basses:
Yamaha TRB4P 4-string electric bass
Yamaha TRB1005 5-string electric bass
Ebony jazz = Unbranded Jazz-style 4-string electric
bass composed of:
• Alder body
• Maple neck with ebony fretboard
• Duncan single-coil pickups
• Bartolini pre-amp
Don played his
studio trap set and a truck full of percussion -- too
many to list. But worth noting is the "garden weasel"
that is literally a garden tool that he found to have
a cool rattle sound.
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Life
Stages
Once I had the title of the
album, I got to thinking about the famous quote "All
the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely
players." The quote comes from Shakespeare's "As You
Like It" and the speech goes on to describe the 7 ages
of man. That concept is what inspired the song "Life
Stages" which I composed in October of 2017.
Verlene: Triplett harp, drum
machine, vocal
Preston: Yamaha 4-string bass
Linnette: flute
Don: percussion
© 2018 Verlene Schermer
We're young and full of hope and
we can't wait to be full grown
We try to prove our worth, and be the best the world
has known
And all the while the little child within us starts to
fade
We step out in the spotlight onto another stage
Life has many stages, we travel
through each one
While time keeps turning pages until the story's done
Each year and every age is just as precious as the
last
And it goes by fast
We take a bow and bask in all
the glory of the show
We're riding high at last and feeling strong in this
new role
But once again the seasons spin into another year
We leave behind the upward climb, retirement is here
Life has many stages, we travel
through each one
While time keeps turning pages until the story's done
Each year and every age is just as precious as the
last
And it goes by fast
The body will betray us but
we'll do the best we can
To honor all life stages, accepting where we stand
And in a while recall the child that never left the
heart
Who in a way, has always played the most important
part
Life has many stages, we travel
through each one
While time keeps turning pages until the story's done
Each year and every age is just as precious as the
last
And it goes by fast
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At
the Heart of Me
I got involved with helping to
find class members for our High School's 30 Year
Reunion, and started reminiscing and musing about why
we felt compelled to meet up after all these years...
I composed this song the morning of the reunion in
October of 2003, and brought my double strung harp
along that evening so I could play it for my
classmates at the reunion.
Verlene: double strung harp,
piano, drum machine, vocal
Preston: Yamaha 4-string bass
Don: percussion
© 2018 Verlene Schermer
Some of you won’t remember me, hey, I don’t remember
some of you
But we all remember the way we were and each event we
were part of
Now we’ve all gone our own direction, but we’ve come
here for re-connection
And now we can look at each other, and say “you’re at
the heart…”
You’re at the heart of me,
You’re at the start of my history
You are a part of the mystery, that makes me who I am
You’re at the heart of me, You’re at the start of my
history
You are a part of the mystery, that makes me who I am
today
Some of us came here to gawk,
some of us came her to be gawked at
Some of us came here just to talk, and some came to
rock the night away
Some of us came here to flirt, some of us came to get
all the dirt
But all of us came here to revert, to a wilder,
simpler day
You’re at the heart of me,
You’re at the start of my history
You are a part of the mystery, that makes me who I am
You’re at the heart of me, You’re at the start of my
history
You are a part of the mystery, that makes me who I am
today
And every time that I hear that
tune
Or catch a whiff of some perfume
I’m taken back to a high school room
And all of you are there
You’re at the heart of me,
You’re at the start of my history
You are a part of the mystery, that makes me who I am
You’re at the heart of me, You’re at the start of my
history
You are a part of the mystery, that makes me
who I am today
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When
You Turn 30
I wrote this song in 1983
when I was about to turn 29. I was starting to panic
that I was not at all where I thought I'd be at that
age... I had recorded it with a few other musicians,
but the album we were putting together never
materialized, so all I had left was a deteriorating
copy on cassette tape. I was hoping to simply find out
who had the original multi-track recording and remix
that, but had no luck, so I re-recorded it in a
different key, and a slightly different vibe -- I like
it even better now! I thought about changing the
lyrics to reflect my current age, but then decided it
was true enough as is... And if you are well past 30
as I am, you are welcome to substitute in your mind
whatever age you think is more relevant to you!
Verlene: piano, Triplett harp,
violin with effects for a rock sound, drum machine,
vocals
Preston: Ebony jazz bass
Don: percussion
© 2018 Verlene Schermer
When you turn thirty
You’re no more immune to poison arrows than you were
at seventeen
When you turn thirty
You’re no more immune to disappointment than at
twenty-three
When you turn thirty, you don’t have it all together
You don’t have it all sewn up, you don’t have all the
answers
When you turn thirty
You’re no less afraid of making errors than you were
when you were eight
When you turn thirty
You’re no less afraid of being human than in seventh
grade
When you turn thirty, you don’t have it all together
You don’t have it all sewn up, you don’t have all the
answers
What’s all this talk about
going over the hill
It feels like I’m climbing still, and there’s far to
go
What’s all this talk about finally being grown up
Tell me when will it happen to me –
when you turn thirty
When you turn thirty, you don’t
have it all together
You don’t have it all sewn up, you don’t have all the
answers
When you turn thirty, you don’t have it all together
You don’t have it all sewn up, you don’t have all the
answers
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Find
Me Time
One day, in 1989, when I had
just finished teaching a vocal lesson in my studio at
Guitar Showcase, a man came in to talk to me. Thinking
he wanted vocal lessons, I got out my calendar, but he
told me that he is going to be a famous country singer
and that all he needs is a hit song. He wanted me to
write him one... I politely told him that I don't
write country music and I especially don't write on
demand, and wouldn't have time to write a song for
him. Then driving home, I started thinking "yeah,
right, find me time to do it..." and this song was
almost completely written in my head by the time I
arrived home! But I still wasn't going to give it to
this guy -- and no, he didn't actually become
famous...
Velene: piano, Taylor guitar,
violin, mandolin, drum machine, vocals
Preston: Ebony jazz bass
Don: percussion
© 2018 Verlene Schermer
Find me time to do it and I’ll
write a song for you
With a fiddle in back playing sweet the whole way
through
A mandolin and a couple a feet holdin’ down the rhythm
and carryin’ the beat
Find me time to do it and I’ll write a song for you
Find me time, find me a little
time
Find me time to do it, and I’ll do it for you
Find me time, find me a little time
Find me time to do it and I’ll write a song for you
Find me time to do it and I’ll
build a house for you
With a big stone hearth in the middle of the living
room
A cozy kitchen with a countryside view, and all the
comforts of a home for two
Find me time to do it and I’ll build a house for
you
Find me time, find me a little
time
Find me time to do it, and I’ll do it for you
Find me time, find me a little time
Find me time to do it and I’ll build a house for you
Well the road has come to own
me, now time’s not mine to spend
I can’t help but think if only I knew what I know back
then
I know I’d do things
diff’rently, I’d save some time for just you and me
Find me time to do it and I’ll sing this song for you
Find me time, find me a little
time
Find me time to do it, and I’ll do it for you
Find me time, find me a little time
Find me time to do it and I’ll sing this song for you
Find me time to do it and I’ll sing this song for you
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Definitions
I wrote this song in 1981 but
made some minor changes to both melody and lyrics in
2018. I have reflected back on this song from time to
time when I hear people making judgments about a
person or a cultural group -- and I use the song to
remind myself that there is more to a person or a
people than my presuppositions...
Verlene: Martin guitar in drop
D tuning, drum machine, vocal
Linnette: flute
Don: percussion
© 2018 Verlene Schermer
I’ve tried to define you
Write you in a paragraph that I can understand
I’ve tried to confine you
Hold you in my hand, keep you from expanding
I’m so afraid to let my
misconceptions go
It’s safer when I think I know it all
And I don’t know what’ll happen if I let perceptions
grow
I like to think that I am in control
But when I define you
I close my eyes to everything but what I want to see
And when I confine you
I’m confining me, thinking I am free
I’m so afraid to let my
misconceptions go
It’s safer when I think I know it all
And I don’t know what’ll happen if I let perceptions
grow
I like to think that I am in control
I’m so afraid to let my
misconceptions go
I’ve brought my definitions to an art
Though I don’t know what’ll happen if I let
perceptions grow
I’d like to learn the knowing of the heart
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Because
You Choose To
I have played my Rees
double-strung harp at Stanford Hospital for patients
at bedside, as well as in units and waiting areas
since 2003. By 2013, I'd had many experiences playing
for patients, some that were always alone in their
rooms, and others who always had a family member or
close friend by their side. What a difference the
support of that primary caregiver made to the
experience of the patient during their
hospitalization! I wanted to sing a song that
honored the caregiver, but couldn't find one that
really expressed it, so, naturally, I wrote one...
Verlene: double-strung harp,
vocal
© 2018 Verlene Schermer
I never chose to be here lying
in this bed
There are many places I’d like to be instead
They tell me I am brave, but I know it’s really you
Cause you don’t have to be here but you choose to
I have the easy part, I sleep
most of the time
You sit beside me now, watching numbers drop and climb
They tell me I am strong, but I know it’s really you
Cause you don’t have to be here but you choose
to
Just come and hold my hand,
listen while I cry
Though I’m not the greatest company, I hope you
realize
I know the price you’re paying by staying by my side
And I hope you know that I know what you do, when
You don’t have to be here but you choose to
They give me medication to
reduce my sense of pain
While you are feeling powerless to make it go away
My friends all wish me well, they should wish the same
for you
Cause you don’t have to be here but you choose
to
Just come and hold my hand,
listen while I cry
Though I’m not the greatest company, I hope you
realize
I know the price you’re paying by staying by my side
And I hope you know I’m grateful that you do, 'cause
You don’t have to be here but you choose to
Now those long, sleepless nights
are telling on you
Don’t forget as you care for me, take care of yourself
too
I know the price you’re paying by staying by my side
And I hope you know I love you, and I know you love me
too
You don’t have to be here but you choose to
No you don’t have to be here but you choose to
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Mystery
I am a huge mystery fan --
books, movies, serials -- and life is a mystery as
well, so this song just sort of bubbled up in 1982 and
has been percolating ever since.
Verlene: piano, Triplett harp,
hardingfele , drum machine, vocals
Jon: trombone
Preston: Yamaha 5-string bass
Don: lots of cool mysterious percussion (including the
garden weasel)
© 1982 Verlene Schermer
Mystery, what places are we
going this time
Mystery, what foreign palace will we visit
Mystery, what peril awaits us just around the bend
Mystery, how often will the tale be twisting
Mystery, what clue will we come close to missing
Mystery, what truth will finally come out in the end
Wait and see, is what you say
to me
Just read on, turn the pages for I must lead on
Finally when you read the end, it'll be timely then…
Mystery, you’ve got me hooked
Mystery, I can’t put this book down
Mystery, you’ve got me hooked
Mystery, I can’t put this book down
Mystery, what fortunes are we
seeking this time
Mystery, what grand eccentric will we visit
Mystery, what damsel in distress will we defend
Mystery, how sudden will the road be twisting
Mystery, what danger will we barely miss, and
Mystery, who shall we be accusing in the end
Wait and see, is what you
always say to me
Just read on, turn the pages for I must lead on
Finally when you read the end, it'll be timely then…
Mystery, you’ve got me hooked
Mystery, I can’t put this book down
Mystery, you’ve got me hooked
Mystery, I can’t put this book down
Mystery, mystery...
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The
Tide
I wrote this song in 2016
when Dad was having to make huge adjustments to living
in a retirement community after Mom passed away. He
would tell people, "This is my daughter -- I used to
help her on the computer, and now she helps me." And
more and more, my sister and I were needed to help him
with things he used to do for himself.
Verlene: Triplett harp,
vocal
Linnette: flute
Preston: Yamaha 4-string bass
Don: drums and percussion
© 2018 Verlene Schermer
One day this small
five-year-old sent Auntie from the door
"Don't talk to strangers" I was told, and I had not
met her before
As I grew older I began to learn how I can tell
A stranger from potential friend -- you taught me very
well.
And the tide would turn eventually, but I could always
tell
How you retained my dignity, but kept me safe as well.
The teenaged me was not afraid
to do things my own way
Though hard to do, you'd let me fail so I could learn
from my mistake
You were a problem solver then -- now I solve problems
too
I'll use the skills you taught me when I'm needed here
with you
'Cause the tide is turning, we can see, and time will
surely tell
How to retain your dignity and keep you safe as well.
It's the little things that aging brings:
Losing things -- like short term memory
Abilities that used to be so easy, slip away slowly
And the tide has turned expectedly, It's time to let
me help
Now, you'll retain your dignity, but I'll keep you
safe as well
Yes, you'll retain your dignity, but I'll keep you
safe as well.
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By
‘80
I wrote this song in 1981
when I realized we'd passed the "future" that I was
always told about... 1980... When we were kids in the
60s we thought we'd be living like the Jetsons by
then! Originally the last line said "95" instead
of "25" but hey, it's my song, I can change the date!
Verlene: piano, Taylor guitar,
violin, drum machine, vocal
Preston: Yamaha 5-string bass
Don: percussion
© 2018 Verlene Schermer
Way back in the 60’s when I was
just a girl
We learned in school about our destiny
They said by 1980, we would have a better world
Many problems solved by our technology
So where’s the cure for cancer
they promised us by ‘80
Where’s the good clean air, tell me where
And where’s the peace and unity they said we’d see by
‘80
Haven’t seen it happen anywhere
Where’s the ghetto answer they
said we’d have by ‘80
Where’s the public shuttle to the moon
Where’s the peace and harmony they promised me by ‘80
Doesn’t seem we’ll see it very soon
Well we still have unemployment
and justice is abused
The rich are getting richer, and the poor still pay
the dues
They still fight among the nations cause no one wants
to lose
And I’m still singing, I’m still singing the blues
Well we still have unemployment
and justice is abused
The rich are getting richer, and the poor still pay
the dues
They still fight among the nations cause no one wants
to lose
And I’m still singing, I’m still singing the blues
Where’s the rapid transit that
can handle it by ‘80
Where’s the pill that keeps us all alive
Haven’t seen no peace and brotherhood – they said we
would by ‘80
Has it been postponed till ‘25?
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I
Wanna Walk With You
I am learning how to have a
lot more patience when I go somewhere with my 89 year
old Dad... I wrote this song in 2018.
Verlene: Triplett harp, vocal
© 2018 Verlene Schermer
I remember redwood trees, hiking
trails and scabby knees
Trying to keep up with Daddy's lengthy stride.
I remember running fast, Daddy turned around at last
Watching me as breathlessly I cried:
Daddy slow down! My legs are
short but yours are long
Daddy slow down, I wanna walk with you
I remember years ago, couldn't
wait 'til I would grow
Tall enough to match my Daddy's rapid pace
Now I tower over him, speed along with lengthy limb
Daddy calls out to me: "Where's the race?"
Daughter slow down! My
legs are weak but yours are strong
Daughter slow down, I wanna walk with you.
Daughter slow down! My
legs are weak but yours are strong
Daughter slow down, I wanna walk with you.
I wanna talk with you, I wanna walk with you.
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Keep
in Touch
When my supervisor at
Stanford Hospital made a career change in 2006, I
wrote this song for her.
Verlene: Triplett harp, vocals
Preston: Ebony jazz bass
Don: percussion
© 2018 Verlene Schermer
This is not goodbye, we have
made a true connection
Even though your life takes you in a new direction
I will miss the day to day, but you won't be far away
This may be a bit cliche:
Keep in touch, there is much we
still can share
Keep in touch, let's do lunch -- say when and where
Keep in touch, you can trust that I'll be there
Let's stay connected, let's keep in touch
You've been carried to this
place, and you've made the right decision
You will need this time and space to pursue a brand
new vision
I wish all the best for you in everything you do
I'd like to hear about it too
Keep in touch, there is much we
still can share
Keep in touch, let's do lunch -- say when and where
Keep in touch, you can trust that I'll be there
Let's stay connected, let's
Keep in touch, there is much we
still can share
Keep in touch, let's do lunch -- say when and where
Keep in touch, you can trust that I'll be there
Let's stay connected, let's keep in touch
Let's keep in touch
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A
Jig in Your Pocket
I published a series of harp
books called "Harp Newbies" and wrote several little
tunes for the books in order to teach progressively
more challenging tunes. At first I didn't give the
little tunes titles, just used them as practice
examples and studies. But this one in particular
called for a title. It was a little jig, so I called
it "A Jig in Your Pocket." Before I completed the
series in early 2018, I found myself singing the
title, and continuing on until I had a complete lyric!
Verlene: Triplett harp, violin,
mandolin, Taylor guitar, nyckelharpa, and bodhran (an
Irish hand drum), vocal
Linnette: flute
Preston: Ebony jazz bass
Don: percussion
© 2018 Verlene Schermer
A jig in your pocket to pull out
for fun,
And to share with all your friends at the setting of
the sun!
With flute and with fiddle and even with drums,
You can play this little tune 'til the morning light
comes!
And when the night's over and
daylight appears
You can put it in your pocket and dry up all your
tears.
And when you would like to replay it again
You can pull it from your pocket and call up a friend!
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Bleeding
Heart
During the last year my
mother was alive, I was helping my Dad "get caught up"
with his mail. Stacks and stacks and stacks
of mail! As we went through each one he had a hard
time letting me help him reduce the stacks to only
important things -- like bills... The bulk of the mail
was from various organizations with "important"
surveys, all asking for money. I suspect that many of
them are scams, and that most of the money he sent
them went into someone's pocket. But with dementia
beginning to set in, he was convinced that he was
helping them decide what they should be doing and that
each and every piece of mail had to be responded to. I
believe it is a form of elder abuse. We finally have
it under control, but as usual, writing a song was the
best way for me to express my frustration. This one
was written in early 2015.
Verlene: piano, Taylor guitar,
"jazz" violin, vocals
Preston: Ebony jazz bass
Don: drums and percussion
© 2015 Verlene Schermer
You are so dear, your concern is
genuine
And you're sincere, and I understand why
You want to do your part to make a difference
But one day, your bleeding heart will bleed you dry
They've got your name, and they
know how to get to you
You're not to blame -- it says "only for your eyes"
This is time sensitive, so make your donation now
One day, your bleeding heart will bleed you dry
One day, your bleeding heart will bleed you dry
They rely upon your aging memory
As they remind you of your recent pledge
You're their selected one, along with any who will
reply
One day, your bleeding heart will bleed you dry
One day, your bleeding heart will bleed you dry
They thank you with another new
calendar
And for your gift of a specified size
You could do so much more to help them do more and
more
One day, your bleeding heart will bleed you dry
One day, your bleeding heart will bleed you dry
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Solitaire
I used to play solitaire with
a deck of cards on the living room floor -- long
before computers and devices had the digital version.
It was not so much about winning the hand, but more
like a way to come at my thoughts from a different
angle. With my focus on something else, creative
solutions could be seen out of the corner of my mind's
eye. I wrote the song initially sometime during the
1990s but never wrote the date down, as the song
wasn't quite finished. It was finally finished in 2018
in time to include on this album!
Verlene: piano, Taylor guitar,
mandolin, cross-strung harp, drum machine, vocal
Jon: trombone
Preston: Yamaha 5-string bass
Don: percussion
© 2018 Verlene Schermer
Lay ‘em down, pretty diamond,
pretty heart
That reminds me, when will I start, believing in my
future
Lay ‘em down, jacks and kings and queen of spades
Line up for the masquerade, where no one shows their
true self
Life is like the way these
cards go down
Not always a winner’s game, and not the loser’s blame
Life is like the way these cards go down
Lay ‘em down, six to seven,
eight to the nine
I can sense things are gonna be fine, but is it fact
or fiction
Lay ‘em down, red and black on white terrain
Colored patterns etched on my brain, the symptoms of
addiction
Life is like the way these
cards go down
Not always a winner’s game, and not the loser’s blame
Life is like the way these cards go down
Lay ‘em down, pretty
diamond, broken heart
That reminds me….
Life is like the way these
cards go down
Not always a winner’s game, and not the loser’s blame
Life is like the way these cards go down
Life is like the way these cards go down
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As
Much As Before
When my Dad was finally
diagnosed with Alzheimer's dementia in 2016, I wrote
this song for him, from all of his children,
grandchildren, and great-grandchildren.
Verlene: Triplett harp, Taylor
guitar, vocal
Preston: Yamaha 4-string bass
Don: percussion
© 2016 Verlene Schermer
We'd like to spend some time
with you, doing things you'd like to do
Reminisce about when we were children
Go to movies or the zoo, watch a sunrise fade to blue
Share our dreams and how we hope to build them
And all you need to do is to be
who you are
The one that we all cherish and adore
And should it be that you can't think of who we are
We'll love you just as much as before.
We know how hard it is for you
giving up what you once knew
Watching as the physical betrays you
Muscles are retiring, neurons are misfiring
But underneath it all, your spirit stays true
All you need to do is to be who
you are
The one that we all cherish and adore
And should it be that you can't think of who we are
We'll love you just as much as before.
You have so much to give, so
much more life to live
And we'll be there to share it all with you
The future is unknown, but you'll never be alone
And when you wonder what you ought to do
Well, all you need to do is to
be who you are
The one that we all cherish and adore
And should it be that you can't think of who we are
We'll love you just as much as before.
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Apparent
In Me
In March, 2018, my cousin,
Robyn, sent a photo she made of herself and her mother
merged together -- half her, and half her mom. She
volunteered to do one of me and my mother. I wrote
this song shortly after she sent my merged photo to
me!
Verlene: Triplett harp, drum
machine, vocals
Linnette: flute
Preston: Yamaha 5-string bass
Don: percussion
© 2018 Verlene Schermer
I used to think I must have been
adopted, I was such an odd kid
Never fitting in
Now I see how much there is of mother, and how much of
father
I carry deep within
Don't get me wrong, I'm still
an individual, still have some residual
Unique qualities
But more and more I see 'em there: eyes, nose, smile,
hair
What I say and what I wear...
My parents are apparent in me
All my life I've tried to
show the world how I'm a special girl, but now
I've been feeling sad
Wondering how much is my decision, am I some revision
Of my mom and dad
Don't get me wrong, I'm still
an individual, still have some residual
Unique qualities
But more and more I see 'em there: eyes, nose, smile,
hair
What I say and what I wear...
My parents are apparent in me
And now I only hope that what's
inherent coming from each parent
Through their DNA
Is a mix of all that I've respected, and that I've
reflected
Their goodness and their grace
Don't get me wrong, I'm still
an individual, still have some residual
Unique qualities
But more and more I see 'em there: eyes, nose, smile,
hair
What I say and what I wear...
How I love, how I care...
My parents are apparent in
me
My parents are apparent in
me
Apparent in me
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Picture
of You
I wrote this song during my
mother's final stay at the hospital in January, 2015.
The doctor had just talked to us about her prognosis,
and to prepare for her end of life. I recorded just
piano and vocal and put it on my phone to play it for
her. We lost her the next Monday evening...
Verlene: piano, Taylor guitar,
vocal
Linnette: flute
Preston: Ebony jazz bass
Don: percussion
© 2018 Verlene Schermer
Your beautiful smile -- the
window of your heart
Curtains pulled wide open, shines light into the dark
The love in your eyes -- as deep as any sea
As buoyant as the ocean, it lifts and carries me
This is my picture of you, that
I will hold on
to
Sustaining me when you have moved on
This is my picture of you
You created a home infused with
your own style
A place where all are welcome -- come in and
stay a while
The garden you've grown of music, love, and art
Will never be untended -- it blooms within my
heart
This is my picture of you, that
I will hold on
to
Sustaining me when you have moved on
This is my picture of you
And as your body slips toward its final rest
Your spirit lingers for one last caress
Cause that's who you are -- you're the best
I'm profoundly touched by how much I've been blest
This is my picture of you, that
I will hold on
to
Sustaining me when you have moved on
This is my picture of you, that I will hold on to
This is my picture of you
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Flying
This song was written in
1997. I revised the song and added a second bridge in
2018. This is dedicated to my husband of more than 30
years, Jon.
Verlene: piano, Triplett harp,
violin, vocal
Preston: Yamaha 5-string bass
Don: drums and percussion
© 2018 Verlene Schermer
Whisper words and watch them
wash away my woe
Wonderful is wisdom when it wakens me
When all the world is wandering and wondering where to
go
Whisper words and I will walk in peace
Hold my heart and head up high
and help me home
I have hopelessness and hatred hanging on
I need your hand to help me, I can’t handle it alone
Hold my heart and help me see the dawn
I see the sunrise shining in
your eyes
I feel the freedom flowing through the skies
I love to listen to your loving lullabies
It soothes me, and settles me, and sends my spirit
flying, flying
Bring me to the brilliance of a
brighter day
Be the light that burns the blindness from my mind
Stay by my side until my blues have all been blown
away
Bear with me and baby me tonight
The wind is wild and whistling
outside
Your love is shelter from this stormy night
And I am safe and warm here by your fireside
It soothes me, and settles me, and sends my spirit
flying, flying, flying, flying
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Grownups
The story behind this song...
well, I don't believe that I'm the only one who is
tired of the political scene these past few years. I
wrote this in late 2017 and finished it in 2018.
Hopefully it will become outdated in a few more
years...
Verlene: Triplett harp, violin,
drum machine, vocal
Preston: Yamaha 5-string bass
Don: percussion
© 2018 Verlene Schermer
Once upon the safe and snug, top
of the world and feeling smug
No one peeked beneath the rug
Children then, but childhood ends, somehow still, we
just pretend
That what they say is making sense
Politicians stuck in teen-dom
All their cliques and drama queen-dom
Couldn't we somehow, all become grownups now
We lost more than our innocence,
no more sitting on the fence
You're either for, or your against
Climate changed and changes still, the price is high
but on the hill
No one fought to foot the
bill
Politicians stuck in teen-dom
All their cliques and drama queen-dom
Couldn't we somehow, all become grownups now
Why couldn't they somehow, try to be grownups
now
All that we can hope to do, if
they won't change their point of view
Remove the old and hold the new
Start a trend of facing facts, trust the vision they
all lack
Working to get our future
back
Politicians stuck in teen-dom
All their cliques and drama queen-dom
Would be kings, in would be kingdoms
Couldn't we somehow, all become grownups now
Why wouldn't they somehow, try to be grownups
now
Shouldn't we somehow, wanna be grownups
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New
Year Wishes
At the end of 2017 as the new
year was approaching, I began to muse about what I
want to see happen in the coming year. I always write
a list of goals, and think about the past year's
accomplishments to keep me moving forward. This song
started writing itself, and I had words jotted down in
a notebook with a few ideas about melody. In February
of 2018, I found the words and notes again, and sang
it for my harp friends at our annual retreat, making
it up as I went along. I refined the melody, and
noticed the "Canon in D" flavor of the chord
progression, and composed the flute parts to bring it
out the flavor of the canon.
Verlene: Triplett harp, vocals
Linnette: flutes
Preston: Yamaha 4-string bass
Don: percussion
© 2018 Verlene Schermer
May the coming year bring you
peace, good health and good fortune
And may all your worries cease, and every dream come
true
May your happiness never end, your joy have no limit
May your family and friends stay safe in all they do
And most of all may love pour
in and out of you
Surround you and hold you and guide you each day
And most of all may love flow in and out of you
Infuse and enfold you and light up your way
May the coming year bring us
peace, good health and good fortune
And may all our worries cease, and every dream come
true
May our happiness never end, our joy have no limit
May our family and friends stay safe in all they do
And most of all may love pour
in and out of us
Surround us and hold us and guide us each day
And most of all may love flow in and out of us
Infuse and enfold us and light up our way
And most of all may love pour in
and out of us
Surround us and hold us and guide us each day
And most of all may love flow in and out of us
Infuse and enfold us and light up our way
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