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Songwriter's Corner

Kathleen Taylor

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Here Kathleen describes how she came to write W.B. Yeats. You can read his poem on our news page:

I wrote this song after moving to the city (Austin, Texas) after living in Gainesville, Florida (a relatively small town) for many many years. I was homesick, not used to the city (and did not like it very much) and I missed being able to easily spend lots of time in nature, hiking and gardening and such. The last lines in Innisfree, 'I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavement gray, I hear it in the deep hearts core.' make me think of solace, the beauty and the memories we carry in us to sustain us when times aren't the easiest. Well, at the time, after my mom died, I was having a hard time finding that beauty and drawing from wonderful memories....So, my W. B. Yeats song is, to me, kind of a desperate song about wanting to find that solace and remember what I love while I was grumpily on the pavement gray in Austin :) here are the lyrics:
 

 

W.B. Yeats

My hands are tied
You say with a sigh
It seems I'm running, running
running out of time

The mountains and woods
Well, they have their day
They have their day
That's what you would say
What you would say

Chorus
Oh I'm on the pavement gray and I want to hear the lake shore too
I'm on the pavement gray and I want to hear the water like you
I need to hear the water, William, show me what to do
I want to hear the lake shore, please, show me what to do
I need to hear the water, William, can't you show me what to do

The Muse has
left for higher ground
'Cause a hot greedy wind
has dried up this town

The bees are gone too
and I'm running out of honey
It seems like money
is the God of this country
this country

Chorus

And I can hear the sound
of money changing hands
Car horns, angry words
echo though the land

How much do you have to kill
before you feel like a man
and how much to you have to buy
before you stop and understand
Please understand

That your on the pavement gray and you need to hear the lake shore too
Oh, I'm on the pavement gray and I want to hear the water like you
I need to hear the water, William, show me what to do
I want to hear the lake shore, please, show me what to do
I need to hear the water, William, can't you show me what to do
Won't you show me what to do
William show me what to do
Please show me what to do

©Kathleen Taylor 2007

More about Kathleen,

Longtime guitar player Kathleen Taylor began writing her own songs eight years ago. Her lyrics are heavily inspired by the natural wonders of the Florida landscape and by some of her favorite writers and poets. She began playing her songs in public venues in 2007 not long after moving to Austin, Texas. Recently, she has been learning to play bluegrass banjo and has incorporated it into her songs and performances.

Kathleen recorded her 12 song self released cd, Songs for Mothra, in June of 2007. Songs for Mothra has received airplay from stations on both coasts and in many countries in the last few months. She is just about ready to return to the studio with more new material for her second album Defy the World, which will be available in mid-2008.

She has played numerous venues in Austin and the surrounding central Texas Hill country area, Kansas, and Florida. Her poetic lyrics, gentle finger picking style, and strong honest voice combine to give her a truly unique sound that should not be missed.
for more about Kathleen Taylor,  www.myspace.com/kathleentaylormusic

 

Keith Pearson

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Keith Pearson

 

Few artists can regale an audience with a tirade of hilarious, curmudgeonly banter, then bring them almost to tears with a self-penned song featuring the acoustic guitar, and then go on to amaze them with lightning-fast fusillades of spangling banjo-rolls. But one such is Keith Pearson, prolific writer of world-class songs, and one of Britain's best Bluegrass banjo players. Even as a solo performer Keith can hold an audience enthralled for an entire evening with his humour, voice, songs and virtuoso guitar playing. Having achieved near-legendary status in Australia, Keith regularly tours over there, doing club dates, festivals and TV appearances as front man of the latter-day, antipodean incarnation of Treacle Line

Keith Pearson learnt his craft during the Folk renaissance of the 1970s, when he toured extensively in the UK and Europe, performing on radio as a solo singer/songwriter, as well as fronting the original Treacle Line and the Right Hand Band. With numerous musical awards to his credit, he chose to stay with music, rather than pursue a career in Variety Entertainment, which was the direction taken by some of his Folk contemporaries who abandoned their instruments to become stand-up comics or TV presenters.

The current band, Keith Pearson’s Coup de Grass, is recently returned from the Tamworth Country Music Festival in Australia, where the new CD “After the Treacle” was released.
For more about Keith Pearson and Coup de Grass,
www.keithpearson.co.uk

 

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