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Simple Things CD (1998)
Co-written by Cameron Ventura / Produced by Ian Townend

Story

Recorded in 1998 on my Simple Things CD, this song is a lament of the passing of the beautiful fields west of Boise. I used to take walks along the fields we lived close to or would drive out in the country when the children were younger.  The suburban sprawl was beginning to spread even then. Looking back, I now see it was just the tip of the iceberg. I feel even more strongly about this song than I did when I wrote it.

Also, my friend Cameron Ventura came over one night and we worked on this song together since I wasn't finished with it yet and I really wanted something good to come of it. Even though it didn't completely take the direction it was going when we worked on it, his imprint is definitely on this song, so I want to mention him here.

Later I added the bridge which is a verse I found in Lamentations an Old Testament book of the Bible. It seemed to capture the feeling so well and fit in with the song.

Lyrics

LYRICS:

Intro: Fields of glory x3 Where will our life come from?

Fields of glory calling to me I'm looking far as the eye can see

Mountain ridges distantly Line the horizon ever faintly

Fields of glory yellow and gold Way of life, where did you go?

Hard times bought and sold into neat little houses all in a row

CHORUS: FIELDS OF GLORY FADING BEFORE ME

FIELDS OF GLORY OOOH I'LL MISS YOU WHEN YOU'RE GONE

Fields of glory Stretches of land  / Life-giving hard-working hands

Desperate owners suffer demands / Will they give in? How can they stand?

REPEAT CHORUS

BRIDGE: "Cry for the wheat and the grain; cry for the falling rain; cry for the harvest time that will never come again."

repeat chorus and intro.

nancykellymusic c 1998

Simple Things CD (1998)
Produced by Ian Townend

Story

You can't live in Boise very long without exploring the mountains that surround the Treasure Valley.  Just looking at them from a distance is inspiration but to experience them, that's revelation!

Lyrics

LYRICS:

Idaho Mountains you look so pretty standing in the sky

I hear you calling me to come up to go for a ride

But once I reach your winding roads I can't turn back and you know why

You captivate me by your beauty / You make me high

CHORUS:  IDAHO MOUNTAINS CAN'T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU

EVERGREENS LINE YOUR HILLSIDES CREATE A CELESTIAL VIEW

LAKES LOOK LIKE MIRRORS / RIVERS LIKE GLASS SHINE

IDAHO MOUNTAINS SO GLAD TO CALL YOU MINE

In Summer time the air is sweet / the water's crystal blue

In Wintertime the snow's so high some roads you can't get through

If you are there to enjoy the beauty or if you have things to do

There is a place you'll find, you'll swear is just for you

REPEAT CHORUS 

NancyKellyMusic C 1998

Simple Things CD (1998)
Produced by Ian Townend

Story

I began this song when I was in college living in the north end of Boise.  Years passed by and I finally finished it when I was practicing to gig in a few coffee shops and First Thursday events.  It ended up on my Simple Things CD in 1998.  However, I just added the 3rd verse last year so technically it was finished till 2009!  

Lyrics

LYRICS:

Verse 1:  From the looks of things the rain is here to stay

The sun reclines in her dreamy hide-away

And I can’t decide if I want to go or stay

From the looks of things the rain is here to stay

 

Verse 2:  If you were here tonight the rain would be my friend

It would be alright; but I just cannot pretend

You don’t matter now when you are so far away

I can hide my heart behind the rain

 

C:  NO STARGAZIN TONIGHT

THE MOON AND THE STARS ARE STILL OUT OF SIGHT

OFF INTO DREAMLAND UNTIL DAYLIGHT / NO STARGAZIN TONIGHT

 

Verse 3:  If you were here tonight my life would be complete

I’d have it all – your love, the rain with me

Then I could rest within your blanket sweet

But you’re distant like thunder, when it’s you I need

REPEAT CHORUS

 BRIDGE:  When you look at the stars from a clear night

You feel like anything could happen

With upturned face to the Milkyway

You feel like your dreams can come true / oh oh – where are you?

 NancyKellyMusic © 1998

Penned: began 1977 – finished 1995

Spring Color Project 1993
Produced by Ian Townend

Story

I actually began writing this song taking a walk on a long country road next to a farmer's field not too far from our former house in Meridian. I was captivated by the newness of the virgin grass pushing its way up through the soil. This song echoes the feelings I have toward keeping a dream alive (a vision for the future) in one's life.  Like the early signs of Spring that stir new hope after the long hardship of winter, the ability in the human spirit to rise up out of darkness and begin yet again, even against all odds, is such a gift. 

(The lovely alto harmony is sung by Marla Blaser.)

Lyrics

LYRICS:

April Colors / Early March Tell me what the chances are

that my April colors bloom and star with Spring color how I love Spring color

Rather risky this early Spring causing my heart and the birds to sing

or will Winter wind come claim everything with his icy fingers and steal away Spring Color

Have you ever seen pristine virgin green The color of my dreams – Spring Color

Purist angel white like blossoms in moonlight Oh, the perfect sight – Spring Color

If I could paint my innermost dreams

I’d have to start with the color of green of the leaves on the trees at the earliest sight of Spring

I have a fancy that hope would be white somewhat like the glow of warm candlelight

Angels in flight – you almost see them – not quite

Hopes and dreams are painted in Spring Color Crystal clear in vision become

I have come from underneath Winter’s frozen cover In fertile soil, cleansing rain and sun

Purple rain clouds / Rich brown earth Shades of yellow proclaim rebirth

Second chances just like the first

There’s reassurance in the appearing of Spring Color

Crystal clear rebirthing of my dreams

NancyKellyMusic c 1993

Spring Color Project 1993
Produced by Ian Townend

Story

I wrote this song in the 90's about hanging out in Manzanita, Oregon - our favorite coastal town. This recording was made in 1993 when my voice was alot higher! Would love to record it again on a collection of ocean songs and in a key that lends itself to my current vocal range.  I wouldn't change anything about the music though - I love the sweet jazz groove of the guitar, even though when I play it live it's on keyboard.

Lyrics

LYRICS:

The wind is high again today But it’s ok – the sun is shining

I came to see the wind surfers play and watch the kites fly high in the sky

Chorus:  Manzanita Wind is blowin not quite out of control

If you come to Manzanita, there’s one thing you should know:  The wind does blow

Just a little coastal paradise - quaint little town - not much around

Living is easy and really quite nice - old fashioned store with a wooden screen door

Chorus:  Manzanita Wind is blowin not quite out of control

If you come to Manzanita, there’s one thing you should know:  The wind does blow

Bridge:  Funny how an earthly place can make you feel at home

Welcomes you with unseen arms as if you were its own

Always seems so strange to leave like you’re not meant to go

Quietly she reassures you’ll be back before you know

Vivid color- sea and sky - crystal blue and clean bright white

Sun disappears into the night - Wind finally mellows blowin’ just right

C:  Manzanita Wind is blowin - calls across the miles

Come, she says, to Manzanita - I’d like to see you smile - Come stay awhile

Tag:  Manzanita Wind – blowin again

Manzanita Wind – callin me callin me …

NancyKellyMusic © 1993

First Recorded - Spring Color 1993
This version - American Audio

Story

I wrote this song in 1988 after Ashley was born. I remember rocking her on a Sunday Morning in our white wicker rocker listening to Amy Grant sing a song about 'If these walls could talk, they would have a tale to tell, Sun going down and dinner bell" -- which inevitabely turned my thoughts to my Grandparents and their farm house in Northwood, New Hampshire. After I gently tucked the sleeping Ashley into her crib, I retrieved pen and paper and settled in at the piano. The words couldn't flow out of me fast enough! Needless to say, church was out of the question that day!

I first recorded this song with Ian Townend in 1993 for my Spring Color project. The original song had 2 more minutes making it a whole 7 minutes long, so we had to edit it for recording, which is also a good idea for performance. I'm sure it's still too long for radio, but there's only so much editing one can stand.

This current version was produced by Richard from American Audio. The process took about 2 hours. He did a quick mix just so I can upload it here, but he'd normally take about a day and a half to release it in a professional recording. Still, it's amazing what he is able to do in 2 hours! That's Richard on the piano, programmed strings and bass and me on vocals.

Lyrics

LYRICS:

Two story, white farm house Barn Painted red

The croquet set was always stored in the shed

Well groomed spacious lawns that were eloquently edged with Grandma's gracious flower beds

My Grandpa's fields rolled down New England hills

With my eyes closed I can see him in them still

Lean, hard-working man who conquered death when once ill

With a slight chance he made it still

GRANDMA'S HOUSE GRANDPA'S TOO SOMETIMES I SIT DREAMING OF YOU

HOW IT WAS WHEN YOU WERE THERE

We'd run up the entry planks Into the warm kitchen air

And you'd be there to greet us with a long awaited hug

Grandpa would look up from the braiding of his rug

And smile - then laughing - He'd come and rub our faces with his scratchy beard

China teacup collection Built-in wooden hutch

Bay windows where we could watch the birds eat lunch

Wooden cabinet doors where Grandpa stored his candy and his nuts

We always helped ourselves but he didn't seem to mind it much

Stone fire place Grandpa snored in his chair / Grandma read her book while we played on the stairs

of the antique L-shaped Porch near the giant Lilac Tree

We'd run up the garage stairs to get a peek from the Balcony

GRANDMA'S HOUSE GRANDPA'S TOO SOMETIMES I SIT LONGING FOR YOU

HOW IT WAS WHEN YOU WERE THERE

The children played all day in the New England air

And when the coo coo clock would tell the grown ups it was time for bed

Up the hardwood stairs in stocking feet we'd slowly tread

Then back down again Just to say goodnight Hoping that the grown ups would let us stay awhile

GRANDMA'S HOUSE GRANDPA'S TOO SOMETIMES I SIT YEARNING FOR YOU

HOW IT WAS WHEN YOU WERE THERE

We'd go down the entry planks from the warm kitchen air

And you would watch us drive away standing arm in arm

Tears were on our faces then and how we loved your Hallowed Charm

Oh, I remember You You know I always will

And I thank you for the Love that kept the Child in me Alive

NancyKellyMusic ©1993 penned 1988

Ancient Path CD 1998
Produced by Ian Townend

Story

stay tuned for story and lyrics.

Ancient Path CD 1993
Produced by Ian Townend

Story

This song was inspired by Psalm 84.  Stay tuned for more story and lyrics.

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