writers
l.m. lee / jon r. goin

Story

In 1982 I started commuting between my home in Springfield, MO and Nashville.  I stayed with my good friend Jon R. Goin, who had moved to Nashville a few years earlier.  Jon and I had begun writing songs together and since at the time Jon was very involved with doing session work, it was then  up to me to do the traveling in order for us to write. 

 

“Call of The Wild” was one of many songs we were working on during this time period and I remember writing its lyrics on one of my frequent drives down to see Jon.  The route I always took was through southern Missouri, where the topography is rolling hills covered with trees with valleys and hollows, each with either a creek, a steam or a  river running through them,  Beautiful in its remoteness, and very inspirational for writing lyrics.

 

After I finally relocated down to Nashville, “Call of The Wild” was I believe the first recording session I did after my move.  Recorded at The Bennett House with Jon R. on electric guitar, Mike Brignardello on bass, Shane Keister on synthesizer and me adding programed drums with some keyboard pads and vocals. A fun introduction to the Nashville music scene, though not exactly “country music”.

Lyrics

I can hear it calling me from the distant past

It's like a sound that’s carried by the wind – listen

It comes from all directions and it takes your very soul

Awakening instincts from long ago

 

I have felt drawing me for days and days and days

I’m like an animal that’s in a cage – I listen

And the more and more I hear it, then the more I want to run

Through the woods and out into the sun

 

     The call of the wild

     Pulling at my heart, I’m coming all apart

     It’s the call of the wild

     Whispering to me, trying to set me free

     Yes it’s beckoning to me take this sweet new mystery in my life

 

I can hear it telling me in some forgotten tongue

I almost lost the vision of the dream – so I listen

And once again I've heard it through the steel and cold concrete

It’s time I got myself off of the street

 

     The call of the wild

     Pulling at my heart, I’m coming all apart

     It’s the call of the wild

     Whispering to me, trying to set me free

     Yes it’s beckoning to me take this sweet new mystery in my life

 

Solo

 

        It is a sound so strong, yet it’s hard to hear

        You think you imagine it, but it’s real

 

 

     It’s the call of the wild

     Pulling at my heart, I’m coming all apart

     It’s the call of the wild

     Whispering to me, trying to set me free

     It’s the call of the wild

     Pulling at my heart, I’m coming all apart

     It’s the call of the wild

     Beckoning to me take this sweet new mystery

     It’s the call…..

 

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writer
l.m. lee

Story

 

Recorded 1987 at Recording Arts with Jon R. on electric guitars, Michael Brignardello on bass, Vince Melamed on synth and me on clavinet / drum programming and vocals

Lyrics

Now every voice I hear I think it’s you

And every time I look I see your face

And I’ll go crazy if it stays this way

If I wait each day to hear from you

 

     But not a letter, not a postcard

     The mailman don’t stop at my door

     This telephone doesn’t ring anymore

     It’s just one more of life’s mysteries

     Another one of loves tragedies

 

Now I don’t get the feeling you’ll be back

At least you’re not beating down my door

I thought you’d let me know what went wrong

But since you’ve been gone not even a word

 

     Not a letter, not a postcard

     The mailman don’t stop at my door

     This telephone doesn’t ring anymore

     It’s just one more of life’s mysteries

     Another one of loves tragedies

 

Solo

 

        Give me one good reason

        One reason for leaving, I need one

 

     But not a letter, not a postcard

     The mailman don’t stop at my door

     This telephone doesn’t wanna’ ring anymore

     It’s just one more of life’s mysteries

     Another one of loves tragedies

     Another one of loves tragedies

     Another one of loves tragedies

 

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writers
l.m. lee / ike stubblefield

Story

Ike Stubblefield is another dear friend I met during the Granny’s Bathwater years.  Ike would travel through Nashville from time to time and whenever he did we’d always set aside time to write one or two songs together, including this one.  Recorded at Recording Arts in Nashville with Ike on keyboards, Mike Brignardello on bass, Chris Rodriguez on electric guitar, Bill Jones on tenor sax and Lisa Rodriguez and Donna McElroy doing background vocals.  I can’t recall who was playing drums.

Lyrics

I’m with you every day but you’ve never noticed

To you I’m just a face on the street outside

But you don’t even know that I live next to ya’

No you don’t know the color of my eyes

Yours are blue like the summer sky

I wish I knew why they don’t see me

 

     But you don’t ever look, no you never even notice

     It’s like I don’t exist in the same world as you do

     Maybe I’m in black and white or a little out of focus

     Cause everyday another change goes by and the moment is lost

     In the blink of an eye

 

I can’t sleep at night in this room next to ya’

Knowing you’re so close yet so far away

But I’m the one who holds you in your dreams

I’m the lover that you’ve never seen

But everyday you just walk right by

 

     And you don’t ever look, no you never even notice

     It’s like I don’t exist in the same world as you do

     Maybe I’m in black and white or a little out of focus

     Cause everyday another change goes by and the moment is lost

     In the blink of an eye

 

        I just keep on waiting – but you don’t see me

        Waiting, waiting

        For you to see the love in my eyes

 

     But you don’t ever look, no you never even notice

     It’s like I don’t exist in the same world as you do

     Maybe I’m in black and white or a little out of focus

     Cause everyday another change goes by and the moment is lost

     In the blink of an eye

 

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writers
l.m. lee / jon r. goin

Story

This is one of the first songs Jon R. and I ever wrote together.  Very early 1980’s and this demo was recorded down in my basement 8-track studio.  As I remember it, it was just Jon and myself on all the instruments; Jon playing acoustic and electric guitars, plus bass with me playing keyboards, percussion and drums plus vocals.  By today’s standards a bit rough sounding, but remember it was recorded 30+ years ago in a basement….

Lyrics

I watch the years go by

Pass in review

I’ve seen the seasons change

But not half as fast as you

 

I watched you walk away

And take my heart

I let that memory

Fade away into the dark

 

     Still you left your mark

     Cause it showed today

     Someone said you were back

     And I felt it all again

     Year by year coming back

 

Solo

 

     Still you left your mark

     Cause it showed today

     When someone said you were back

     And I felt it all again

     Year by year coming back

     It’s all coming back

 

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writer
l.m. lee

Story

Most of the Fall of 1982 I was writing as much as I could for what I hoped would be my 2nd solo record to follow-up “Marooned”.  This demo recording of Don’t Go Cryin’ was aimed at that project.  Once again recorded in my basement studio with Jon R. on electric guitars, Frank Westbrook on keyboards, Don Shipps on bass, and I believe Lloyd Hicks on drums.  With “Marooned” being released earlier in the year, my record company gave me a very special Christmas present at the end of the year, they dropped me.   

Lyrics

Tonight he called and told you he was through

It took you by surprise; he really dropped a bomb on you

And I understand how you may feel

You got a broken heart; it takes a little time to heal

 

     Don’t go cryin’ for a love you lost

     Cause all you’re left with is this loneliness

     Don’t go cryin’, burn the bridge you cross

     Cause tomorrow I’ll be call, when you’re feelin’ down

     Yeah tomorrow be callin’. Don’t go cryin’ now

 

He’s your first love; there’ll be more to come

Loves an endless river that you’re floatin’ on

And in time the sun will shine on you

Just to make it start this is what you ought to do

 

     Don’t go cryin’ for a love you lost

     Cause all you’re left with is this loneliness

     Don’t go cryin’, burn the bridge you cross

     Cause tomorrow I’ll be call, when you’re feelin’ down

     Yeah tomorrow be callin’. Don’t go cryin’ now

 

Solo

 

     Don’t go cryin’ for a love you lost

     I know sadness comes with loneliness

     Don’t go cryin’, burn the bridge you cross

     Cause tomorrow I’ll be call, when you’re feelin’ down

     Yeah tomorrow be callin’. Don’t go cryin’ now

 

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writer
l.m. lee

Story

 

There was a time in the mid-seventies when Janet and I were living in an old secluded farmhouse off a dirt road outside of Clever, MO.  The OMD’s were starting to tour all over the place and it was getting to where I was gone about as much as I was home.  Looking back that little farmhouse was probably one of my very favorite places to have lived. It was my first experience living outside of a city.  There were new smells in the air, new sounds to be heard and water from a springhouse.  All in all it changed how I saw the world and how I wanted to live in it.

 

 

 

I got to where I never wanted to leave the place, but there were a few places and people who could draw me out.  One of those places was a small club out on the east side of Springfield called Sweetwater, with the best band ever to listen to, Granny’s Bathwater.

 

It was also right around this time that I discover that one good thing about touring so much was that all of us could start to acquiring “things”.  For me it was a car I’d been craving since my late teens. I found a nice little used Austin Healey 3000 for pretty cheap and gave it a new home at our little country hideaway.  It was so much fun to cruise around on the rural county back roads with the top down on summer evenings.  And so it was that on certain evenings those back roads led us to Sweetwater and Granny’s.

 

Granny's Bathwater circa 1978

Lt to Rt front row: Don Shipps, Carmine Delligatti, Jason LeMasters

back row: Rick Weaver, Ike Stubblefeild, Bill Jones, Frank Westbrook

 

Granny’s Bathwater went though many musical incarnations over the 10+ years they were together. They went from being the 4-piece blues band I first saw in 1970, to the 8-member horn band I joined prior to my OMD days.  Very good friends they were, and Janet and I really loved going to see and hear them, even if it meant leaving our farm house, and the dogs, and the cats and the peace and quite.

 

Best I can remember, it would have been towards the last part of the 1970’s that this little piece of music I later called Free Blind Mice was written.  I came upon this chord progression with a melody that sounded like a horn line.  I called up the current guys who were playing in Granny’s and ask if they’d be willing to go into the studio with me and give it a go. 

 

The title came about because:

1) I wasn’t going to pay any one of them, it was just to have a bit of fun in the studio, and so in essence they’d be playing for “free”. 

2) None of them had ever heard this piece of music before entering the studio, so they went into it “blind”.

3) The outro of the song slides into 5/4 time with the horns repeating a melody resembling the children’s song “Three Blind Mice “.

Therefore to me, the title made perfect sense.

 

Recorded at the Dungeon Recording Studio in downtown Springfield with Carmine Delligatti on drums, Don Shipps on bass, Jason LeMasters on electric guitar, Frank Westbrook on Mini Moog, and me on piano, with Bill Jones on tenor sax, Rick Weaver on trombone, Larry Getz on trumpet.  Soloists are Jason, Bill and Frank.

writer
l.m. lee

Story

Another one recorded around 1980-81 in my basement with Jon. R on acoustic and electric guitars, Don Shipps on bass, Frank Westbrook on an Oberheim OB-8, me on drums and vocals with Connie Canaday-Ripley, Beth Spindler and Jody Troutman doing backup vocals

Lyrics

This dead-end street is all I’ve got

Am I the one that time forgot?

I know my changes don’t look good

There’s got to be a way I could

     I could get out of here

     Without a fight

 

I’ve been down every street in town

Until the name got all around

I know it’s been a long, long time

To get away with such a crime

     I got to get out of here

     I wanna’ get out of here

     Yes I wanna’ get out of here

     Without a fight

 

Solo

 

So do I go round once again?

Does this ever have an end?

I ought to know better by now

I thought I’d find a way to how

     I could get out of here

     I wanna’ get out of here

     Yes I got to get out of here

     I wanna’ get out of here

     I just got to get out

 

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writers
l.m. lee / jon r. goin

Story

Like It Or Not was written by myself and Jon. R Goin in 1982 while living in LA and working on Marooned.  It was written late in the recording process and therefore never had a chance to get recorded out there. 

 

Around 1987-88 I revisited the song and recorded it at Recording Arts Studio in Nashville.  I was getting into MIDI and programming at the time, so this is just me with Michael Brignardello on bass and the wonderful Dennis Solee playing the Lyricon.

Lyrics

I keep sticking notes under your door

Telling you I want you back once more

So I sit here each night by the phone

But you don’t ‘call me anymore

 

I keep thinking over what you said

I can’t get those words out of my head

As I slide my hand across the bed

I don’t feel you anymore

 

     Like it or not

     Loves still here

     Not forgot

     It’s stuck in my heart

     Whether I like it or not

 

Solo

 

     Like it or not

     Loves still here

     Not forgot

     It’s stuck in my heart

     Whether I like it or not

 

     Your stuck in my heart

     Whether I like it or not

 

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writer
l.m. lee

Story

Recorded at Recording Arts in 1987-’88 with Jon R. on electric guitars, Michael Brignardello on bass and me on keyboards / drum programming and all vocals

Lyrics

I tell you I can feel it, feel it

It’s coming over me

I tell you I can feel it, feel it

It’s close enough to see

   I think that after all this time

   I can touch it it’s so near

 

     Love is here – love is there

     Love is where you find it

     Pick a card - flip a coin

     Love is where you find it

     It ain’t right - it ain’t fair

     Love is where you find it

     Make a wish - say a prayer

     Love is where you find it

  

   Just when you least expect it to

   It suddenly appears

 

I tell you I can see it, see it

I see it in your eyes

I tell you I can see it, see it

This time it won’t get by

   I’ve looked through darkness for so long

   Now everything is clear

 

     Love is here – love is there

     Love is where you find it

     Pick a card - flip a coin

     Love is where you find it

     It ain’t right - it ain’t fair

     Love is where you find it

     Make a wish - say a prayer

     Love is where you find it

 

   Just when you least expect it to

   It suddenly appears

 

Solo

 

I won’t make one more mistake

Now that I know love is real

Why waste all that heartache

All those years I couldn’t feel

 

   Just when I’d about given up

   The secret was revealed

 

     Love is here – love is there

     Love is where you find it

     Pick a card - flip a coin

     Love is where you find it

     It ain’t right - it ain’t fair

     Love is where you find it

     Make a wish - say a prayer

     Love is where you find it

 

   Just when you least expect it to

   It suddenly appears

 

     Love is here – love is there

     Love is where you find it

 

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writers
l.m. lee / g. barnhill

Story

Wrote this in 1988 while staying out in LA with my friend Tom Whitlock. Tom had moved from Springfield to LA several years earlier and found success as a songwriter working with Giorgio Moroder on music for the movie Top Gun, which earned Tom an Oscar and Golden Globe Award for the song “Take My Breath Away”. 

 

Tom had bought himself a nice house out in the Woodland Hills area and put in a studio, which he kindly offer the use of whenever I came out to LA. I put together the ideas for this basic track in Tom’s studio and then brought them back to Nashville where I finished up writing the lyrics with Greg Barnhill.

 

Recorded at Recording Arts in 1989 with Michael Brignardello on bass, Mark Douthit on alto sax and me programming keyboards / drums / percussion and doing all the vocals

Lyrics

You’ve been handed the wrong picture

Of what love was meant to be

You’ve been given wine and roses

When what you needed was some mystery

   Those bonds of love are old – the chains are used

   But can hang around your heart forever

   You keep hoping’ for some feeling that is new

   And that it comes before the twelfth of never

 

     You don’t wanna’ make another wish

     Or throw some pennies in a well

     You just want a love that touches you

     You don’t need stars - you don’t need bells

        You’ll know you’re the most important thing

        That nothing else get placed above

        When it’s real love

 

When you need to love somebody

You can’t get someone to use

They don’t stand on every corner

You’ll find that they don’t grow right next to you

   Loves something you can’t put your fingers on

   You can’t have it just because you want it

   One or two gave it away for just a song

   I’ve never met someone who’s ever bought it

 

     If you come upon a love that’s true

     It may be hard for you to tell

     Chances are that if it touches you

     You won’t need stars – you won’t need bells

        You’ll know you’re the most important thing

        That nothing else get placed above

        When it’s real love

 

It’s different when it’s real love

There’s no mistaking real love

You’ll know when it’s real love

 

Solo

 

     You don’t wanna’ make another wish

     Or throw some pennies in a well

     You’ll have a love that touches you

     You won’t need stars - you won’t need bells

     When it’s real love

 

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writer
l.m. lee

Story

Recorded at Recording Arts 1988 with Jon R. on electric guitar, Michael Brignardello on bass, and me doing drum and keyboard programming with Vince Melamed doing the synth solo

Lyrics

Baby where have you gone – and what have you done with your life?

I can’t count the years – or how many tears have been lost

   When I first saw you – a feelin’ just grew in my heart – for you

 

It’s still with me now - and if I just knew how to reach you

I’d have so much to say – so many new ways to touch you

   If I saw you now – there’s no doubt of how it would be – again

 

     It’s like you were never gone

     You’re still in my heart

     And my love goes on and on

     I’ve had dreams you were here

 

        Just like you use to be

        And we didn’t loss all these years

        And I wake up to find only tears are in my eyes

        And it’s like this night after night

 

Solo

 

   If I saw you now - there’s no doubt at how it would be – again

 

   Times chance so much – but you’re the one thing that time hasn’t touched

   Times chance so much – but you’re the one thing that time hasn’t touched

 

        It’s like you were never gone

        You’re still in my heart

        And my love goes on and on

        Right from the start

 

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writer
l.m. lee

Story

Written 1999 and recorded in Kingston Springs, TN at Studio on Demand.  All instruments and vocals done by lml

Lyrics

You’ll be leavin’ on the night train

You’ll be ridin’ on a ghost

That will take you on a long slow journey

Far from what you want the most

 

There’s no ticket for this night train

No conductor walks the aisle

Only empty seats to place your sorrow

While the night train covers miles

 

               *****

 

Once you get aboard the night train

And you hear that whistle blow

Drowning out a voice that vaguely lingers

Sayin’ you don’t have to go

 

Out of the station rolls the night train

As your thoughts begin to rush

Pictures cross your mind and clear your memory

As the night train stirs up dust

 

               *****

 

Silver steel reflects the moonlight

Rails that wonder out ahead

Such a lonely sound just might reach to me

Through the window by my bed

 

And if I ever hear that night train

Way out on some distant track

I’ll be listening to if you’re callin’

In case that night train brings you back

 

No on else is on the night train

 

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