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Ed Childers (content last updated March 1997) Oh I once lived and all that was left of me was locked up in an old drawer. Some broken poems, half-written songs, some photographs of the wood. Will you take them out, will you think about what kind of person I must have been? from Broken Dreams Copyright © 1981, Ed Childers (last updated March 15, 1997) |
 "Share with me your wisdom, o winged one!" |
Ed gave his first public performance on March 6, 1996 when he participated
in the
Lynchburg Songwriters Showcase at the Renaissance Theater in
Lynchburg. |
 "This Land is My Land, so Keep Out!" (If a minstrel sings in the forest, do the trees listen?) |
Click on the speaker icon to hear a 51 sec. excerpt (RealAudio fmt, 16kbps res)
from Ed's original song Mother, whose complete lyrics follow
below (Ed, on vocals and acoustic guitar, is accompanied by Lenn Carico
on electric and Kipp Teague on keyboard):
We comb the folds, the fields, I wonder Can we make the time To feel the hands of our mother? She slowly releases the line. With bits of sound and short attentions, Can we turn around? See the trees and stars above us, Be still and grasp the ground. Be still and grasp the ground. For our Mother, look what I've become, I am your eldest son. There was joy beyond the spacious field, It was where we plant and till, To belong once more to what was real. The soil still draws our heals And holds us still not removed. In this Earth we feel our roots, The life rescinds, the life returns. Once more to drink in the sunlight, Once more to breath this air, and a feeling that we care. We carry the way the gods within you, We can get our wish To feel the hand of our mother, She slowly makes a fist. She slowly makes a fist. For our Mother, look what I've become, I am your native son. There was joy, it was beyond the spacious field, It was where we plant and till To belong once more to what was real. The soil still draws our heals And holds us still not removed. In this Earth we feel our roots, The life rescinds, the life returns. Once more to drink in the sunlight, Once more to breath this air, A feeling that we care.
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