Big House Down Band

Christmas Keys

by Alan D. Morgan

Released 2018
Released 2018
Americana style with thoughtful lyrics and melodic grooves.
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In an Americana style with thoughtful lyrics and melodic grooves, “Christmas Keys” celebrates how God uses ordinary people and everyday events to show us He cares. Even if some big questions are still unanswered, God’s love is always the best place to start and Christmas showcases that love; something to hold on to throughout the year!

I try to paint with words and I greatly admire the lyrical work of Bruce Cockburn. I also …
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Big House Down

by Alan Morgan

Released 2018
Released 2018
Thoughtfully crafted lyrics backed by skillful finger style guitar grooves with a folk-rock flair and jazz-blues beat.
  • 03:23 Story Lyrics Emma Lee's Similes

    I know you always give your heart

    To causes they adore

    But do they care like you?

    I’m not so sure

     

    I saw you standing in the rain

    On Autumn leaves of gold

    Facing Winter’s pain

    With strength untold

     

    Like when the ox lows and the flood flows

    Or a weeping willow taunted by the wind bows

    Like when the lake turns and the sun burns,

    Or a mother’s longing heart yearns

     

    A coal kept burning ‘til the dawn

    I fanned love’s flame as per my plan

    And up the flu the ash was drawn

    By searing heat

     

    This love you touch and it will burn

    Let it cool and it will scorn

    I feel the pain but never learn

    Then feel so torn

     

    And your faith is like a child

    Your seasoned love is willed

    You whisper prayers so mild

    I’m swept away

     

    Swept away by how you care

    And your hands that always cure

    And, when we became your prayer

    Then I was home

     

    Like where the owl calls as early snow falls

    And crimson ivy clings to stone walls

     

     

    Like when the dusk fades in the oak glades

    on a misty wooded stream where a crane wades

    Like where the coals glow and two loves flow

    Down a path of secret passion only they know

    © 2018 by Alan Morgan. All rights reserved.

  • 02:51 Story Lyrics God Is Able

    God is able to make all grace abound

    In all things, at all times (2x)

     

    Lord, I believe, please help my unbelief

    Lord, I love, please help my indifference

    Lord, I glory in you, please help my shame

     

    God is able to make all grace abound

    In all things, at all times (2x)

     

    Lord, I see, please help my blindness

    Lord, I hope, please help my despair

    Lord, I’m slow, please quicken my spirit

    Season your word that I may share

    Speak your word to those who’ll hear it

    And drop their load that you may bear it

    God is able to make all grace abound

    In all things, at all times (2x)

    © 2018 by Alan Morgan. All rights reserved.

  • 03:28 Story Lyrics Shoes Song

    Our first kiss was witnessed by

    A banyan and the moon

    On my knee in Kowloon Park

    Where the tropics made us swoon

     

    Each place we stayed was not much more

    Than a toothbrush and a comb

    But as long as I had your smile dear

    Any place was home,

    yeah, any place was home

    Our hearts were one but our shoes were bound to roam

     

    There’s so much to touch on;

    To leave in or leave out

    And no one has so much on me

    Yet benefits the doubt

     

    I haven’t really felt this way since 1999

    But a confetti kiss at midnight dear

    Assured me you were mine,

    Yeah, you were still mine

    Our clothes were worn

    But our shoes were bound to shine

     

    Today the scent of ginger snapped

    A long-lost memory

    The Mandarin Oriental dear

    The harbor and high tea

     

    To think back on that evening now

    I’m so glad you said “yes”

    And what makes our next souvenir

    Is anybody’s guess

    Yeah, anybody’s guess

    Our shoes are tied

    But our hair’s sometimes a mess

    © 2018 by Alan Morgan. All rights reserved.

  • 02:30 Story Lyrics Hard Times

    Let us pause in life’s pleasures

    And count it’s many tears

    While we all sip sorrow with the poor

    There’s a song that will linger

    Forever in our ears

    “Oh, hard times, come again no more”

    ‘Tis the song, the sigh of the weary,

    “Oh hard times, hard times: Come again no more”

    “Many days have you lingered

    Around my cabin door

    Oh, hard time; come again no more!”

    While we seek mirth and beauty

    And music all the day

    There are frail forms fainting at the door

     

    Though their voices are silenced

    Their weary looks will say,

    “Oh, hard times; come again no more”

     

    ‘Tis the song, the sigh of the weary,

    “Oh hard times, hard times: Come again no more”

    “Many days have you lingered

    Around my cabin door

    Oh, hard time; come again no more!”

  • 03:07 Story Timberman
  • 03:44 Story Lyrics Big House Down

    It’s a big house down by the river

    It’s a big house down by the sea

     

    See daylight through the walls

    But our family’s love is sealed

    Boards squeak in the halls

    But our wounded souls are healed

    We don’t get many calls

    But the Spirit helps us yield

     

    At the big house down the river

    At the big house down by the sea

     

    Uh, no pink shutters, please

     

    The railing needs some paint

    But we always show we care

    The shutter slats are quaint

    But we lay our feelings bare

    You can lodge a house complaint

    But you better do your share

     

     

    At the big house down the river

    At the big house down by the sea

     

    You put you heel through the floor board?

    Termites!

     

    Learning never lets you stray too far

    Lower standards never raise the bar

    All the dishes vanish like the days

    But a sense of who you are

    Is the part that really stays, hey, hey.

     

    Sorry, a pipe burst in the wall

    And filled up this box of books

     

    And if I wore a toga

    You’d just say, “When in Rome

    Remembering where the light switch was

    I knew that I was home

    But all that’s guaranteed me now

    Is a plot of sandy loam

     

    At the big house down the river

    At the big house down by the sea

     

    At the big house down the river

    The place I’m most like me

    © 2018 by Alan Morgan. All rights reserved.

  • 02:54 Story Lyrics Saint in Hiding

    Santa Lucia

    Left hiding to see ya

    He asked if I knew where you were

    I told him, “don’t bother

    And don’t ask your father”

    To him, your past is a blur

     

    I’d take him to show you

    But the crowds might expose you

    Who follow that saint all around

     

    A devoted defendant

    I claimed some amendment

    While he and your father both frowned

     

    And though I knew I didn’t let on

    And let them think you may be gone

    Hmm, hmm

     

    I tried hard to barter

    A West passage charter

    To safely bear you away

    But your lipstick’s hotter

    On my glass of water

    And I wish that you would just stay

     

    Now, I’m walking on egg shells

    The strain on my face tells

    I fear that your secret’s not safe

    If my slight inclination

    Disclosed your location

    They’d marry you off to a waif

     

    And though I knew I didn’t let on

    And let them think you may be gone

    Stuck between like everyone’s pawn

     

    Santa Lucia

    Left hiding to see ya

    He asked if I knew where you were

    © 2018 by Alan Morgan. All rights reserved.

  • 03:14 Story Red Admiral
  • 03:08 Story Lyrics His Love Covers Over

    When your past assails you

    And phantom malice breaks your heart

    When vague fears seize your sinew

    Before your braveries can start

     

     

     

    To this day the gates of Eden

    Are guarded by a flaming sword

    But his love and mercy purchased

    All the grace you can’t afford

     

    His love covers over

    The multitude of my sin

    At the thresh hold I thought It over

    And then boldly entered in

     

    If I plan a sprawling tower

    Or try to forge my own reward

    Well, “not by might and not by power

    But by my Spirit says the Lord!”

    © 2018 by Alan Morgan. All rights reserved.

     

  • 04:14 Story Lyrics All the Way My Savior Leads Me

    For I know whatever befalls me

    Jesus does all things well

     

    For I know whatever befalls me

    Jesus does all things well

     

    All the way my savior leads me

    Cheers each winding oath I tread

    Gives me grace for every trial

    Feeds me with the living bread

     

    Though my weary steps may falter

    And my soul a thirst may be

    Gushing from the rock before me

    Lo, a spring of joy I see

     

    Gushing from the rock before me

    Lo, a spring of joy I see

     

    All the way my savior leads me

    Oh, the fullness of his love

    Perfect rest to me is promised

    In my father’s house above

     

    When my spirit, robed immortal

    Wings its flight to realms of day

    This my song through endless ages,

    “Jesus led me all the way!”

     

    This my song through endless ages,

    “Jesus led me all the way!”

  • 04:29 Story Lyrics Slow Train

    Crossed the border in a crushing crowd

    Made my way to the window slowly

    While a porter barked out bull-horn loud,

    “No more hard seats, standing room only!”

     

    Brakes sighed as we lurched onto the line

    And left the dusty Shenzhen platform behind

    Straddled my briefcase at the end of an aisle

    Warmed by the light of a child’s curious smile

     

    A grand old woman with bound feet

    Looked me up and down

    She pressed hard against the opposite seat

    And moved on by with a puzzled frown

     

    Outside, farmers bore seed on their backs

    While burning fields sent billows of gray across the tracks

    The smell of charred chaff mingled through the car

    Mixed with coal soot from beneath the water jar

     

    What is it you want? What is it you need?

    Something all your history just can’t feed

    Like a long-lost truth you can’t recall;

    Christ died for your great and your small

    And even those who perished building your wall

     

    Some soldiers strode by with hot tea cups

    Worn clothes spoke of spartan lives

    In the coupling they all stopped and lit up

    And threw me hard looks through the smoke

    From their triple fives

     

    Toiling over the rhymes I was writing –

    Watching a fast train pass from a siding

    But isn’t that the plight of China’s masses?

    Stuck on a siding while a faster train passes!

    Who will help the plight of China’s masses?

    Stuck on a siding while a faster train passes.

    © 2018 by Alan Morgan. All rights reserved.

  • 03:50 Story Lyrics Thunderbird Motel

    A hundred miles down Coastal 1 Highway

    Along a beachfront strand of scenic byway

    Your polka dot scarf and pink sunglasses

    Teal ocean waves below coast mountain passes

     

    Rode with the top down, turned our arms brown

    Drove until sundown, stopped in the next town

    A Pacific sunset burned as evening fell

    At a place called the thunderbird Motel

     

    Dusty chat crunched loud beneath our tires

    Dayglo neon and buzzing wires

    A lean coyote ran from our high beam headlights

    Then there was darkness where I’d seen his eye whites

     

    So road weary; just need a place to rest your head

    ’Til a gem of bygone days is down the road instead

    A shiny airstream trailed a beige Chevelle

    Beside the Thunderbird Motel

     

    Covered wagon lampshades, black velvet paintings

    Lazy fan blades, wrought iron railings

     

    So road weary, just need a place to rest your head

    Then a gem of bygone days is down the road ahead

    Ah, the tales we’ll have to tell

    About the Thunderbird Motel

    © 2018 by Alan Morgan. All rights reserved.

NOTES
I try to celebrate life with my lyrics by focusing on mostly positive issues and uplifting content. I try to "paint" with words by creating a visual image that resonates with a shared human experience and, hopefully, draws the listener into the situation.
I work hard to match chords and melodies that are fun and catchy but with new twists and occasional surprises. My finger style guitar grooves figure prominently and are inspired by the …
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