Willowy Blonde

by Levon Bus

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Higher Mesa 02:27
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Leap and Shout © 2020 Philo Hayward & Leo Papa Let's go walking' down by the river We can talk a little bit later Right now all I want you to do is smile Come on baby, I want you giving' All the love you think's worth living' Baby I'm easy, rest your head a while Take me down to where you're going' Show me what I'm all about Sing a song and make love to me Make my heart start to leap and shout Leap and shout Come on with me down to the river I can make your backbone quiver I know the reason why you want to smile Come on baby rev up your engine We can make a rapid ascension Come on over and be with me a while Little bouffant lady, don't you think I'm crazy I'm not leading' you astray Life's a lie if you hate it anyway Come with me and you will see The joy living' can bring You won't have to cry no more. Come on with me down to the river I know a place we can deliver All of the things you've been wanting for a while Come on baby I want you giving' All the love you think's worth living' Baby I'm easy, rest your head a while Take me down to where you're going' Show me what I'm all about Sing a song and make love to me Make my heart start to leap and shout. Leap and shout. Come on with me down to the ocean It can work like a magic potion I know the reason why you want me to smile Let's go riding' in the car on Sunday You call me sugar, I'll call you honey. We've got the same sweet reason we want to smile. Little bouffant lady don't you think I'm crazy I'm not leading' you astray Life's a lie if you hate it anyway Come with me and you will see The joy living' can bring You won't have to cry no more You won't have to lie no more. And you won't have to die, no more
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Dancing Shoes © 2018 Leo Papa It was a lazy summer’s evening, and there wasn’t much to do So I thought I’d trek on down, to a place called Club Taboo I was feeling fine and dandy, as I walked into the room Where I spied a pretty damsel, and I didn’t spy no dude I was sitting all alone, at a table meant for two When she walked right up and asked me, if I lost my dancing shoes Well I’m not much of a dancer, and I don’t have much to lose She said, just don’t waste my time deciding, what you want to do Well the more I thought about it, she was too good to be true And when snuggled up beside me, it felt real cozy too So I got to thinking ‘bout it, from a spiritual point of view I said I’d like to get to know you, before the night is through She said now wait a mute mister, don’t you get me wrong Just because I’m friendly. You can’t string me along I can hang with you and we can down a few, but don’t you start to sing the blues Cause all I really care about is that you wear your dancing shoes She said just don’t waste my time denying, what you want to do Cause all I really care about is that you wear your dancing shoes I can hang with you, we can get down too, so don’t you start to sing the blues Cause all I really care about, is that you wear your dancing shoes
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Slow Moving Trains © 2019 Leo Papa In a humble three room cottage, not much bigger than a shack On an antique wooden rocker, with splinters on its back Maggie rocked the hours away, musicians came and went Pearl beer and whiskey sour, ensured the time well spent Rusty sang a lullaby, Levon sang the blues When Maggie sang, the chorus rang As they embraced the muse Once Maggie said to Levon: Why do you write sad songs? Then she flashed a little smile, as if she knew it all along Levon said, I can’t account, for what flows through my brain But when I get a sad song going, it seems to ease the pain Sad songs, short stories, and slow moving trains Are the thunder of horses, when you give’em too much rein Rusty sang a lullaby, Levon sang the blues When Maggie sang, the chorus rang As they embraced the muse With the dawning of a new day, peeking through a window shade Maggie drew the curtain back, and watched the darkness fade As Maggie sipped her morning tea, she heard one last refrain About sad songs, short stories, and slow moving trains Sad songs, short stories and slow, moving trains.
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Willowy Blond © 1984 Don Taylor The wind chimes are playing, a northerly tune Out there in the full, of a midwinter moon Well I've had my moments, and with me they stay Old age and cold weather, won't drive them away Old age and cold weather, won't drive them away I have loved the ladies, and this is God's truth But I'm not the rounder, I was in my youth Oh I have my memories, and yet none so fond As those that I have, of a willowy blonde As those that I have, of a willowy blonde I have known green pastures, and I have known pain Seasons of plenty, and times of no rain And still the best moments, I can dwell upon Are those that I shared, with my willowy blonde Those that I shared, with my willowy blonde One day we awoke, and I wasn't the one Sometimes life is funny, without being fun When lily pads blossom, on a Sweetwater pond It puts me in mind, of my willowy blonde It puts me in mind, of my willowy blonde At last when my lamps, have all run out of oil When I'm ready to shuffle, off this mortal coil I doubt even then, I could shake off the bond That binds me so fast, to my willowy blonde That binds me so fast, to my willowy blonde
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Troubadour 03:37
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The Cliffs of the Guadalupe © 2017 Leo Papa The cliffs of the Guadalupe are carved from thin air Reflected in waters that lead to nowhere Stripped of all culture like a heavenly stair In an everyday mystical musing laid bare The ranchers and oilers have gotten their share Filled her with signs saying you can't go there Circling vultures devour their fare It's an everyday mystical musing laid bare What have I sacrificed, who will I be Fooling myself, living dangerously Who have I sacrificed, what will I be Telling myself, that I'm trying to be free In cars on our cell phones we carve up our days And drive through this hell of a concrete highway The earth and the sky form a permanent haze And we don't realize that we live in a maze What have I sacrificed, who will I be Fooling' myself, living dangerously Who have I sacrificed, what will I be Telling myself, that I'm trying, to be free So I sit by the banks of this river and stare Swift and the mockingbird dart here and there Most graceful of herons reminds me to care In an everyday mystical musing laid bare And the cliffs of the Guadalupe are carved From thin air
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about

Willowy Blonde is a collection of Americana songs and instrumentals, in a country-folk style, that were recorded between 2009 and 2019. I'm playing bass, electric guitar, dobro, and banjo on this collection for the first time on any recordings. Detroit harmonica master Larry Everhart joins me on two tracks, and violinist extraordinaire Michael Francis plays on the title track. Willowy Blonde was written by my dear friend, Don Taylor, who also sings the retro intro for this version of his song.

credits

released November 11, 2020

Levon Bus: Vocal, guitar, bass, dobro & banjo [all tracks]
Larry Everhart: Harmonica on Leap and Shout & Taco Bell Canyon
Michael Francis: Violin on Willowy Blonde
Jimmy George: Guitar & vocal on Prairie Skies Reprise
Don Taylor: Vocal on Willowy Blond

All music and lyric written by Leo Papa, except:
Leap and Shout by Philo Hayward & Leo Papa
Willowy Blonde by Don Taylor

Cover image: Bedtime Mirrors
© 1994 Nathan Jensen
www.natepjensen.com

Recorded, mastered & produced by Leo Papa

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