RDP #42 – Groove with Simon & Garfunkel

Those definitely were the days, my friends.

This song has always made me happy. It reminded me of waking up in New York and just enjoying life. I was young. So were they. And they lived sort of next door, so you never know. I might be the next great songwriter.

The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin’ Groovy)

Slow down, you move too fast
You got to make the morning last
Just kicking down the cobblestones
Looking for fun and feelin’ groovy
Hello lamppost, whatcha knowing?
I’ve come to watch your flowers growing.
Ain’t cha got no rhymes for me?
Doot-in’ doo-doo, feelin’ groovy!

Got no deeds to do, no promises to keep
I’m dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep
Let the morning time drop all its petals on me
Life, I love you, all is groovy.

Songwriters: Paul Simon
The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin’ Groovy) lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group


by Rich Paschall

Since it is National Poetry Month, I thought I would share my favorite lyric from the musical Liberation.  We previously told you the story of Liberation – A Musical That Almost Was and the book’s co-author, Betty.  I mentioned that Betty’s favorite song was called “I Believe” and I posted that lyric over on Sunday Night Blog.

Rich and Betty at Pajama Game rehearsal

My favorite song was the only one not expressly written for the show.  It was written in the time period of the original script and only 20 years later did we decide that a secondary character needed a song.  He represented the only love interest in the show, but we were concerned about writing a new song in the style of the original show.  One day I played a recording for Betty without comment hoping she would say what I wanted to hear, “Ray’s song!”  And so it is.

Perhaps I love it so much because the music seemed to match up perfectly with the words.  That is good since I rarely would comment to Michael what type of music he should write for any set of lyrics. The Soundcloud recording below is the one made by Michael after we agreed to put this song in the show. It includes the one word changed from the original recording, although I am still not convinced we needed to change. Can you guess the word below that was put it in only for the show, and what it might have replaced? Hint: It’s an end of line word.


What are the words to convey the meaning?
How can I express this feeling in me?
How to say thanks, for all that you’ve done —
You’ve opened my world infinitely.

You are the light that shine on my journey.
You are the smile that inspires my day.
You are the power that makes me keep moving.
You are the wisdom that shows me the way.

For me to share in the dreams of your world,
For you to share in the building of mine –
This is a gift for which I am grateful.
This I’ll remember throughout my lifetime.

You are the laughter that sings in my heaven.
You are the tears that come now and then.
You are the reason for me to keep trying.

Thank you so much,
Thank you so much,
Thank you so much
For being my friend.


Kenny Rogers – The Gambler Lyrics

On a warm summer’s evenin’ on a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a starin’ out the window at the darkness
‘Til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.

He said, “Son, I’ve made my life out of readin’ people’s faces,
And knowin’ what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
So if you don’t mind my sayin’, I can see you’re out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey I’ll give you some advice. ”

So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
Said, “If you’re gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.

You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.

Now Ev’ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin’
Is knowin’ what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
‘Cause ev’ry hand’s a winner and ev’ry hand’s a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep. ”

So when he’d finished speakin’, he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.

You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.

Songwriters: DON SCHLITZ
The Gambler lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


Lyrics to Sympathy for the Devil

Artist: The Rolling Stones
Album: Beggars Banquet
Released: 1968
Songwriter(s): Jagger/Richards
Recorded: 4–5, 8–10 June 1968

Sympathy for the Devil
The Rolling Stones

Please allow me to introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
I’ve been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man’s soul to waste
And I was ’round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a general’s rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
(Woo woo, woo woo)
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades




And then, just to follow up with something so your brain is fully reset this final Sunday in November:
JEFFERSON AIRPLANE – WHITE RABBIT & SOMEBODY TO LOVE – from American Bandstand, 1967 (!)

So there’s some serious percussion — “In A Gadda Da Vida” was THE percussion solo in its day.  Followed by Grace Slick and Jefferson Airplane doing “White Rabbit” … on American Bandstand, no less. With Dick Clark. A minor conflict of cultures in bloom.

Happy Sunday!


Hunter Hayes, Rich Paschall, Sunday Night Blog

Crowded hallways are the loneliest places
For outcasts and rebels
Or anyone who just dares to be different

He admits it.  He is a geek.  Someone who is a bit different from the crowd.  He was picked on in school, not severely like some others, but a little anyway.  He was not one of the cool kids.  Perhaps you would consider him a bit of an outcast, not a rebel.

And you’ve been trying for so long
To find out where your place is
But in their narrow minds
There’s no room for anyone who dares to do something different

He also loves music.  He always loved music.  He loves to play it and to sing and even to write it.  Perhaps the others just did not know, but he was good, real good.  He mastered the instruments he played, lots of instruments.  He was different and he dreamed different.

Live at Sears Centre, Illinois

Oh, but listen for a minute

He received encouragement at home and from friends and could shake off those who would look down on him, even push him around.  He was encouraged to seek out his dream, and he did just that.  Now he has advice for those who feel different, outcast, or even Invisible.  They may hurt inside, but he wants them to know they will not always be “Invisible.”

Trust the one
Who’s been where you are wishing all it was
Was sticks and stones
Those words cut deep but they don’t mean you’re all alone
And you’re not invisible

So Hunter made music and pursued his dream and people took notice.  He didn’t look different to promoters and friends. He looked like the All American Boy who could sing and play.  He got jobs and gave performances and got a record deal.  He became a sensation to the You Tube generation and could fill theaters and concert halls.  Soon he had hits and had a story to tell.  In fact his second studio album is titled Storyline.  He’s one of the cool kids now.

Hear me out,
There’s so much more to life than what you’re feeling now
Someday you’ll look back on all these days
And all this pain is gonna be invisible
Oh, invisible

And his message comes from the heart:

So your confidence is quiet
To them quiet looks like weakness
But you don’t have to fight it
‘Cause you’re strong enough to win without a war

Hunter was confident in his ability to play and write music.  He won his war.  He became what others in the high school hallway would not have expected.  He became a star.  He also got a Grammy nomination for Best Country Solo Performance of his song, “Invisible.”  In addition to writing the song, the studio album also credits him for “Lead vocals, Piano, Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Percussion.”

Every heart has a rhythm
Let yours beat out so loudly
That everyone can hear it

Everyone can hear Hunter now.  He’s hit the big time. He did not do it for the bling.  He does not have a crew of hangers-on.  He meets fans, signs autographs and gives thanks for what he has.  Now the cool kids and the geeks are fans of Hunter.  At age 25 Hunter Hayes has garnered a long list of award nominations since picking up Country Music Association Award for New Artist of the Year (2012) . It does not get cooler than that.  To his fans, Hunter wrote in the Storyline notes, “Thank you for not only giving the music its meaning, but also for giving me a place where I feel I belong.”

And someday you’ll look back on all these days
And all this pain is gonna be invisible
It’ll be invisible

“It sucked at the time…” I guess its okay now.

Note:  On August 26, 2017 Hunter Hayes was the opening act for Zac Brown Band at Wrigley Field, Chicago.

Invisible, Hunter Hayes, Bonnie Baker, Katrina Elam, 2014, Songs of Universal Inc.


My husbands’s father was a tailor as was my mother.

This classic folk song was not written for either of them. These are The Animals and they did not write the song either. They did record its first major commercially successful version — but hardly its last.

The song has been around a few hundred years. Here, there … and probably elsewhere, too.


There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I’m one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin’ man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he’s satisfied
Is when he’s on a drunk

[Organ Solo]

Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I’m goin’ back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I’m one