Eleanor Nicolás – This House Feels Like a Home



Eleanor Nicolás

Eleanor Nicolás,

Amsterdam, Netherlands:

This House Feels Like A Home

 
Writers:
Story Source: Eleanor Nicolás
Musical Sherpas: Marieke Slovin, Malcolm Brooks
Vocal: Marieke Slovin
Artwork: Eleanor Nicolás


When Eleanor Nicolás was a child, her family moved so frequently that Eleanor told her parents where she herself had decided to grow up.
 
I was born in Botswana
But I don’t remember it
Then we moved to Zimbabwe
But I don’t remember that either
 
Dad was posted to Geneva
But we lived in France
At the school I was ignored
 
I want to say
This house feels like a home
This house feels like a home
 
Playing on the grass with my guinea pig
When they threw the excrement
I was scared to practice on my bicycle
‘Cause they would come and knock me over
 
Things got better in Virginia
I didn’t feel like a foreigner
I had lots of friends
 
I want to say
This house feels like a home
This house feels like a home
 
My dad got posted to Turkey
That was a terrible shock
My sisters and I were harassed
Because we were blue eyed and blonde
 
Then I told my parents
I was tired of moving
I want to go to England
 
I want to say
This house feels like a home
This house feels like a home
 
Sometimes I’m still migrating in my mind
But when I close the door
I can leave it all behind
 
I want to say
This house feels like a home
This house feels like a home


Deb Soule – Mourning Doves Don’t Sing




Deb Soule – story source
Rockport, Maine
 

Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa, guitar

Chloë Isis – vocals

Will Foote – vocals


Mourning Doves Don’t Sing (iPhone recording)
 
For Deb Soule, mourning doves can be teachers of tenderness and healing, for people as well as for birds.
 
I found an injured mourning dove
Nestled in my compost pile
Keeping herself warm
Scattering sunflower seeds around
I lured her to the safety
The safety of my garden
 
Day after day
She came out from the trees
To sip the water
Held within the leaves
Of the teasel plant
The teasel plant
 
Chorus:
Mourning doves don’t sing
They coo
Cooing and reminding me
The veil Between birds and women
Is thin
 
Sometimes her mate would call her
Together they would converse
In their private way
One day she flew upwards
Answering her mate
Together they flew away
 
But that was not the end,
They came back.
All that summer
I could see
Them nesting in my garden
Nesting in my garden
 
Mourning doves don’t sing
They coo
Cooing and reminding me
The veil Between birds and women
Is thin
 
I went and got a bottle
Started to collect
The water of the teasel
To heal my people
To heal what has been broken
To heal what has been broken
 
Mourning doves don’t sing
They coo
Cooing and reminding me
The veil Between birds and women

Is thin
 


Cody Prandelli – The Midway Point


CodyPrandelli

Cody Prandelli

Camden, Maine:

At the Midway Point

Source: spoken personal story


About two weeks ago
It snowed a good amount
I’m sledding with my mom
Over at Mount Battie
 
On the way up
No one can drive
We just take the sleds up by walking
 
So as you know of course
We had to bring along
Both our dogs Nellie and Harley
 
It usually takes a while
To get up to the top
Because we get where it’s pretty steep
 
And although it’s hard to walk
Through all the snow and ice
It’s nice to talk to my mom
And have a chat
 
Then we reach a point
Where we pick up great speed
We both prepare the sleds
So nothing slows us down
 
Chorus:
So we go down with great speed
Because the road is pretty steep
Especially at the midway point
 
And we have both dogs chasing us
Behind us like rabid squirrels.
it’s great to feel a cool breeze
Through my hair
 
We finally slow to a stop
And Harley catches up
We decide we should probably rest
If not he’d die
 
So we go down with great speed
Because the road is pretty steep
Especially at the midway point


Beth Vix – He Would Call Me Rosebud



Beth Vix
Beth Vix – story source
Camden, Maine
Bay Chamber’s Documentary Songwriting Class – musical sherpas


He Would Call Me Rosebud (iPhone recording)
 
And he would sing me Edelweiss
As I went to bed
He would play guitar for me
I still hear it in my head
And he would call me Rosebud

Unrecorded verses:

We would watch parades
Or going walking or anything
I remember he would carry me
On his shoulders
My mom said he was kind of annoying
Just like my little brother
 
And he would sing me Edelweiss…
 
He used to make little Spock ears
Out of paper plates
And stick them to the side of his head
With my uncles
He would make little animals
Out of his vegetables at dinner
He refused to eat anything green
 
And he would sing me Edelweiss…
 
When I was four, in the middle of the night
He passed away of a disease of the heart
And i was right there when it happened
And mom was crying
And I didn’t know what was going on
 
And he would sing me Edelweiss…


Cooper Krause – Bloody Nose Blues


Cooper Krause
Cooper Krause – story source

Rockport, Maine

Bay Chamber DocSong Class 2015 – musical sherpas


Bloody Nose Blues (live iPhone recording)
 
Sitting in class one day
Bloody nose headed my way
I didn’t know what to do
I didn’t know what to say
Have them bloody nose blues

The teacher reached his pocket
To grab a tissue for my nose
The blood was coming out now
Like it’s coming from a hose
Blues, got them bloody nose blues

But I just rubbed my nose
A second ago and it came back
As if it was some sort of
Bloody nose attack
Blues, got them bloody nose blues

Well, at least it is my nose
Not my ears or my mouth
At least it is my nose
Not somewhere else down south
Blues, got them bloody nose blues

But as quickly as it started
The bloody nose is gone
The bloody nose is over
And so is this song
Blues, got them bloody nose blues


The Wolf – Will Foote



Writers:

Will Foote – Story Source

Malcolm Brooks – Musical Sherpa
 
Will Foote, Malcolm Brooks – Vocals and Guitars

At his school, Will Foote learns that there’s a witch hunt for fellow students.
 
The first kid got in trouble,
And we all started freaking out,
Telling him no worries.
The wolf started feeding.
He found a couple more,
Calling them guilty as charged.
More names came out,
And we’re going insane and in defense mode.
 
One kids, three kids, two kids, and new kids,
We’re all finding out what this wolf is all about.
Taking attention from school work and friendship,
We’re all finding out what this wolf is all about.
Here I am finding out
 
All these boys experiencing life.
They’re only fooling around.
My job is to face the facts,
So that I can help them out,
And make sure they don’t lie.
Because once they lie to him,
The whole town becomes a Thanksgiving dinner
 
One kids, three kids, two kids, and new kids…
And when you came into my room,
A wreck and a mess,
What was happening?
You know my room is your safe haven.
We’re going to figure out what to do now.
Because once you lie to him,
The whole town becomes a Thanksgiving dinner.
 
One kids, three kids, two kids, and new kids,
We’re all finding out what this wolf is all about.
Taking attention from school work and friendship,
We’re all finding out what this wolf is all about.
 
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