BRANT MILLER: Music

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Nancy Jo Glasgow locked me in a cabin in the Chiricahua Mountains in 2000. She didn't use a physical lock but she challenged me to pull myself out of the city and the distractions of my own mind and have a nature retreat to tap the deeper voices of the creative muse. It was challenging, karma-tizing and, ultimately liberating and empowering. I wrote or finished most of the songs from "Songs From Paradise" - see cdbaby.com - including this one, which jumped out of me like a frog from a pond.

As the moon and the sun come together as one and the anger drains from the sky
There's a goup down the way gettin' ready to play and I'm-a gonna tell-a you why
It's the big holiday of the new century, time for some razzamatazz
It's a come-on-down to the sermon mound for some real fine country jazz

There'll be fiddles and some saxophones, flutes from Argentina, a bodhran man from Ireland, his gal on concertina
A fellow on the sitar who hails from Katmandu
Some cats from way down under are gonna be there too
And I can't wait to hear them play a dozen didgeridoos

Verse 2
When you hear what is said gonna blow out your head, gonna make your motor go wild
No place you can hide, just come outside, every man, every woman and child
It's a for-every-one, it's a big ball of fun, more good than anyone has
It's a come-on-down to the sermon mound for some real fine country jazz

It will be a big party and everybody will be there
A picnic for the simple folk and for some a gala affair
You can wear your very finest but no one really cares
Cause it ain't about what you got to flaunt or what anybody has
It's a come-on-down to the sermon mound for some real fine country jazz

Chicken fried, Danish pies, African ice cream
Cous-cous, hummos, baba ganoush, Chinese lima beans
Swedish meatballs, Spanish omelettes, like you've never seen
You'll think you died, went to heaven, or woke up in a dream

There'll be fiddles and some saxophones, flutes from Argentina, a bodhran man from Ireland, his gal on concertina
A fellow on the bagpipes who's Scottish through and through
Those cats from way down under are gonna be there too
And I can't wait to hear them play a dozen didgeridoos

As the moon and the sun come together as one and the anger drains from the sky
There's a goup down the way gettin' ready to play and I'm-a gonna tell-a you why
It's the big holiday of the new century, time for some razzamatazz
It's a come-on-down to the sermon mound for some real fine country jazz
It's a come-on-down, every one in town for some real fine country jazz
Country jazz!