Lonnie Glass

Lonnie Glass

BandAmericanaSinger/Songwriter

Chapter Of Night is An American Civil War retrospective. 17 stories of struggle, loss, futility and courage. Lonnie brings together powerfully evocative lyrics, haunting melodies in this concert that brings to life this most terrible tragedy when brother pitted itself against brother.

Biography

I was born in Montreal, Quebec, Canada in 1950. My earliest actual
recollection was that of seeing Elvis Presley in 1957 at Maple Leaf Gardens in
Toronto. I knew even then that i had to be on stage.
It was 1964. Me and my best friend were off to see The Beatles. It was there that I
decided..."I'm going to be a musician".
The mid-late 60's in Toronto had a vibrant music scene where the artists such
as Joni Mitchell, Gordon Lightfoot, Neil Young, Rick James and Steppenwolf were
laying the foundations for musics' future.
I ended up going to school in the Deep South in Central Flrorida in the 60's. Disneyworld
was not even a thought yet. It was a lonely time where i would spend my weekends
picking the moss off the orange trees in the groves and listening to the black workers
singing the blues and telling tales of freedom and slavery in days long past.
I began there to see a distinct difference between their lives and the lives of the
white Floridians. I began to read about The Civil War, The Missouri Compromise and
The Dred Scott Decision.
I next spent my senior year in Upper New York State. Here was a different kind
of attitude. The Blacks who i befriended were more aggresive in their philosophy
more willing to protest. I wondered if there were any connection to their attutudes
with them being descended from Freed Slaves.
The Vietnam War was raging when i entered University in Michigan in 1967.
I played protest songs...Mainly Woody Guthrie, Pete Seger and Bob Dylan
because I was too lazy to learn more chords. I learned about struggle through their music.
When I finished school i was off to Europe for a year romp with my girlfriend.
On my return i went to Ottawa, Canada, got into a Psychedelic Band and played
and was on the road always.
I came back to Toronto in 1972 to be in a band that played Southern Rock...
again i felt a tug towards the "Dixie" in music.
In 1973 i hooked up as a bass player with Eddy Schwartz, who resides in Nashville
but who was and is an amazing songwriter. He was my first "up close look" at songwriting.
We toured and parted, i continued to work as a bass player until the early 80's.
I then hooked up with my boyhood friend and we began a ZZTOP tribute. This
afforded me the opportunity to travel North America constantly and I began to read more
about The South, The Civil War, The Battlefields, the Death...the suffering. I also
began to write. Travelling many times from Texas across to Florida through the heart of
the South gave me much fodder for stories.
The internet happened, for me, in 2001...I began to submit my songs for review on
several music sites and received an e-mail from a poet in Leesburg, Virginia who
wanted me to put music and my gravelly voice to some of his words. I began a
co-writing relationship with Norman Ball. It was while visiting him in Virginia that I
drew my attention to the intense concentration of battles during the Civil War that took
place in a small trough stretching from Washington to Richmond, Va.
There was something drawing me here time and time again in my writing.
I have had several CD's.. I am still travelling and gigging with my
ZZTOP tribute. My focus this past year has been to create this special CD and to begin touring
so I could bring to light an objective overview of this most terrible tragic period for America,
not as a condemnation or to villify the vanquished but merely as a retrospective

Lyrics

Dirt Road

Written By: Lonnie Glass/Norman Ball

Sea of Gray marched back to Georgia
Waves of Blue marched north toward Maine
hollow eyes in blood-stained soldiers
two great sides feel one great pain

now that the war is ended
politicians seek the prize
carpetbagger's fill their bag of tricks
with all those reconstructed lies.

chorus:
we are travellers on the same dirt road
we're all searchin' for our home
lay our muskets on our front porch floor
ain't gonna be fightin' no more

My wife swears there's a difference
a new darkness in my eyes
to my young boy i am a stranger
i sit alone at night and cry

still those Federals gonna stay here
10 years longer, maybe more
gets this old Gray boy to thinkin'
what the hell was all that fightin' for

we are travellers on the same dirt road
we're all searchin' for our home
lay our muskets on our front porch floor
ain't gonna be fightin' no more

bridge
I can never plant a meadow
or cast a barley seed
without the haunting knowing
that I've made my brothers bleed

every year now in Springtime
we gather round try to recall
we share our stories about battles
try to make sense of it all

so many young boys were the fallen
wonderin' how we missed their fate
forgiveness brings redemption
the key that opens up those gates

we are travellers on the same dirt road
we're all searchin' for our home
lay our muskets on our front porch floor
ain't gonna be fightin' no more

Hogs In The Wheatfield

Written By: Lonnie Glass

HOGS IN THE WHEATFIELD

gold field ripened
blood flowin' red
bullets and bayonets
buzzin' round their heads
brother 'gainst brother
together they died
in the Devil's Den & The RoundTop
you could hear the angels cry

hogs in the wheatfield, no one has survived
hogs in the wheatfield, no one is recognized

4,000 brothers, 4,000 sons
2000 wailing widows
4,000 silent guns
canisters are bursting
from the cannons Napoleon snouts
hidden so deeply in the woods all about

hogs in the wheatfield, no one has survived
hogs in the wheatfield, no one is recognized

scores are settled, decrees are signed
crosses and statues are all in a line
though 50,000 footsteps
fell silent on that day, look out,
the hogs in the wheatfield
won't ever go away

hogs in the wheatfield, no one has survived
hogs in the wheatfield, no one is recognized

The Hurricane

Written By: Lonnie Glass

when Georgia cheered Robert E. Lee
one thing they just couldnt see
was Tecumseh Sherman and his blue boys
marching to the sea

Atlanta was built in 100 years
in just 30 days they burnt the town
with a white flag flyin' overhead
that was the night they drove Dixie down

i felt the storm and saw the lightenin'
i could hear the thunder break
saw lights burn on the horizon
i thought it was just a Hurricane

there's a courthouse in Appomattax
inside is a table and chairs
on the table is a declaration
the end of 4 years of bloody warfare

gazin' across from each other
was Ullysses and Robert E. Lee
when Lee withdrew his sabre
that was the end of the Confederacy

i felt the storm and saw the lightenin'
i could hear the thunder break
saw lights burn on the horizon
i thought it was just a Hurricane

the 1st shot was at Fort Sumter
the last made a president die
600,000 lay on the battlefields
limbs piled higher than the sky

bole weavil's got the cotton
Carpetbaggers got the gold
i got a mule and 40 acres
and Freedom for my soul

i felt the storm and saw the lightenin'
i could hear the thunder break
saw lights burn on the horizon
i thought it was just a Hurricane

The 54th

Written By: Lonnie Glass

freedmen came from miles around
just to lend a helping hand
but they was given half the money
thouh it may seem funny
they had to follow a white command

forged by the black committee
to regain a sense of pride
Fredrick Douglas gave them his mighty blessing
and watched as Southward they'd ride

abused by Colonel Montgomery
to burn down the Darian Streets
no enemy was ever sighted
no victory, no defeat

after years have passed us by
after cannons have turned to rust
the 54th will be remembered
long after bleached bones have turned to dust

but they were used like mules to pull lumber
not one of their muskets made a sound
but when the chance came at last
the load 'em and blast
they stopped the grays on James Island ground

Wagner was a high fortress
along the Charleston Beach
walls so thick & daunting
ramparts no army could breach

54th came marchin'
with Gould Shaw in command
now he's was buried "along with his niggers"
in a trench down along the sand

after years have passed us by
after cannons have turned to rust
the 54th will be remembered
long after bleached bones have turned to dust

William Harvey's got his medal of valour
that honour will long resound
he grabbed the flag from the fallen and shouted
"the stars and stripes will never touch the ground"

after years have passed us by
after cannons have turned to rust
the 54th will be remembered
long after bleached bones have turned to dust

The Game

Written By: Lonnie Glass/Michael Sherman


here come the blue boys
think we're goin' under
there's no escapin'
their storm and thunder

i was at Manassas
we had 'em on the run
by the time they took Vicksburg
they done took away our guns

then they reeled us in
we'll never be the same
we can never win
looks like they won the Game

there's no more case shot
we're firing quaker guns
standing at the skirmish line
defeat is going to come

thinkin' bout Chicamauga
Spotsylvania too
so much blood at Gettysburg
we knew our time was through

then they reeled us in
we'll never be the same
we can never win
looks like they won the Game

scary situation
i guard the pickett til daylight
we hide and seek they seek and find
the game's gone on for more than 1,000 nights

been 4 long years
since i seen suzanna
i may be buried in a cold, cold grave
if Sherman takes Savannah

then they reeled us in
we'll never be the same
we can never win
looks like they won the Game

Discography

2010 - CD/ Chapter Of Night...An American Civil War Retrospective

2008 - CD/ 'Round The Bend
2006 - CD/ Finishing Sentences
2004 - CD/ Goin' Home
1991 - CD/ Is Anybody Out There
Singles - Is Anybody Out There, Writing On The Wall