jaime leopold and the short stories

jaime leopold and the short stories

 Portland, Oregon, USA
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The Short Stories play American Quirk (tm) We are a five piece band playing all original material - mining the country/folk/americana veins and telling tales about life in America. Good words, good melodies, good players - isn't that what the world needs?

Biography

Jaime:
I was born under the Star of David in the Bronx, U.S.A.. Hitching across the country at the age of four, the Leopold clan arrived in Portland, Oregon greeted by the first wave of immigrants who had set up camp in smoky teepees at S.W. 13th and Mill Streets – now the site of the 405 Interchange.

After graduating with the slightest of honors from Washington High School, I set off for San Francisco State College and the boiling cauldron of the Haight-Ashbury. There, dressed in the style of the times, I played string bass in the Electric Orkustra with David La Flamme and Bobby Beausoleil before being escorted to the S.F. County Jail – do not pass go, do not collect $200.

After six months I was released to find girlfriend abandonment and fled screaming to NYC. Overtaken by loneliness I called my old pal Dan Hicks who invited me to join his merry band. Then proceeded five years of ups & downs, needles and spoons, grand glories & low dodges.

After four well-received albums, but in perilous health, I returned to Portland to come clean to my Confessor. That done, I loved, married and helped to raise two wondrous daughters .

Through it all I never stopped scribbling in my l diary creating musical portraits of the living and the dead. Fire walk with me.

Lyrics

in the land of muscle cars

Written By: jaime leopold


In the Land of Muscle Cars

In the land of muscle cars, on the street of topless bars
Came an angel one day, (they) said she must have lost her way
But really who’s to say, what gets a girl that way

Dancing under lights bright glare, to a thousand yearning stares
Men would come and men would go, but what did they really know
about her secret, secret soul, as she danced around that pole

(And she thought)
It’s not where you come from….it’s where you’re going to
It’s not where you come from…..it’s where you’re going to

Then one night she met a guy, something special in his eyes
And she knew he was the one, so they made her little one
And he was gone before the son ever came into this world

(and mama said)
It’s not where you come from….it’s where you’re going to
It’s not where you come from…..it’s where you’re going to
it’s where you’re going to

We lived life the best we could, the world our neighborhood
Sailed currents maritime, danced down the Argentine
And in her houseboat on the Seine, I was with her at the end.

(and mama sighed)
It’s not where you come from….it’s where you’re going to
It’s not where you come from…..it’s where you’re going to
it’s where you’re going to

In the land of muscle cars
On the street of topless bars
Came an angel one day
Said she must have lost her way
But really whose to say
What gets a girl that way

jesus loves a fool like me

Written By: jaime leopold

Jesus Loves a fool like me Copyright Jaime Leopold 2009

G6 C6
Jesus loves a fool like me
G6 C6 F6
and with his love…he sets me… sets me free
B7 e minor A min. D7 C, G
free to be a fool, free to be a fool…. like me

G6 C6
I see Jesus up in the trees,
G6 C6 F6
I see his face in every leaf and bow
B7 e min.
And through all the clouds…I know
A min. D7 G C, G
He’ll always shine down on me somehow, on me somehow

Cho:

B7 E min
It’s good to have some like Jesus
D7 E min
Always by your side
B7 E min.
Backin’ down the devil,
F#7 B7
behind the double-wide

G6 C6
Jesus loves me through all my sins,
G6 C6 F6
he loves me no matter what shape…what shape I’m in
B7
and I can’t begin to say
E min.
how much love for him grows every day, each and every day

shadows dancing on the wall

Written By: jaime leopold

Shadows Dancing on the Wall (copyright 2009 Jaime Leopold)

The lights from the parking lot cast a…friendly glow
Across the bed sheets that we used to know
I drive by our old motel, sometimes I take a room
I sit on the bed with the lights off
Hoping, that you’re not really gone

Cho:
And I keep seeing our shadows dancing on the wall

Do you remember that night when we forgot to pull the…window shade
Your old man pulled up, he almost had us made
We rolled on the floor , laughing and carrying on
his bright headlights searching the room
We were so glad when he rolled on

Cho:
But I wonder if he caught our shadows dancing on the wall
I wonder if he saw our shadows dancing on the wall

We turned on the lights got dressed, said goodbye and walked out into the… bright sunlight
It seemed so easy just to drive away
We got in our cars and just turned the keys
but I wonder do you ever think about us and our dangerous times
I still get goose those bumps, we must’ve been out of our minds

Cho:
Cause’ I keep seeing our shadows dancing on the wall
I reach out to touch, but they’re just shadows on the wall
I keep seeing our shadows dancing on the wall

Com'on, Mexico!

Written By: jaime leopold

Com’on, Mexico

A friend of mine sat me down the other day
Said I’ve got something important to say
You’ve been looking so sad these days
I’ve got just the cure for your meloncholi- ay, she said

Com’on, Mexico … we got to go

She said I’ve got people down in Coyacon
Near the Blue House full of Frida’s songs
Bougainvillea blooming right outside your room
A man with a push cart wants to sell you some booze

Com’on, Mexico …we got to go
Com’on we got to go, dear ol’ Mexico

Walkin’ down Reforma with your six guns on
You and your lover in the soft pink dawn
Mariachi Square blazin’ all night long
You’ll be drinkin anejo and a singin’ this song

You’ll say….
com’on mexico…we gotta go
Come’on we done did go…. dear ol’ mexico

All this happened a while ago
I still get sad sometimes as you well know
But when I do I hear your soft voice say
I’ve got the cure for your meloncoli-ay

Com’on, Mexico …we got to go
Com’on we got to go, dear old Mexico

Copyright 2009 Jaime Leopold

a new way to run

Written By: jaime leopold

A New Way to Run

Fire fight down the alley last night, two dead on the block
Could be in Downey, Beirut or in Iraq
Kids huddle together waiting to die alone
Is this how we play it… on and on and on

Some say it’s the devil, come to claim his due
But I say that’s bullshit, it’s just me and me and you
Until we get our stories straight and all our minds get right
We’ll just keep on marching through this airless, endless, night

Cho:
Why do we bare these crosses every day, fools laid them on us and made
us their slaves
There must be a way out of this circle of shame, we have to find it because there’s no one else to blame.
And I swear to you, my newborn son, I’ll find for you a new way to run
A new way, a new way to run

In a diamond mine in Kenya, in a cell in Petrogrod
There’s a man who looks just like you, only his name is not Bob
It’s Yuri, Otungi, Sasha, Lagos or Vadeem
But it doesn’t really matter ‘cause you’re all one and the same

And you murdered his grandfather, and he stabbed yours with a lance
High on the frontier between Ethiopia and France
It all happened when time collapsed right before you and I
were just a twinkle...a mote in some god’s eye

Cho:
And our time is so short, to have and to hold
Treasure each moment, now that’s real gold
To be one together, on this planet earth
If this be our destiny then we must make it work

And I swear to you my newborn son, I will bring to you a new way to run
And I swear to you my newborn son, I will bring to you a new way to run
A new way, a new way to run

Copyright Jaime Leopold 2008
From the battlements of zambia to the shores of teohuacan

Surrounded by blind death yet we keep soldiering on

Is this our children’s story too

On and on and on

When You Gonna Tell Her

Written By: Jaime Leopold

When You Gonna Tell Her Copyright 2009 Jaime Leopold

When you gonna tell her, tell her just like that
When you gonna to tell her that you ain’t never coming back… no, no, no
I want to be there I want to see your smiling face
You’re a real heartbreaker and I know, oh, oh you like it like that

When you gonna tell, tell her right to her face
When you gong to tell her someone else will take her place… yeah, yeah, yeah
Well I want to be there just to see your lyin’ face
You’re a real heartbreaker and I know, oh, oh you like it like that

Cho:
Walking down the aisle all roses and smiles
She thinks you’ll stick around
But staying awhile was never your style
And I forgot you like it like that, I forgot you like it like that

Well I’m gong to tell her, tell her just like that
Well I’m going to tell her that you’re never coming back
I hope you’ll be there just to see your lyin’ face
This is one heart baby I know, oh,oh, you’re never going to break

Cho:
Walking down the aisle all roses and smiles
You really thought you’d pulled it off
But old friends, we come back again
and you forgot - I like it like that

Walking down the aisle all roses and smiles
You really thought you’d pulled it off
But old friends, we come back again
and you forgot - I like it like that
You forgot I like it like that, I like it like that

Five o'clock Riser

Written By: jaime leopold

Five o’clock riser, on that downtown line

She gets up at the dawning, gets the kids ready for school - feeds the cat and the dog and the doorbell rings
It’s another bill collector, trying to take everything
But she can’t let that happen, so she’s flying out the door
Going to work in the garden, of someone else’s soul

She needs to catch that line, she needs to catch that line.
She needs to catch that line

Five o’clock riser, on that downtown line
Five o’clock riser, on that downtown line

His alarm goes off at 4:45, hits the snooze and he’s up by five – makes his coffee and his sandwich for the day
But the sun is down and night is coming on,
she ain’t home yet and he has to be gone
to make the swing shift at the six-thirty call
And he’s lucky to have any job at all

And he needs to catch that line, he needs to catch hat line,
he needs to catch that line

Five o’clock riser, on that downtown line
Five o’clock riser, on that downtown line

Now they look out their windows and turn in their seats – just to catch a little look a little glance
And as they pass in the evening they wave to each other from across the street
And that moment in time is the most precious of things
It fills them with hope, it fills them with dreams

She’s going uptown , he’s going down –
The that’s just life ridin’, ridin’ that line
She’s going uptown , he’s going down –
The that’s just life ridin’, ridin’ that line

Five o’clock riser, on that downtown line

Copywrite 2009 Jaime Leopold

Follow me now, follow me down

Written By: jaime leopold

Follow Me Now, Follow me down

Papa was a man of the cloth he followed his calling down to Barbados
That’s where he met ma mama, huddled together in a tornado
His little church it blew down, he had to build it up from the ground
To get the people going here’s what he say:

Follow me now, sinner, follow me now follow me down
Follow me now children, follow me now follow me down

Papa taught me all that he could, about making music and that it was good
Mama taught you’re as good as you give and that’s how we live
And when I went to Big Town, I still felt them all around
I close my eyes and I hear them say:

Follow me now children follow me now follow me now
Follow me now brother follow me sister follow me down.

Now I play the world with my songs, try and help the people do right from wrong
But every year I come back home, I come back to kiss the stone
Mamma and papa they lay side by side, underneath the great blue sky
I close my eyes and I hear them say:

Follow me now, children follow me now follow me down
Follow me now children follow me now follow me down

Maybe someday I will come home and start a little church all of my own
We will praise him all night long making music, dancin’ and singin’ our songs
I will ask the folks of my town I will ask them all to come down
And here is what I will say:

Follow me now sinner, follow me now follow me down
Follow me now sister, follow me brother follow me down
Follow me now children, follow me now follow me now.

Copywrite 2009 Jaime Leopold

I Threw My Hat Up To The Stars

Written By: jaime leopold

I Threw My Hat Up to the Stars

I was busted down, not doing good, looking for an ark to ride out the flood
I went on down to the Spinnin’ Wheel, lookin’ to buy me somethin’ to believe in
I had a drink, I met this girl, she gave me something to believe in

Cho:
We waltzed clear across Texas, all the way up to Tulsa town
I threw my hat up to the stars and it never did come down
I threw my hat up to the stars and it never did come down

She danced so nice
She danced so nice into my life

I rough necked rigs, she worked five and dime gigs
We were young with somethin’ to believe in
We drank our fill but never so much to lose that somethin’ to believe in

Cho:
We saved most of our money, we worked every inch of that Tulsa town
I threw my hat up to the stars and it never, never came down
I threw my hat up to the stars and it never, never came down

She danced so nice
She danced so nice into my life

We bought a ranch, it wasn’t much, just enough to believe in
We raised our kids on wild prairie dust, now they’ve all gone to leavin’
We’re gettin’ old, as old as sin but we still got that something to believe in

And I never looked back, back across Texas, to when my life was upside down
I threw my hat up to the stars and it never did come down
I threw my hat up to the stars and it never did come down

Copywrite 2009 Jaime Leopold

Five O'Clock Riser

Written By: Jaime Leopold

Five o’clock riser

She gets up at the dawning, gets the kids ready for school - feeds the cat and the dog and the doorbell rings
It’s another bill collector, trying to take everything
But she can’t let that happen, so she’s flying out the door
Going to work in the garden, of someone else’s soul

She needs to catch that line, she needs to catch that line.
She needs to catch that line

Five o’clock riser, on that downtown line
Five o’clock riser, on that downtown line

His alarm goes off at 4:45, hits the snooze and he’s up by five
But the sun is down and night is coming on,
she ain’t home yet and he has to be gone
to make the swing shift at the six-thirty call
And he’s lucky to have any job at all

And he needs to catch that line, he needs to catch hat line,
he needs to catch that line

Five o’clock riser, on that downtown line
Five o’clock riser, on that downtown line

Now they look out their windows and turn in their seats –
And as they pass in the evening they wave to each other from across the street
And that moment in time is the most precious of things
It fills them with hope, it fills them with dreams

She’s going uptown, he’s going down –
They’re both riding that line

She’s going uptown, he’s going down –
The that’s just life ridin’, ridin’ that line

Five o’clock riser, on that downtown line

She’s going uptown, he’s going down –
The that’s just life ridin’, ridin’ that line

Five o’clock riser, on that downtown line

Copywrite 2010 Jaime Leopold

You Always Followed the Money

Written By: Jaime Leopold

You Always Followed the Money

You always followed the money and look what it got you now
An SUV, a giant TV, a crummy house in a gated community

You always followed money and look what it got you now

You were a child of promise Angels at your feet, how could you, how could
Leave it all behind and for what, a sky box seat?

The patterns in the carpet make you think you can fly
The patterns in he carpet make you think you can fly
Her voice is in the jukebox and you want to die
Her voice is in the jukebox, her voice is in the jukebox…

You always followed the money and look what it got you now
Cold grey stairs in your air - conditioned nightmare
You always followed the money and look what it got you now

You were a student of commerce, a prince of all you surveyed
But you never, never understood restraint so you became its’ slave

The patterns in the carpet make you think you can fly
The patterns in he carpet make you think you can fly
Her voice is in the jukebox and you want to die
Her voice is in the jukebox, her voice is in the jukebox, her voice is in the jukebox.

You always followed the money and look what it bought you now

You always waited breathlessly for the next tick of the market machine, and when it crashed, you got smashed, all that’s useless now

You always followed the money, all you ever wanted was the money
Now you’ve got all the money, but look what it bought you now
All you got is more money and just look at you now, just look at you now

copyright 2011 jaime leopold

Discography

New CD: Jaime Leopold & The Short Stories