Single Drop of Rain

This song was originally featured on our 2013 EP, Nowhere to Land. We will include it once again on our full length CD, Tight Connection, which is scheduled for release in December 2014. According to the description of lyricist, Mitchell Small, “This song provides a 1000 year history of the Mississippi basin, as seen through the eyes of…a Single Drop of Rain.”

Viewing lyrics for Single Drop of Rain (Baluja and Small) by Songs Unsung.

A Single Drop of Rain . . . it’s my story, true but sad, and I’m stickin’ with it

MJS October 2009

Sailing near the Gulf coast, to rest and recreate
The sun beat down and called to me, “Come evaporate!”
Said you’ve traveled on the land, for a thousand years
Tell us of your story
The laughter with the tears.

I floated upwards towards the sky, jogged my memory
The day I burst free from a cloud, landed near a tree
Somewhere in Wisconsin, on a glacial plain
And so began the journey of
A single drop of rain.

I seeped down through the soil, to aquifer below
400 hundreds years of silence, then I began to flow
Surfaced through a river bed, in 1491
Down the Mississippi….
I took my maiden run.

Scooped up by outstretched arm, with a deerskin flask
Lakota wacipi (wa-chee-pee), dancing, drum and mask
The Shaman’s trembling vision, three ships leaving Spain
Men thirsty for a new land, and
A single drop of rain.

I trickled many years, through the sacred mounds
Then I heard a new voice, new settlers and new towns
Nearby in St. Louis, explorers on a quest
Clark and Lewis unlatched
The gateway to the west.

I drifted 8 years on the banks, to a new town, New Madrid
A massive quake then shook the earth, I thought I flipped my lid
Buildings crashed, hillsides smashed, through the splay I sprang
They say it was the big one
The Boston church bells rang.

For 50 years I rested, an oxbow lake my home
Then soon once more I reached the shore, and I began to roam
Fort Pillow, Tennessee…. . 1864
Grey and blue, black and white
A blood red Civil War.

The General gave the orders, we’ll prove that they can’t cope
Soldiers slaughtered in the Fort, blood reached the river slope.
The North blues bled a plume of red, left the river stained
Too much to see, for even me
A single drop of rain.

I sank beneath the bank, ’till 1975
Cities, highways, factories, filled the countryside
Drifted on to Memphis, drawn in for its supply
Piped down to the land of grace
I heard a fearful cry.

I heard the song, of a King once strong, bittersweet and deep
I won’t be cruel, but what I saw, could make a teardrop weep
Swallowed with his pills, helped him ease the pain
A fatalistic voyage
For a single drop of rain.

Capped and treated, discharged, to the river valley
PCBs, refineries, all through cancer alley
30 years to ….New Orleans…., music in the park
The squeeze box turned silent
The daytime turned to dark.

I rushed on down to the Sound, the winds and rain were heavy
But tidal surge, brought me back, through the broken levee
No help for those I flooded, abandoned in our shame
Katrina’s wrath, chose the path
For a single drop of rain.

Slowly . . .

So that’s my story, true but sad, and I’m stickin’ with it
The angels cried, but hid their eyes, fearful to admit it
I pleaded . . . don’t weep . . . they answered and explained
. . . .Our tears are how you came to be . . . . .
. . . . . A single drop of rain…..

To hear more of the CD, visit our Tight Connection page on Bandcamp.

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Looking Back at The Zombies

The Zombies always had a certain aura about them. Their songs were clever and catchy, but they didn’t feel like the conventional pop music of their time. The band’s sound had an airy and mysterious quality that set them apart from their contemporaries. The following song, Tell Her No, was one of their bigĀ hits. Sit back now, and enjoy that laid back, hipness that made them so popular then, and has enabled that popularity to survive through the years.

Rest in Peace, BradleyQ

Last night, I was introduced to a relatively obscure songwriter/musician whom I had never had the pleasure of listening to before. Because the unfortunate news of his passing was so eloquently shared on a fan’s social media post, an interest was sparked, and I took the opportunity to visit this artist’s Reverbnation page. What I got there was a close-up view into the beautiful soul of BradleyQ. And as I sat there listening, it occurred to me that, aside from any prayers of sympathy I could offer to his loved ones, the best thing I could do to celebrate BradleyQ’s life was to listen, and to share that listening experience with others. So this morning, I introduce him to you in a post of my own.

Meet BradleyQ

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Plant the Seed, Spread the Word

Successful networking is a game of numbers. That principle certainly applies to the science of promoting art through social media. And although quality is more desirable than quantity, there is no need to be ultra selective in your pursuit for growth. If you are in this game to gain followers, subscribers, etc., you must be prepared to accept the fact that many of them are going to have very little in common with you, aside from a passion for creativity, and the ongoing drive to build an audience. And even then, their tastes are often varied. So don’t get too discouraged by the occasional indifference of those who appear to just be trying to build a legion of fans. Every one of them isn’t going to take the time to appreciate what you have to offer. But some, as well as some who are connected to them, might. And that’s why you must continue to plant the seed and spread the word…for the one’s that might. So the next time someone fans you, follows you, subscribes to you, or likes your work, don’t be annoyed to discover that they may not have even viewed it or listened to it. What is most important is that they at least show enough respect to reciprocate the support on the surface that you give to them when you fan, follow, subscribe, or like. By doing so, your network grows, making it possible for your work to be circulated. And that is how the percentages begin to work in your favor. That said, if you ever want to connect with me on whatever sites that we are mutually active on, below are my links. Rest assured, that unless you are excessively obscene, controversial, or completely whacked out, I will reciprocate.

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Website Link: http://baluja.net/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mike.baluja.1
Facebook Page Link: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Baluja/58318373083
Soundcloud Link: https://soundcloud.com/baluja
Reverbnation Link: http://www.reverbnation.com/baluja
Twitter Link: https://twitter.com/Baluja
YouTube Link: http://www.youtube.com/channel/UCDd6iuGXDYGuVntiu-joe6g
Google +: https://plus.google.com/app/basic/103859515923370021161
Bandcamp: https://baluja.bandcamp.com
Wordpress Open Mike: https://thevoiceoftampa.wordpress.com
Wordpress I Remember Tampa: https://iremembertampa.wordpress.com
Wordpress The System: http://fallintothesystem.wordpress.com

Thinkin’ of Paco Malo

I know you’re watching down on us from those club seats in the sky, Jim, but your Gold Coast Bluenote blog is still up and runnin’ down here, and available for all to stumble onto and enjoy.

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