New Song

This morning I picked up my Martin guitar and wrote this song in less than 20 minutes. It came to me in it’s completed form. I wrote it down as it arrived in my consciousness.  Virtually no words were changed. No words were scratched out. I love the superconsciousness and my brain.

Abuse

Momma’s in the middle

Poppa’s on top

All I can think about is please make this stop

I’m on the bottom

Not knowing what to do

I don’t know if I should love you

Or if I want to kill you

Refrain:

Come alive, my thunder rise

Please make me want to survive

Demons in the closet

Buring my heart

Taking years to the surface

The pain from the start

Did nothing to deserve it

I was just a kid

Wanting life to be better

Instead of what it is

 Refrain:

Come alive, my thunder rise

To make me want to survive

He thought it’d make me better

To toughen me up

Adding rights to that wrong

Is just really messed up

I had to make a decision

This wasn’t my end

I’ve had to work on forgiveness

Just for survival again

Refrain:

Come alive, my thunder rise

To teach me how to survive

Just Like Tom Thumbs Blues

It has taken me some time to record some of my own guitar playing. This is one of the first songs I ever learned from Gary Bolstad in Berlin, Germany in 1968. It is a Bob Dylan song, “Just Like Tom Thumbs Blues”. The melody and lyrics mimic some of my melancholy side in music. Most importantly, I play it on a 12 string guitar. The octave strings add such a rich sound.

If I Were Young and I Didn’t Know

I love writing musical lyrics and score.  This song came to me in Columbus, Ohio, circa 1972.  I had just watched a news article about a mine explosion that took 91 lives.  I began to wonder why men would go down into a hole when they know the risks.  It occurred to me that they just don’t believe they could be there when the cave-in happens.

If I Were Young & I Didn’t Know

Written by

 James Frank

 Daddy worked the mines, so I’m a miner

What I know, I learned from watching him

Momma hid the fear of losing love-ones

Mining takes its toll, nobody wins

Mining’s been a hard a fearful business

Sunlight never sees my face

But busted rock and picking through the rubble

Darkness is my life, it is my day

Silvermine explosion down in Kellogg

Ninety-three good men trapped alive

Two walked away with their sweethearts

Ninety-one others lost their lives

Refrain:

Well, I’ve worked/staked many a claim

And I’d do it all again

If I were young and I didn’t know

Mining’s what I know, don’t think of moving

Daddy taught me well before he passed

Since then, I’ve taught my sons the work of mining

When mining’s all you know, there’s no contrast (you live the past) future is the past

Argonaut Mine – 47 – August 27, 1922 – Jackson California

Speculator Mine – 168 – June 8, 1917 – Butte, Montana

Sunshine Mine – 91 – May 1972 – Kellogg, Idaho