<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491330806680485937</id><updated>2009-10-01T02:10:15.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan Vaillancourt</title><subtitle type='html'>songs.lyrics.ramblings</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Dan Vaillancourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311298048842712243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491330806680485937.post-8856750086840229981</id><published>2008-10-06T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T13:59:23.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song #26 - Zoey &amp; What Goes Around</title><content type='html'>The last in the series of the alphabetical fictional stories!  YAY!  I think this is a fitting one to end with.  :)  This series has been one of the most fun and exciting writing experiences I've ever had!  I hope you've enjoyed getting to know all 26 girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Zoey... Anyone who lived in the 80's or sees high school kids wearing 80's clothes will probably think this song is funny.  I was kind of obsessed with the 60's when I was growing up... so I can understand the facination of a decade past... sort of.   haha.  I got to play ridiculous lead guitar too so that was fun... ha!  This song would be lots of fun with a rock band and some harmonies and intertwining vocal parts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen/Download Here: &lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/50_90_Mp3s/Dan%20Vaillancourt%20-%2050_90%202008%20-%203%20-%2026%20-%20Zoey%20%26%20What%20Goes%20Around%20.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;Zoey &amp; What Goes Around&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/merch.php" target="_blank"&gt;Donate or Buy Merch HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey &amp; What Goes Around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey seems to be stuck in the 80's&lt;br /&gt;A little ironic because she's just 16&lt;br /&gt;She never even set foot in that decade&lt;br /&gt;But somehow the Reagan Era trickled down&lt;br /&gt;A box in the basement, she found my Atari&lt;br /&gt;She wears a Frogger shirt she found at a second-hand store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I never thought I'd see it again&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes around&lt;br /&gt;And what comes around will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey is always quoting 80's movies&lt;br /&gt;From Ferris Buller to E.T. to Breakfast Club&lt;br /&gt;Most of her friends have this fascination&lt;br /&gt;Even her boyfriend French rolls his jeans&lt;br /&gt;She's rocking the jams and she wearing her jellies&lt;br /&gt;She knows all the lyrics to every WHAM! song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey plays a mean air guitar&lt;br /&gt;Every time Eddie comes on the radio&lt;br /&gt;She found my old key-tar in grandma's spare room&lt;br /&gt;I should have smashed it at my band's last show&lt;br /&gt;she saw photos of me with my long hair&lt;br /&gt;She never quite looked at me the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) &amp; (p) Daniel L. Vaillancourt (ASCAP)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491330806680485937-8856750086840229981?l=danvaillancourt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/feeds/8856750086840229981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491330806680485937&amp;postID=8856750086840229981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/8856750086840229981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/8856750086840229981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/2008/10/song-26-zoey-what-goes-around.html' title='Song #26 - Zoey &amp; What Goes Around'/><author><name>Dan Vaillancourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311298048842712243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17563114768260506080'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491330806680485937.post-3984048405263768679</id><published>2008-10-06T13:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T13:53:34.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song #25 - Yvette &amp; The Zoo</title><content type='html'>Yay for Y!  I've always kind of wanted to write a bluegrass'y song like this.  You can thank my dad for taking me to all those bluegrass festivals while I was growing up... He's a heck of a picker and grinner...  :)  While I was writing this song I realized why it was so brilliant to have an ice cream stand in the shape of a giant ice cream cone.  I see one every time I drive through Perry, MI on M-52.  :) Still not quite sure about the logic of the giant Paul Bunyans, Deer, Cows, chairs... etc that I see while I drive around the country. ha.  Kids are heavy.  We should all have pet kangaroos...  (Yours is pink but mine is blue.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen/Download Here: &lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/50_90_Mp3s/Dan%20Vaillancourt%20-%2050_90%202008%20-%203%20-%2025%20-%20Yvette%20%26%20The%20Zoo.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;Yvette &amp; The Zoo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/merch.php" target="_blank"&gt;Donate or Buy Merch HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvette &amp; The Zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvette screams, “I want ice cream!”&lt;br /&gt;She saw the giant cone on the side of the road&lt;br /&gt;Double scoop of superman&lt;br /&gt;Keeps her quiet for ten minutes or so&lt;br /&gt;Yvette says, “Are we there yet?”&lt;br /&gt;100 miles is forever when you are 4 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvette says she is thirsty&lt;br /&gt;She spilled her water about 10 miles back&lt;br /&gt;Yvette is like peanut gallery&lt;br /&gt;And we have front seats to the backseat&lt;br /&gt;Stops at rest stops are starting to stress me out&lt;br /&gt;100 miles seems like forever when you've got a 4 year old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvette says that she's tired&lt;br /&gt;She wants to take a nap about 98 miles too late&lt;br /&gt;“But wait honey we're almost at the zoo.”&lt;br /&gt;“Don't you want to see the giraffes and elephants?”&lt;br /&gt;“Daddy, please won't you carry me?”&lt;br /&gt;Every single mile feels like forever when you're carrying a 4 year old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yvette, wake up.  Don't you want to see...&lt;br /&gt;...Lions and Tigers and Bears?” “Oh my back is killing me.”&lt;br /&gt;“Yvette don't you wish we had a pet kangaroo?”&lt;br /&gt;“I'd put you in the pouch, let her carry you through the zoo.”&lt;br /&gt;Yvette got a second wind at the end of the zoo trip.&lt;br /&gt;The 100 miles home seems like forever...&lt;br /&gt;So, we got a hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;With a view.&lt;br /&gt;And a Pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) &amp; (p) Daniel L. Vaillancourt (ASCAP)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491330806680485937-3984048405263768679?l=danvaillancourt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/feeds/3984048405263768679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491330806680485937&amp;postID=3984048405263768679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/3984048405263768679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/3984048405263768679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/2008/10/song-25-yvette-zoo.html' title='Song #25 - Yvette &amp; The Zoo'/><author><name>Dan Vaillancourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311298048842712243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17563114768260506080'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491330806680485937.post-1393870268471649554</id><published>2008-10-06T12:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T13:48:47.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song #24 - Xandra &amp; The Next Thousand Years</title><content type='html'>The all awaited X!  hah.  Everyone wanted to know what I was going to do for XYZ.  :)  Xandra is a pretty cool named... It is a form of Alexandra.  I wrote this one on the acoustic but soon realized that it was better suited for the electric.  This was a fun one to do... I added an ebow track too because... hey ebow is fun.  Someday I want to be in a band and just play the ebow... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about one of those friends that can calm you down without even really having to do anything but listen... Their very presence is calming. We learn from these old souls, not to get stressed out the little things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen/Download Here: &lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/50_90_Mp3s/Dan%20Vaillancourt%20-%2050_90%202008%20-%203%20-%2024%20-%20Xandra%20%26%20The%20Next%20Thousand%20Years.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;Xandra &amp; The Next Thousand Years&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/merch.php" target="_blank"&gt;Donate or Buy Merch HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xandra &amp; The Next Thousand Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xandra takes a sip of her tea&lt;br /&gt;Chamomile with a hint of honey&lt;br /&gt;“Honey, why don't you pour yourself a cup, it'll calm you down?”&lt;br /&gt;“And sit with me and tell me whatever is on your mind.”&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at me and held a cup in her hand&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot all the things that are worrying me&lt;br /&gt;And she poured me some tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xandra listens to me&lt;br /&gt;Ten.  Eleven.  Midnight. One. Two. Three.&lt;br /&gt;A.M. Eyelids struggle. I doze off in my chair.&lt;br /&gt;She looks at me when I awake and brushes the hair from my face&lt;br /&gt;We walked to the kitchen hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;And I almost forgot all the things that were worrying me&lt;br /&gt;And she poured me some tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xandra has calming eyes&lt;br /&gt;Like she's known me for a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;Reincarnation always seemed so strange to me, but maybe it is true&lt;br /&gt;“Xandra, I hope I spend the next thousand years with you.”&lt;br /&gt;She laughed and she turned her head to me.&lt;br /&gt;I realized that most things just aren't worth the worry&lt;br /&gt;And she poured me some tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending:&lt;br /&gt;Xandra has a way with me&lt;br /&gt;When I'm worried&lt;br /&gt;The way she looks at me&lt;br /&gt;So comforting&lt;br /&gt;Like Chamomile tea&lt;br /&gt;Xandra has a way with me&lt;br /&gt;And she pours me some tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) &amp; (p) Daniel L. Vaillancourt (ASCAP)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491330806680485937-1393870268471649554?l=danvaillancourt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/feeds/1393870268471649554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491330806680485937&amp;postID=1393870268471649554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/1393870268471649554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/1393870268471649554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/2008/10/song-24-xandra-next-thousand-years.html' title='Song #24 - Xandra &amp; The Next Thousand Years'/><author><name>Dan Vaillancourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311298048842712243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17563114768260506080'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491330806680485937.post-9126051474238395621</id><published>2008-10-06T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:44:32.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song #23 - Wendy &amp; Her Wanderlust</title><content type='html'>W in the ABC series.  I was writing one of the other songs and this one just kind of came out and really came together when I recorded it.  I think Wendy is one of my favorite of the series.  A story of Wendy told in the voice of her companion.  I have been so fortunate to be able to tour around the US and make lots of friends that I have stayed with...  I can imagine many years from now going on a big road trip to visit everyone.  :)  I also know that looking back on an events like my first tours...  I seem to forget any of the bad parts and the more time passes, the more perfect everything seemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACTS:&lt;br /&gt;-There is a late night radio show called 'Coast to Coast AM' that used to be hosted by Art Bell, that I now love and was first introduced to me by the guy that I first toured with... We'd listen to it on all night drives.  It is on an AM station nearly anywhere in the USA: Check out coasttocoastam.com to find out what station is on near you.&lt;br /&gt;-Hard to believe that it wasn't that long ago when you were paid "gas money..."  It would actually fill your tank... a few times.&lt;br /&gt;-I really want to put strings on the chorus if I record it!&lt;br /&gt;-This song is pretty darn long... but I'm fine with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen/Download Here: &lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/50_90_Mp3s/Dan%20Vaillancourt%20-%2050_90%202008%20-%203%20-%2023%20-%20Wendy%20%26%20Her%20Wanderlust.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;Wendy &amp; Her Wanderlust&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/merch.php" target="_blank"&gt;Donate or Buy Merch HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy &amp; Her Wanderlust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wendy, Was is 1993? When you and me drove across the country?”&lt;br /&gt;'Coast to Coast' on the Radio... Late night companion, Art Bell, out on the open road&lt;br /&gt;Guitar in the backseat of the car, we played for tips at the local dive bars&lt;br /&gt;Drinks and dinner were always on the house, we'd sleep in the car or some stranger's couch&lt;br /&gt;That was the best time of our lives, I'd give anything to go back in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;“Wendy, Where did the time go?&lt;br /&gt;Wendy, when did we get so old?&lt;br /&gt;I remember when each other was all that we needed.&lt;br /&gt;Tips would fill our gas tank and would feed us.&lt;br /&gt;If I knew then what I know now...&lt;br /&gt;I'd change everything.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wendy, why didn't we stay out on the road just as long as we possibly could?”&lt;br /&gt;“Wendy, why did we do all the sensible things that everyone told us that we should?”&lt;br /&gt;In the days of cheap gasoline, everyone said what we needed was equity&lt;br /&gt;So we bought this prefab house in the hills of KY, and on weekends we moonlight in the bars of Cincinnati&lt;br /&gt;We've made quite a life in these KY hills, But I'd trade this house away to go back to our highway days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes late at night I still get the notion to leave it all behind and drive out to the ocean&lt;br /&gt;To see what Walt Disney did to New York City and to see how the rest of the world has changed&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what are friends are up to now, It's hard to tell from a yearly Christmas letter&lt;br /&gt;So they took their Christmas card list, made a few calls, set their destination to spare beds and couches&lt;br /&gt;Bags were packed light, guitar in the backseat and they took a road trip filled with friends and memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) &amp; (p) Daniel L. Vaillancourt (ASCAP)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491330806680485937-9126051474238395621?l=danvaillancourt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/feeds/9126051474238395621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491330806680485937&amp;postID=9126051474238395621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/9126051474238395621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/9126051474238395621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/2008/10/song-23-wendy-her-wanderlust.html' title='Song #23 - Wendy &amp; Her Wanderlust'/><author><name>Dan Vaillancourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311298048842712243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17563114768260506080'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491330806680485937.post-2936082503736387442</id><published>2008-10-06T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:34:19.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song #22 - Victoria &amp; Her Trophies</title><content type='html'>This is V of the ABC series... I wrote this song while I was teaching at a rock and roll camp about a month ago... Kids these days have all sorts of pressures to be better that the next kid...  and a lot of kids are overbooked... and really feel the pressure of it... I think I may have spit on my microphone when I recorded it.. ha. Kinda of sounds like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen/Download Here: &lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/50_90_Mp3s/Dan%20Vaillancourt%20-%2050_90%202008%20-%203%20-%2022%20-%20Victoria%20%26%20Her%20Trophies.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;Victoria &amp; Her Trophies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/merch.php" target="_blank"&gt;Donate or Buy Merch HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria &amp; Her Trophies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria is probably plotting against you.  She always has to win...&lt;br /&gt;First place.  Never second.  Doesn't want to disappoint...&lt;br /&gt;Her father.  Her Mother...  Tell her she needs to win.&lt;br /&gt;They need bragging rights at cocktail parties, your trophies are their prize.&lt;br /&gt;She'll do whatever it takes. She'll do whatever it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Victoria is everything they wanted her to be.&lt;br /&gt;All of the finest schools and the finest things.&lt;br /&gt;But everything is not fine. Everything's not fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study hard or sabotage, Its hard to be the best...&lt;br /&gt;At everything and all the time... she's got her game face on.&lt;br /&gt;5 hours a day for her beauty rest.  19 hours cramming to be&lt;br /&gt;Their perfect little princess, their overqualified queen.&lt;br /&gt;She'll do whatever it takes.  She'll do whatever it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria.  Valedictorian.&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet victories.  They show you off to all of their friends.&lt;br /&gt;They gave you everything, but didn't give you what you need...&lt;br /&gt;She's never quite good enough but she just wants to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;She'll do whatever it takes.  She'll do whatever it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENDING:&lt;br /&gt;Everything is not what she needs.&lt;br /&gt;And the best is never good enough.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is not fine.  Everything is not fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) &amp; (p) Daniel L. Vaillancourt (ASCAP)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491330806680485937-2936082503736387442?l=danvaillancourt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/feeds/2936082503736387442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491330806680485937&amp;postID=2936082503736387442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/2936082503736387442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/2936082503736387442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/2008/10/song-22-victoria-her-trophies.html' title='Song #22 - Victoria &amp; Her Trophies'/><author><name>Dan Vaillancourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311298048842712243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17563114768260506080'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491330806680485937.post-6368197620239896989</id><published>2008-10-06T11:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:30:48.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song # 21 - Unity &amp; Her Hippy Parents</title><content type='html'>OK... so U was the hardest to write of all of the songs in my ABC series... I have the rest of them done now too... and will post them once I get them recorded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up girl's baby names that begin with U... You may not be surprised to find that there aren't very many... at least in English... Lots of them in other languages.  I decided that Unity was interesting and that you'd have to have hippy parents to give you a name like that.... and I took that idea and ran with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen/Download Here: &lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/50_90_Mp3s/Dan%20Vaillancourt%20-%2050_90%202008%20-%203%20-%2021%20-%20Unity%20%26%20Her%20Hippy%20Parents.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;Unity &amp; Her Hippy Parents&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/merch.php" target="_blank"&gt;Donate or Buy Merch HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unity &amp; Her Hippy Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unity is picking olives from a tree&lt;br /&gt;Organic farming. Her parents, they are hippies.&lt;br /&gt;Garlic, olives and avocados&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention an orchard full of fruit trees&lt;br /&gt;Unity wonders how the rest of the world sees them&lt;br /&gt;With their homemade clothes, dreads, and of course they are vegan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Unity is trying to fix all the problems in this great big world&lt;br /&gt;And it's oh so natural for her&lt;br /&gt;Brothers and sisters trying to fix all the problems in this great big world&lt;br /&gt;And it's oh so natural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unity is a middle child in a total of seven&lt;br /&gt;Resides in California on a little slice of heaven&lt;br /&gt;They have a bunch of crazy ideas to make the world work&lt;br /&gt;If you have a few hours, you can sit and scratch the surface&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to be optimistic in the California sun&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still not sure how organic vegetables will save the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a crush on Unity since we were just thirteen&lt;br /&gt;My parent's have a booth at the farmer's market next to hers&lt;br /&gt;We talk about world peace, politics and the avocado crop&lt;br /&gt;Crinkled her nose when she found out I eat meat so I told her I'd stop&lt;br /&gt;I asked her if she'd like together to discuss her philosophies&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait together with Unity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) &amp; (p) Daniel L. Vaillancourt (ASCAP)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491330806680485937-6368197620239896989?l=danvaillancourt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/feeds/6368197620239896989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491330806680485937&amp;postID=6368197620239896989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/6368197620239896989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/6368197620239896989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/2008/10/song-21-unity-her-hippy-parents.html' title='Song # 21 - Unity &amp; Her Hippy Parents'/><author><name>Dan Vaillancourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311298048842712243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17563114768260506080'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491330806680485937.post-8634540554338183452</id><published>2008-10-06T03:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T03:24:43.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song #20 - Tina &amp; Her Circus</title><content type='html'>I wanted to try and write a melody line similiar to the old organ parts at circuses (and ball games...etc...) following the events taking place... rises and falls...  and I decided to put a little organ in there too... the real deal.  :) Chances are you've known kids like Tina... Putting shows and are constantly doing things that have thier parents running to stop them... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen/Download Here: &lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/50_90_Mp3s/Dan%20Vaillancourt%20-%2050_90%202008%20-%203%20-%2020%20-%20Tina%20%26%20Her%20Circus.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;Tina &amp; Her Circus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/merch.php" target="_blank"&gt;Donate or Buy Merch HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina &amp; Her Circus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina was so tiny and she walked the tight wire at the circus&lt;br /&gt;And the flying trapeze, ended with skinned knees&lt;br /&gt;Death defying stunts always gathered gasps from the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Ohhs and Ahhs... Whew she made it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;What did we tell you Tina?&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me Tina!&lt;br /&gt;Someday you're going to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina was the ringleader, encouraging her friends to try&lt;br /&gt;To the dismay of the spectating parents&lt;br /&gt;Short attention span.  Long bouts of energy for Tina&lt;br /&gt;Vividly imagining the jungle gym is a big top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep up with Tina, All the while trying to stay sane&lt;br /&gt;Somersault from the highest point&lt;br /&gt;Was the grand finale and it almost ended bad&lt;br /&gt;But at the last moment, they ran to catch her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina was tired, finally laid down on the park bench&lt;br /&gt;Her parent's sighed... Thier life is a circus&lt;br /&gt;The sleeping circus star was carried to the backseat of the car&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow will be another circus of a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) &amp; (p) Daniel L. Vaillancourt (ASCAP)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491330806680485937-8634540554338183452?l=danvaillancourt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/feeds/8634540554338183452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491330806680485937&amp;postID=8634540554338183452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/8634540554338183452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/8634540554338183452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/2008/10/song-20-tina-her-circus.html' title='Song #20 - Tina &amp; Her Circus'/><author><name>Dan Vaillancourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311298048842712243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17563114768260506080'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491330806680485937.post-7691482957613506996</id><published>2008-10-06T03:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T03:19:17.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song # 19 - Summer &amp; The Great Outdoors And Inside Jokes</title><content type='html'>Here is a song about a girl named Summer.  I get to spent a week at camp each year teaching at a Rock and Roll camp... and have learned all about camp culture... I was a little confused for a while but after a few years I'm starting to understand all the hand motions and jokes... haha.  I see why people love to go to camp (at least this one)... it is this awesome little subculture and community of people...  People go to camp all through school and then become counselors.  I know people who get married at camp... and/or met their spouse at camp... etc.  If you've worked at a camp you'll understand this campy little song.  Camp has SO many inside jokes... each year/week/day... some live on forever.  I threw a couple little hints of inside jokes in the end... for the campers that will hear this eventually.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen/Download Here: &lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/50_90_Mp3s/Dan%20Vaillancourt%20-%2050_90%202008%20-%202%20-%2019%20-%20Summer%20%26%20The%20Great%20Outdoors%20and%20Inside%20Jokes.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;Summer &amp; The Great Outdoors And Inside Jokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/merch.php" target="_blank"&gt;Donate or Buy Merch HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer &amp; The Great Outdoors And Inside Jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Summer!  Summer... time to go to camp!”&lt;br /&gt;A now familiar phrase at the end of June&lt;br /&gt;The first time she was scared out of her mind&lt;br /&gt;But soon it became like a second home&lt;br /&gt;She had friends that she couldn't wait to see&lt;br /&gt;And by the end, she never wanted to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Along this gravel road, you'll find a wooden sign&lt;br /&gt;That reads -Welcome to Camp.  Leave your troubles behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something about camp that other people don't understand&lt;br /&gt;It is more than waterfront sand, hand motions to all of the songs&lt;br /&gt;It's more than crowed cabins and campfires every night&lt;br /&gt;You catch a glimpse of truth in each others faces at moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Acoustic guitar comes from across the lake&lt;br /&gt;You could sing camp songs, the whole night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A camper from grade to middle to high school&lt;br /&gt;She became a counselor, She spends the whole summers&lt;br /&gt;She sees her friends and sing all the songs&lt;br /&gt;Oh the great outdoors and great inside jokes&lt;br /&gt;Bandannas, Crocs, Tye Dies, bathing is optional&lt;br /&gt;If you find love at camp, you know it must be real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the great outdoors and great inside jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) &amp; (p) Daniel L. Vaillancourt (ASCAP)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491330806680485937-7691482957613506996?l=danvaillancourt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/feeds/7691482957613506996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491330806680485937&amp;postID=7691482957613506996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/7691482957613506996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/7691482957613506996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/2008/10/song-19-summer-great-outdoors-and.html' title='Song # 19 - Summer &amp; The Great Outdoors And Inside Jokes'/><author><name>Dan Vaillancourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311298048842712243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17563114768260506080'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491330806680485937.post-5050305067071420438</id><published>2008-10-06T03:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T03:15:08.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song #18 - Rosalie &amp; The Ocean In Her Eyes</title><content type='html'>Here's 'R' for you.  The first line came to me while I was working on something on another song... and went from there... I love the smell of the breeze coming off the ocean in New England... I like writing these songs about someone, as told through the eyes of someone else... all at the same time telling the story of the narrator also.  I used a little bit of an irregular chord stucture for part of the verses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen/Download Here: &lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/50_90_Mp3s/Dan%20Vaillancourt%20-%2050_90%202008%20-%202%20-%2018%20-%20Rosalie%20%26%20The%20Ocean%20In%20Her%20Eyes.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;Rosalie &amp; The Ocean In Her Eyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/merch.php" target="_blank"&gt;Donate or Buy Merch HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosalie &amp; The Ocean In Her Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosalie... Lived in a house down by the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Rosalie was at home down by the sea&lt;br /&gt;Salty New England Breeze&lt;br /&gt;Filled her lungs every morning, every evening&lt;br /&gt;Coffee tastes better out on the porch swing&lt;br /&gt;Where she can see the tides coming in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Rosalie is always beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I see her dress blow in the wind&lt;br /&gt;The ocean in her eyes and her eyes out on the ocean&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes on her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosalie married me out on this beach&lt;br /&gt;Just forty very short years ago&lt;br /&gt;All of our kids gone and grown&lt;br /&gt;And have families of their own&lt;br /&gt;There isn't anything I wouldn't trade in this life&lt;br /&gt;To sit with my wife and watch the tides coming in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I hope and pray every day&lt;br /&gt;That we can spend forever and a day&lt;br /&gt;Watching the river flow into the ocean&lt;br /&gt;And watching the rain drops falling down&lt;br /&gt;Time is a river, memories the rain&lt;br /&gt;We spend our days watching the the tides coming in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending:&lt;br /&gt;Eventually it came time for Rosalie&lt;br /&gt;To leave this world behind&lt;br /&gt;So, I scattered her ashes in the great Atlantic Sea&lt;br /&gt;And I watched as the tide was coming in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosalie, She was always beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I watched the ashes blow in the wind&lt;br /&gt;The ocean was in her eyes and her eyes were on the ocean&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes were always on her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) &amp; (p) Daniel L. Vaillancourt (ASCAP)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491330806680485937-5050305067071420438?l=danvaillancourt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/feeds/5050305067071420438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491330806680485937&amp;postID=5050305067071420438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/5050305067071420438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/5050305067071420438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/2008/10/song-18-rosalie-ocean-in-her-eyes.html' title='Song #18 - Rosalie &amp; The Ocean In Her Eyes'/><author><name>Dan Vaillancourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311298048842712243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17563114768260506080'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491330806680485937.post-1062219525205494252</id><published>2008-10-06T02:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T03:10:21.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song #17 - Quinn &amp; The Waves Of Lake Michigan</title><content type='html'>Well...   'Q' was not as hard as I thought it was going to be.  :)  The melody popped into my head at some point in August... and was inspired by driving Lake Michigan to get to WI and on the way there I saw the near full moon shine on the lake and on the back I saw sunshine and sunset...   It still amazes me.   I've taken many roadtrips to  the Lake and my friend Eric taught me how to body surf last year... apparently people also "really" surf on the lake... The waves get pretty big.  And although I had already written the song, I got to go take a road trip to spent Labor Day weekend on the camping on the coast...  :) Ahh... how I love the third coast... and I'm always amazed when people living in MI have never seen it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the first song that I've ever written that I go up into my falsetto for the melody... even if it is just for one word.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting Facts:&lt;br /&gt;- Lake Michigan has the world's largest freshwater dunes line the lakeshore. (Including the Sleeping Bear Dunes.)&lt;br /&gt; -Millions of people annually visit the dunes/beaches at state and national parks and lakeshores.&lt;br /&gt;-The Lake is the sixth largest freshwater lake in the world.&lt;br /&gt;-The Great Lakes shoreline is equal to almost 44 percent of the circumference of the earth, and Michigan's Great Lakes coast totals 3,288 mi/5,294 km, more coastline than any state but Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen/Download Here: &lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/50_90_Mp3s/Dan%20Vaillancourt%20-%2050_90%202008%20-%202%20-%2017%20-%20Quinn%20%26%20The%20Waves%20Of%20Lake%20Michigan.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;Quinn &amp; The Waves Of Lake Michigan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/merch.php" target="_blank"&gt;Donate or Buy Merch HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn &amp; The Waves Of Lake Michigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn had never been to Lake Michigan&lt;br /&gt;Even though she lived so close&lt;br /&gt;He told Quinn, “It was a sin...&lt;br /&gt;... Not to swim in the waves with the August Wind.”&lt;br /&gt;“Besides there are dunes for climbing...”&lt;br /&gt;“Sleeping Bear and her cubs.”&lt;br /&gt;“If no one else will take you, I will drive you there myself.”&lt;br /&gt;So there packed up his car to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves a little road trip&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants a little romance&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs a little vacation in the summer...&lt;br /&gt;So, let's go to the coast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn had never been in Lake Michigan&lt;br /&gt;She was afraid to get in over her head&lt;br /&gt;The waves are at least as tall as she is&lt;br /&gt;And he wants to teach her to body surf&lt;br /&gt;“Quinn, One, Two Three!”&lt;br /&gt;“Follow me... Run into the waves.”&lt;br /&gt;“If no one else will take you, I will drive you there myself.”&lt;br /&gt;“Come on.  Get into the water let's go!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn never wanted to leave&lt;br /&gt;She had seen sunshine, sunset, and moonlight...&lt;br /&gt;Like she'd never seen them before&lt;br /&gt;She'd run through the dune sand and the dune grass&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we don't notice what is so close&lt;br /&gt;Until we take a chance and get in over our heads&lt;br /&gt;“If no one else will take you, I will drive you there myself.”&lt;br /&gt;So, come on get in the car, let's go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) &amp; (p) Daniel L. Vaillancourt (ASCAP)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491330806680485937-1062219525205494252?l=danvaillancourt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/feeds/1062219525205494252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491330806680485937&amp;postID=1062219525205494252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/1062219525205494252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/1062219525205494252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/2008/10/song-17-quinn-waves-of-lake-michigan.html' title='Song #17 - Quinn &amp; The Waves Of Lake Michigan'/><author><name>Dan Vaillancourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311298048842712243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17563114768260506080'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491330806680485937.post-4103173366410785742</id><published>2008-10-06T01:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T02:59:05.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song #16 - Penelope &amp; The Hour Glass</title><content type='html'>I wrote this one in a little cabin while I was teaching at camp.  It was inspired partly by the kids in the early verses and walking out to a camp fire, that I was late for and seeing all of the stars... There is nothing like seeing stars in the middle of nowhere...  Really awe-inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another one of the songs that takes a dark turn in the middle... BUT it ends with hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen/Download Here: &lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/50_90_Mp3s/Dan%20Vaillancourt%20-%2050_90%202008%20-%202%20-%2016%20-%20Penelope%20%26%20The%20Hour%20Glass.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;Penelope &amp; The Hour Glass&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/merch.php" target="_blank"&gt;Donate or Buy Merch HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope &amp; The Hour Glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope wants to be everything and more.  &lt;br /&gt;Just a child.  You should see her smile.&lt;br /&gt;Full of dreams.  The world's an oyster and she is a pearl.  &lt;br /&gt;She'd give it a whirl. outgoing girl.&lt;br /&gt;Innocent eyes see beautiful things.  &lt;br /&gt;Innocent mouth always sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Starlight.  Star Bright.  I wish upon the first star I see tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope, teenager, trying to fit in... &lt;br /&gt;with the other kids, with the other sins.&lt;br /&gt;Did what she could to run with the crowd.  &lt;br /&gt;She was loud.  At least for now.&lt;br /&gt;Penelope held everything inside.  &lt;br /&gt;Ambitions slide. Easier to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage then divorce, baby on the way.  &lt;br /&gt;Bills to pay.  Works all day.&lt;br /&gt;No one seems to care she's a mother to be.  &lt;br /&gt;What about dreams?  What about me?&lt;br /&gt;It's always harder when things don't go as planned.  &lt;br /&gt;Hour glass.  Sinking sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope gets older, the world seems to change.  &lt;br /&gt;Isn't strange?  Things rearrange.&lt;br /&gt;Schedules and pocketbooks, bills pile up. &lt;br /&gt;Isn't it enough, just to not give up?&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are fading now, she's running out of time.  &lt;br /&gt;In a bind.  Forgot her lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope, gray hair, frail bones. &lt;br /&gt;She's going home...  alone.&lt;br /&gt;Her daughter turned out just like her.  &lt;br /&gt;Last chance or so it seems...&lt;br /&gt;...Is her granddaughter, she teaches her to sing, to believe, to follow her dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) &amp; (p) Daniel L. Vaillancourt (ASCAP)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491330806680485937-4103173366410785742?l=danvaillancourt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/feeds/4103173366410785742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491330806680485937&amp;postID=4103173366410785742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/4103173366410785742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/4103173366410785742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/2008/10/song-16-penelope-hour-glass.html' title='Song #16 - Penelope &amp; The Hour Glass'/><author><name>Dan Vaillancourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311298048842712243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17563114768260506080'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491330806680485937.post-1526886831494958084</id><published>2008-09-21T00:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T01:02:57.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song #15 - Olivia &amp; Her Former Lives</title><content type='html'>Yay for Olivia!  Olivia does sort of remind me of myself... haha... I was writing stories by 5 and wrote a play or two by 7 or 8.  I was/is a strange child.  :)  This song is helped out by my friend Jack Johnson on sax again...  Thanks Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting Facts:&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this song knowing that Shakespeare had invented the name in a play called the 12th Night and that her name means "Olive tree."  That was the sort of spring board for this song.  Then later, I looked it up on line to post some liner notes and found that the lyrics are even more fitting with the meaning and background of the name... I wanted to post a good chunk of the explanation...  I have a few of the name songs where I'm a little more dead on than I would have thought.  I found out she is also one of the patron saints of Music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Following is from: http://wiki.answers.com/Q/Where_does_the_name_Olivia_come_from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETYMOLOGY: The name Olivia in its Latin context means "an olive tree or branch". The name Olivia is a symbol of fruitfulness, dignity and beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORIGIN &amp; HISTORY: Introduced in its modern spelling by William Shakespeare in his 1599 play The Twelfth Night, the name may have been coined from the olive plant or as a feminine form of Oliver. Olivia is also derived from the early Italian name Oliva, meaning olive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before 1624 Palermo had four patron saints, one for each of the four major parts of the city. They were Saint Agatha, Saint Christina, Saint Nympha, and Saint Olivia. Saint Olivia is the patron saint of music. The beautiful daughter of a noble Sicilian family, at 13 years old she was kidnapped by Muslims and taken as a slave to Tunis. Impressed by her virtue and beauty her abductors permitted her to live as a hermitess in a cave. However, after she began to perform miracle cures on the local sick, many Muslims converted to Christianity. Consequently she was imprisoned, tortured and later killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FASCINATING FACTS: The name Olivia is said to create an interest in the deeper aspects of life. With a Destiny number of 5 a person with the name Olivia is most likely destined to be a free spirit. They'll grow to have the adaptability, inventiveness, and sense of adventure that allows them to take great changes with stride. A person with this name is said to be an eccentric, introverted thinker who is both analytical and mysterious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen/Download Here: &lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/50_90_Mp3s/Dan%20Vaillancourt%20-%2050_90%202008%20-%202%20-%2015%20-%20Olivia%20%26%20Her%20Former%20LivesII.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;Olivia &amp; Her Former Lives&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/merch.php" target="_blank"&gt;Please Support The Cause: Donate or Buy Merch HERE :)&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Olivia &amp; Her Former Lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia is always climbing trees&lt;br /&gt;She thinks that she can fly&lt;br /&gt;She might have been a bird in a former life&lt;br /&gt;What a strange, strange child...&lt;br /&gt;What a strange, strange child...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;O O O Olivia&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonderful thing, It's a wonderful thing... Olivia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's camped out for the twelfth night in a row&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the aliens to come&lt;br /&gt;Something about a dream.  Something about a sign&lt;br /&gt;What a strange, strange child...&lt;br /&gt;What a strange, strange child...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She recites Shakespeare at lunchtime&lt;br /&gt;She seems to know all the lines&lt;br /&gt;She acts out scenes on the playground&lt;br /&gt;What a strange, strange child...&lt;br /&gt;What a strange, strange child...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia sees the world differently&lt;br /&gt;and I don't think that's a bad thing&lt;br /&gt;I think she reminds me of myself&lt;br /&gt;What a strange, strange child...&lt;br /&gt;What a strange, strange child...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending:&lt;br /&gt;She might have been a bird in a former life...&lt;br /&gt;She might have been the bard in a former life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) &amp; (p) 2008 Daniel L. Vaillancourt (ASCAP)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491330806680485937-1526886831494958084?l=danvaillancourt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/feeds/1526886831494958084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491330806680485937&amp;postID=1526886831494958084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/1526886831494958084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/1526886831494958084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/2008/09/song-15-olivia-her-former-lives.html' title='Song #15 - Olivia &amp; Her Former Lives'/><author><name>Dan Vaillancourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311298048842712243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17563114768260506080'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491330806680485937.post-7725468033575545065</id><published>2008-09-21T00:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:56:56.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song #14 - Normandy &amp; The Nurse's Salute</title><content type='html'>Here it is... Song #14... All the kids/staff at the Rock &amp; Roll Camp seemed to really like this one, and have been bugging me to get it posted. (Umm... Here you go Kellen :) Finally got it posted)  My friend Jack Johnson stopped at my house on the way up to camp and played some sax for me too.  Good times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sometimes this song kinda gets me a little choked up... I think about kids that have to go through live like this and I've had a lot of friends and family in my life get diagnosed with cancer lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normandy has a bunch of parallels to WWII's battle of Normandy D-Day.  IF you remember a couple things from your history classes... you probably can pick them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen/Download Here: &lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/50_90_Mp3s/Dan%20Vaillancourt%20-%2050_90%202008%20-%202%20-%2014%20-%20Normandy%20%26%20The%20Nurses%20SaluteII.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;Normandy &amp; The Nurse's Salute&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/merch.php" target="_blank"&gt;Please Support The Cause: Donate or Buy Merch HERE :)&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Normandy &amp; The Nurse's Salute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normandy.  She is braver than me&lt;br /&gt;She seen more beds in hospitals that a child should ever see&lt;br /&gt;Jokingly... she said soon she'll be bald like me&lt;br /&gt;Her sense of humor gets her through chemotherapy&lt;br /&gt;She always makes the nurses laugh and she sticks out her tongue&lt;br /&gt;They all have funny stories about what Normandy has done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Another day. Another victory... in the battle for Normandy's&lt;br /&gt;Life against an invisible enemy&lt;br /&gt;She made it to another birth day.  She turned 13&lt;br /&gt;That 6th of June was a Delightful Day&lt;br /&gt;Another Day another Victory.  A Victory for Normandy&lt;br /&gt;Against the odds she made it to see 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normandy has seen things that she should never see&lt;br /&gt;All her friends around her are sick or dying&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she calls for her mother in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;But the bad dreams don't go away when she turns out the light&lt;br /&gt;She's made a lot of friends.  She always tries to make them laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Some of them got better and some of them have passed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normandy's nickname is the general&lt;br /&gt;She calls the doctors her allies and the nurses her troops&lt;br /&gt;To Normandy, all the nurses they salute&lt;br /&gt;The little things that get her through the day&lt;br /&gt;Doctors said she wouldn't make it to see 18&lt;br /&gt;But on her 18th birthday, she came to visit and say...&lt;br /&gt;“Another Day! Another victory! Another victory for me!&lt;br /&gt;You said I would never see 18!” She stuck out her tongue and yelled..&lt;br /&gt;“Oh yeah, Here I am... I'm 18... Look at me!”&lt;br /&gt;“Another Day! Another victory! You said I would never see 18!”&lt;br /&gt;So she stuck out here tongue and said, “Well Look at me!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) &amp; (p) 2008 Daniel L. Vaillancourt (ASCAP)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491330806680485937-7725468033575545065?l=danvaillancourt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/feeds/7725468033575545065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491330806680485937&amp;postID=7725468033575545065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/7725468033575545065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/7725468033575545065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-it-is.html' title='Song #14 - Normandy &amp; The Nurse&apos;s Salute'/><author><name>Dan Vaillancourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311298048842712243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17563114768260506080'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491330806680485937.post-6053621756630385102</id><published>2008-09-21T00:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:47:34.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song #13 - Mary &amp; Her Lies of a Saintly Life</title><content type='html'>Mary is # 13 of the alphabet series...  This is a play of two nursery rhymes (Miss Mary Mack and Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary) and Saint Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting fact:&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really do this on purpose initially but Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary is an English nursery rhyme; an alternate first line is "Mistress Mary, quite contrary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen/Download Here: &lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/50_90_Mp3s/Dan%20Vaillancourt%20-%2050_90%202008%20-%202%20-%2013%20-%20Mary%20%26%20Her%20Lies%20of%20a%20Saintly%20Life.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;Mary &amp; Her Lies of a Saintly Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/merch.php" target="_blank"&gt;Please Support The Cause: Donate or Buy Merch HERE :)&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mary &amp; Her Lies of a Saintly Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary in New Year City&lt;br /&gt;Wears her little black dress to the martini bar&lt;br /&gt;High Heels.  Silver earrings.  &lt;br /&gt;Diamonds shimmering around her neck.&lt;br /&gt;Short Dress.  Long Legs.&lt;br /&gt;Stretch out from under the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Mary quite contrary to popular belief...&lt;br /&gt;Is not as saintly as she seems&lt;br /&gt;Mary quite contrary to popular belief...&lt;br /&gt;Is not as saintly as she wants you to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary is the other woman&lt;br /&gt;He has a wife in the suburbs&lt;br /&gt;Business Suit.  Money Clips...&lt;br /&gt;Stuffed with hundred dollar bills&lt;br /&gt;Multiple Martinis.&lt;br /&gt;With tips bigger than her old paychecks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary is feeling guilty&lt;br /&gt;But not enough to trade this life in&lt;br /&gt;Cigar smoke swirling&lt;br /&gt;Like thoughts floating through her head&lt;br /&gt;Once she saw a photograph&lt;br /&gt;of his beautiful wife and kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She used to be her mother's perfect child&lt;br /&gt;Now she is the perfect mistress&lt;br /&gt;She still goes home to Iowa at Christmas time&lt;br /&gt;But her stories are all lies&lt;br /&gt;Her mother still believes she's the girl&lt;br /&gt;Growing up seemingly innocent in Iowa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary wants you to believe... Her life in New York City&lt;br /&gt;Is perfect and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) &amp; (p) 2008 Daniel L. Vaillancourt (ASCAP)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491330806680485937-6053621756630385102?l=danvaillancourt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/feeds/6053621756630385102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491330806680485937&amp;postID=6053621756630385102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/6053621756630385102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/6053621756630385102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/2008/09/song-13-mary-her-lies-of-saintly-life.html' title='Song #13 - Mary &amp; Her Lies of a Saintly Life'/><author><name>Dan Vaillancourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311298048842712243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17563114768260506080'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491330806680485937.post-8732716567235463985</id><published>2008-09-21T00:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:42:47.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song #12: Layna &amp; Turning On and Off</title><content type='html'>Layna is the 12th song in the alphabet series.  Thomas Boles was nice enough to sing some rock and roll backing vox.  :)   Layna is one of those girls where the boys all like her and the girls can't quite understand why... She turns the boys on and turns the other girls off.  She's kinda crazy too.  This is one of my favorites of the series so far.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen/Download Here: &lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/50_90_Mp3s/Dan%20Vaillancourt%20-%2050_90%202008%20-%202%20-%2012%20-%20Layna%20%26%20Turning%20On%20and%20Off.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;Layna &amp; Turning On and Off&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/merch.php" target="_blank"&gt;Donate or Buy Merch HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Layna &amp; Turning On and Off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layna is a firecracker&lt;br /&gt;She was born on the 4th of July&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Fire in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;She has a way about her&lt;br /&gt;The was hard to resist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Lately she is on and off and on again&lt;br /&gt;Layna is a little bit crazy&lt;br /&gt;Lately she is on and off and on again&lt;br /&gt;Layna really turns them on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layna has a bit of a temper&lt;br /&gt;She'll bunch you in the face&lt;br /&gt;Without thinking twice about it&lt;br /&gt;She'll put you in your place&lt;br /&gt;You better stay out of her way&lt;br /&gt;Or you'll get what you get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layna looks across the room&lt;br /&gt;She's got her eyes on you&lt;br /&gt;That red-headed temptress&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what she'll do&lt;br /&gt;She buys you a drink&lt;br /&gt;You're the envy of the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) &amp; (p) 2008 Daniel L. Vaillancourt (ASCAP)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491330806680485937-8732716567235463985?l=danvaillancourt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/feeds/8732716567235463985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491330806680485937&amp;postID=8732716567235463985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/8732716567235463985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/8732716567235463985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/2008/09/song-12-layna-turning-on-and-off.html' title='Song #12: Layna &amp; Turning On and Off'/><author><name>Dan Vaillancourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311298048842712243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17563114768260506080'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491330806680485937.post-2479460127256343880</id><published>2008-09-21T00:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:37:03.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song #11 - Kathryn &amp; Her Big Belt Buckles</title><content type='html'># 11 in the alphabet series.   Kathryn is normal girl, someone everyone has always known, and is a little rough around the edges... It just takes one person to see something special and beautiful in her... In this case, it is a beautiful nervous love.   It makes the world go around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting Fact:&lt;br /&gt;Ummm... please don't ever ask me to whistle on demand... haha... I was just sort of hyped on coffee or something when I recorded this and was kind of whistling while I was setting up the recording stuff and it ended up in the song...:)  It was just a fluke of nature that it worked. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen/Download Here: &lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/50_90_Mp3s/Dan%20Vaillancourt%20-%2050_90%202008%20-%202%20-%2011%20-%20Kathryn%20%26%20Her%20Big%20Belt%20Buckles.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;Kathryn &amp; Her Big Belt Buckles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/merch.php" target="_blank"&gt;Donate or Buy Merch HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Kathryn &amp; Her Big Belt Buckles&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn wears big belt buckles&lt;br /&gt;And at least a 5 gallon hat.&lt;br /&gt;She always plays Patsy Cline on the jukebox&lt;br /&gt;So call me crazy, but I think I'm falling in love&lt;br /&gt;So call me crazy, but I think I'm falling in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know Kathryn and her family&lt;br /&gt;All of us have driven by the ranch&lt;br /&gt;It goes on and on forever with a thousand head of cattle&lt;br /&gt;Seems like forever, I think I might be falling in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Like bull rider at a rodeo, I'm hanging on.&lt;br /&gt;For dear Life.&lt;br /&gt;Like a bull rider at a rodeo, I'm hanging on.&lt;br /&gt;For dear, for dear Kathryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn is like a diamond in the rough&lt;br /&gt;but it all smooths out when she smiles&lt;br /&gt;Snake skin boots and overalls&lt;br /&gt;I can't get over her, I think I'm falling in love&lt;br /&gt;I can't get over her, I think I'm falling in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something about that rancher's daughter&lt;br /&gt;That keeps me up at night&lt;br /&gt;Keep on waiting until the time is right&lt;br /&gt;To tell her, I think I am falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Keep on waiting until the time is right&lt;br /&gt;To tell her, I think I am falling in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to tell her, that I think I'm falling in love&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm falling in love... Oh I think I'm falling in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) &amp; (p) 2008 Daniel L. Vaillancourt (ASCAP)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491330806680485937-2479460127256343880?l=danvaillancourt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/feeds/2479460127256343880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491330806680485937&amp;postID=2479460127256343880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/2479460127256343880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/2479460127256343880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/2008/09/song-11-kathryn-her-big-belt-buckles.html' title='Song #11 - Kathryn &amp; Her Big Belt Buckles'/><author><name>Dan Vaillancourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311298048842712243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17563114768260506080'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491330806680485937.post-2326186574913778646</id><published>2008-08-12T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:35:40.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song # 10: Joanna &amp; The Grace of God</title><content type='html'>Goodness Gracious!  I started 'J' a few times before I wrote this one... I wrote all the way up to 'M' before I finished this one...  This is # 10 in my alphabet of names series. It was a hard one to write... but I like how it turned out...  there are lots of little twists in there.  It always amazes me when people lose everything but are still not bitter... This is the third song I've written where someone dies so far... hmmm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting facts:&lt;br /&gt;-Joanna means - "God is gracious"  and is derived from the hebrew word for 'Grace'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"The Joanna" or "the old Joanna" are nicknames given to the piano.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen/Download Here: &lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/50_90_Mp3s/Dan%20Vaillancourt%20-%2050_90%202008%20-%202%20-%2010%20-%20Joanna%20%26%20The%20Grace%20of%20God.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;Joanna &amp; The Grace of God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/merch.php" target="_blank"&gt;Donate or Buy Merch HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna &amp; The Grace of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna, gracious and polite&lt;br /&gt;Says, “The stars are the angels of the night.”&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother's house is her home&lt;br /&gt;The only family she'd really known&lt;br /&gt;Her mother grew up on this farm&lt;br /&gt;Her father grew up down the road&lt;br /&gt;They saw the same stars and the same moon&lt;br /&gt;It was the grace of God that saved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Joanna looks up towards the stars&lt;br /&gt;She said a prayer for her mother and her father&lt;br /&gt;Joanna looked up towards the stars&lt;br /&gt;Fireflies rise from the horizon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of tune piano, play those old songs&lt;br /&gt;Joanna and her grandmother sing along&lt;br /&gt;Just like her mother used to do&lt;br /&gt;She thanks God everyday for sparing you&lt;br /&gt;Joanna's faith never fades&lt;br /&gt;She is her grandmother's saving grace&lt;br /&gt;They sang the same songs to the same tunes&lt;br /&gt;It was the grace of god the saved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire burned hot and the fire burned bright&lt;br /&gt;But the angels were watching Joanna that night&lt;br /&gt;Her parents never made it through&lt;br /&gt;But the angels protected you&lt;br /&gt;From the fire that consumed...&lt;br /&gt;Your parent's lives...  you were two&lt;br /&gt;....It was the grace of  God that saved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They saw the same stars and the same moon&lt;br /&gt;It was the grace of God that saved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) &amp; (p) Daniel L. Vaillancourt (ASCAP)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491330806680485937-2326186574913778646?l=danvaillancourt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/feeds/2326186574913778646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491330806680485937&amp;postID=2326186574913778646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/2326186574913778646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/2326186574913778646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/2008/08/song-10-joanna-grace-of-god.html' title='Song # 10: Joanna &amp; The Grace of God'/><author><name>Dan Vaillancourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311298048842712243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17563114768260506080'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491330806680485937.post-8974401523965923600</id><published>2008-08-12T23:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:18:13.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song # 9: Isadora &amp; The Never Ending Wait</title><content type='html'>Song #9 in the alphabet of songs series... A little 2 chord rock song...  This might be the most rock that my voice has ever sounded... and the simplest song I have ever written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a sad song with a sad ending...  Sometimes things don't work out.  Sometimes it is hard to understand why...  I think about this when I see bad car accidents... what about the people waiting for them to come home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort of wrote this song thinking about the way my friend Thomas Boles would write a song... and luckily for me... he is visiting me from CA and I went down in my basement and told him I need him to do a little rock and roll backing vox... and he did... I think it helps to make the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen/Download Here: &lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/50_90_Mp3s/Dan%20Vaillancourt%20-%2050_90%202008%20-%201%20-%209%20-%20Isadora%20%26%20The%20Never%20Ending%20Wait.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;Isadora &amp; The Never Ending Wait &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/merch.php" target="_blank"&gt;Donate or Buy Merch HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isadora &amp; The Never Ending Wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isadora... Just can't ignore what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;Cigarettes... smoked the whole day long&lt;br /&gt;Fretting... over what might be going wrong&lt;br /&gt;Fretting... His guitar and played that song...&lt;br /&gt;That he taught her, played it the whole night long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing turned into something.&lt;br /&gt;And as quick as it began, it was over once again&lt;br /&gt;No one turned into someone&lt;br /&gt;And just as it began, it was over once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isadora... broken up and on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Closed... all the windows... all the doors.&lt;br /&gt;Wood... stained with ashes and tears&lt;br /&gt;Would... you believe she waited all these years&lt;br /&gt;and like a bad sitcom, it replays all night long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isadora... curses, fist clenched in the air&lt;br /&gt;Accident... on I-95&lt;br /&gt;Never... ending wait to see him again&lt;br /&gt;Never... Did she think it'd end this way&lt;br /&gt;Alone in her bed all night long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) &amp; (p) Daniel L. Vaillancourt (ASCAP)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491330806680485937-8974401523965923600?l=danvaillancourt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/feeds/8974401523965923600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491330806680485937&amp;postID=8974401523965923600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/8974401523965923600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/8974401523965923600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/2008/08/song-9-isadora-never-ending-wait.html' title='Song # 9: Isadora &amp; The Never Ending Wait'/><author><name>Dan Vaillancourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311298048842712243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17563114768260506080'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491330806680485937.post-1316078036675108026</id><published>2008-08-12T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:12:04.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song # 8: Hannah &amp; Her Sketchbook</title><content type='html'>Hannah is the 8th song in my alphabet of fictitious stories series...  Hannah reminds me a few people I have know through my life...  I think that people are drawn to artists (and musicians for that matter...) because in their art, they see a little glimpse of the way that they see the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recorded this song very late at night, with the window open, playing softly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen/Download Here: &lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/50_90_Mp3s/Dan%20Vaillancourt%20-%2050_90%202008%20-%201%20-%208%20-%20Hannah%20%26%20Her%20Sketchbook.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;Hannah &amp; Her Sketchbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/merch.php" target="_blank"&gt;Donate or Buy Merch HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah &amp; Her Sketchbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah signed her name on the page...&lt;br /&gt;On which she drew a picture of you&lt;br /&gt;Charcoal on paper never looked better&lt;br /&gt;Than when she handed that picture right to you&lt;br /&gt;Hannah always carried that pencil&lt;br /&gt;Was quick to capture what she'd see&lt;br /&gt;And he Said, “ I must admit I kinda like...&lt;br /&gt;What Hannah sees in me.”&lt;br /&gt;He Said, “ I must admit I kinda like...&lt;br /&gt;What Hannah sees in me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet Hannah.  She gets that look right in her eye&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet Hannah... It's like she is still surprises...&lt;br /&gt;At what the pencil will do.&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes sparkle as she draws pictures of you.&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes sparkle as she draws pictures of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah was always kind of shy&lt;br /&gt;Never quite knowing what to say&lt;br /&gt;She let her pictures do most of the talking&lt;br /&gt;And you know was hard to complain&lt;br /&gt;Because everything she draws is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Makes you envy the world that she sees&lt;br /&gt;He Said, “ I must admit I kinda like...&lt;br /&gt;What Hannah sees in me.”&lt;br /&gt;He Said, “ I must admit I kinda like...&lt;br /&gt;The way Hannah sees me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah seems to see the world &lt;br /&gt;In shades of black &amp; white&lt;br /&gt;Coffee, cream and her sketchbook&lt;br /&gt;Makes for a wonderful night&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she will let me join her&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love those nights&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I like the light...&lt;br /&gt;in which Hannah sees me.&lt;br /&gt;He Said, “ I must admit I kinda like...&lt;br /&gt;The way Hannah sees me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) &amp; (p) Daniel L. Vaillancourt (ASCAP)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491330806680485937-1316078036675108026?l=danvaillancourt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/feeds/1316078036675108026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491330806680485937&amp;postID=1316078036675108026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/1316078036675108026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/1316078036675108026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/2008/08/song-8-hannah-her-sketchbook.html' title='Song # 8: Hannah &amp; Her Sketchbook'/><author><name>Dan Vaillancourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311298048842712243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17563114768260506080'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491330806680485937.post-1298215103463911755</id><published>2008-08-12T22:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:41:42.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song #7:  Gladys &amp; Gambler's Mentality</title><content type='html'>I picked up the Mandolin for this one... Or should I say Person-dolin as my friend Nathan says.  :)  This is a play on Gladys Knight and the Pips... and political correctness.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting fact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pip = A dot indicating a unit of numerical value on dice or dominoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen/Download Here: &lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/50_90_Mp3s/Dan%20Vaillancourt%20-%2050_90%202008%20-%201%20-%207%20-%20Gladys%20%26%20Her%20Gambler_s%20Mentality.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;Gladys &amp; Gambler's Mentality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/merch.php" target="_blank"&gt;Donate or Buy Merch HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys &amp; Gambler's Mentality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys was a gambler.  She'd only come out at night.&lt;br /&gt;She'll roll the dice when the stakes are high.  You can bet your life.&lt;br /&gt;She'll never give up, never say die&lt;br /&gt;Never knows when it is time...&lt;br /&gt;To quit while she's ahead&lt;br /&gt;Just go ahead and quit while your ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;She's got a gambler's mentality&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say “female-ity.&lt;br /&gt;It's a sickness, a malady&lt;br /&gt;I think that you'll agree with me&lt;br /&gt;She's like a melody to the rhythm of the dice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegas was her second home.  Reno was the first.&lt;br /&gt;Atlantic City was like a summer cottage, but wait it gets worse...&lt;br /&gt;She stop at every reservation, every riverboat...&lt;br /&gt;From Nevada to the Jersey shoreline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From MGM to Excalibur, everybody had heard of her&lt;br /&gt;Gladys is like royalty, the gambling queen&lt;br /&gt;She'd win as much as she'd lose, then lose what she would win&lt;br /&gt;As soon as one game ends, another would begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I say, “Gladys... Why don't you quit while your ahead!?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491330806680485937-1298215103463911755?l=danvaillancourt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/feeds/1298215103463911755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491330806680485937&amp;postID=1298215103463911755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/1298215103463911755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/1298215103463911755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/2008/08/song-7-gladys-gamblers-mentality.html' title='Song #7:  Gladys &amp; Gambler&apos;s Mentality'/><author><name>Dan Vaillancourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311298048842712243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17563114768260506080'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491330806680485937.post-5390350358187126890</id><published>2008-08-12T22:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:35:37.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song # 6:  Frances &amp; The Summer of 1953</title><content type='html'>Often I hear people asking about details of situations after their parent's die...  Sometimes they never find the answers... but wouldn't it be awesome if we found a diary detailing part of their life.  It is an interesting to think back generations and what they were like as teenagers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Thomas Boles helped me out on backing vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen/Download Here: &lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/50_90_Mp3s/Dan%20Vaillancourt%20-%2050_90%202008%20-%201%20-%206%20-%20Frances%20%26%20The%20Summer%20of%201953.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;Frances &amp; The Summer of 1953&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/merch.php" target="_blank"&gt;Donate or Buy Merch HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frances &amp; The Summer of 1953&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frances was my Mother's Mother&lt;br /&gt;When we cleaned out the attic we found her diary&lt;br /&gt;Grandma never told many stories&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't heard half as many as Grandpa would tell in a day&lt;br /&gt;I opened the cover.  Light filtered through the dust.&lt;br /&gt;My grandma was a teenager again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Oh the Fish are biting and the living is easy, Why don't we stay outside...&lt;br /&gt;All summer long... I got got my bike to ride and we ain't got no need for pools&lt;br /&gt;We got the swimming hole and everybody knows, It's the coolest place you can be&lt;br /&gt;We all agree we had the best summer, it was 1953&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next page... Enter Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;She talked about the first time they met&lt;br /&gt;She was with her friends at the swimming hole&lt;br /&gt;He was coming back with a mess of fish&lt;br /&gt;He went up to her and introduced himself as Freddy&lt;br /&gt;And invited her over for a fish fry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every page was filled with adventures&lt;br /&gt;That Frances and Freddy had&lt;br /&gt;All summer they stayed side by side&lt;br /&gt;And stayed that way for the next 50 years.&lt;br /&gt;September Twenty One was the last entry&lt;br /&gt;“I'll never forget the summer we met in 1953”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491330806680485937-5390350358187126890?l=danvaillancourt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/feeds/5390350358187126890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491330806680485937&amp;postID=5390350358187126890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/5390350358187126890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/5390350358187126890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/2008/08/song-6-frances-summer-of-1953.html' title='Song # 6:  Frances &amp; The Summer of 1953'/><author><name>Dan Vaillancourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311298048842712243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17563114768260506080'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491330806680485937.post-1692642562856458538</id><published>2008-07-30T21:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:32:16.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Erika &amp; The Silver Screen</title><content type='html'>Dreams don't always turn out the way we thought they would/should...  But sometimes they still work out.  I wrote this one without a chorus... It has the little bit of repetition at the end of the verses but I just let the storyline carry the song.  I did stereo vocals and panned them left and right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen/Download Here: &lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/50_90_Mp3s/Dan%20Vaillancourt%20-%2050_90%202008%20-%201%20-%205%20-%20Erika%20%26%20Dreams%20of%20the%20Silver%20ScreenII.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;Erika &amp;amp; The Silver Screen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/merch.php" target="_blank"&gt;Donate or Buy Merch HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erika &amp;amp; The Silver Screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erika's in Arizona doing laundry for the hotel&lt;br /&gt;Be she wants to be in the movies in LA&lt;br /&gt;Erika's folding towels, folding sheets for the hotel&lt;br /&gt;But she wants to be folding the script back learning her lines&lt;br /&gt;-She Acts like nothings wrong. She Act like she's content.&lt;br /&gt;But she'd rather be acting on the silver screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Mama. Hey Papa.  I want to move away.&lt;br /&gt;Get on the bus, move to L.A.&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mama!  Hey Papa!  I'm sick of this hotel.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a movie star. Shop on Rodeo Dr.”&lt;br /&gt;-They Act like she is crazy.  They Act like she's a fool.&lt;br /&gt;Because she'd rather be acting on the silver screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erika's fighting tears back, knowing that she may never leave.&lt;br /&gt;This hotel seems it may steal her very soul&lt;br /&gt;She just can't leave her family.  They love her. They need her.&lt;br /&gt;This hotel was her Papa's lifelong dream&lt;br /&gt;-The Act of loving family.  Can Actively be hard.&lt;br /&gt;When you'd rather be acting on the silver screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa saved his money.   Mama went without.&lt;br /&gt;And they build a little stage in the hotel&lt;br /&gt;It doubles as an acting school.  She doubles as the star.&lt;br /&gt;People come from far and near to see the show.&lt;br /&gt;-She Acts on the stage and teaches little ones to Act.&lt;br /&gt;And they Act like she's a star on the silver screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) &amp;amp; (p) Daniel L. Vaillancourt (ASCAP)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491330806680485937-1692642562856458538?l=danvaillancourt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/feeds/1692642562856458538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491330806680485937&amp;postID=1692642562856458538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/1692642562856458538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/1692642562856458538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/2008/07/erika-silver-screen.html' title='Erika &amp; The Silver Screen'/><author><name>Dan Vaillancourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311298048842712243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17563114768260506080'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491330806680485937.post-3382510783310516957</id><published>2008-07-30T21:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:24:33.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song #4 - Dayna &amp; Her Combat Boots and Spikes</title><content type='html'>Dayna has become one of the favorites of my series on the 50/90.  :)    It's an unlikely love story that took twenty years to materialize.  Sometimes people don't change... and sometimes that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get a little mouth trumpet at the end... I just doing some scatting and busted into it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know German... but I thought it was funny.  :)  It may be the first song I've written with a line in another language...  I can't think of any other ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen/Download Here: &lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/50_90_Mp3s/Dan%20Vaillancourt%20-%2050_90%202008%20-%201%20-%204%20-%20Dayna%20%26%20Her%20Combat%20Boots%20and%20Spikes%20II.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;Dayna &amp;amp; Her Combat Boots and Spikes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/merch.php" target="_blank"&gt;Donate or Buy Merch HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dayna &amp;amp; Her Combat Boots and Spikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayna's always playing the fool but she'll make it up to you.&lt;br /&gt;Because Dayna is a hell of a girl but she never quite knows what to do&lt;br /&gt;An army brat, she moved around, she'll speak in German when she meets you&lt;br /&gt;“Sprechen Sie Deutsch? Wunderbar!  Sehr Gut!  Volkswagen...”&lt;br /&gt;Sarcastic is her middle name, at least that's what her mother says...&lt;br /&gt;And we all know that Mother's always know best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;She skips a little when she walks.  She sings a little when she talks.&lt;br /&gt;She sings, “la la la la la la la...  La ti da te da da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never does what you tell her to.  You'll never catch her in a dress&lt;br /&gt;Combat boots to her high school prom.  You can imagine the rest.&lt;br /&gt;She almost caused a riot as she walked down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;They reminded her about the dress code and marveled at the spikes in her hair&lt;br /&gt;She was never at a school quite long enough to make friends or enemies&lt;br /&gt;But her escapades at the '88 prom will go down in history&lt;br /&gt;Her escapades at the '88 prom will go down in infamy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to her 20th reunion with combat boots, hair spiked.&lt;br /&gt;Two decades later... She still looked gorgeous... He thought from the corner of the room&lt;br /&gt;He'd dreamed of a day when she'd be his bride and he would be her groom&lt;br /&gt;He walked up and they spoke in German.  They hit it right off.&lt;br /&gt;It was no time at all before they got married and she finally wore a dress&lt;br /&gt;She and her bridesmaids wore combat boots, hair spiked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C) &amp;amp; (P) Daniel L. Vaillancourt (ASCAP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491330806680485937-3382510783310516957?l=danvaillancourt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/feeds/3382510783310516957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491330806680485937&amp;postID=3382510783310516957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/3382510783310516957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/3382510783310516957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/2008/07/song-4-dayna-her-combat-boots-and.html' title='Song #4 - Dayna &amp; Her Combat Boots and Spikes'/><author><name>Dan Vaillancourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311298048842712243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17563114768260506080'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491330806680485937.post-5150340056817947063</id><published>2008-07-23T21:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:16:51.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song #3: Caroline &amp; The DJ in Her Head</title><content type='html'>Part 3 in the Story Series.  My bet is you know someone like Caroline.  This song features my alter ego on Human Turntable and backing vox...  I posted an updated version with my friend Thomas Boles on backing vox too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen/Download Here: &lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/50_90_Mp3s/Dan%20Vaillancourt%20-%2050_90%202008%20-%201%20-%203%20-%20Caroline%20%26%20The%20DJ%20In%20Her%20HeadII%20%20.mp3"target="_blank"&gt;Caroline &amp;amp; The DJ in Her Head&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/merch.php"target="_blank"&gt;Donate or Buy Merch HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline &amp;amp; The DJ In Her Head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline's going out on Saturday Night&lt;br /&gt;She puts on her Favorite Dress&lt;br /&gt;She's dressed to the nines, going out at 10&lt;br /&gt;She's going to meet all of her friends&lt;br /&gt;And next Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;They'll do it all over again&lt;br /&gt;She'll do it all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of her friends like girl's night&lt;br /&gt;Going out for dancing and drinks&lt;br /&gt;There's something about that dim-lit club&lt;br /&gt;That makes them feel young again&lt;br /&gt;And Next Saturday Night&lt;br /&gt;They'll do it all over again&lt;br /&gt;They'll do it all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time seems like the last time&lt;br /&gt;But it never quite feels like the first time&lt;br /&gt;The years keep on changing but&lt;br /&gt;They never quite see it in each other's eyes&lt;br /&gt;But in the mirror they all talk to themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline doesn't really care&lt;br /&gt;About the club or who is there&lt;br /&gt;Because even when she's not at the club&lt;br /&gt;She dances to the DJ in her head&lt;br /&gt;And Everyday...&lt;br /&gt;She'll do it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time never seems like the first time&lt;br /&gt;But it always feel like the last time&lt;br /&gt;The years keep on changing but&lt;br /&gt;They never quite see it in each other's eyes&lt;br /&gt;But in the mirror they all talk to themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline's going out on Saturday Night&lt;br /&gt;She puts on her favorite dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) &amp;amp; (p) 2008 Daniel L. Vaillancourt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491330806680485937-5150340056817947063?l=danvaillancourt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/feeds/5150340056817947063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491330806680485937&amp;postID=5150340056817947063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/5150340056817947063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/5150340056817947063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/2008/07/song-3-caroline-dj-in-her-head.html' title='Song #3: Caroline &amp; The DJ in Her Head'/><author><name>Dan Vaillancourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311298048842712243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17563114768260506080'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491330806680485937.post-8730980859908621212</id><published>2008-07-15T01:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:20:23.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song #2: Betty &amp; The Constant Battle of Fire and Water</title><content type='html'>This is part 2 in the my alphabet of fictitious stories Series. This is really a song I thought about writing while I was down in New Orleans this year...  I was reading the history of the city on a walking tour and through out the years it has burned or been destroyed by hurricanes many times...  but it always heals.  New Orleans is an amazing place with amazing people. (And SUPER amazing food.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting Facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frenchquarter.com/history/elements.php" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.frenchquarter.com/history/elements.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen/Download HERE: &lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/50_90_Mp3s/Dan%20Vaillancourt%20-%2050_90%202008%20-%201%20-%202%20-%20Betty%20%26%20The%20Constant%20Battle%20of%20Fire%20and%20WaterII%20.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;Betty &amp;amp; the Battle of Fire and Water&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.danvaillancourt.com/merch.php" target="_blank"&gt;Donate or Buy Merch HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty &amp;amp; The Battle of Fire &amp;amp; Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty, before banquets, used to cater... to men.&lt;br /&gt;Times were hard down in New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;She did what she had to just to make ends meet&lt;br /&gt;Things got worse, before they got better&lt;br /&gt;But things got better.&lt;br /&gt;And at least for the most part every thing's fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;She makes Jambalaya, makes a mean gumbo with alligator sausage&lt;br /&gt;It'll burn your mouth off if you don't wash it down&lt;br /&gt;It's like a constant battle of fire and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone said pack what is precious and leave&lt;br /&gt;But everything that is precious seems to be lost&lt;br /&gt;But she found her dignity, found her courage, decided to stay&lt;br /&gt;Things got worse, before they got better&lt;br /&gt;But they got better.&lt;br /&gt;And at least for the most part every thing's fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destructive history that you can see from the outside&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to see, why Betty didn't want to leave&lt;br /&gt;She is like the city, and this city always heals&lt;br /&gt;You can see the water lines and where the buildings burned&lt;br /&gt;But things are getting better&lt;br /&gt;At least for the most part&lt;br /&gt;At least most of the time&lt;br /&gt;The city's constant battle with Fire and Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c&amp;amp;p2008 Daniel L. Vaillancourt ASCAP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491330806680485937-8730980859908621212?l=danvaillancourt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/feeds/8730980859908621212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491330806680485937&amp;postID=8730980859908621212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/8730980859908621212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491330806680485937/posts/default/8730980859908621212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvaillancourt.blogspot.com/2008/07/song-2-betty-constant-battle-of-fire.html' title='Song #2: Betty &amp; The Constant Battle of Fire and Water'/><author><name>Dan Vaillancourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311298048842712243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17563114768260506080'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>