"Don't I know you from somewhere..."

Deja vu.... an inexplicable - but comforting - familiarity in a stranger's eyes.....the kind of stuff that surprises and mystifies.

At the ripe old age of 48, I'm willing to concede that there are a whole host of things I may never understand, but that doesn't keep me from writing about them.

Pretty Pieces is from our almost-ready-to-be-released CD: Sacramento River Whispers.

We're celebrating with a CD release party on September 27th at Little Filly's in Palo Cedro. Annie joined us on fiddle for this one.

Pretty Pieces

words and music by Erin Friedman ©2008

Not quite a mem’ry
More like a fever dream
Greensleeves, gray mist
Salt sea on our lips
White sails, golden cliffs
Pretty Pieces of a mystery

a mystery

(chorus)

All the Pretty Pieces gather
Fall through the dream catcher
Take their place in the design
Once upon a long ago
Fate spun her kaleidoscope
Scattered all the Pretty Pieces
Like stardust fallin’ from the sky

Minstrel sings of love
Hawk fells a mourning dove
Hidden dell, sudden storm
Ships bell, a distant shore
Fare-the-well, troubadour
Pretty pieces – nothing more for us

for us