Lovely Leah Unlocked Treasures Studio StorySong Sample By MyDad

….. The girl with the wild red hair in the song really is my dad’s buddy Chad’s sis! She had striking red hair with a tinge of orange!

Lovely Leah was composed in 2002 by MyDad and will be included in the book we hope to publish as 1 of 30 literary pieces from the vaults of Unlocked Treasures Studio, where 100 more songs just like this one reside.

This lovely, romantic, heartwarming love song is about a fling with a girl he knew oh-so-long ago. It’s a very sweet and touching little song. Enjoy! :)

LOVELY LEAH

It was back in the seventy’s…
I know it Sound’s like…so long ago
But it’s still.. clear an vivid .. in my mind
And I can go back there…any ol time…
I wanna Dream

She came for a visit… from Lancaster Pensyl…vania
To Her brother Chad’s…an my apartment…in Phoenix Ariz…ona
For just a week…or So…

Hadn’t seen er.. since… she needed…a baby sitter
I didn’t really know… my buddy Chad’s…little sister

Oh little Leah…. from down the street
Little Leah ….So young an sweet
Ya did’nt know… that you were cool
Thought that life …. had treated ya cruel

Ahhh…Lovely Leah …with the wild Red hair
with a tinge of orange…..flow…ing… everywhere
Soft Ivory skin ……… shining in the sun
With your full red lip’s…. and those curvy hip’s

You were wearing… Low cut…….
Navy… bell bottomed jean’s… an a tight tube top
Ahhh…….I never would of thought
You could touch me that way….. in just a week or so
Back in those summer day’s ……….. so long…ago

Oh little Leah….from down the street
Little leah…..so young an sweet

I gave up my room………. moved to the couch
And as I lay in the dark…..trying ta figure her out
She come walking by…… in her…. little night gown
But when She stood …in that open….. frigerator door
The light revealed………………so much more !!

Yah…Lovely Leah…. you Growed up Girl
Oh… Lovely Leah…. gave.. my heart a whirl
We spent some time …in each others arms
You soothed my heart ….with your womanly charms

It was back in the Seventy’s
I know it.. sounds like………… So long ago
But its still.. clear an vivid.. in my mind
And I can go back there…………… any ol time
I wanna find ……..

Little Leah…..from down the street
Little Leah…… so young an sweet
Ya didn’t know……that you were cool
I Let ya….. walk away ………. Ain’t I the fool !!

Lovely Leah…I hope ya don’t mind
That I’ve kept you Alive
In the memories …….. of my time

Ahh… little Leah….from down the street
Little Leah…. so young an sweet
Lovely Leah….with the wild Red hair
With a tinge of orange…flow…ing…everywhere

Ohhh…….Lovely ….Leah
Yahhhh…..Lovely……Le..ee..ahhh

I can find ya… any ol time
In a special place……in the deep Recesses….Of my… mind

MMMmmm….. Little Leah
Ohh…ohhh ……LOVELY…..LEAH

Copyright November. 12th 2002
UnLocked Treasures Studio
S. E. R.
All Rights Reserved

Check out MyDad’s other songs:
* Breakfast For Two
* Mr. Winston (A Dog’s Tale)
* Tamarisk Breezes
* Lovely Leah

 

Breakfast For Two Unlocked Treasures Studio StorySong Sample By MyDad

Breakfast For Two, a set table. Life and Love.

Breakfast For Two was composed in 2008 by MyDad and will be included in the book we hope to publish as 1 of 30 literary pieces from the vaults of Unlocked Treasures Studio, where 100 more songs just like this one reside.

This is a really touching and romantic story of love and life, the subject being, of course, MyMom. Enjoy. :)

BREAKFAST FOR TWO

Monumental fixtures…in our minds
Snap shots and moments
From days .. gone by
Staying clear-N-fresh
Through the seasons…of our time

While etched ..on our faces
Aging lines…leaving traces
Of our past
We thought our…summer days
Somehow …would last-N-last

But only God knows why
They..fly..by
So… fast

Ahh..
He wakes up in the morning
To a house…..where the kids no longer play
He heads for the bathroom
To grab a shower…an a shave

He looks into the mirror
While rubbing…shaving cream…on his face
The reflection staring back at him
Looks some how…oddly ……outta place
Seems..
His handsome dark moustache……and cool goatee
Have turned to..salt -N – pepper Gray

Out in the kitchen…she’s busy Fixin
Some breakfast….and fresh Cof..fee
He smells..biscuits an bacon
As the rising Steam from the faucet…makes it hard to see

Mmm..suddenly
He grips his shaving razor…like a…carpenters hammer
Catches his breath…and starts to stammer
Then just…Stands there.. like a Statue
With a strange look …on His face
Yeah…he’s caught Away…. to that other Place

Where old Memories hang like Picture’s
Monumental fixtures
Down the hallway’s…of His mind

Ohhhh..So fresh -N- clear…He see’s

Long shiny blonde hair….hanging down to her hips
Shapely tanned leg’s….and ruby red lip’s
Lovely green -blue eye’s – N – a smile so sweet
She’s looking fine….from her head to her feet
In her little bikini….out in the sun
Get-en a tan……and a having some fun
An when she strike’s that pose….he’s blown away
By her youth full….natural beauty

Ahhh..seems like…only yesterday

She was the kinda girl….he’d been dreaming of..all his life
And he knows….. it must have been..the Lord’s a doing
Cause that young woman….became his wife

Well
A familiar voice…..brings him back..from his Memory
She’s saying…honey ! the Coffee’s..rea….dy
An breakfast….will be..in a few
So he finishes up…in the bathroom
Puts on a pair…of his favorite…worn down shoes

Then He makes his way…to the kitchen
Where…an older…blonde
Is a fixin

Breakfast….for two

Ahhh…Shaving cream -N- Memories
Reflections….from another time
Kid’s grow up and seasons change
But old Memories..they stay the same
Hanging like Picture’s….Monumental fixtures
Down the hallway’s…of our…mind’s

Mmm….yeah
Out in the kitchen
His lovely wife….. is fixin

Breakfast…for …two

(softly fading voices)
Ummm….coffees good babe
Thank you …….honey
Your welcome… sweetie

Ahh… thank God….for old memories
But a man couldn’t ask…for better company
Than my older blonde…ta share with me

Breakfast………..for……two

Copyright Oct. 2008
UnLocked Treasures Studio
S.E.R.
All Rights Reserved

Check out MyDad’s other songs:
* Breakfast For Two
* Mr. Winston (A Dog’s Tale)
* Tamarisk Breezes
* Lovely Leah

 

Mr. Winston (A Dog’s Tale) Unlocked Treasures Studio StorySong Sample

Mr. Winston may look nice and innocent, but DO NOT BE FOOLED!

Mr. Winston (A Dog’s Tale) is a new song written by MyDad and will be included in the book we hope to publish as 1 of 30 literary pieces from the vaults of Unlocked Treasures Studio, where 100 more songs just like this one reside.

This song is really a comedic piece, and is quite hilarious if I must say so myself. The pictures we took of our new pup (who inspired this song), also fit SOOO perfectly with the words my dad wrote. Dad had a lot of fun with this piece, and I’m sure you will too. :)

MR. WINSTON (A DOG’S TALE)

Hey ! Mister Winston…wha’d you do with my shoe ?

Now…Listen Winston…I know ya like ta …Chew
It seems ta satisfy your jitters…from being such a rube

So I’m asking you kindly
Hey! Mister Winston…wha’d you do with my shoe?

Running round the house…like a crazy mouse
With all that curly hair…tail wagging every where
Chewings on your mind…anything you find… will do
Tell me.. Winston…who lit your little puppy fuse…

I know Buddy and Bella…would never act like you
Oh…There gonna put ya… in the Winstonion news
Right on the front cover…with my missing shoe

No no…don’t do this…uh uh… don’t do that
Better watch out…for Lilly.. the bossy cat
Jumping-n- rolling…sliding-n- flowing…all over the room
Chubby little Winston…ya got my heart in a swoon
Dragging dirty clothes…prancing to your own tune
Using my boxer shorts …for a broom

Ya know..Mr. Winston
Not Sammy not Chelsea…not Sheba not Kelly
Heck! Not even Beau would ever…do like you do

Hey!
Come Read all about it…in the puppy dog News
How a chubby little cubby…chews up our shoes

Mr. Winston the Puppy… The Embodiment of Evil Manifest.

But…
Hes curly…hes fuzzy…hes happy.. hes tubby

And I think..He might be smarter… than the average dude
Cause when hes sleeping…we say ahhhh..so lovely
Forgetting crazy puppy antics…he puts us through

Mom bathes him in the kitchen sink
Even happy little puppies… can kinda stink
All wet..acting like a fradey cat
Mom dries em with a fluffy towel
And wraps his head..in a hoodie like hat

Big sad eyes …and a mopey face
Mr. Winston…cocks his head and contemplates
Another round…of the Winston race
Where he trots around…like a snorting bull
In the world where puppies…think they rule

Well.. the latest report… on the Winstonion News
Says…worn out man…can’t find his shoe

Now Winston..I know ya like ta…Chew
It seems ta satisfy your jitters…from being such a rube
And since all them other dogs…once were puppies… just like you
I’m gonna ask ya kindly…and use the Golden Rule
Hey!
Mister Winston !
Wha’d you do with my shoe !???

Copyright May 2012
UnLocked Treasures Studio
S.E. R.
All Rights Reserved

Check out MyDad’s other songs:
* Breakfast For Two
* Mr. Winston (A Dog’s Tale)
* Tamarisk Breezes
* Lovely Leah

 

Tamarisk Breezes Unlocked Treasures Studio StorySong Sample

Thanks to the photographer for this amazing picture of Tamarisk Trees in the canyons of Arizona.

Tamarisk Breezes is a new song written by MyDad and will be included in the book we hope to publish as 1 of 30 literary pieces from the vaults of Unlocked Treasures Studio, where 100 more songs just like this one reside.

Tamarisk Breezes was composed by my dad this April and is thus one of the newer pieces that he has written. He was inspired to write it by the Tamarisk Trees and Cottonwoods that used to line the canals of Phoenix, Arizona during the early years as he was growing up in the 60s. It is a beautiful, grand, majestic piece that will surely pique your interest and shows off my dad’s literary skill, written in his unique style. Enjoy! :)

TAMARISK BREEZES

Through the mist…of yester years
Flash traces of faded Heroes… golden laurels
Reflected in Times… windswept mirror
Echoing Concertos…of Triumphs and sorrows

The wind blows… symphonic rhapsodies
It’s enchanting breezes sing along
Through old Cottonwood and Tamarisk Trees
Serenaded by voices…of fore-fathers gone
Long..long before…this troubadour’s song

On majestic mountain…carved in stone
Faces staring…from our past
Heroic patriots… stand alone
Where ancient warriors shadows cast
And the winds of time…caressed their songs
Where now… tourists stand and gaze in awe

The same wind… that’s blown across the earth
Carried voices… from Parthenon and Acropolis
Cooled the brows of builders… of pyramids
And lifted cries of slaves…whose lives were lived
For kings and pharaohs… dreams and whims
That have long ..long..gone..to dust

Armies massed..in endless wars
Countless killed ..to settle scores
Empires rise and empires fall
To trumpet sound..to clarion call

Voices of humanity
Voices throughout history
Courageous moral..or evil disdain
Mankind’s fruitless oral refrains
Swept up.. and carried away like leaves
Through the annals..of jaded centuries
Faded vapors.. on ageless breeze

Leaving monuments..made by man
Ancient Masterpieces..colossuems
Marble statues..great stacked blocks of stone
Silently standing..hollow..alone
Empires that marveled..at their own display
All are gone..swept away
By the winds of time
Massive granite… crumbling clay

Oh wind that blew on Adam’s cheek
And tousled the locks of fair Eve’s hair
You heard the first words..that man did speak
And when he walked with God..you were there
Gently blowing… on God and man
The fragrance of creation
Oceans and land

Blowing down.. through the ages
Gusting through.. mankind’s deeds
Lifting voices..turning pages
Answering only to God
Creator of humanity

Man..The great taker..the user
The great builder..the abuser
Patting himself on his own back
Folding his arms ..puffing his chest
Arrogant..he knows not.. what he lacks
Full of pride..full of self
Saying..behold..I am better than the rest

The old story..does not change
But it doesn’t have to be the same

Oh wind ..that blew on Adam’s cheek
Caressing words..that men speak
Fluttering through.. every generation
On their journey.. to their destination

Ashes to ashes..dust to dust
Everything passes..everything must
But Gods’ Love.. is for Eternity
His Savior lives..to set humans free
Let His Love.. blow in your heart
Come into the Light.. out of the dark

Through the mist..of yester years
Flash traces of Gods golden Chorales
Reflecting Love.. in Time’s windswept mirror
Ah..but Eternal folly..history’s bell tolls clear
Ringing gilded Concertos…of triumphs and sorrows

The wind blows.. melodic symphonies
Its enchanting breezes sing along
Through old Cottonwood and Tamarisk Trees
Serenaded by voices.. of fore-fathers gone
Long…long before..this troubadour’s song

Copyright April 2012
UnLocked Treasures Studio
S. E. R.
All Rights Reserved

Check out MyDad’s other songs:
* Breakfast For Two
* Mr. Winston (A Dog’s Tale)
* Tamarisk Breezes
* Lovely Leah

 

Support Unlocked Treasures of the Heart, Me and MyDad’s Kickstater Project!

This Unlocked Treasures of the Heart logo was drawn by our friend Jamie. R.I.P.

Hello boys and girls,

Please take a hard look at me and my dad’s Kickstarter Project, called “Unlocked Treasures of the Heart“. This is a project that has been 40 years in the making as it seeks to turn my dad’s life’s work of Christian songs, ballads, poems, StorySongs and writings into a published literary work. To get to that book form, we need your help.

We still have a whopping 20 days left for our Kickstarter Campaign, but we need your support! Please take a look at the project and read the sample songs we have provided, these are full pieces or partials, which give you a strong example of what will be included in the final book. If you like what you see, please Like the Unlocked Treasures of the Heart Project Page, and consider Backing it with whatever you can afford, even if it is only $1! We’d greatly, greatly appreciate it!

Of course, the most important thing you can do is tell your friends or people you think might be interested! Also tweet it to help us spread the word to the wide world, and post it on your Facebook wall, encouraging others to check it out!

Farewell and Godspeed!

Here is an unused video that was originally going to be our pitch for the Unlocked Treasures Kickstarter Project! It’ll give you a lot more insight into what to expect from the project, as told by MyDad himself.