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A Tribute to Love

by Marc Gunn

Like a mystical swan from Avalon My heart erupts from the myst across glassy waters, Gliding in holy ascension From the macabre of past disappointment Into a New World Of Chivalric Songs, Set in new, unimaginable landscapes, Encapsulated with enchanting trees And a more enchanting lady. She's like the gosling reborn As a phoenix to the experience Of lifting her head from the ashes, A new magical life perched on a swollen birch Singing to the glory of Serendipity and answered prayers, Like a zephyr we launch into the light Of the dawning day Our backs to the cloudy walls of uncertainty.
Through a market, I wandered and prayed That I'd find me a woman I might marry some day. Well, I never dreamed when I prayed that prayer That the woman I longed for was standing there. When she held me in her arms that night, I held her close, and I held her tight. And I swore that day forth, I'd love her all of me life. When she held me in her arms that night. She smelled of the sweetest lilac skin. And I admit it now it drew me in Oh, her voice cast a spell I could not disobey. Every word was a river that swept me away. Oh, the market became a more beautiful place: The flowers more fragrant, and the clothing all lace. And her eyes, oh, her eyes! They begged me to stay And twenty years later, I've not regretted a day.
Another lonely night far away from you. I write this note to say, “I miss you.” Well, I miss your smile. I miss your lips. I miss my laughing when I'm with you. And I long for your kiss. Each day comes to a dream-filled end. Lay your head on my chest. On you head I'll rest my chin. Your soft cheeks caress my every breathe. Your feathery tresses dance like children down your neck. Then the morning comes and I awake content. In a few days I'll be with you to taste your lips again. So for now I write this song with the hope. That two days hence, I'll hold you close. Though storm's may come, I'll never let you go. Through the blazing heat and the freezing snow. For you anchored my heart in the depths of your love. And when the tempest subsides over the waves soars the dove.
a faint heart never won a fair maiden a faint heart never let a lad be brazen call up your courage what's a few scars you won't win the lady you'll lose the lass with a faint heart put down your pint get out of your seat I spy a lass you ought to meet if you feel afraid don't let it show here is a rhyme that you ought to know get her attention make a fool of yourself if you don't go right now she might find somebody else then you'll never know, what it was you lost you better act right now or suffer the cost I know your heart's been trampled like green grass under hooves you spy her you want her but you're scared to make a move your knees are knocking you're frozen in fear this might be shocking here's what you need to hear you won't win the lady you will lose the lass you'll never know unless you ask
Frogg went a-courtin' and he did go, uh-huh Frogg went a-courtin' and he did go, uh-huh Frogg went a-courtin' and he did go To the Coconut Grove for a midnight show, Uh-huh un-huh un-huh Froggie sauntered down to Mollie Mouse's side, woo-woo Froggie sauntered down to Mollie Mouse's side, woo-woo Froggie sauntered down to Mollie Mouse's side Said, “Hey there, Mollie would you be my bride?” Woo-woo woo-woo woo-woo Not without my Uncle Rat's consent, nuh-uh Not without my Uncle Rat's consent, nuh-uh Not without my Uncle Rat's consent I would not marry the President, Nuh-uh nuh-uh nuh-uh She said “That's it, Clyde, better hit the road, farewell. That's it, Clyde, better hit the road, goodbye. That's it, Clyde, better hit the road You ain't no frog you're a horny toad, Farewell, goodbye, adios Farewell, goodbye, adios”
Near to Banbridge Town, in the County Down One morning last July, Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen, And she smiled as she passed me by; Well, she looked so sweet from her two bare feet To the sheen of her nut-brown hair; Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself To make sure I was really there. From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay, And from Galway to Dublin town, No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen That I met in the County Down. As she onward sped, sure I shook my head And I looked with a feeling rare. Then I said, says I, to a passer-by, "Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?" Well, he smiled at me, and with pride says he, "That's the gem of old Ireland's crown, She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann, She's the Star of the County Down." Well I've traveled a bit, but ne'er was hit Since my roving career began; Then fair and square I surrendered there To the charms of young Rose McCann. I'd a heart to let and no tenant yet Did I see in shawl or gown, But in she went and I asked no rent From the Star of the County Down. At the harvest fair, I'll be surely there And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes With my shoes shone bright, and my hat cocked right For a smile from my nut-brown Rose. No pipe I'll smoke, and no horse I'll yoke Though with rust my plow turns brown, Till a smiling bride by my own fireside Sits the Star of the County Down.
Tiziano Gunn 03:47
He climbed up on the fireplace. His fur was black and brown. The mantle warm he rest his head On paws and looked around. His eyes they closed slowly saying, “I'll nap until I'm done. When I awake I'll meow for you, Because I'm Tiziano Gunn.” I watched him sleep and ooed and awwed As his ears twitched off to sleep. I saw his body slowly rise And fall without a peep. Then his eyes shot open at a sound Looking 'round he shifted his tum, “Would you stop staring while I sleep Because I'm Tiziano Gunn.” I remember when he first came to me. His brother and he were scared. Tiziano learned the art Of opening drawers with this nails. Inside the bathroom counter drawers He hid and my head spun. Ah well, I guess he's an opposable thumb That's my Tiziano Gunn. When strangers knock upon my door, He runs to my room in surprise. The dresser drawers he opens up With my underwear he hides. If that's not safe enough he'll close The drawer he's so frightened. How he does it? I'm not quite sure. He's my Tiziano Gunn. I throw a ball he brings it back. You'd think he was canine. But you can't mistake his high-pitched “mew” When he wants to play with twine. If he had his way, he'd lick my hand Till it was red and all swollen. But I saw “The Truth About Cats and Dogs” So I stop Tiziano Gunn. I walked up to the mantle And petted his soft back fur. His butt it rose like escalator I could hear him start to purr. His eyes opened. His tail it swished. His nose it met my own. Then his happy tail knocked a candlestick down That's my Tiziano Gunn. The minutes pass, he's purring now As I hold him in my arms so close. He squiggles free and jumps on down In a basket of my clean clothes. He circles in the laundry, Finds a space on my linen. His eyes they close to sleep again How I love Tiziano Gunn.
They call me crazy For falling in love with you. I know I'm hasty But I can't waste another sunset Or I'll be upset Without you, Without you. The blush in your cheeks Is like the sun's reddish streaks The way you pace uncomfortably You make my legs feel weak. I see that you're As nervous as me And I don't care, I don't care. Your eyes says please kiss me But you're less ready than I am So I'll hold you 'til morning Our bodies will entwine Like the morning glory vine I'll hold you, I'll hold you. (The) Morning glory blossom white Like your skin last night In streams the morning light As I hold you so tight Is there any hope you might Be the one for me I just can't care, I just can't care. I won't analyze it. Let's just let our love shine through And if we embrace it Perhaps that's the key Of love twixt you and me If we'll just dare, Oh let's just dare. The morning glory blossoms white Like your skin last night In streams the morning light As I hold you so tight Is there any hope you might Be the one for me I'm ready to dare, Because I care I'm ready to dare, How I care.


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The idea for this CD arose in the Fall of 2006. I wanted to release an album of love songs for Valentine's Day. Alas, through too much procrastination, that goal totally fell through. It was put on the back burner until… Valentine's Day, when I leaped head first into this project with all my heart.

Love. I've been in love. I've felt myself floating on it's wings and sang to the angels in thanks. Once upon a time, I was a hopeless romantic. But I don't like being hopeless. So I became a hopeful romantic. I began looking for love and found myself falling. The challenge I discovered is that just because I'm in love doesn't not mean we are meant to be together. Our differences may segregate us and keep us from achieving whatever holy state of being may exist from a “perfect” romance.

And perhaps THAT is the real challenge. My expectation. There are ups and downs, ins and outs in love. It's not all romantic love songs. That's why when I began to choose the love songs I wanted to record, I decided to keep it real. To cover a wide variety of love that is not all flowers and candy. Some times it's filled with heartbreak. Other times, it's comical. Still other times it's unreal, mystical.

That's what this CD is about. A Tribute to LOVE! is an album of love songs. There are some folk songs about love, and then there are some songs from my own experience. These are the songs I love to sing when I want to feel romance in my life. And I hope others will find them just as romantic.


released January 1, 2008

Marc Gunn: autoharp




Marc Gunn Atlanta, Georgia

Marc Gunn is a rhythm and folk musician inspired by Celtic culture, science fiction, fantasy, and cats--Sci F'Irish music.

He breathes new life into the autoharp, which continues to surprise musical veterans and fans alike for its unique sound and spirited energy. It’s like a satirical jam session between The Clancy Brothers and Weird Al Yankovic.
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