A Tribute to Love

by Marc Gunn

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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.

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released January 1, 2008

Marc Gunn: autoharp

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Marc Gunn Birmingham, Alabama

Marc Gunn is a rhythm and folk musician inspired by Celtic culture, science fiction, fantasy, and cats. He breathes new life into the autoharp, which continues to surprise musical veterans and fans a like for it’s unique sound and spirited energy. It’s like a satirical jam session between The Clancy Brothers and Weird Al Yankovic. It’s Celtic music, the traditional and the twisted. ... more

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Track Name: The Gosling Reborn
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.
Track Name: When She Held Me In Her Arms
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.
Track Name: Another Lonely Night
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.
Track Name: A Faint Heart
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
Track Name: Froggie Went A-Courtin'
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”
Track Name: Star of the County Down
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.
Track Name: Tiziano Gunn
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.
Track Name: They Call Me Crazy
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.