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Album: Ghost in the Wishing Well

by Chuck LeMonds

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Falling Apart There's a whisper in the willows a drunkard sleeping in the street Some mothers always crying the boys are pounding out a beat. Falling Apart, falling apart falling without you 2x Put her in a glass box on display for all to see she's falling to pieces come watch the show for free. Bad things happen to good people and the rules have just been changed go down on your knees and pray, pray for all your worth and send it out on the information highway.
Go Down On Your Knees © Chuck LeMonds 2016 When the world is full of trouble And the sky has turned to grey And your heart can’t take the news That comes with the break of day. When wars are raging round you And millions are fleeing for their lives As politicians are looking for someone to blame The bankers take their slice. Go down on your knees, go down on your knees 2x And pray. When you no longer can protect those Who you love with all your heart And darkness settles on the land Which once gave so much hope. When greed has been unleashed Like a tsunami moving to shore And the weapons factories are rolling in dollars Then shuffled to the Cayman Isles through the back door. Chorus You may be a Christian, a Muslim or a Jew Hari Krishna or a Hindu, or a Buddha letting go for you Pentacostal or a Baptist, Johovah’s Witness, Seven Day Adventist Greek Orthodox, and Lutherns or all the others I sometimes forget. I hope everything gets better But my gut tells me otherwise All better go down on their knees All better go down on their knees Chorus When you thought the worst was over But you realize it’s just begun Take what you can carry When you have to make a run. Now the world is full of trouble And the sky has turned to grey And your heart can’t take the news That comes with the break of day.
Time is Slipping Away © Chuck LeMonds March 2009 Time is slipping away Time is slipping away You can’t stop it I can’t stop it Some would try to, if they could But I don’t want to, unless you would Come and slip away with me. When I hold you close to me There’s no time to waste I tell you how I love you With each kiss I place. Chorus Nothing is so important That it can’t wait a day or two Let’s embrace our sweet illusions And dance the whole night through. Chorus
Deep Dark Mine © Chuck LeMonds 2017 Everybody knows someone Who’s tripped and fell into the mud Making it hard to get up On your feet again. Nothing feels as bad as when You’ve slipped and lost your sense of place Lose your face, And lose your pride and joy. Pick your heart up off the ground Wear it like you have a crown Lined with jewels, dug from a deep dark mine People can talk behind your back Saying you deserved all that But they don’t know just what you hold inside. You’re a blooming flower in a crack in the wall You’re a blooming flower Where there’s hardly dirt at all You’re a blooming flower In the darkest of times You’re a blooming flower You’re a blooming flower. When you take a hit You lose your stride Do the shuffle Roller coaster ride No need to hold your breath To see what the outcome is. All is fair in love and war Broken hearts and slamming doors And finding words To get up on your feet again. Chorus
Me And 3 Million Others © 2014 Chuck LeMonds I got a money problem It just can’t make it flow The world outside demands a lot more But I’ve given out all my dough I never needed very much Just the sweet necessities Now there’s not enough cash to go around And it just don’t grow on trees. There seems to be a shortage At each and every turn One hand takes, the other hand gives Like a hot coal that burns Who’s got all the money Can someone tell me please When someone comes a knocking And someone starts to squeeze. Refrain: I’ve read all the latest books About how to make money The problem starts with me And ends with 3 billion others Western dreams of affluence, for every woman, child and man if you just work harder and follow our economic plan. 1st verse I just want to make music at night Watch the sun come up through the trees And show my daughter all the goodness That God gave us for free. They’ll share all their secrets And change your world for good The World Bank will give you credit For all your petroleum use All the worlds natural beauty They’ll soon have itemized Don’t take it personally There’s no reason to cry.
Woes of an Immigrant © Chuck LeMonds 2017 I’m a stranger here And so far away from home Nothing went the way that I Was hoping it would go My days are full of routine But at night I’m bursting at the seams. All I’ve ever loved Is an ocean away I never thought I’d miss the bread Made fresh every day And all my loved ones I’m missing you, more than words can say. Am I losing all that I have Cherished, and has made me who I am I’m holding onto something, But I fear that I will soon be washed away. I hear my mother singing In the kitchen, as I lie in my bed The smell of coffee cooking And my grandpa he‘s talking to himself I want to pack my things I’m out of here, I’m gone Praying for good weather So I can make my way back home. I’m a stranger here And wish that I could fly Because I know I’ll be a stranger here Until the day I die And words are all I have To remind me of where I was born.
Zydeco Ginny 06:08
Ginny © Chuck LeMonds 2016 Ginny arrived in town But when...no one had a clue She lived with her mother on a houseboat Down in old Dierks slough She grew up on the river, between Memphis, Tennessee And the bluffs of Cape Girardeau. She was a natural born beauty And kept the boys in disarray They were tripping over their own feet Trying to win her affections and gaze But she didn’t even notice, she didn’t even care She was a dreamer, dreaming of the river. She’d say, “ Take me down to the river!” “Take me out in your canoe!” “Take me down to the river!” “I’ll bet you anything, I’ll catch a bigger fish than you!” Ginny loved to go fishing And knew the river better than most She could sit in some back water cove As if she’s just seen a ghost She wouldn’t say a word, just stare into the deep Conjuring up some catfish, which was sleeping under a big wood heap! Ginny had a nose for where the bottom feeders dwell Under the bridge by the river near Good Hope and Bell, That’s where she came upon the mystery boy Who never said a word, hardly ever looked at her Never said a word. The mystery boy had something That Ginny could not ignore He was gruff and had no manners And could sleep on hard wood floors She could see he was no ones fool And knew how to mind his own business. Mystery Boy’s tackle box lay open on the dock It melted all of Ginny’s resistance, opened up all her locks He’d hooked her line and sinker, she’d fallen for his bait So she sat down on the dock, and ask outright for a date She said…… Chorus
Sonya 06:11
Sonya © Ripoff Raskolnikov Oh Sonya, I love you for what it is worth But if you had any sense, you’d give me a wide birth They will haul me away to the end of the earth And you’ll have to go and find somebody new. There’s a world of virtue and there’s a world of sin And I can’t go back to the places I’ve been I’m a stranger even to my own next of kin And all that I have is you. And I ain’t worth the trouble you put yourself to I ain’t worth the tears that you cry When they set me in chains and put me on that train I don’t want you to stand there and wave me good-bye. I was with you when you prayed, I was with you when you wept And I’d love to be with you forever except The gift that you are offering is more than I can accept And I still haven’t sunk quite so low. Life offers its lessons to those who will learn What comes easy to one man another must earn I’ve caused others to suffer and now it’s my turn And it’s a solitary road I must go. Now you know, that very last scene at the end of the book Where I hold you in my arms by the side of the brook I just can’t see it working in real life and look What good would it be any way. No man can escape from the hands of fate And who ever sent you to save me, they sent you too late If I ever get out of this prison camp gate I will be old and I will be grey.


released January 30, 2019

Produced by Chuck LeMonds
Recorded & Mixed by Chuck LeMonds
Mastered by Greg Reierson at Rare Form Mastering, Minneapolis, Minn.

Chuck LeMonds - acoustic guitar, vocals, keybords
Peter Herbert - Upright bass
Knut Hem - dobro, Weissenborn guitar, lap steel
Arkadiy Yushin - electric guitar, fretless bass
Simone Kopmajer - vocals on choir, choir arrangement
Stefanie Sommerhofer - vocals on choir
Luise Enzinger - vocals on choir
Gernot Muhr - flute
Stephan Rausch - harmonica
Gerhard Burger - accordian
photos - Bianca Scharler or as noted on booklet.
graphic design: Miriam Schaller


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Chuck LeMonds’ music is a kind of Country Soul gumbo of blues, folk, funk and country with poetic lyrics that call to be heard. In times like these, the music and songwriting of Chuck LeMonds has the effect of a soothing balsam for the soul, or that of a plow turning over fresh soil in a field waiting to be planted in spring. ... more

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