Going Back To Harlan

Composers: Kate & Anna McGarrigle

Video produced and edited by: Dylan Morgan
Song Tracks Recorded: Home Studio

A song about growing up, innocence and love lost, and going back home to where it all began.

Lead Vocal: Bob Morgan
Backing Chorus Vocals: The "Morgan Girls": Susan Morgan, April Flynn Morgan, Lindsea Morgan, and Laura Leonard Morgan

All Instruments: Bob Morgan.
Martin D12-20, Martin D28, Gibson Songwriter, Roland Keyboards, Hofner Bass Guitar, Drums / Percussion

Lyrics:

There where no cuckoos, no sycamores
We played about the forest floor
Underneath the silver maples, the balsams and the sky
We popped the heads off of dandelions
Assuming roles from nursery rhymes
Rested on the riverbank
And grew up by and by,. We grew up by and by

Frail my heart apart
And play me a little shady grove
Ring the bells of rhymney
Till they ring inside my head forever
Bounce the bow, rock the gallows
For the hangman’s reel
And wake the devil from his dream
I’m going back to Harlan
I’m going back to Harlan
I’m going back to Harlan

And if I were Willie Moore
And you were Barbara Allen
Or Fair Ellen all sad at the cabin door
A-weepin’ and a-pinin’, for love
A-weepin’ and a-pinin’, for love

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The Boxer

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Video created, directed, and edited by Dylan Morgan. Cover of Simon and Garfunkel's "The Boxer" by Bob Morgan and Gil Barakat. All guitars, bass, percussion, keyboards and vocals by Gil and Bob.

Bleecker Street

Cover of Simon & Garfunkel's "Bleecker Street". By Bob Morgan and Gil Barakat.

Lead Gibson Steel String: Gil
Secondary Gibson: Bob
Electric Bass: Bob
Vocals: Gil and Bob

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Every Grain Of Sand

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Bob Dylan is a poet, and this song in my opinion brings his poetry to his soul. I've read quite a bit about this song from different sources . He mixes the
foundations of Christianity on one side with his acceptance of it on the
other. The first verse starts out with him viewing the world through the
eyes of Christ while He was on the cross. As Christ confessed and called to the Father. In the hour of his deepest need, when the pool of tears at the
foot of the cross promised the salvation and rebirth of all humanity, according to
Christianity. From then on he describes the challenge of turning away from
the direction his life had taken him towards a new beginning. He talks of his own rags to riches story and his own loneliness. I love and have always loved spiritual , introspective songs, and this composition is among the best.

Whatever your faith or interpretation of your own spiritual path, if you are familiar at all with The Bible you will immediately recognize the references to Christ's agony of the cross, and to God seeing every sparrow that falls, and numbering every hair and every grain of sand.

The first time I heard this song over 25 years ago it moved me deeply, and it continues to do so today.

Music as follows:

Bob Morgan: Nylon Guitars, Electric Guitar, Electric Bass, Keyboards, Drums, and Lead Vocal

Laura Leonard (Morgan): Backing Vocal

*Every Grain Of Sand*

In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There’s a dyin’ voice within me reaching out somewhere
Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair

Don’t have the inclination to look back on any mistake
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master’s hand
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand

Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer
The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay

I gaze into the doorway of temptation’s angry flame
And every time I pass that way I always hear my name
Then onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand

I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer’s dream, in the chill of a wintry light
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face

I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there’s someone there, other times it’s only me
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand

The Speed Of The Sound Of Loneliness

A true "family" home studio project. Cover of John Prine's "The Speed Of The Sound Of Loneliness"


Vocals: April Flynn

Backing Vocals: Bob Morgan

Martin D-28: David Morgan

Hofner Bass: David Morgan

Keyboards: Bob Morgan