<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658014284834056032</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:00:01.162-04:00</updated><category term='Chart Magazine'/><category term='The Beatles'/><category term='Girl With the Bright Star Horizon'/><category term='Wilco'/><category term='Her'/><category term='reviews'/><category term='REM'/><category term='The Coast'/><category term='Johnny Orwell'/><category term='Ginger&apos;s'/><category term='Chris MacKenzie'/><category term='Kelly McKeigan'/><category term='Louder Than Bombs'/><category term='Semaphore'/><category term='Shooting Stars'/><category term='Glenn MacCulloch'/><category term='Mark Winkelman'/><category term='Bathurst'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='Gig'/><category term='open mic'/><category term='Turn in Your Circle'/><category term='Mysterio'/><category term='Paul Kimball'/><category term='fiver e.p.'/><category term='I Am Trying to Break Your Heart'/><category term='She Only Wants to Know You'/><category term='Real World'/><category term='wonderful broken silence e.p.'/><category term='Be There Always'/><category term='She&apos;s All The Poetry I Need'/><category term='Darkest Hour'/><category term='Echo Flight'/><category term='A Hard day&apos;s Night'/><category term='Cafe Ole'/><category term='Dave Croft'/><category term='Julia&apos;s Rain'/><category term='Prospect of the Sea'/><category term='.Julia&apos;s Rain'/><category term='Tall Poppies'/><title type='text'>Johnny Orwell</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Johnny Orwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949995962580106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.imagecoast.com/images/paulkimball/paulorwell3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658014284834056032.post-5976537717105610167</id><published>2007-08-29T22:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:51:36.440-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glenn MacCulloch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Kimball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turn in Your Circle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tall Poppies'/><title type='text'>Tall Poppies - Turn In Your Circle</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Im3j4YRjpg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Im3j4YRjpg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite Tall Poppies tunes that we never played with Julia's Rain (some songs transitioned from one band to the other, and some didn't). I co-wrote this in my parent's basement one night in 1990 with drummer Glenn MacCulloch - I wrote the words, and we collaborated on the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like just yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Kimball&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658014284834056032-5976537717105610167?l=johnnyorwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/feeds/5976537717105610167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658014284834056032&amp;postID=5976537717105610167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/5976537717105610167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/5976537717105610167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/2007/08/tall-poppies-turn-in-your-circle.html' title='Tall Poppies - Turn In Your Circle'/><author><name>Johnny Orwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949995962580106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.imagecoast.com/images/paulkimball/paulorwell3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658014284834056032.post-8849819899266318050</id><published>2007-08-29T09:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T09:05:02.979-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia&apos;s Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Be There Always'/><title type='text'>Julia's Rain - Be There Always</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rcUITVwIr_s"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rcUITVwIr_s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the songs I wrote with Tall Poppies or Julia's Rain, this was one of my two or three favourites. Besides being a lot of fun to play, it pretty much summed me up - a shy, self-doubting but always hopeful 19th century romantic who believes in true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can have my heart&lt;br /&gt;and you can have my body,&lt;br /&gt;as long as you promise me&lt;br /&gt;that you'll be there always, &lt;br /&gt;to hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;all through the night&lt;br /&gt;and don't let go &lt;br /&gt;in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be conquered&lt;br /&gt;by all of this world's great armies,&lt;br /&gt;but I can be won over&lt;br /&gt;as long as you promise&lt;br /&gt;to be there always,&lt;br /&gt;to hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;all through the night&lt;br /&gt;and don't let go &lt;br /&gt;in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say that you will always be&lt;br /&gt;waiting here for me,&lt;br /&gt;say that you love me so&lt;br /&gt;I need for you to let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cover my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours if you want me,&lt;br /&gt;and all that I need&lt;br /&gt;is for you &lt;br /&gt;to be there always,&lt;br /&gt;to hold me tight &lt;br /&gt;all through the night&lt;br /&gt;and don't let go &lt;br /&gt;in the morning." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Kimball&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658014284834056032-8849819899266318050?l=johnnyorwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/feeds/8849819899266318050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658014284834056032&amp;postID=8849819899266318050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/8849819899266318050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/8849819899266318050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/2007/08/julias-rain-be-there-always.html' title='Julia&apos;s Rain - Be There Always'/><author><name>Johnny Orwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949995962580106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.imagecoast.com/images/paulkimball/paulorwell3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658014284834056032.post-1568416260460270740</id><published>2007-08-25T05:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T05:10:32.960-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shooting Stars'/><title type='text'>Shooting Stars</title><content type='html'>Playing with the guitar late at night, much to the chagrin of the neighbours... I still have an album to record by the end of 2007. This might be the foundation for one of the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its dark outside &lt;br /&gt;the way I feel inside,&lt;br /&gt;I see a shooting star &lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and wish&lt;br /&gt;that everything will be all right,&lt;br /&gt;that I'll be with you tonight,&lt;br /&gt;but with my luck&lt;br /&gt;I'm just wishing on a satellite&lt;br /&gt;falling back to Earth&lt;br /&gt;like I fell for you,&lt;br /&gt;and what's that worth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Paul Kimball&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658014284834056032-1568416260460270740?l=johnnyorwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/feeds/1568416260460270740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658014284834056032&amp;postID=1568416260460270740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/1568416260460270740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/1568416260460270740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/2007/08/shooting-stars.html' title='Shooting Stars'/><author><name>Johnny Orwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949995962580106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.imagecoast.com/images/paulkimball/paulorwell3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658014284834056032.post-6629750182235599518</id><published>2007-08-01T12:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T12:58:38.136-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cafe Ole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tall Poppies'/><title type='text'>Tall Poppies - Never Satisfied</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v2TTruyUylk"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v2TTruyUylk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never Satsfied" (Savoury / Rumsey), live from Cafe Ole, 1993.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Savoury - lead vocals&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly - guitar, backing vocals&lt;br /&gt;Adam Rumsey - guitar&lt;br /&gt;Mike Riley - bass&lt;br /&gt;Glenn MacCulloch - drums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Paul Kimball&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658014284834056032-6629750182235599518?l=johnnyorwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/feeds/6629750182235599518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658014284834056032&amp;postID=6629750182235599518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/6629750182235599518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/6629750182235599518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/2007/08/tall-poppies-never-satisfied.html' title='Tall Poppies - &lt;em&gt;Never Satisfied&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Johnny Orwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949995962580106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.imagecoast.com/images/paulkimball/paulorwell3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658014284834056032.post-7561798456122353576</id><published>2007-07-31T22:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T22:49:27.228-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cafe Ole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tall Poppies'/><title type='text'>Tall Poppies - Medley, 1993</title><content type='html'>A medley of three songs from a live gig by my first band, Tall Poppies, at Halifax's Cafe Ole in 1993 - "Crow", "Dead Flowers", and "The Other Side of Truth". The first two were written by other band members (Mark Savoury for "Crow" and Savoury and Adam Rumsey for "Dead Flowers") - "The Other Side of Truth" was mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3PeK0oHNM3Y"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3PeK0oHNM3Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly - guitar and backing vocals&lt;br /&gt;Mark Savoury - lead singer&lt;br /&gt;Glenn MacCulloch - drums, backing vocals&lt;br /&gt;Adam Rumsey - guitar&lt;br /&gt;Mike Riley - bass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a good time was had by all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658014284834056032-7561798456122353576?l=johnnyorwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7561798456122353576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658014284834056032&amp;postID=7561798456122353576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/7561798456122353576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/7561798456122353576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/2007/07/tall-poppies-medley-1993.html' title='Tall Poppies - Medley, 1993'/><author><name>Johnny Orwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949995962580106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.imagecoast.com/images/paulkimball/paulorwell3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658014284834056032.post-8591012851062367475</id><published>2007-07-24T15:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T15:12:25.179-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bathurst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.Julia&apos;s Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Kimball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kelly McKeigan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dave Croft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mark Winkelman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris MacKenzie'/><title type='text'>Julia's Rain - Bathurst</title><content type='html'>"Bathurst" was one of the half-dozen songs singer Kelly McKeigan and I wrote together in Julia's Rain. What I did was take some of her poems, which always contained some great imagery but lacked the required structure for a pop song, and "edited" them down into a song, then added music and my own words, usually the chorus, as is the case here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qw3Lo4gZSLk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qw3Lo4gZSLk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly sort of fulfilled the "Lennon" role, in that her poems were always dark, full of angst and melancholy. I would pop in as the "McCartney" figure, adding a hint of hope in the midst of the despair. "Bathurst" is my favourite of the songs we wrote together, because it's about someone whose either lost their love, or loves someone from afar in an unrequited love, but then in the chorus he / she manages to express... well, some hope that true love could win out, or at the very least a longing that it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;and cross your heart,&lt;br /&gt;and say to me&lt;br /&gt;that we'll never be apart,&lt;br /&gt;'cause I want to cross&lt;br /&gt;that line and be with you&lt;br /&gt;here tonight,&lt;br /&gt;oh, I wish i may,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I might."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's only a wish / fantasy, one must always have hope. That was me back then... still is - a guy who was always happiest writing what McCartney called "silly love songs". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I presume Kelly is still darkness personified! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in the band - drummer Dave Croft, bassist Mark Winkelman, and guitarist Chris MacKenzie. This clip is from a demo recording session back in 1997 that we videotaped as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Paul Kimball&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658014284834056032-8591012851062367475?l=johnnyorwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/feeds/8591012851062367475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658014284834056032&amp;postID=8591012851062367475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/8591012851062367475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/8591012851062367475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/2007/07/julias-rain-bathurst.html' title='Julia&apos;s Rain - &lt;em&gt;Bathurst&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Johnny Orwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949995962580106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.imagecoast.com/images/paulkimball/paulorwell3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658014284834056032.post-2272732039522337847</id><published>2007-07-24T15:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T15:03:44.016-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='REM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cafe Ole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tall Poppies'/><title type='text'>Oddfellows Local 151</title><content type='html'>My first band, Tall Poppies, covering the REM song "Oddfellows Local 151" at Halifax's Cafe Ole, sometime in 1993.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PBqsvNoZmEs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PBqsvNoZmEs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me playing guitar in the front. Also in the band were singer Mark Savoury, drummer Glenn MacCulloch, bassist Mike Riley, and Adam Rumsey on guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Paul Kimball&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658014284834056032-2272732039522337847?l=johnnyorwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/feeds/2272732039522337847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658014284834056032&amp;postID=2272732039522337847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/2272732039522337847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/2272732039522337847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/2007/07/oddfellows-local-151.html' title='Oddfellows Local 151'/><author><name>Johnny Orwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949995962580106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.imagecoast.com/images/paulkimball/paulorwell3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658014284834056032.post-5463981861241266190</id><published>2007-06-26T07:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T07:56:20.271-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>New Lyrics #6 - Real World</title><content type='html'>This one may well make the "Semaphore" album. I've been working on it for a while now. A conversation I had with a good friend today inspired me to finish it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside&lt;br /&gt;love me,&lt;br /&gt;outside&lt;br /&gt;leave me,&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to let them know&lt;br /&gt;who we are,&lt;br /&gt;as long as we both know&lt;br /&gt;what we have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside&lt;br /&gt;different,&lt;br /&gt;outside&lt;br /&gt;we must conform,&lt;br /&gt;don't have to let them know&lt;br /&gt;who we are&lt;br /&gt;as long as we both know&lt;br /&gt;what we have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me&lt;br /&gt;hold me&lt;br /&gt;be here tonight&lt;br /&gt;until the dawn&lt;br /&gt;then we're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside&lt;br /&gt;love me,&lt;br /&gt;outside&lt;br /&gt;hate me,&lt;br /&gt;don't have to let them know&lt;br /&gt;who we are&lt;br /&gt;as long as we both know&lt;br /&gt;what we have...&lt;br /&gt;despite them&lt;br /&gt;despite them&lt;br /&gt;despite them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Paul Kimball, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658014284834056032-5463981861241266190?l=johnnyorwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/feeds/5463981861241266190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658014284834056032&amp;postID=5463981861241266190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/5463981861241266190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/5463981861241266190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-lyrics-6-real-world.html' title='New Lyrics #6 - Real World'/><author><name>Johnny Orwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949995962580106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.imagecoast.com/images/paulkimball/paulorwell3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658014284834056032.post-6817467578321932519</id><published>2007-06-26T05:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:46:03.282-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='She Only Wants to Know You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>New Lyrics #5 - She Only Wants to Know You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/RoDRClh_P_I/AAAAAAAAACE/t0d7Ly_0hl0/s1600-h/RichardNixon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080290222038532082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/RoDRClh_P_I/AAAAAAAAACE/t0d7Ly_0hl0/s400/RichardNixon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She only wants to know you,&lt;br /&gt;why won't you open your heart,&lt;br /&gt;why are the words "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;so hard to say,&lt;br /&gt;even the Berlin Wall&lt;br /&gt;eventually had to fall one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She deserves better from you&lt;br /&gt;call her tonight&lt;br /&gt;start to make things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know&lt;br /&gt;what you're missing&lt;br /&gt;what she's become,&lt;br /&gt;she's an independent woman&lt;br /&gt;steady like Gibraltar&lt;br /&gt;or a noon day gun,&lt;br /&gt;time to build a bridge&lt;br /&gt;before it's too late,&lt;br /&gt;one day she'll move on&lt;br /&gt;don't let it end up that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She deserves better from you&lt;br /&gt;so call her tonight&lt;br /&gt;start to make things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She only wants to know you&lt;br /&gt;why won't you just&lt;br /&gt;talk to her,&lt;br /&gt;why do you hide away&lt;br /&gt;this isn't what&lt;br /&gt;she deserves,&lt;br /&gt;even Richard Nixon&lt;br /&gt;admitted his mistakes&lt;br /&gt;and made amends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She deserves better from you&lt;br /&gt;call her tonight&lt;br /&gt;time to make things right&lt;br /&gt;'cause she only wants to know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Paul Kimball, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658014284834056032-6817467578321932519?l=johnnyorwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/feeds/6817467578321932519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658014284834056032&amp;postID=6817467578321932519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/6817467578321932519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/6817467578321932519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-lyrics-4-she-only-wants-to-know-you.html' title='New Lyrics #5 - She Only Wants to Know You'/><author><name>Johnny Orwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949995962580106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.imagecoast.com/images/paulkimball/paulorwell3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/RoDRClh_P_I/AAAAAAAAACE/t0d7Ly_0hl0/s72-c/RichardNixon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658014284834056032.post-8754448923523090302</id><published>2007-06-24T04:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T04:16:17.756-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia&apos;s Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Beatles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Hard day&apos;s Night'/><title type='text'>A Hard Day's Night</title><content type='html'>The Beatles were always my favourite band, so it's only natural that one of the few covers Julia's Rain ever did was a Beatles song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=1729937413"&gt;A Hard Day's Night&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=1729937413&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=1729937413&amp;title=A Hard Day's Night"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt;  More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comes from a live demo recording session we did back in 1996. We threw this song in at the end, just for kicks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right, that's me on guitar, Mark Winkelman on bass, Kelly Mckeigan singing, and Dave Croft on drums. The other guitarist, Chris macKenzie, is at the far right - you can only see him in the beginning, because whoever recorded this (a friend of Kelly's, as I recall) didn't focus on him, which made sense, as Chris wasn't actually playing, because he hadn't yet learned the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Paul Kimball&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658014284834056032-8754448923523090302?l=johnnyorwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/feeds/8754448923523090302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658014284834056032&amp;postID=8754448923523090302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/8754448923523090302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/8754448923523090302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/2007/06/hard-days-night.html' title='A Hard Day&apos;s Night'/><author><name>Johnny Orwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949995962580106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.imagecoast.com/images/paulkimball/paulorwell3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658014284834056032.post-6475025142823612863</id><published>2007-06-23T17:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:46:03.621-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia&apos;s Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonderful broken silence e.p.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prospect of the Sea'/><title type='text'>Old lyrics #2 - Prospect of the Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/Rn1_wFh_P-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/TAdRTOZquB0/s1600-h/0NS06D0111P00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079356418838970338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/Rn1_wFh_P-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/TAdRTOZquB0/s400/0NS06D0111P00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The air that you breathe&lt;br /&gt;steals from my throat&lt;br /&gt;you're drowning me&lt;br /&gt;unreasonably,&lt;br /&gt;cast me aside&lt;br /&gt;adrift in the waves&lt;br /&gt;I am merely&lt;br /&gt;a prospect of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The October wind&lt;br /&gt;punishes my face and my eyes&lt;br /&gt;it's showing me no mercy&lt;br /&gt;this time,&lt;br /&gt;tears can't hide&lt;br /&gt;the pain one feels&lt;br /&gt;when you are merely&lt;br /&gt;a prospect of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerves of cotton&lt;br /&gt;has this sailor&lt;br /&gt;the waves loom larger&lt;br /&gt;than they've ever&lt;br /&gt;fear is the clarion&lt;br /&gt;call of failure&lt;br /&gt;for a prospect&lt;br /&gt;of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child's lonely voice&lt;br /&gt;stands locked behind my smile&lt;br /&gt;it is straining&lt;br /&gt;to be free,&lt;br /&gt;from the darkness&lt;br /&gt;from the lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;it is just&lt;br /&gt;a prospect of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hope that you have&lt;br /&gt;shines light a lighthouse&lt;br /&gt;a beacon&lt;br /&gt;that I can see,&lt;br /&gt;but the rocks are wiating&lt;br /&gt;close to you&lt;br /&gt;for this prospect&lt;br /&gt;of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Paul Kimball, 1994&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658014284834056032-6475025142823612863?l=johnnyorwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/feeds/6475025142823612863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658014284834056032&amp;postID=6475025142823612863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/6475025142823612863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/6475025142823612863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/2007/06/old-lyrics-2-prospect-of-sea.html' title='Old lyrics #2 - Prospect of the Sea'/><author><name>Johnny Orwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949995962580106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.imagecoast.com/images/paulkimball/paulorwell3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/Rn1_wFh_P-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/TAdRTOZquB0/s72-c/0NS06D0111P00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658014284834056032.post-1258744249229484954</id><published>2007-06-23T03:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:46:03.776-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darkest Hour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wilco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open mic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Am Trying to Break Your Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ginger&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Gingers, 11 June 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/RnzCKlh_P9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/iJiybESVYjI/s1600-h/pk4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079147966896226258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/RnzCKlh_P9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/iJiybESVYjI/s400/pk4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another screen capture from the Ginger's open mic night, this time of me playing "Darkest Hour", just before I slid into the cover of Wilco's "I Am Trying to Break Your Heart".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how the shadows pretty much covered my eyes for the whole time I was on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Darkest Hour" is one of the most "desperate" songs I've written. The whole song is played in A, with only a slight augment at the end of each verse and in the middle 8th. It's meant to just build and build, until the end when the singer laments that he can't be there to comfort the woman he cares for. What makes this truly sad is that while she's the one having the nightmare, he's the one who is &lt;em&gt;living&lt;/em&gt; the nightmare, because he desperately wants to help, and be there for her, and make it all better, but he can't, because she won't let him in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Paul Kimball&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658014284834056032-1258744249229484954?l=johnnyorwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/feeds/1258744249229484954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658014284834056032&amp;postID=1258744249229484954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/1258744249229484954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/1258744249229484954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/2007/06/gingers-11-june-2007.html' title='Gingers, 11 June 2007'/><author><name>Johnny Orwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949995962580106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.imagecoast.com/images/paulkimball/paulorwell3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/RnzCKlh_P9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/iJiybESVYjI/s72-c/pk4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658014284834056032.post-5302436997002517252</id><published>2007-06-23T03:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:46:04.022-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darkest Hour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>New Lyrics #4 - Darkest Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/RnzBzFh_P8I/AAAAAAAAABs/RK2555LJ09I/s1600-h/Nosferatu320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079147563169300418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/RnzBzFh_P8I/AAAAAAAAABs/RK2555LJ09I/s400/Nosferatu320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vision from the edge&lt;br /&gt;comes to you,&lt;br /&gt;as you lie asleep in your bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all alone&lt;br /&gt;unable to move,&lt;br /&gt;wounded by the things that he's said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel afraid&lt;br /&gt;as he's standing there,&lt;br /&gt;even though he's only in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could share this dream&lt;br /&gt;and take the hurt away,&lt;br /&gt;or at least be your comfort when you awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mid 8th&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's three a.m.&lt;br /&gt;still a long way from light,&lt;br /&gt;the darkest hour of the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to be&lt;br /&gt;with you tonight,&lt;br /&gt;to give you&lt;br /&gt;to give you&lt;br /&gt;someone to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Paul Kimball, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658014284834056032-5302436997002517252?l=johnnyorwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/feeds/5302436997002517252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658014284834056032&amp;postID=5302436997002517252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/5302436997002517252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/5302436997002517252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-lyrics-4-darkest-hour.html' title='New Lyrics #4 - Darkest Hour'/><author><name>Johnny Orwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949995962580106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.imagecoast.com/images/paulkimball/paulorwell3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/RnzBzFh_P8I/AAAAAAAAABs/RK2555LJ09I/s72-c/Nosferatu320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658014284834056032.post-6215513238799204838</id><published>2007-06-22T22:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:46:04.586-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia&apos;s Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Coast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiver e.p.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonderful broken silence e.p.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chart Magazine'/><title type='text'>Memory Lane, Vol. I - Reviews</title><content type='html'>Some reviews for Julia's Rain from back in the mid 1990s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;em&gt;Chart Magazine&lt;/em&gt;, the "Bible" of the Canadian indie music scene back then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079068849303666562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/Rnx6NVh_P4I/AAAAAAAAABM/oE8mhR8F-hc/s400/chartreview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;em&gt;The Coast&lt;/em&gt;, a Halifax weekly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079068750519418738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/Rnx6Hlh_P3I/AAAAAAAAABE/oHnWkeQA5wg/s400/coast+review.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/Rnx8R1h_P6I/AAAAAAAAABc/4uIDKS8foY8/s1600-h/gig+review2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079071125636333474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/Rnx8R1h_P6I/AAAAAAAAABc/4uIDKS8foY8/s200/gig+review2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From &lt;em&gt;Gig&lt;/em&gt;, a now-defunct Atlantic Canadian music magazine, there was the review pictured at left, which was kind enough to mention the one song in Tall Poppies or Julia's Rain history that I sang - "Do You Think". I wrote it as a 13-year old, and we added it onto &lt;em&gt;wonderful broken silence&lt;/em&gt; at the last minute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I recall, we recorded it on a four track, with me playing guitar and doing the spoken-word voice over in the downstairs bathroom at my parents' house. The organ we used was an old Bontempi that my sister Sharon had stashed in the basement. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We never got a bad review, which is a nice thing to look back on!&lt;/p&gt;Paul Kimball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658014284834056032-6215513238799204838?l=johnnyorwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/feeds/6215513238799204838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658014284834056032&amp;postID=6215513238799204838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/6215513238799204838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/6215513238799204838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/2007/06/memory-lane-vol-i-reviews.html' title='Memory Lane, Vol. I - Reviews'/><author><name>Johnny Orwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949995962580106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.imagecoast.com/images/paulkimball/paulorwell3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/Rnx6NVh_P4I/AAAAAAAAABM/oE8mhR8F-hc/s72-c/chartreview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658014284834056032.post-8494036739168324182</id><published>2007-06-22T06:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T07:00:52.953-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia&apos;s Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louder Than Bombs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonderful broken silence e.p.'/><title type='text'>Old Lyrics #1 - Louder Than Bombs</title><content type='html'>From the &lt;em&gt;wonderful broken silence &lt;/em&gt;e.p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling&lt;br /&gt;washes over me&lt;br /&gt;fills me through and through,&lt;br /&gt;Spins me around&lt;br /&gt;explodes inside of me&lt;br /&gt;louder than bombs falling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sent me spinning&lt;br /&gt;around the room,&lt;br /&gt;and I'll do anything&lt;br /&gt;you ask me to,&lt;br /&gt;please do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me turn&lt;br /&gt;and stare at you&lt;br /&gt;you seem to walk on water,&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and hear a sound&lt;br /&gt;louder than bombs falling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mid 8th&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me...&lt;br /&gt;Take me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling&lt;br /&gt;washes over me&lt;br /&gt;fills me through and through,&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and hear a sound&lt;br /&gt;louder than bombs falling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London bridge is falling down&lt;br /&gt;falling down&lt;br /&gt;falling down&lt;br /&gt;London bridge is falling down&lt;br /&gt;my fair lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Paul Kimball, 1995&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658014284834056032-8494036739168324182?l=johnnyorwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/feeds/8494036739168324182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658014284834056032&amp;postID=8494036739168324182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/8494036739168324182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/8494036739168324182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/2007/06/old-lyrics-1-louder-than-bombs.html' title='Old Lyrics #1 - Louder Than Bombs'/><author><name>Johnny Orwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949995962580106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.imagecoast.com/images/paulkimball/paulorwell3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658014284834056032.post-6949172051609326159</id><published>2007-06-22T05:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:46:04.792-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia&apos;s Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glenn MacCulloch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Kimball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Echo Flight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tall Poppies'/><title type='text'>Echo Flight - Update #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/RnuFFlh_P1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4PavjUfauWA/s1600-h/n609365596_58405_7506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078799335810875218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/RnuFFlh_P1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4PavjUfauWA/s200/n609365596_58405_7506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Echo Flight, my new band, has two members so far - myself on rhythm guitar, and Glenn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MacCulloch&lt;/span&gt; on drums. Glenn and I co-founded both Tall Poppies and Julia's Rain (that's JR at left playing at our 1994 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ECMA&lt;/span&gt; showcase in Sydney), and he later went on to play with Cool Blue Halo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's exciting to re-connect with Glenn, and to play with him again. It should be a lot of fun - we always worked well together back in "the day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the recording of the album, I'll be calling on a number of my old pals from the 1990s Halifax music industry to sit in as guest musicians. The big question is whether I take on the vocal chores myself, or whether we find someone else, like I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; did before. We'll see. But for live gigs, of which we'll play at least one, we'll strip it down to the basics - lead, bass, rhythm and a little good old rock 'n' roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means I have to find a bass player. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned. I have an old friend in mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Kimball&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658014284834056032-6949172051609326159?l=johnnyorwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/feeds/6949172051609326159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658014284834056032&amp;postID=6949172051609326159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/6949172051609326159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/6949172051609326159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/2007/06/echo-flight-update-1.html' title='Echo Flight - Update #1'/><author><name>Johnny Orwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949995962580106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.imagecoast.com/images/paulkimball/paulorwell3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/RnuFFlh_P1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4PavjUfauWA/s72-c/n609365596_58405_7506.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658014284834056032.post-606826352157334622</id><published>2007-06-22T04:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:46:05.041-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Semaphore'/><title type='text'>New Lyrics #3 - Semaphore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/Rnt1ylh_PzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/R2h28KdwEY8/s1600-h/very+fond.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078782516718944050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/Rnt1ylh_PzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/R2h28KdwEY8/s320/very+fond.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that other guys&lt;br /&gt;can read it in her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm so unsure&lt;br /&gt;I always look away,&lt;br /&gt;if only there was a cure&lt;br /&gt;for this lack of nerve,&lt;br /&gt;then I'd tell her how I really feel&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like Admiral David Beatty&lt;br /&gt;searching for the High Seas Fleet,&lt;br /&gt;I've always been poor&lt;br /&gt;at reading semaphore,&lt;br /&gt;I've always missed my chance&lt;br /&gt;to be Nelson at Trafalgar,&lt;br /&gt;and to find my way to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that other men&lt;br /&gt;get it right time and time again,&lt;br /&gt;they can see all of the signs&lt;br /&gt;from a million miles away,&lt;br /&gt;if only she would send&lt;br /&gt;a signal out to me,&lt;br /&gt;a signal that even I could read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mid 8th&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do all the moments go&lt;br /&gt;that could change the course of events,&lt;br /&gt;I look for them years later&lt;br /&gt;and wonder where they went,&lt;br /&gt;should have seen them at the time&lt;br /&gt;but I missed the signs,&lt;br /&gt;I was blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that other guys&lt;br /&gt;are quick to realize,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm too slow&lt;br /&gt;and so I go&lt;br /&gt;to the bottom&lt;br /&gt;of the deep blue sea,&lt;br /&gt;that's where you'll still find me,&lt;br /&gt;if only I'd known&lt;br /&gt;what to say to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Paul Kimball, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078783620525539138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/Rnt2y1h_P0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/QHKX1bjhPto/s320/David_Beatty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658014284834056032-606826352157334622?l=johnnyorwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/feeds/606826352157334622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658014284834056032&amp;postID=606826352157334622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/606826352157334622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/606826352157334622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-lyrics-3-semaphore.html' title='New Lyrics #3 - Semaphore'/><author><name>Johnny Orwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949995962580106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.imagecoast.com/images/paulkimball/paulorwell3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/Rnt1ylh_PzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/R2h28KdwEY8/s72-c/very+fond.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658014284834056032.post-5015469723004971225</id><published>2007-06-22T00:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:46:05.375-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl With the Bright Star Horizon'/><title type='text'>New Lyrics #2 - Girl With the Bright Star Horizon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/RntHA1h_PyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/41oSpclAd8A/s1600-h/stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078731084485574434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/RntHA1h_PyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/41oSpclAd8A/s320/stars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't need shallow words&lt;br /&gt;and one night praise&lt;br /&gt;from guys who see you as&lt;br /&gt;nothing more than a pretty face,&lt;br /&gt;You don't need well-worn lines&lt;br /&gt;and baited hooks&lt;br /&gt;from guys who get their&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;savoir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;faire&lt;/span&gt; from comic books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause there's a better world out there for you&lt;br /&gt;than the one that they would drag you through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need fancy cars&lt;br /&gt;and pretty green&lt;br /&gt;from guys who'll say anything&lt;br /&gt;but what they really mean,&lt;br /&gt;You don't need phone calls&lt;br /&gt;at a quarter to eight&lt;br /&gt;from guys always explaining&lt;br /&gt;why they're running late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause there's a better world out there for you&lt;br /&gt;than the one that they would drag you through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need a paperback&lt;br /&gt;version of Romeo&lt;br /&gt;from guys always looking&lt;br /&gt;for a quid pro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;quo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;You don't need letters&lt;br /&gt;slid under your door&lt;br /&gt;from guys who don't want&lt;br /&gt;to be with you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause there's a better world out there for you&lt;br /&gt;than the one that they would drag you through&lt;br /&gt;you're the girl with the bright star horizon&lt;br /&gt;shine on, like a Byron star tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Paul Kimball, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658014284834056032-5015469723004971225?l=johnnyorwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/feeds/5015469723004971225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658014284834056032&amp;postID=5015469723004971225&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/5015469723004971225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/5015469723004971225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-lyrics-2-girl-wth-bright-star.html' title='New Lyrics #2 - Girl With the Bright Star Horizon'/><author><name>Johnny Orwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949995962580106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.imagecoast.com/images/paulkimball/paulorwell3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/RntHA1h_PyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/41oSpclAd8A/s72-c/stars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658014284834056032.post-5963368766440394539</id><published>2007-06-21T19:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:46:05.660-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>New Lyrics #1 - Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/Rnr4rlh_PwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/THlPYnOEZNw/s1600-h/seacoast_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078644957506387714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/Rnr4rlh_PwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/THlPYnOEZNw/s320/seacoast_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her moves&lt;br /&gt;the carefree pulse of her body&lt;br /&gt;a rythym that roars like the ocean&lt;br /&gt;touching my shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her breath&lt;br /&gt;runs through me like the spring&lt;br /&gt;runs through summer&lt;br /&gt;a new world to me it brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My universe expands&lt;br /&gt;and I begin to understand&lt;br /&gt;time and time, it falls free&lt;br /&gt;when she's with me,&lt;br /&gt;fate, time, occasion, chance&lt;br /&gt;all these I'd give for just one dance&lt;br /&gt;with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her touch&lt;br /&gt;gets me up at a quarter to four&lt;br /&gt;and then I fall back in her arms&lt;br /&gt;once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her lips&lt;br /&gt;whisper all things in my ear&lt;br /&gt;let me know that I exist&lt;br /&gt;in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;windows to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Paul Kimball, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658014284834056032-5963368766440394539?l=johnnyorwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/feeds/5963368766440394539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658014284834056032&amp;postID=5963368766440394539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/5963368766440394539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/5963368766440394539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-lyrics-1-her.html' title='New Lyrics #1 - Her'/><author><name>Johnny Orwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949995962580106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.imagecoast.com/images/paulkimball/paulorwell3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/Rnr4rlh_PwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/THlPYnOEZNw/s72-c/seacoast_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658014284834056032.post-7566228793388710598</id><published>2007-06-21T17:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:46:05.885-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia&apos;s Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darkest Hour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysterio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny Orwell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='She&apos;s All The Poetry I Need'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl With the Bright Star Horizon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tall Poppies'/><title type='text'>The Return of Johnny Orwell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/Rnr5UFh_PxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3D6tWULYmWM/s1600-h/paul+orwell+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078645653291089682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/Rnr5UFh_PxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3D6tWULYmWM/s200/paul+orwell+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've had a chance to look at the video of my "comeback performance" from last week's open mic night, which my pal John Rosborough kindly videotaped. It wasn't as bad as I thought, although it was still cringe-worthy in some places for me. I don't mind the singing so much - that's not what I'm good at, so I can live with it. The guitar playing was the problem. At the beginning, I was so sloppy it's not funny. Years and years of rust. Honestly, I was never a Hendrix or Clapton, but missing an F#M? Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, by the time I started the third and final song, things were sort of in a groove, which was fun to watch, for me at least - especially as I played an old Tall Poppies / Julia's Rain song, "Mysterio", which was the last song I played live, in the last Julia's Rain set, back in February 1998. The really fun part for me, however, was watching what I did at the end of that song, and at the end of the second song - I basically started busking, i.e. just winging it. At the end of the second song ("Darkest Hour"), I slowed the tempo down and ad-libbed my way through a verse of Wilco's "I Am Trying to Break Your Heart". Then, at the end of Mysterio, I started to string together verses from a couple of songs I wrote this year, which tied the old days to the new. I watched it with an old pal today, and he commented that I almost seemed comfortable by then, because I wasn't trying to be perfect, I was just going with the flow - which is what I used to do, many years ago, at coffee houses or variety shows in university, or busking when I was in Scotland (and other places).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been most comfortable in a band, as just one of the guys in the rhythm section (albeit the one who wrote all the songs). But it's nice to know that I can still play the guitar on my own - and even stay more or less in key for most of a song when singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, best of all, I had fun doing it. Despite what I said at the end of the last song ("Thanks - see you all again in another nine years"), I think Johnny Orwell is back to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I missed him while he was away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Paul Kimball&lt;br /&gt;aka Johnny Orwell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4658014284834056032-7566228793388710598?l=johnnyorwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7566228793388710598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4658014284834056032&amp;postID=7566228793388710598&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/7566228793388710598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658014284834056032/posts/default/7566228793388710598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnyorwell.blogspot.com/2007/06/return-of-johnny-orwell.html' title='The Return of Johnny Orwell'/><author><name>Johnny Orwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949995962580106547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.imagecoast.com/images/paulkimball/paulorwell3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XEZGVBgMNA/Rnr5UFh_PxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3D6tWULYmWM/s72-c/paul+orwell+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
