Bruce Hilliard Interviews Bruce Hilliard with Bruce Hilliard
Episode 175 and I finally got around to it. An interview with myself. I showed up in time twice and the chat went well. Some of the questions were curve balls and maybe too personal. That's the risk you take.
We talked about what's going on as a musician and podcast host and the ongoing need for a "real job" to pay the bills. Then it was three original songs: Hold On, I'm Going Home, Pawn Shop Boulevard and finally Bob Dylan's Like a Rolling Stone. Here are the lyrics so you folks at home can sing along.
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It’s about sharing an unforgettable moment and remembering the magic forever.
Hold On
Hold on, hold on to the night
Darkness in a room of candle light
Hold on, hold on to the night
Oh, casts a shadow cross the shimmering fire in her eyes
He was a pauper, sired by a pauper’s son
Mother was a gypsy fortune teller on the run
But he had a dream, he could feel it in his dreams
Combing his hair he thought he could be the next James Dean
And on the other side of he stands alone
Listen to the ringing on a distant telephone
Hold on, hold on to the night
Darkness in a room of candle light
Hold on, hold on to the night
Ah, casts a shadow cross the shimmering fire in her eyes
She was a princess, and a daughter of New Orleans
Never knew her papa, mamma was an African queen
She was dusky, oh...and they called her Desiree
Driving down the highway looking for a place to stay
And on the other side of she stands alone
Listen to the ringing on a distant telephone
Hold on, hold on to the night
Darkness in a room of candle light
Hold on, hold on to the night
Ah, casts a shadow cross the shimmering fire in her eyes
Hold on, hold on to the night
Darkness in a room of candle light
Hold on, hold on to the night
Ah, casts a shadow cross the shimmering fire in her eyes
I’m Going Home
Out on the highway running away
Well, off on a rock’n’roll holiday
Now, the window’s down I got a song in my head
And I’m running with the wind for a better day
Yeah, running with the wind for a better way
And now I'm looking for my freedom
On a two buck radio
And I'm driving on down this ocean road
And I'm going home, yeah I'm going home
Out on the highway driving all day (into the cool of the night)
Now I’ve got a feeling like falling in love (you in the dashboard light)
Under the stars a billion miles away
Now we’re running with the wind got no piper to pay
Yeah, we’re running with the wind to a better day
So if you ask me where I’m going
And you’re thinking ‘bout hitching a ride
Climb aboard my friend, you’ll never be alone
And I’m going home, yeah I’m going home
I’m going home
And do you feel like a million dollars
Do you feel like taking a chance
It’s not on a map, only a poet would know
That I’m going home, yeah I’m going home
Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la, I’m going home
Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la, I’m going home
Ooo...I’m going home
Pawn Shop Boulevard is a song Bruce wrote and recorded in February 2020. It's about a broken man that's lost his wife and is desperate for a friend. He pawns his departed wife's wedding ring and spends his last penny on a lady of the night if only to "whisper in his ear, it's gonna be alright."
Pawn Shop Boulevard
Looking through the bars on Pawn Shop Boulevard
Used guns, and jewelry and old guitars
I don’t need no bling, just the memories
Of that wedding ring I wore on my hand
And now I know what I really want
And now I know what I really need
After all these years I kinda like to know
Where do I go, where do I go?
Where do you go, when you need somebody
Where do you go, when you need someone to hold
When you’re looking for a lover and the doors are barred
Down on Pawn Shop Boulevard
I know now what I really want
I know now what I really need
After all these years I kinda like to know
Where do I go, where do I go?
Where do you go, when you need somebody
Where do you go, when you need someone to hold
I sold my baby’s ring for a lady of the night
She whispered in my ear it’s gonna be alright
Somewhere there’s a soul with a broken heart
Down on Pawn Shop Boulevard
Like a Rolling Stone ~ Bob Dylan
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People call say 'beware doll, you're bound to fall'
You thought they were all kidding you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hanging out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging your next meal
How does it feel, how does it feel?
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone
Ahh you've gone to the finest schools, alright Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
Nobody's ever taught you how to live out on the street
And now you're gonna have to get used to it
You say you never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel, how does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
A complete unknown, like a rolling stone
Ah you never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on a chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discovered that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal
How does it feel, how does it feel?
To have on your own, with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone
Ahh princess on a steeple and all the pretty people
They're all drinking, thinking that they've got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you better take your diamond ring, you better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him he calls you, you can't refuse
When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you've got no secrets to conceal
How does it feel, ah how does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone
