Copyright © 2008 Porch String Music -
2. Golden Gate
by Nancy Rost
(c) 2006 Sesquipedalian Publishing ASCAP
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Nancy: piano, vocals
Tracy: cello
Sunrise over sourdough in panoramic paradise
Birds blow songs of Alcatraz in surreal serenade
You can touch the clouds below
Heaven never seemed so close
But if you spread your wings and fly,
It's not a leap of faith
From the Golden Gate
From the Golden Gate
When the music starts to swell,
You think they'll be your backing band
Harp strings for eternity, a symphony in steel
Get real
It's really not a golden gate;
That's just an orange coat of paint
And your whole life won't even rate
A drop into the sea
Where I live, the world is flat
And you know, I'm OK with that
Color me pedestrian, but I'm still on my feet
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Notes:
Inspired, in part, by "Jumpers: The Fatal Grandeur of the Golden Gate Bridge," by Tad Friend, October 13, 2003, The New Yorker.
www.newyorker.com/archive/2003/10/13/031013fa_fact
The phrase "surreal serenade" is borrowed from the instrumentalist Hanah Jon Taylor
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“Golden Gate” and “Shamu” (track #8) were written during February Album Writing Month (www.fawm.org). Special thanks to Eric Distad (www.distad.net), Joel D Canfield, Jeffrey Marsh and Barbara Laurent for helping me to refine these songs.