Bart Vogel

Spencer & Vogel
Date Released: 11/07/2018
Words & Music: Barton J. Vogel

Story

Photo credit: Everett Collection

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Mark F. Maier, TJROX Audio, Lodi, California, October 2 & 26, 2018.

Guitar: Tim Spencer

Guitar & Vocals: Bart Vogel

Lyrics

She’s like a belle of the ball yet she loves us all

And we’re drawn out onto her floor.

Her movement in the world, like a flag unfurled,

Can be seen from all around.

You won’t be the same once she’s learned your name;

You’ll always come back again.

Twisting and turning and always returning;

She’ll set you aright for sure.

She’s like a belle of the ball, coming down the hall;

You’re really glad that she came.

Her eyes shining bright; they always excite

And her presence just changes the mood.

You won’t be the same once she’s learned your name;

You’ll always come back again.

Twisting and turning and always returning;

She’ll set you aright for sure.

Knowing her changes everything. Seeing her always makes your day.

Smelling her sweet perfume. Reminds you she’s in the room.

She’s like a belle of the ball yet she loves us all

And we’re drawn out onto her floor.

Her movement in the world, like a flag unfurled,

Can be seen from all around.

You won’t be the same once she’s learned your name;

You’ll always come back again.

Twisting and turning and always returning;

She’ll set you aright for sure.

Twisting and turning and always returning;

She’ll set you aright for sure.

 

Copyright February 6, 2012

Spencer & Vogel
Date Released: 04/26/2018
Words & Music: Barton J. Vogel

Story

Photo credit: windcoast

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Mark F. Maier, TJROX Audio, Lodi, California, February 6 & 20, March 7, 13 & 27 and April 10, 2018.

Classical Guitar & Vocals: Tim Spencer

Acoustic Guitar & Vocals: Bart Vogel

Lyrics

Wish I could see you now - coming down the street.

Wish I could hear you now - leaning on that horn.

But it’s been a long, long road since then

It’s been a long, long way for sure

Wish I could hear the roar of that red and white ‘65 Ford

Wish I could see the top coming down as you came to a stop

But it’s been a long, long road since then

It’s been a long, long way for sure

I’m really, really glad that we had some time together

I’m really, really glad that we got to go for a ride

I’m really, really glad that we went 100 miles per hour

I’m really, really glad the we felt the wind in our hair

What a wonderful, wonderful time that we had

Wish I could take the call of you dialing from that car again

Wish I could hear you say that you’d stop by and sit for a while

But it’s been a long, long road since then

It’s been a long, long way for sure.

Wish I could see you now.

Wish I could see you now.

Wish I could see you now.

 

Copyright June 27, 2017

06/06/2018
Words & Music: Barton J. Vogel

Story

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Matt Young, The Press Recording Studio, Stockton, California, August 24, 2016 & May 15, 2018.

Photography: Brodie Jayne

Synth & Drum Programming: Matt Young

Bass: Matt Young

Guitars: Matt Young

Guitar & Vocal: Bart Vogel

Lyrics

Four words. Four words is all that is required.

Four words. Four words. Oh, four words, Doc! Four words, Frank!

It's all you need. Four words. Four words.

Five rooms. Five rooms is all that is required.

Five rooms. Five rooms. Oh, five rooms, Doc! Five rooms, Frank!

It's all you need. Five rooms. Five rooms.

Two spoons. Two spoons is all that is required.

Two spoons. Two spoons. Oh, two spoons, Doc! Two spoons, Frank!

It's all you need. Two spoons. Two spoons.

A new tune. A new tune is all that is required.

A new tune. A new tune. Oh, a new tune, Doc! A new tune, Frank!

It's all you need. A new tune. A new tune.

Two spoons. Two spoons is all that is required.

Two spoons. Two spoons. Oh, two spoons, Doc! Two spoons, Frank!

It's all you need. Two spoons. Two spoons.

Big balloon. Big balloon is all that is required.

Big balloon. Big balloon. Oh, big balloon, Doc! Big balloon, Frank!

It's all you need. Big balloon. Big balloon.

Four words. Four words. Four words. Five rooms. Five rooms. Five rooms.

Two spoons. Two spoons. Two spoons. A new tune. A new tune. A new tune.

Big balloon. Big balloon. Big balloon.

 

Copyright Barton J. Vogel 5/16/2016

Spencer & Vogel
Date Released: 12/13/2017
Words & Music: Barton J. Vogel

Story

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Mark F. Maier, TJROX Audio, Lodi, California, September 19, September 26, November 7, November 28, and December 5, 2017.

Classical Guitar & Vocals: Tim Spencer

Acoustic Guitar & Vocals: Bart Vogel

Lyrics

Do you see the leaves falling down?

Do you see the gardener raking 'round?

Do you feel the season like I do?

Its a fall time a fall time of year.

Do you see the color of the leaves? Do you see the haze out through the trees?

Do you feel the season like I do? Its a fall time a fall time of . . .

Fall follows summer. Summer follows spring.

Spring follows winter and fall comes again.

Do you see the children in the yard? Looks like a Rockwell greeting card.

Do you feel the season like I do? Its a fall time a fall time of year.

Do you see the clouds gathered 'round? Do you smell the raindrops on the ground?

Do you feel the season like I do? Its a fall time a fall time of . . .

Fall follows summer. Summer follows spring.

Spring follows winter and fall comes again.

Its a fall time a fall time . . .

Its a fall time a fall time . . .

Its a fall time a fall time of year.

Copyright Barton J. Vogel © June 27, 2017

02/06/2018
Words & Music by: Barton J. Vogel

Story

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Diego Ayala, The Press Recording Studio, Stockton, California, October 24, 2017 and February 1, 2018.

Photography: Brodie Jayne

Guitar & Vocal: Bart Vogel

Lyrics

I’m looking out as the sailboats heel.

They are moved by the wind. They are thrown down the bay.

I’m looking out and my heart always

Will be moved by your touch. Will be drawn by your breath.

Oh Baby I love to hear you sigh.

Oh Baby I love your hithering look.

And I know I will always be here, too.

And I know I will want you here with me, too.

Oh Baby I love. Oh Baby I love.

I’m looking out and I feel the way

That your form moves across. That your skin warms the skin.

I’m looking out and I am transformed

And the hairs stand on end at the shivering chill.

Oh Baby I love to hear you sigh.

Oh Baby I love your hithering look.

And I know I will always be here, too.

And I know I will want you here with me, too.

Oh Baby I love. Oh Baby I love.

Will the road take us back where we began?

Will we know - how to keep this love still?

Oh Baby I love to hear you sigh.

Oh Baby I love your hithering look.

And I know I will always be here, too.

And I know I will want you here with me, too.

Oh Baby I love. Oh Baby I love.

Oh Baby . . .

 

Copyright Barton J. Vogel 1/24/2011

Spencer & Vogel
Date Released: 10/02/2017
Words & Music: Barton J. Vogel

Story

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Mark F. Maier, TJROX Audio, Lodi, California, June 20, July 11, August 8, August 22 and September 19, 2017.

Background Vocals: Mark Maier

Electric Guitar & Vocals: Tim Spencer

Acoustic Guitar & Vocals: Bart Vogel

Lyrics

If you disagree with me and I disagree with you.

Can we still find a way to get along?

If you think I'm ridiculous and I think you're ridiculous, too.

Can we still find a way to get along?

Let's attain the impossible. Let unity increase.

Let's achieve the improbable. Let's learn to live in peace.

If you think I've lost my mind and I think you've lost yours, too.

Can we still find a way to get along?

If you think I've lost my way and I think you've lost yours, too.

Can we still find a way to get along?

Let's attain the impossible. Let unity increase.

Let's achieve the improbable. Let's learn to live in peace.

Changing the way we've done it won't be an easy thing.

Changing the way we've thought it won't happen in a day.

Yet the only way change happens is changing the way in me!

 If you disagree with me and I disagree with you.

Can we still find a way to get along? To get along. To get along.

Copyright 2/7/2017

09/25/2017
Words & Music by: Barton J. Vogel

Story

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Matt Young, The Press Recording Studio, Stockton, California, December 1, 2016, January 20, 2017 and September 21, 2017.

Background Vocals & "Hey Buddy": Aranza Mora

Photography: Robert Mohr, https://robertmohr.com/

Guitar & Vocal: Bart Vogel

Lyrics

1. She came to me on a rising moon.

It was late July or maybe June.

But I can't remember as I was struck by the light of her smile.

2. She might have had a white dress on. A summer tan against the lawn.

But I can't remember as I was struck by the light of her smile.

Chorus: Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh! Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh! Oh boy!

Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh! Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh! A girl.

3. She smiled once then looked again. She called me boy maybe called me friend.

But I can't remember as I was struck by the light of her smile.

4. She wasn't sure that she was too. I might have said I love you.

But I can't remember as I was struck by the light of her smile.

[CHORUS]

Bridge: I'd been afraid to talk to her. I'd been watching her for awhile.

But then she smiled and winked at me

and said two words that changed my life; Hey, Buddy.

[CHORUS]

She came to me on a rising moon.

It was late July or maybe June.

 

Copyright Barton J. Vogel 2/10/2015

Spencer & Vogel
Date Released: 04/26/2017
Words & Music: Barton J. Vogel

Story

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Mark F. Maier, TJROX Audio, Lodi, California, January 31, March 7, March 21 and April 18, 2017.

Electric Guitar & Vocals: Tim Spencer

Acoustic Guitar & Vocals: Bart Vogel

Lyrics

The demise of the unfortunate cricket. We thought he was a cockroach instead.

The demise of the unfortunate tabby. We thought she was a coyote instead

Ah . . . Ah . . .

The demise of the unfortunate garter. We thought he was a rattler instead.

The demise of the unfortunate German. We thought he was Jewish instead.

Ah . . . Ah . . .

The demise of the unfortunate Catholic. We thought he was Protestant instead.

The demise of the unfortunate Arab. We thought he was the other side instead.

Ah . . . Ah . . .

It's not always as it seems. We're all just human beings.

Yet it's not always quite that easy. It's not always as it seems.

The demise of the unfortunate bridegroom. We thought he was the best man instead.

The demise of the unfortunate lover. We thought he was a loser instead.

 

Copyright 6/6/2016

06/07/2017
Words & Music by: Barton J. Vogel

Story

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Matt Young, The Press Recording Studio, Stockton, California, December 1, 2016, January 20, 2017, February 1, 2017 and May 8, 2017.

Photography: Robert Mohr, https://robertmohr.com/

Drum Programming: Matt Young

Bass: Matt Young

Electric Guitar: Matt Young

Guitar & Vocal: Bart Vogel

Lyrics

Gettin' a glass. Filling it up. Cause and effect.

Waiting for you to find me. Waiting for you to find me now.

It's not that hard to find me. It's not that hard to be found!

Got the right tool. I'll get the job done. I'm no fool.

Waiting for you to find me. Waiting for you to find me now.

It's not that hard to find me. It's not that hard to be found!

Doing the work. Making some calls. Google around.

Waiting for you to find me. Waiting for you to find me now.

It has been said - that good things come - only to those who wait.

Moving so fast. Come so far. Driving around.

Waiting for you to find me. Waiting for you to find me now.

It's not that hard to find me. It's not that hard to be found!

Waiting for you to find me. Waiting for you to find me.

Waiting for you to find me. Waiting for you to find me.

 

Copyright Barton J. Vogel 1/29/2015

Spencer & Vogel
Date Released: 01/19/2017
Words & Music: Barton J. Vogel

Story

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Mark F. Maier, TJROX Audio, Lodi, California, August 2, August 9 and December 27, 2016.

Photography & artwork by Robert Mohr

Electric Guitar & Vocals: Tim Spencer

Acoustic Guitar & Vocals: Bart Vogel

Lyrics

1. They worked all morning in the orchard that summer weekend day

The house by the shore was a long held dream and as they stood there in the shade she said

CHORUS: It feels so good. It feels so - good. It feels so good. It feels so good.

2. He slipped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her body near.

He turned his face toward her head and whispered these words in her ear.

[CHORUS]

Bridge: They’ve been planning all this for some time with an architect and such

It has seemed a little tough at times but it’s worth it because they love so much

They love so much they want to settle down.

[CHORUS]

[INSTRUMENTAL CHORUS]

3. He took her by the hand and led her all the way upstairs.

As he helped her with the buttons on her shirt and old blue jeans she said

[CHORUS]

[CHORUS]

 

Copyright 2011

05/07/2017
Words & Music by: Barton J. Vogel

Story

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Matt Young, The Press Recording Studio, Stockton, California, December 1, 2016, January 20, 2017 and March 2, 2017.

Guitar & Vocal: Bart Vogel

Lyrics

Do you see yourself as some sort of Jesus

Do you set yourself above the crowd?

Do you know more than your sister or brother?

Do you hear yourself when you speak out loud?

Maybe you are some sort of Jesus.

Maybe you are some sort of god.

Maybe you are some sort of Jesus.

Maybe you are some sort of god.

Do you see yourself as some sort of Jesus?

Do you know you really can forgive?

Do you set yourself as some sort of standard?

Do you see yourself as one who believes?

Maybe you are some sort of Jesus.

Maybe you are some sort of god.

Maybe you are some sort of Jesus.

Maybe you are some sort of god.

What are you and who are you and what will you become? Where will you go now?

Do you see yourself as some sort of Jesus

Do you set yourself above the crowd?

Do you know more than your sister or brother?

Do you hear yourself when you speak out loud?

Maybe you are some sort of Jesus.

Maybe you are some sort of god.

Maybe you are some sort of Jesus.

Maybe you are some sort of god.

 

Copyright 2010

Spencer & Vogel
Date Released: 07/26/2016
Words & Music: Barton J. Vogel

Story

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Mark F. Maier, TJROX Audio, Lodi, California, June 28, 2016.

Electric Guitar & Vocals: Tim Spencer

Acoustic Guitar & Vocals: Bart Vogel

Lyrics

Seventeen months to leave you lonely. For my heart to break.

Seventeen months for the sky to fall down. To miss you dear.

Seventeen months for my heart to heal. For mind to be free.

Seventeen months to fall in love again. Seventeen months to fall away.

Chorus: Oh, why does it seem so long? Yet seem like you just were here.

I’m amazed how the wounds have gone. How healing healed. How healing healed.

Seventeen months dying to stay. Wanting to give up.

Seventeen months wanting to give in. I’m finding a life.

Seventeen months see it all come around. I’ve got to forgive.

Seventeen months never forgotten. Seventeen months for that wound to heal.

 [CHORUS]

 [INSTRUMENTAL BRIDGE]

 [CHORUS] [JAM] [CHORUS]

 Tag: Seventeen months. Seventeen months. Seventeen months.

Copyright 2011

Our Way

03:34
Bart Vogel
04/07/2017
Barton J. Vogel

Story

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Matt Young, The Press Recording Studio, Stockton, California, December 1, 2016, January 20, 2017 and March 2, 2017.

Guitar & Vocal: Bart Vogel

Lyrics

No more Pollyanna. No more everything's alright.

No more staying up 'til 3 o'clock. 'Cause we'll be here all night.

Why don't we just find our way between the things that we say?

I got nothing more to tell you. Nothing new to report.

Why do we have to talk about the weather in New York?

Why don't we just find our way between the things that we say?

Why do we have to talk about your mother's many things?

Is there no better news than that guy and how he sings ?

Why don't we just find our way between the things that we say?

('Cause we're) amazing today and we're here all the way.

Why don't we just be here like this – like we want it to be.

Like we want it to be.

No more nervous laughter. No more looking at my hands.

No more wondering if you like me or if you think my jokes are grand.

Why don't we just find our way between the things that we say?

Why don't we just find our way . . .

 

Copyright Barton J. Vogel © 7/23/2015

Spencer & Vogel
Date Released: 06/25/2015
Words & Music: Barton J. Vogel

Lyrics

1. Heading from the dock at four o’clock

There was too much wind to raise the Genoa

So we raised the working jib in its place

And the main was reefed to fight the weather helm

Chorus: This is the water I remember

This is the strait I recall

I’ll not forget you sitting on the gunwale

Adding ballast as we reached for Sherman Isle

2. The boxes filled with food were stowed below

Other gear secured on forward berths

The sail bags empty now were tucked inside

She was ready for the winds to have their way

(Chorus)

Hi Dee Hi Dee Ho, Hi Dee Hi Dee Ho

Hi Dee Hi Dee Ho, Hi Dee Ho

3. Flying down the wind at Golden Hour

We ate our sandwiches and mango fruit

As we tipped our bottles up and quenched our thirst

I looked off starboard bow and had the thought:

(Chorus) (Hi Dee . . .) (Hi Dee . . .)

(Chorus) (Hi Dee . . .) (Hi Dee . . .)

 

Copyright 2009

Arco

03:59
Bart Vogel
03/07/2017
Barton J. Vogel

Story

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Matt Young, The Press Recording Studio, Stockton, California, December 1, 2016, January 20, 2017 and March 2, 2017.

Guitar & Vocal: Bart Vogel

Lyrics

1. Why is the cheapest gas always the toughest to buy?

Why does it come from gas pumps that are never washed or dryed?

Why do I have to drive across a dirty parking lot?

And coming out of the men's room, I wonder what I’ve caught.

CHORUS: Here I go, oh, here I go to ARCO.

Here I go, oh, here I go to save.

Here I go, oh, here I go to spend some of my dough, oh.

Here I go, oh, here I go to ARCO.

2. Are all the ARCO customers always pushed out of shape?

Or are they just ticked off because they have to wait?

Why does the cheapest fuel come with a service fee?

Why am I willing to pay that charge - they’re not fooling me?

[CHORUS]

3. Have you ever noticed the entrance is on the wrong side of the street?

You can always easily get there but you cannot retreat!

But while you’re caught at the station you can have a corn dog or two!

You can even score a bag of chips or maybe a mountain dew!

[CHORUS]

BRIDGE: Supply and demand. It’s out of my hand. It’s all about the money. So true it’s funny!

[CHORUS]

Here I go, oh, here I go to AR - CO.

Old Tub

04:45
Spencer & Vogel
Date Released: 06/25/2015
Words & Music: Barton J. Vogel

Lyrics

1. Oh you wouldn’t recognize her for the way she used to be.

The paint is peeling off and the engines are at peace.

CHORUS: Old Tub.

Old Tub.

2. Her fittings all have rusted and the lights are off for good.

The windows have been broken by the vandals from the shore.

[CHORUS]

3. The sun has taken its toll on her decks and bulwark now.

The rain has penetrated the cracks in cabin doors.

[CHORUS]

BRIDGE: She’s lying next to others

Who’ve suffered same as her

But it’s a calm and peaceful cove

In which to rust.

[INSTRUMENTAL VERSE]

FINAL CHORUS: Old Tub.

Old Tub. 

 

Copyright 2013

Bart Vogel
02/02/2017
Barton J. Vogel

Story

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Matt Young, The Press Recording Studio, Stockton, California, December 1, 2016, January 20, 2017 and February 1, 2017.

Guitar & Vocal: Bart Vogel

Lyrics

Nightfall and moonlight. Dew fall then sunlight.

Will they come around so early?

Will they take away the worries and the pain?

Shortfalls; no pay. Sunsets; there’s no way.

Will they come around so early?

Will they take away the worries and the pain?

It’s the passage of time. The days slipping by.

I can’t slow it down and I certainly won’t try.

The numbers keep changing on my cell phone clock.

There's nothing I can do that will make them stop!

Harvest and windfalls. Raindrops on back walls.

Will they come around so early?

Will they take away the worries and . . .

Will they come around so early?

Will they take away the worries and . . .

Will they come around so early?

Will they come around so early?

Will they take away the worry?

 

Copyright Barton J. Vogel © May 5, 2014

 

Balance

03:57
Spencer & Vogel
Date Released: 10/21/2014
Words & Music: Barton J. Vogel

Lyrics

1. Like a gymnast on a balance beam

Like a tightrope walker on a high wire

Like climber on a rocky ledge

I want to have, want to have,

Want my life to have balance

I need my life to have

Want my life to have some balance

I’m praying that it will

Pleading that it will have some balance (uh, uh)

2. Like a lineman on a telephone pole

Like a window washer on the Empire State

Like a bridge painter on the Golden Gate

I need my life to have

Want my life to have some balance

I’m praying that it will

Pleading that it will have some balance (uh, uh)

3. Like a steel worker on the 63rd floor

Like an ice skater in Olympic trials

Like a barnstormer on a biplane wing

I need my life to have

Want my life to have some balance

I’m praying that it will

Pleading that it will have some balance (uh, uh) (uh, uh) (uh, uh)

 

Copyright 1993

Bart Vogel
08/24/2016
Barton J. Vogel

Story

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Matt Young, The Press Recording Studio, Stockton, California, August 24, 2016.

Guitar & Vocal: Bart Vogel

Lyrics

Could write a song about glory. Could write a song about war.

Could write a song about wisdom. Could write about something more.

Could write a song about a due date. Could write about making due.

Could write a song about Texas. Could write a song about you.

Could write a song about a sunrise. Could write a song about pain.

Could write a song about coming down. Could write a song about rain.

BRIDGE: Yet I never know what they'll be about. I never know what they've done.

Sometimes they feel like lovers and sometimes friends.

Could write a song about taxes. Could write a song about brains.

Could write a song about a cancer. Could write a song about trains.

Could write a song about a heartache. Could write a song about touch.

Could write a song about a human. Could write about breaking through.

Could write a song about beauty. Could write about nothing new.

Could write a song about something. Could write a song about you.

 [BRIDGE]

Could write a song . . .

Copyright 2016

Spencer & Vogel
Date Released: 10/10/2014
Words & Music: Barton J. Vogel

Lyrics

The weight of ache. The sorrow of leaving.

The sadness of taking. Separating humans. And tearing it down.

- Breathe to move. - Breathe to move.

The crush of change. The rawest emotion.

Expelling a long sigh. No possible way to cry. I wish I could die.

Breathe to move.

Breathe to move.

The death of love. The pain of devotion.

Stepping off the boat. Leaving the dock behind. Take another step.

Breathe to move.

Breathe to move.

The only way is to take another step

No matter how small it is and to feel along the wall for the only way out.

Breathe to move.

Breathe to move.

Just take another breath and fill your lungs with all the air that they can hold!

Don’t be afraid to step again. Move out from underneath this awful cold.

To be born

To come alive again

To find some new life

To feel some new way

To start another day

Breathe to move.

Breathe to move.

Just take another breath and fill your lungs with all the air that they can hold!

Don’t be afraid to step again. You’ve moved from underneath this awful cold. Gotta . . .

 

Copyright 2009

Bart Vogel
08/11/2016
Barton J. Vogel

Story

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Matt Young, The Press Recording Studio, Stockton, California, June 22 & July 12, 2016.

Guitar: Bart Vogel

 

Copyright 2008

 

River

03:46
Spencer & Vogel
Date Released: 10/10/2014
Words & Music: Barton J. Vogel

Lyrics

1. The water runs only on toward the sea as it winds down the valley and slows by the trees.

And it courses through canyons displacing the stone.

And moving on; it’s continually drawn. It forever will go like my heart will flow into yours.

2. The flow of the river waters the land and it never stops running even blocked by the dam.

And it carries whatever it wants down the stream.

And moving on; it’s continually drawn. It forever will go like my heart will flow into yours.

3. Part of the water ends up in her cup and part boils in kettles on a thousand cook tops.

But the rest just keeps flowing on toward the sea.

And moving on; it’s continually drawn. It forever will go like my heart will flow into yours.

 

Copyright 2010

Bart Vogel
08/04/2016
Barton J. Vogel

Story

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Matt Young, The Press Recording Studio, Stockton, California, June 22 & July 12, 2016.

Guitar: Bart Vogel

 

Copyright 2014

Bart Vogel
07/28/2016
Barton J. Vogel

Story

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Matt Young, The Press Recording Studio, Stockton, California, June 22 & July 12, 2016.

Guitar: Bart Vogel

 

Copyright 2012

Secure

02:37
Bart Vogel
07/21/2016
Barton J. Vogel

Story

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Matt Young, The Press Recording Studio, Stockton, California, June 22 & July 12, 2016.

Guitar: Bart Vogel

 

Copyright 1991

 

Richard Harty, Peter Hackett & Bart Vogel
07/14/2016
Words & Music: Tom Hunter

Story

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Matt Young, The Press Recording Studio, Stockton, California, March 29 & April 12, 2016.

Keyboard: Richard Harty

Bass & Drums: Peter Hackett

Guitar & Vocals: Bart Vogel

Lyrics

1. Come on in from the storm, come and listen to my song,
It's the song of a lost soul comin' home.
Maybe you've sung it too when you thought that you were through,
And you didn't think you had anything left to do.

Chorus: We're comin' home, we're comin' home, with laughin' tears of joy we're comin' home
Knowin' everything's not gone. The night time has a dawn.
And it sings another song, comin' home

2. Maybe something's goin' on that makes you feel alone,
You wonder if you'll find another home.
Well, it doesn't go away quite as easily as they say,
But just remember that we're around, and we're gonna stay. (Chorus)

3. Last week this friend came 'round, said these days he feels so down
Seems that everything secure has come unwound.
He says the only thing to do is to get together with you,
To let things grow and pull each other through. (Chorus)

4. Instrumental verse right before Verse #5 (no chorus in between)

5. So come on in from the storm, come and listen to our song,
It's the song of some lost souls comin' home.
Maybe you've sung it too when you thought that you were through,
And you didn't think you had anything left to do.(Chorus)

 

Copyright 1977

Robert Mohr, Richard Harty & Bart Vogel
05/11/2016
Barton J. Vogel

Story

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Matt Young, The Press Recording Studio, Stockton, California, January 28, March 25 & April 12, 2016.

Background Vocals: Robert Mohr

Keyboards: Richard Harty

Guitar & Vocals: Bart Vogel

Lyrics

She had a hard time sitting still to be

in the quiet so she could hear her heart speak

She had this longing deep inside her soul

that only could be filled by a breath from you

She opened her heart to heal the pain. She opened her heart to feel.

She opened her eyes to see the light. She opened her eyes to see.

It was a struggle to let go of the thoughts

Reminders of the past and the hurts that plagued her so

She worked on trusting all the grace she once knew

An arising and longing for a new way of life

She opened her heart to heal the pain. She opened her heart to feel.

She opened her eyes to see the light. She opened her eyes to see.

She opened her eyes to see. She opened her eyes to see.

 

 

Copyright 2011

Bart Vogel
03/24/2016
Barton J. Vogel

Story

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Matt Young, The Press Recording Studio, Stockton, California, March 8, 2016.

You can't control the direction of the wind.

Sometimes to get where you want to go you're going to have to zigzag a bit.

Inspired by the experience of tacking a sailboat (bringing the wind across the bow). As you turn into the wind the boat slows and there is a flurry of activity with the noise of the sails flapping in the wind, the sheets hitting the shrouds, lifelines and cabin top and the rigging going slack and clanging. And then there is the quiet as the sails fill with wind again and the boat picks up speed on the opposite tack.

 

Copyright 2011

Lyrics

Instrumental

Max Vogel & Bart Vogel
01/24/2016
Barton J. Vogel & Morgan A. Vogel

Story

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Matt Young, The Press Recording Studio, Stockton, California, December 22, 2015.

Lead Guitar: Max Vogel

Guitar: Bart Vogel

 

Copyright 2001

Lyrics

Instrumental

Bart Vogel
01/10/2016
Barton J. Vogel

Story

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Matt Young, The Press Recording Studio, Stockton, California, December 22, 2015.

Guitar: Bart Vogel

 

Copyright 2015

12/08/2015
Barton J Vogel

Story

A while back my friend Gary Sommerfeld suggested that we in Spencer & Vogel cover John Mayer's "Your Body Is a Wonderland". As I looked at the song I realized that it was played in the key of C in drop D tuning (I have always played songs with drop D tuning in the key of D!) I loved the concept and wondered what a song would sound like in the key of G in drop D tuning. This song came to me almost immediately as I played through some chord changes in this configuration . . .

 

Recorded, mixed & master by Matt Young, The Press Recording Studio, Stockton, California

Drum Programming: Bart Vogel & Matt Young

Fiddle: Shane Kalbach

Guitar & Vocals: Bart Vogel

Lyrics

1. Thinkin' 'bout you and me and all them chickens for free

Well I could cut some and you could baste 'em

And we could barbecue in the old barrel by the back tree

 

CHORUS: Oh, time. Oh, years. Oh, joy and tears.

Look what we've done!

 

2. Thinkin' 'bout you and me and all them childrens for free

Well we could make some and we could raise 'em

And you could make 'em clothes and comb their hair nicely.

 

#2 CHORUS: Oh, time. Oh, years. Oh, joy and tears.

Look what . . .

 

BRIDGE: This is good. This is life. This is love. This is time.

This is good. This is life. This is love. This is time.

 

3. Thinkin' 'bout you and me and all them friends for free

We could count some and we could have fun

We could call 'em up and sit around merrily.

 

CHORUS: Oh, time. Oh, years. Oh, joy and tears.

Look what we've done!

 

Copyright 2014

2009-01-02
Barton J. Vogel

Lyrics

The weight of ache. The sorrow of leaving.

The sadness of taking. Separating humans. And tearing it down.

Breathe to move. 

Breathe to move.

 

The crush of change. The rawest emotion.

Expelling a long sigh. No possible way to cry.

I wish I could die.

Breathe to move.

Breathe to move.

 

The death of love. The pain of devotion.

Stepping off the boat. Leaving the dock behind.

Take another step.

Breathe to move.

Breathe to move.

 

The only way is to take another step

No matter how small it is and to feel along the wall

for the only way out.

Breathe to move.

Breathe to move.

 

Just take another breath

and fill your lungs with all the air that they can hold!

Don’t be afraid to step again.

Move out from underneath this awful cold.

 

To be born. To come alive again.

To find some new life. To feel some new way.

To start another day.

Breathe to move.

Breathe to move.

 

Just take another breath

and fill your lungs with all the air that they can hold!

Don’t be afraid to step again.

You've moved from underneath this awful cold. 

 

Gotta breathe.  Gotta breathe.  Gotta breathe.  Gotta breathe.

Jump

03:10
Bart Vogel
2008-01-18
Barton J. Vogel

Story

"The room has a door. That door is ever so slightly ajar, and outside we can see a great deal of dazzling light." (p.51) The Artist’s Way - Julia Cameron

Lyrics

1. Now is the time. The time is now.

You know what? It’s a great big "wow".

‘Cause it’s Go time! It’s Show time! You gotta jump!

You gotta jump, jump, jump, jump, jump . . . Yeah!

 

2. Now is the time. It’s a time for grace.

I’m telling you. That’s a beautiful place!

‘Cause it’s Go time! It’s Show time! You gotta jump!

You gotta jump, jump, jump, jump, jump . . . Yeah!

 

3. Now is the time. No time for blood.

No time for shame it’s a time for love.

‘Cause it’s Go time! It’s Show time! You gotta jump!

You gotta jump, jump, jump, jump, jump . . . Yeah!

 

4. Wandering around this old wood floor.

Looking to that open door . . .

‘Cause it’s Go time! It’s Show time! You gotta jump!

You gotta jump, jump, jump, jump, jump . . . Yeah!

Jump, jump! Jump, jump!

Jump, jump, jump! Jump, jump, jump! Juuuuuuuump!

  

5. You gotta jump out ahead! You gotta move on out!

You gotta take a step! You gotta follow your heart!

‘Cause it’s Go time! It’s Show time! You gotta jump!

You gotta jump, jump, jump, jump, jump . . . Yeah!

It’s time to jump!

2008-01-27
Barton J. Vogel

Lyrics

1. Precious, darling, all right? Precious, darling, all right?

Don’t you worry, all right? Don’t you worry, all right?

No more sadness, No more sadness, all right?

No more sadness, No more sadness, all right?

Happy. Happy. happy. happy.

Happy. Happy. happy. happy. All right!

Happy. Happy. happy. happy.

Happy. Happy. happy. happy. All right!

 

Chorus: Don’t you worry now! There’s sun behind the cloud!

Feel the goodness grow. I want you to know.

 

2. It will work out all right! It will work out all right!

See the bright light, all right? See the bright light, all right?

Only. Only. All Right! Only. Only. All Right!

(‘Cause I’ve) got some good news!

Got some good news! All right!

Got some good news! Got some good news!

All right! (all right!)

 

Chorus: Don’t you worry now! There’s sun behind the cloud!

Feel the goodness grow. I want you to know

 

3. It will work out. It will work out all right!

It will work out. It will work out all right!

 

Bridge: No longer sad. No longer mired; that’s better!

No longer mad, no longer bound, I’m free!

 

4. (‘Cause I’ve) got some good news!

Got some good news! All right!

Got some good news! Got some good news!

All right! All right! All right! All right!

Balance

03:54
0000-00-00
Barton J. Vogel © 1993

Lyrics

1. Like a gymnast on a balance beam

Like a tightrope walker on a high wire

Like climber on a rocky ledge

I want to have, want to have,

Want my life to have balance

I need my life to have

Want my life to have some balance

I’m praying that it will

Pleading that it will have some balance (uh, uh)

 

2. Like a lineman on a telephone pole

Like a window washer on the Empire State

Like a bridge painter on the Golden Gate

I need my life to have

Want my life to have some balance

I’m praying that it will

Pleading that it will have some balance (uh, uh)

 

3. Like a steel worker on the 63rd floor

Like an ice skater in Olympic trials

Like a barnstormer on a biplane wing

I need my life to have

Want my life to have some balance

I’m praying that it will

Pleading that it will have some balance (uh, uh)

2009-02-28
Barton J. Vogel

Lyrics

Finding my way back to paradise

Healing the bruises within

Surrounded by life and its mystery

Sensing the love again

On my way, gotta be on my way.

On my way, gotta be on my way.

Now I know which way to go

 

Finding my way back to paradise

Why has it taken so long?

I see there’s an opening in the universe

I’m glad I found the way back out

On my way, gotta be on my way.

On my way, gotta be on my way.

Now I know which way to go

 

Finding my way back to paradise

Healing the bruises within

Surrounded by life and its mystery

Sensing the love again

On my way, gotta be on my way.

On my way, gotta be on my way.

On my way, gotta be on my way.

Bart Vogel
2009-03-03
Barton J. Vogel

Lyrics

I must be some kind of psychopath, baby!

I must be some kind of lunatic, too.

I think I lost my mind a few miles back

(And now I) must be some kind of reprobate

‘Cause, I’m crazy. Now, I’m crazy. Crazy, too! Crazy, too!

 

I must be some kind of madman, baby!

I must be some kind of maniac, too.

I think I lost my mind a few miles back

(And now I) must be some kind of insanity

‘Cause, I’m crazy. Now, I’m crazy. Crazy, too! Crazy, too!

 

I must be some kind of fool, baby!

I must be some kind of a derangement, too.

I think I lost my mind a few miles back

(And now I) must be some kind of aberration, too.

‘Cause I’m crazy. Now, I’m crazy. Crazy, too!

 

I’m bottled up, baby, not feelin’ so great.

I’m rattled and hungry. I’m in quite a state.

I can’t tell a lie. And I must disagree.

That I’m not off my nut. I’m not what you see.

I’m sane, baby! I’m sane, baby. And I’m free!!

2005-06-08
Barton J. Vogel

Lyrics

We have experienced

the cold of a steel-hard grey insecurity

and felt the bolted wood door of despair.

What a pity, we said.  Disappointment, we meant.

 

True Joy will rise when it all melts down

and we feel the presence of love again.

 

We have felt the anger subside

after all the rustling of frustration

has given way to a resolute calm.

What a relief, we said.  What peacefulness, we meant.

 

True Joy will rise when it all melts down

and we feel the presence of love again.

 

It sometimes doesn't take that long to bring it all around

but sometimes it seems like it takes forever.

It's worth choosing to open up, worth making up.

It's possible for love to save the day.

 

True Joy will rise when it all melts down

and we feel the presence of love again.

True Joy will rise when it all melts down

and we feel the presence of love again.

True Joy will rise when it all melts down

and we feel the presence of love again.

2010-01-29
Barton J. Vogel

Lyrics

1.Wonderfully sensuous. Optically amazing.

Mamma to the children. All the time questioning.

Now and then comical. Insightful and inspiring.

Nowhere near explainable. Lover of the roses. 

Oranges and the coconut. Velvet to my finger tips.

Explorer of the universe.  She’s a woman - in - love.

2. Wild as the wilderness. Ornery only sometimes.

Manageable? Uh-uh. Always so beautiful.

Never quite predictable. Intricate and exotic.

Never understandable. Lovely and delicious.

Only sometimes irrational. Very warm and nurturing.

Even philosophical.  She’s a woman - in - love.

3. Wicked when she wants me. Oh so coy when she needs me. 

Multiple dispositions.  Available when it suits her.

Not always emotional. Intelligent. Creative.

Naturally appointed. Lucky that she has me.

On and off she needs me. Voicing all her worries.

Ever rolling those eyes.  She’s a woman - in - love.

4. Instrumental Verse

5. Wondering what I'm thinking.  Overly protective. 

Making me sometimes shiver.  Appealing to my senses.

Needing reassurance. Inviting conversation.

Not easily persuaded. Looking for the next hug.

Open and responsive. Vane and temperamental.

Eventually forgiving.  She’s a woman - in - love. Oh, love. Oh, love.

Secure

03:03
En Route
0000-00-00
Barton J. Vogel

Story

Was written as a lullaby for Morgan and Maxwell in the very early 1990's.

Lyrics

Instrumental

D Jazz

02:49
Bart Vogel
0000-00-00
Barton J. Vogel

Story

This song was originally written as a rehearsal exercise sometime in the early 1990's.

Lyrics

Instrumental

Bart Vogel
2002-11-19
Barton J. Vogel

Lyrics

I saw you struggling there caught between two beasts

I should have rescued you from the ensuing gory feast

I couldn’t bring myself to help you; no courage to be near

I heard your cries of agony and I heard your screams of fear

 

I turned my back on you. I turned my back on you.

‘Don’t know why I am this way but I turned my back on you

 

I still couldn’t move outside myself to provide what help I could

I was too afraid to assist you; I feared my fear if I would

It really wouldn’t have been that hard to walk out the door to help

To chase those two devourers away but I couldn’t stand your cries of yelp

 

I turned my back on you. I turned my back on you.

‘Don’t know why I am this way but I turned my back on you.

 

I turned my back on you. I turned my back on you.

‘Don’t know why I am this way but I turned my back on you. 

 

I now know what I would do next time (if I had a chance to care)

But the thing that really stabs my soul is that I knew you knew I was there

Oh, it hurts. My heart aches. I’m sorry . . . I’m sorry . . . I’m sorry.

 

I turned my back on you. I turned my back on you.

‘Don’t know why I am this way but I turned my back on you.

Changes

02:58
Bart Vogel
0000-00-00
Richard Harty, Barton J. Vogel, Debra Vogel @ 2/7/1995

Lyrics

I'm on to something new

(Something brand spankin' new)

I'm in to living in You

(And You in me, too)

Surprised by that joy

(Inside my heart)

Makin' my heart beat

(Beats in time, too)

 

I'm in to serving you

(No more having to)

It's so much fun

(To be livin' in you)

Living outside

(It's so, so sad)

So very sad

(Boo-hoo, man)

 

Changes

Changes

Changes

Comin' my way

Changes

Got something to say, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Changes

Happen' every day

Changes

Doin' it His way

 

I used to guess

(But now I know)

Altogether now

(Heart, mind and soul)

Redesigned by love

(With the Master plan)

I'm smiling now

(Got a face lift)

 

Changes

Changes

Changes

Comin' my way

Changes

Got something to say, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Changes

Happen' every day

Changes

Doin' it His way