Post edited 7:19 pm – July 18, 2009 by Rabidbadger
Any of you guys familiar with Bob Walkenhorst? He was lead singer/main writer from one of my all time fave bands ever, the Rainmakers. He is solo now, in KC area. His lyrics are amazing, got me through a lot of rough times in my early adulthood.
from the old rainmakers site.
Heralded as "America's Great Next Band" by Newsday, The Rainmakers were soon drenched in critical acclaim. Feature articles in Newsweek, Rolling Stone, CMJ, USA Today and others poured in singing the praises of this hard working Midwest band who provided new life to a traditional rock format.
Critics particularly enjoyed the unique writing style of Bob Walkenhorst, whose talent for choosing unusual and sometimes controversial subjects provided an eye-opening perspective of life, sprinkled with sarcastic humor. The Rainmakers received notoriety for their songs' lyrical content, including Music Connection's award for Lyric Line of the Year: "The generation that would change the world is still looking for its car keys," and in the unlikely source of author Stephen King, who twice quoted lyrics from Rainmakers songs in his best seller "The Tommyknockers," and again in his 1991 novel "Gerald's Game."
Oddly enough, it was Berg and Jerry music that made me think of posting this…
One of my all time faves of theirs. http://rainmakers.com/width.mov
WIDTH OF A LINE
somehwere under
this moon tonight
my lover is holding
my shadow tight
she
doesn't know my face
or know my name
but she hears my melody
all the same
and we
move slow
dancing in her dreams
we've glanced on corners
we've passed on
stairs
we've nodded on the narrows
to who knows where
crossed our paths
on
crowded streets
we've been so close
someday we'll meet
when times are right
and
stars align
but 'til then we'll dance
let's dance on the width of a
line
where a heart meets heart
mind meets mind
and love's in the air
it could be
everywhere
someday we'll walk
let's walk on the edge of the world
our bodies in
balance
our dreams endure
where love is the width of a line
is there an ounce
of a child
left in her heart
is there one last untamed
untouched part
can I fan
those flames
she's so scared of
love her like she's
never been loved?
is
there a drop of a dream
I can still believe
can she mend my tear
weave my
sleeve
wrap me in
true colors proud
muffle my drum
when it bangs so
loud
hear the drummer, let's dance
Chorus
she's sittin' at
home
with her radio on
to that mystery station
that nobody owns
I'm plugged, I'm
wired
I'm tuned, I'm hopin'
I'm the wolfman of love and
the lines are
open
come on, come on, let's dance
Chorus
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