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  • Ian Macdiarmid

    Ian Macdiarmid New Zealand

    Here's a true story, more or less: Songwriter Song (for Greg) I was sitting in a churchyard, under a tree, I was looking at him when he glanced up at me. Then he kept writing in his notebook, like he’d been doing all along. I looked up in the tree, I was looking for birds, Looked up in the tree, searching for the words To fall down on his page and form themselves into his song. Gregory, Gregory, Gregory Brown. A pretty good colour, not a bad name. Gregory, Gregory, Gregory Brown. Don’t know where your songs come from, but they come just the same. No words on the tree, no spare words on the ground. I listened for words – there wasn’t a sound. The mystery remained so I entered the church and I prayed. I prayed by myself, then the crowd grew so strong. They all came to hear Iris (Greg tagged along), I was thinking if I listened, I’d know how the great songs are made. Gregory, Gregory, Gregory Brown. A pretty good colour, not a bad name. Gregory, Gregory, Gregory Brown. Don’t know where your songs come from, but they come just the same. Then Greg started singing (like songwriters do), I was listening for signs, there wasn’t a clue. So I sat back and listened, listened to his magical spell. He told us a tale of driving along, Up in the U.P., humming a song. But where the song came from even he couldn’t tell. Gregory, Gregory, Gregory Brown. A pretty good colour, not a bad name. Gregory, Gregory, Gregory Brown. Don’t know where your songs come from, but they come just the same.

    Here's a true story, more or less:

    Songwriter Song (for Greg)

    I was sitting in a churchyard, under a tree,
    I was looking at him when he glanced up at me.
    Then he kept writing in his notebook, like he’d been doing all along.

    I looked up in the tree, I was looking for birds,
    Looked up in the tree, searching for the words
    To fall down on his page and form themselves into his song.

    Gregory, Gregory, Gregory Brown.
    A pretty good colour, not a bad name.
    Gregory, Gregory, Gregory Brown.
    Don’t know where your songs come from, but they come just the same.

    No words on the tree, no spare words on the ground.
    I listened for words – there wasn’t a sound.
    The mystery remained so I entered the church and I prayed.

    I prayed by myself, then the crowd grew so strong.
    They all came to hear Iris (Greg tagged along),
    I was thinking if I listened, I’d know how the great songs are made.

    Gregory, Gregory, Gregory Brown.
    A pretty good colour, not a bad name.
    Gregory, Gregory, Gregory Brown.
    Don’t know where your songs come from, but they come just the same.

    Then Greg started singing (like songwriters do),
    I was listening for signs, there wasn’t a clue.
    So I sat back and listened, listened to his magical spell.

    He told us a tale of driving along,
    Up in the U.P., humming a song.
    But where the song came from even he couldn’t tell.

    Gregory, Gregory, Gregory Brown.
    A pretty good colour, not a bad name.
    Gregory, Gregory, Gregory Brown.
    Don’t know where your songs come from, but they come just the same.

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    Nissan Nissan

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