My little love song to Seattle, written a couple of years after I moved here when I was still quite infatuated. The idea was to paint a verbal portrait of morning, afternoon and evening in my adopted home town. It’s a bit on the sentimental side, but I think the images hold up well enough. I did some fine tuning of the lyrics a few years ago. I’ve been told that it’s against the rules to title a song with a word that doesn’t appear anywhere in the song. Oh well.

The vibes were a spur-of-the-moment idea in the recording studio to complement the acoustic guitar–I knew the song needed something, but I wasn’t sure what. I think the vibes worked out well. There’s not much substance in the instrumentation–it’s pretty sparse, but the hi-hat reverb fills up the space a bit. The strings in the middle might be a bit on the sweet side, but I like
things sweet once in a while.

Houses on the hillside in the soft grey light of dawn
The smell  of roasting coffee–silver frosting on the lawn
Morning sun is shining as  the morning chill retreats
Here beside the mountains where the land and  water meet

Greenery surrounds you–treetops swayin’ in the breeze
Mountain  view horizons in all directions if you please
Perfumed flowers  everywhere, it all seems so complete
Here beside the mountains where the  land and water meet

Seagull songs and cloudy skies
Looking into strangers’ eyes

Like Crackerjacks–there’s always a surprise

Underneath the streetlight two lovers say goodbye
While up above the skyscrapers the big jets kiss the sky
The ferry whistle moans beneath  the traffic on the street
Here beside the mountains where the land and
water meet

Here beside the mountains where the land and water meet