Man, one of my songwriting idols, resting in peace … I grew up listening to Tom Petty, reminds me of runnin’ with my best friends in the high school days … beautiful, simple songs … I think he owns the F-C-Am-G chord progression forever with Learning To Fly .. there are a lot like that .. The Apartment Song is still one of my favorite songs to play on guitar when I don’t know what to do. Thanks Tom, love from above — Joe Eddie
Joe Eddie covers the Bob Dylan song, “Walkin’ Down The Line” — Original video footage is from “Mum, Heroin and Me (Addiction Documentary)” by Real Stories – https://archive.org/details/youtube-FeD8cXtMk_c
Lots of construction sounds on this one, they were pouring concrete foundations for a new building behind the camera. My artistic director says to leave it in there, “adds grit”.
Where Have All The Catfish Gone?
Where have all the catfish gone?
River flowing
Where have all the catfish gone?
Oh river, roll
Where have all the catfish gone?
Gone to fishers, every one
Oh river, roll and flow
Oh river, roll
Where have all the fishers gone?
River, flowing
Where have all the fishers gone?
Oh river, roll
Where have all the fishers gone?
Gone a sailin’, every one
Oh river, roll and flow
Oh river, roll
Where have all the sailors gone?
River, flowing
Where have all the sailors gone?
Oh river, roll
Where have all the sailors gone?
Gone a sailin’ out to sea
Oh river, roll and flow
Oh, river, roll
Travel all the seven seas
River, flowing
Survey the lands, birds and bees
Oh river, roll
Travel all the seven sides
A sailor weds his mermaid bride
Oh river roll and flow
Oh river roll
Where have all the mermaids gone?
River, flowing
Where have all the mermaids gone?
Oh river roll
Where have all the mermaids gone?
Gone to catfish, every one
Oh river roll and flow
Oh river roll
As the days grow long and hotter, and the summer sun grows old
And the mourning doves are calling through the shadows that are stretching on the riverbank
The muddy banks, o’er which the water once flowed, but now has run below
Leaving only driftwood behind like memories to dry
As the wind blows dry and higher, and the fires rage uncontrolled
And the sky is filled with dark clouds, and the feeling of trouble ’round every corner just waiting for you
Trouble, oh trouble, won’t leave well enough alone, like the coming of the cold
And the promise of death, dormancy and winter
As the wind blows dry and higher, and the fires rage uncontrolled
As seasons change, as rivers freeze and summer ends
As what remains, as winter dies and spring begins
After changes upon changes we are closer to the same
And changes upon changes, and more changes again
As a man forgets his blessings, takes for granted, throws a curse
As his lashing out his anger, his thoughtlessness and selfishness, in the others that he hurts
Those he hurts, though he would not have hurt them if he had not been hurt first
Though he loves them, he forgets and throws his curse
And what was bad, had only just been gotten that much worse
As the years are passing by, ever picking up speed
We are older than we once were, and younger than we’ll be, it is explained
No it isn’t strange, after changes upon changes we are more or less the same
After changes we are still just the same
After changes we are closer to the same
As seasons change, as rivers freeze and summer ends
As what remains, as winter dies and spring begins
After changes upon changes we are closer to the same
And changes upon changes, and more changes again
And you will know the truth and the truth will set you free
And the lady foot dangle, and the spitting in the mud, and you will see again
To sea again, as a sailor sets his ship upon the wind
You will know the truth and see again
And with the raising of the dead have you not seen again?
In the early mists of morning, as the fisher plies his trade
And the thoughts fade slowly ‘cross his brow and he calls out for another net to catch him
And his actions, his muscles and his hands, they are my hands
He knows he cannot be elsewhere, but where he firmly stands
And all that’s ending, and all that’s beginning for him once again
As seasons change, as rivers freeze and summer ends
As what remains, as winter dies and spring begins
After changes upon changes we are closer to the same
And changes upon changes, and more changes again
Happier And Richer (Catchin’ Fish)
Once upon a time, had no reason, had no rhyme
All I knew was to beg, steal and borrow
And if I ever had one last wish, I would ask for just one more fish
But then I’d just wake up hungry again tomorrow
Learning to fish, with a hook and line
Learning to catch the fishes that are mine
With a reel and rod, the catfish and the cod
I’ve grown happier and richer all my life
With empty guts inside, I’d already swallowed my pride
Only thing left for me to chew on was my sorrow
And if I ever had one more wish, I would ask for one last fish
But then I’d just wake up hungry again tomorrow
Learning to fish, learning to eat
Separating bones and fat from the meat
With a reel and rod, and gifts given by god
I’ve grown happier and richer all my days
When I was a child, I thought and understood as a child
Now I am a man, I put a fishing rod in my hand
I was crying all night long, ’til you sang to me your song
Taught me how to fish, set me on my way
When you came along, you righted all my wrongs
Now I’ve grown happier and richer all my days
Learning to laugh, learning to live
Learning to love, learning to give
With a reel and rod, and but for the grace of god
I’ve grown happier and richer all my life
Now I won’t mention his name, but they say he stole a flame
Of eternal fire, and bestowed it to mankind
So they tied him to a rock, set an eagle on his liver
And he suffered that way until the end of time
Learning the sea, learning the sky
Learning to feel, learning to fly
With a reel and rod, and a tricking of the gods
I’ve grown happier and richer all my days
When I was newborn, I couldn’t have no concern
Now that I’ve grown old, I carry my fishin’ pole
Tell you what you do, take this line and loop it through
And you bait the hook with color all in a tangle
Dress it with a spoon to make them old men catfish swoon
As the water floats that lady foot dangle
Learning to fish, learning to fight
Learning by day, learning by night
With a reel and rod, and a challenge to the gods
I’m grown happier and richer all my days
Well I’m catchin’ fish all day long, just as easy as a song
And I’m grown happier and richer all my days
Well I’m catchin’ fish all day long, Lord nobody can do me wrong
And I’m grown happier and richer all my days
I am a river, so deep and wide
And all across me, is the other side
The sun shines on me, the darkness hides
I am a river, so deep and wide
I am a river, so deep and wide
A floating surface, o’er what’s inside
Blue sky above me, black earth below
I am a river, oh river roll
I am a river, running wild and free
Flowing with power, and mystery
I made the riverbanks, that carry me
I am a river, wild and free
I carved the valleys, I made the land
You cannot dam me, lest ye be damned
I am a river, I own this town
Don’t underestimate me, I’ll take you down
I’ve wandered through darkness, when no light has shown
Plunged the depths of suffering, I’ve felt the walls alone
I’ve fallen and stumbled, Lord knows I’ve cried
Through peaks and valleys, I’ve nearly run dry
And I carry countless sinners and thieves
And I carry the righteous as much as these
And I’ll feed the hungry, and I’ll give drink to the thirsty
I’ll harbour the harbourless, I will bury the dead
I am a river, life flows through me
It’s hard to trace, from whence I come
Somewhere up yonder, I come a-rolling
Just like the morning and the rising sun
Bolt of sunshine on the mountain
Eagle screaming on the fly
Moon hangs brightly, reflecting fountain
I am a river in late July
I am a river, my waters flow
I am a spirit, for you to hold
I am a fountain, t’was not made by hand
The jewel in the lotus, the word in the man
I go on living, while I am dying
I am immortal, I am everlasting
My hook is reeling, I am recasting
I am nirvana, I am samsara
I am a river, I keep rollin’ on
I’m like that 9 train, that’s come and gone
That number 9 train, she’s fit to roam
And like that 9 train, I’ll carry you home
I am a river, I am a poem
I am the highway, I am the home
Through all the struggle, through all the strife
I am a river, a source of life
I am a river, I am a stone
I am the lifeblood, I am the bone
I am the darkness, I am the light
I am the daytime, I am the night
I am the ocean, I am the lake
I am the rainbow, I am the snake
I am a rich man, I am a rake
I am the real thing, I am not a fake
I am a father, I am a son
I am a mother, and we are one
I am a woman, I am a man
I am a woman, I am a man
I am a mountain, I am the sea
I am a river, the river is me
Roaring thunder, ringing bell
Stairway to Heaven, highway to Hell
A man’s a stranger, you know him well
A roaring thunder, a ringing bell
I am a river, so deep and wide
And you must cross me, to reach the other side
The sun shines on me, the darkness hides
I am a river, so deep and wide
I am a river, wild and free
Ain’t no man can ever change me
The sky above me, the earth below
I am a river, oh river roll
I am a river, oh river roll
There was an old bowl come from the North
I’ll recite the recipe for you
It’s a wholesome pot and a tasty pot
A pot called Catfish Stew
It’s a wholesome pot and a tasty pot
A pot called Catfish Stew
The stew starts with a catfish caught
Before Midsummer’s Day is new
A late Springtime pot, and a joyful pot
A pot called Catfish Stew
A late Springtime pot, and a joyful pot
A pot called Catfish Stew
This catfish caught, spring him from the net
And from his lip unhook the lead
Then smack him cross behind the skull
To be sure that he is dead
Then smack him cross behind the skull
To be sure that he is dead
Now lay ‘im flat and stretch ‘im out,
And be sure your prayers are said;
Then with a sharp knife, Lord, be swift,
And then cut off his head
Then with a sharp knife, Lord, be swift,
And then cut off his head
Then grab his tail and raise him high
See where the tail fins spread
Then nail him long upon the board
To be sure that he is bled
Then nail him long upon the board
To be sure that he is bled
Now here’s the part, I’m afraid my friend,
You’ll have to dig your fingers in:
Make just a small cut with your knife
And then peel back his skin
Make just a small cut with your knife
And then peel back his skin
And with your knife take care to slice
The catfish meat from bone
The black is cram but the white is nice
And the yellow fat can be thrown
The black is cram but the white is nice
And the yellow fat can be thrown
Now chop the meat an inch apart
And you’ll have a mound of cubes
For a wholesome pot and an honest pot
A bowl of Catfish Stew
For a wholesome pot and an honest pot
A bowl of Catfish Stew
In an old brown pot you throw the fish
Add mint, basil, berries of red and blue
Young dandelions, fresh rose hips and princess pine
And a dash of ground rock pepper, too
Young dandelions, fresh rose hips and princess pine
And a dash of ground rock pepper, too
Now for the broth you can add some water
But your broth is too thin and clear
So for every cup of water you pour
Pour another pint of beer
So for every cup of water you pour
Pour another pint of beer
And ladies and gentlemen, we’ve only begun
Our bowl is still very plain
Our catfish stew wouldn’t be Catfish Stew at all
Without the flavorful things that remain
Our catfish stew wouldn’t be Catfish Stew at all
Without the flavorful things that remain
But first, if I may refrain,
Do worms feel pain?
Does a worm have a brain?
Is peircing the worm with the hook humane? (ask the worm.)
If you ask the worm, would he tell you the same? (ask the worm.)
Now to the broth add poison oak
And a pinch of jellied toad snout
And as the broth begins to boil
The smell comes wafting out
And as the broth begins to boil
The smell comes wafting out
Add gathered dust from spiders’ webs
Add the ground up molted horn
Simmer these with the naked cobs
That are stripped of all their corn
Simmer these with the naked cobs
That are stripped of all their corn
Add rotten cheese and a sparrow’s nest
And skull marrow of a swine
And as the broth begins to boil
Break apart the catfish spine
And as the broth begins to boil
Break apart the catfish spine
Now take the worm from a house cat’s mouth
You’ll thank me when you’re through
You’ll thank me when you’ve had a bowl
From the pot of Catfish Stew
You’ll thank me when you’ve had a bowl
From the pot of Catfish Stew
Add a billy-goat’s hoof and the hide of a wolf
Stomach of a cow, placenta of a deer
After you add these last to the broth
Pour another round of beer
After you add these last to the broth
Pour another round of beer
And the businessman with his fortunes piled high
The politician, and his air
Toss these in to the Catfish Stew
With a lock of the Poet’s hair
Toss these in to the Catfish Stew
With a lock of the Poet’s hair
Add a lump of cancer, toe- and fingernail clippings
Slugs and bugs, and a handful of dirt
Lung and tongue from a foreign-raised chicken
And an angel with no shirt
Lung and tongue from a foreign-raised chicken
And an angel with no shirt
Add to these the willow leaves
That were cast to all four winds in a gale
And any twin brothers that have talked to the sun
and lived to tell the tale
And any twin brothers that have talked to the sun
and lived to tell the tale
Now stir the pot with a lightning bolt
As she bubbles, yes it’s true
A wholesome pot and a righteous pot
A pot called Catfish Stew
A wholesome pot and a righteous pot
A pot called Catfish Stew
For the catfish swims with majesty
Excellence, strength and glory, his virtue
And all are glad and proud to have supp’ed
Upon the Catfish Stew
And all are glad and proud to have supp’ed
Upon the Catfish Stew
So this concludes our recipe
It’s time we bid adieu
For to go and fetch another bowl
From the pot of Catfish Stew
For to go and fetch another bowl
From the pot of Catfish Stew
