MEMORIES DON'T BY EMILY SHACKELTON OF NASHVILLE

I heard a song today that I like ~ it is called Memories Don't.
From the lyrics ~
People change, memories don't
Feelings fade, memories don't
People die, memories don't

You can see the duration time as the show moves along and you can slide the gray bar beside the arrow to the 25:22 mark to just hear the song. At 25:22 minutes in is Emily Shackelton singing her song: Memories Don't. For a time the duration didn't appear to show up here with the embed code they provide, but again now it does. When this happens just follows the directions in gray below ~


If you click this link Listen to the complete show (mp3) it will take you away from my blog to where you can slide that gray bar to exactly where you want to hear Memories Don't by Emily Shackelton.

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Prairie Home Companion podcast of the entire February 5, 2011 show.

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The first segment only of the show - the song, Memories Don't, is near the end.

The first segment (as listed at the website: prairie home/2011/02/05/)
Segment 1

• 00:00:00 Logo
• 00:00:11 Tishomingo Blues
• 00:02:51 GK opens, talks about NASA, astronomy
• 00:06:45 Keep a-Knockin' - Pat, Sam, Jearlyn, GK, Shoe Band
• 00:08:38 Coffee script
• 00:12:12 GK talks to Jearlyn Steele
• 00:12:42 Take Me For a Buggy Ride - Jearlyn Steele and band
• 00:15:40 GK intros Sam Bush
• 00:17:16 Same Ol' River - Sam Bush and band
• 00:22:13 GK intros Emily Shackelton
• 00:25:30 Memories Don't - Emily Shackelton and band
• 00:29:57 Love Like Mine - Emily Shackelton and band
• 00:33:50 Powdermilk Biscuit Break

UPDATE February 11, 2011

I just transcribed the lyrics from the podcast and post them for you here

Memories Don’t

By Emily Shackelton

People change, memories don’t

Feelings fade, memories don't
People die, memories don't

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Verse 1

Sunday morning, back in my hometown,

just passing through, I went driving around, all alone.

This used to feel like home.

I used to know every face that walked down these streets,

And all of them faces, they used to know me,

Now, they don’t, life goes on.

Chorus

But you’re moving down the road,

Take it, as it goes, I guess.

Oo, it’s out of my control,

but I know that heaven knows what’s best.

This world can keep on changing,

’Cause I know what they want,

People change, memories don’t

Interlude

Verse 2

Barefeet in the sand, little umbrella drinks,

The world around us, seem to come to a screeching halt,

Mmmm, we were lost.

The buzz of the rum, the sun on our skin

I’ve relived that day, again and again

for years.

It’s all right here.

Chorus

But you’re moving down the road,

Take it, as it goes, I guess.

Oo, it’s out of my control,

but I know that heaven knows what’s best.

This world can keep on changing

’Cause I know what they want,

Feelings fade, memories don’t.

Interlude

Verse 3

There’s the little white house,

My grandparents built,

There’s that little porch swing,

I wonder who lives there now.

Chorus

But you’re moving down the road,

Take it as it goes, I guess.

Oo it’s out of my control,

but I know that heaven knows what’s best.

This world can keep on changing,

’Cause I know what they want,

People die, memories don’t.

Oh no, memories don’t.

UPDATE February 19, 2011

I have scribbled out this song on staff paper, but I haven't gotten the rhythm notated, but once you get Emily's feel for the rhythm down in this song, you can improvise the rhythm. She doesn't really play the melody that she sings as accompaniment.

Her key: G major (all chords are Major that are capitalized). She changes the chord from G for one beat then goes back to G again a lot of the time.

Memories Don't

written by Emily Schackelton

This is what I have come up with for the chords ~

Verse

G, C, G, C, a minor

G for a long time, C, G, C, a minor, G

(Verse 3 cuts to the chorus after the first chord progression of G, C, G, C, a minor)

Chorus

C, G for a long, long time - until the word "best", D

At "This world can keep on changing..." the chords are

G C D G, D G C C7 a minor, C, G

Chorus the third time

C, G for a long, long time - until the word "best", D

At "This world can keep on changing..." the chords are

G C D G, D G C C7 a minor, C

C7, G C D G

NOTE:

Chorus - ending chords are for the third time through the chorus cuts G chord and goes straight to the last words

"Oh, no-o, memories don't"

I use these chords at this time:

C7, G C D G

UPDATE #2 February 19, 2011

Memories Don’t ~ By Emily Shackelton

Note: The chords were at the right words until I pasted them here, then the chords all bunched up.

What I use for intro: G G C7 G G

Verse 1

G C

Sunday morning, back in my hometown,

G C a

just passing through, I went driving around, all a-lone.

G

This used to feel like home.

C

I used to know every face that walked down these streets,

G C

And all of them faces, they used to know me,

a G

Now, they don’t, life goes on.

Chorus

C G

But you’re moving down the road,

Take it, as it goes, I guess.

Oo, it’s out of my control,

D

but I know that heaven knows what’s best.

G C D G

This world can keep on changing,

D G C

’Cause I know what they want,

C7 a C G

People change, memories don’t

Interlude

Verse 2

G C

Barefeet in the sand, little umbrella drinks,

G C a

The world around us, seem to come to a screeching halt,

G

Mmmm, we were lost.

C

The buzz of the rum, the sun on our skin

G C

I’ve relived that day, again and again

a G

for years. It’s all right here.

Verse 3

G C

There’s the little white house, my grandparents built,

G C a

There’s that little porch swing, I wonder who lives there now.

Chorus after Verse 3

C G

But you’re moving down the road,

Take it, as it goes, I guess.

Oo, it’s out of my control,

D

but I know that heaven knows what’s best.

G C D G

This world can keep on changing,

D G C

’Cause I know what they want,

C7 a C

People change, memories don’t.

C7 G C D G

Oh, no-o, memories don’t

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Memories Don't ~ cover

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This is not polished at all. It is a work still in progress. PLEASE, remember what I just wrote...because I plan to rework this. All instrument parts were improvised....and were created on a Roland keyboard and transferred into Garage Band. I heard this song on Prairie Home Companion on February 5, 2011's show by the composer, Emily Shackelton. Apparently Emily hasn't recorded this song yet. I wrote to her on her Myspace page suggesting that she record it.

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March 6, 2011 9:41 p.m.
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LIFE THEN DEATH

When someone dies, we don't always pause. Death has its messages that are not always noticed. We are mortal. And yet, it doesn't always feel like we are. But death has a way, when it comes to someone in our experience, of giving us a chance to stop and take inventory of what is important in life. Today, when I was "thought complaining" a little about having to shovel my long drive way for the second time ~ and it's the heavy wet snow ~ the thought quickly came about priorities and how the people of Darfur don't even have a home, a bed, a pillow, a shower. And they are traumatized. Then the shoveling of snow got put in perspective.

The life expectancy in Sudan is 56. Unless you live in Darfur. Then it is until the Sudanese-supported genocide happens to you.
geography


Dan Fogelberg died this morning at 6:00 a.m.

An only child ~ alone and wild
A cabinet makers son
His hands were meant for different work
And his heart was known to none ~
He left his home and went his lone
and solitary way
And he gave to me
a gift I know I never can repay

A quiet man of music denied a simpler fate
He tried to be a soldier once but his music wouldn't wait
He earned his love through discipline
A thundering, velvet hand
His gentle means of sculpting souls
took me years to understand.
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The leader of the band is tired
and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument
And his song is in my soul ~
My life has been a poor attempt
to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy
to the leader of the band.

My brothers lives were different
For they heard another call
One went to Chicago
And the other to St. Paul
And I'm in Colorado
When I'm not in some hotel
Living out this life I chose
And come to know so well.

I thank you for the music
And your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom
When it came my time to go ~
I thank you for the kindness
And the times when you got tough
And, pap, I don't think I
said I love you near enough ~

The leader of the band is tired
and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument
And his song is in my soul ~
My life has been a poor attempt
to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy
to the leader of the band
I am the living legacy
to the leader of the band.

Lyrics of Leader of the Band

Singer-songwriter Dan Fogelberg died three years after being diagnosed with advanced prostate cancer. He was 56. His website: danfogelberg
And here is the page on his website, that gives the news of his passing this morning.danfogelberg

Biography
from his website

By Paul Zollo
From "Portrait - The Music of Dan Fogelberg from 1972-1997" (4 CD box set)

It's one of his earliest memories: He's four years old, standing up on a box in front of his father's big band, baton in hand, conducting. Though his dad stood behind him, doing the real work, for Dan it was a foreshadowing of what his life would be -- following in his father's footsteps to become the leader of the band. "It was an amazing feeling," he declared decades later during a series of discussions for these notes. "To be immersed in music. It felt both very magical and powerful. And I was fearless."

.... In church, he loved the music but grew restless during the sermons. To keep him occupied, his folks provided pen and paper, thus fueling his love for drawing and painting that has extended throughout his life. For more: biography

I remember those times in church. The music was the best part of church for me, too.