Kachemak Bay Pickle
I wrote this song after getting caught in the worst storm in 21 years in Kachemak Bay, Alaska. I was in a rickety 21' long boat, sharing the water with icebergs. Fortunately the boat was blown back up the bay, to the ice flats at the bay's head, instead of going out past the Homer spit to the open sea, where we would surely have gone down. The music was partly inspired by an old honky tonk song called "Louisiana Tickle" - somehow it turned naturally into "The Kachemak Bay Pickle."

When there's rocks up ahead, and the wind blows high,
And there you are with your engines dead.
Well it don't do no good to sit and cry,
You just flow while you hear the program read.

You can wonder all you want to what to do,
What kind of magic could pull you through.
Well it don't much matter what you sweat or say,
You know the tide's taking you to the head of the bay.

It's times like these you wonder why
You didn't live a better life.
You might as well get up off your knees
And look up through your own two eyes.
Facts are facts, the book is out,
You can read the last pages for yourself,
The ending's good, I believe it's true,
And all that's left for us to do is...

Look up above the clouds where the sun is shining right out loud;
Our course is straight ahead, and the captain's on board this time.
Come all you noble sailors, you men of the high seas,
All of your fondest dreams will all come to be.

The one who made all the waves,
He's a friend of mine.
So jump on in my friend, the water's fine, I say,
Jump on in my friend, the water's fine.

Glory be to the Most High
Glory be to the only I.
Glory be to the sun.
Glory be to everyone.

Glory be to you and me,
And glory be to everything we see,
And glory be to everything we see,
And glory be....

When there's rocks up ahead, and the wind blows high,
And there you are with your engines dead.
Well it don't do no good to sit and cry
You just flow while you hear the program read.
You can wonder all you want to what to do,
What kind of magic could pull you through.
Well it don't much matter what you sweat or say,
You know the tide's taking you to the head of the bay,
The tide's taking you to the head of the bay,
The tide's taking you to the head of the bay...
Yeah....