Bobby Angel recounts a day in the life …
Of a long-time pilot.
ROBERT.V.SOBCZAK
Blues traveler
David Moody Blues
Words and music by Bobby Angel
The world’s kind of funny. It gets stranger and stranger by the day. I see its less and less like a football. It’s more and more like a stack of hay. You do with it what you want to. There are many straws for you to take, but you can’t be wasting time looking for the needle, ’cause you gotta keep your eye on the lucky break
So I’m going off to where I’m going, I’ll wave farewell around the bend
I got a plan and it’s quite a-plenty. I’ll run it ‘til it meets its end
Ochopee can get sort of lonely you know. I’ve seen ‘em come in and I’ve seen ‘em leave. Somewhere in there I became an old timer. Never thought that I’d see it happen to Steve. But all men’s days are numbered. If it ain’t days, then its months or its years. You gotta do what you gotta to prepare for it but also learn to let go when the day it draws near
So I’m going off to where I’m going, I’ll wave farewell around the bend
I’ll miss you all quite a-plenty. I wish to see you all again
I wonder what they’re doing. If they made it big or are settled down. And if that is what they wanted. Or if it’s only what they found. My mama said to me “David be friendly.” My pa said “son go out and do good.” Me I look at the bright side and am humble, and occasionally I knock on wood
So I’m going off to where I’m going, I’ll wave farewell around the bend
As I go I see a-plenty. All the lessons they never end.
Working out here all day I see mirages, visions of swamp beauties creeping in. Standing knee deep in the water, I feel I’m on a swampy stage in a big city stage. A logger or two might still be out here, or maybe a farmer searching for his lost hog. Me I got to get moving, before my brain gets too water logged
So I’m going of to where I’m going, I’ll wave farewell around the bend
The road to glory is just up yonder, I’ll ride it ‘til it meets its end
One More Melaleuca (for the Road)
Bobby Angel’s tale of how saving a forest …
Meant cutting down lots of trees.
Bobby Angel’s farewell song to a naturalist who has led the effort to eradicate melaleuca and other exotic invasive plants and animals from south Florida natural areas. Stay on afterwards to hear Bobby Angel riff on comparisons to Bob Dylan, what makes Bob Dylan and Michael Jordan great, why he gave up guitar for 20 years, and why melaleuca is such a scourge.
Higher road
Higher Moral Ground
Words and Music by Bobby Angel
If you took you for a fool, that was your first mistake, because when it came to push and pull, he was a man that wouldn’t break. In a forest so deep that when the tree it fell, nobody heard a sound except for he who stood on the higher moral ground
When the truth was hard to see, he shone out through the cloud. And when it was never meant to be, he’d stand up and walk away proud. In a swamp so deep and a rain so thick, there was no dry land to be found, except for he who stood on the higher moral ground
Where battle lines are drawn, these are places that he seeks, because he’s ready to lose a pawn and not afraid to draw the heat. In a storm so deep with winds so strong they’d already left town, except for he who stood on the higher moral ground
Where words replace the sword, he knows just what to say. And when you win the game, you must be ready to fight the next day. In stakes so high for which mighty they clash to be the king of the mound. He was the last man standing on the higher moral ground
All trails go where they go and pass by things on the side. Some roads are rough indeed. But you’re better off for having tried. In a silence so deep they all held their breath, as he pleaded up to the crown, “I put the trails ontop of the higher moral ground.”
I’ve heard it said before, it boils down to fate. And some doors never open, no matter how long you wait. When the jury was hung and the verdict unsure, he preach out to the crowd, with both feet planted firmly on the higher moral ground
The man who plants the seed, can’t stay to see it grown. And only time will tell the fruit his labor has sown. Where a glacier once ran is a canyon so deep, it’s dizzy to look down …
And that’s where he’ll be standing on the higher moral ground
