Ride (Tribute to Levon Helm)
Music & Lyrics:
Michelle Mangione
Production & Engineering:
Richard Bredice
Production, Guitars, Bass, Drums, Dobro & All Vocals: Brian S. Cram
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I saw the pictures, I flipped through the pages, seems like a lifetime ago. The seeds that you planted have grown through the ages, still growing stronger than most.
You were in it for something you could not explain. They offered you pieces of gold. But all of the money, misfortune and fame -- they don't mean much when you're old.
So Levon, are you listening? They're playing your song, 40 years after the tide. And somewhere in Heaven, there's a Hell of a corn field, so get on your tractor and ride!!
In this world, either you're living or dying, and sometimes you have to decide. But living ain't easy, but it's always worth trying to take the heartache in stride!
So Levon, are you listening? They're playing your song, 40 years after the tide. And somewhere in Heaven, there's a Hell of a corn field, so get on your tractor and ride!!
Sometimes I can still hear you coming through loud and clear over an old radio. And it may be an old song, and it may be a sad one, but it always releases my soul!
So Levon, are you listening? They're playing your song, 40 years after the tide. And somewhere in Heaven, there's a Hell of a corn field, so get on your tractor and ride!!
Levon, are you listening? They're playing your song, 40 years after the tide. And somewhere in Heaven, there's a Hell of a corn field, so get on your tractor and ride!!
Brian Cram - Musician
Brian has been playing music since he was 10 years old, professionally
since he was about 25. He is currently a vocalist and bass player for
The Cram Bros. Band,
Mark Paul & the Storm Chasers, Selly & the Strays,
the Kentucky Playboys, Come Hill or High Water, & others, as well
as singing and playing guitar, bass, dobro, etc., with many of his friends.
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Brian Cram - Pick Programmer
Brian has been a Pick programmer since 1987. He has worked for a large and varied user base
from Southern California to New York to points in between. He is currently employed by
Rocket Software working in the Rocket D3
Support Department as a Tech Support Engineer.
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I passed away sometime early on a Tuesday morning in mid-March of 2005.
Here I am in Mom and Dad's room at the Treasure Island
in fabulous Las Vegas (one of my favorite towns).
Every time Mom hits a jackpot, Dad brings all the coins
up to the room and takes my picture with them (as if I
cared about money, they should bring me something from
the buffet).
Well, okay! Much more better! Here I am in Mom and Dad's
room again, this time with a selection of fruit from the
buffet. Maybe Dad was listening...
Same room, different day. Dad did okay at the Blackjack
table (which is to say that he came back with
any money at all). We sent this
picture to the casino marketing department of
the Treasure Island Hotel and asked if I could get
"rated" so I could get Mom and Dad's room comp'd. They
never wrote back. Maybe they didn't think I'd know that
a crap table was really for something else.
Hey, Santa brought me this bitchen skate board for Christmas,
and I wanted to try it out on the patio. I guess I need
smaller wheels, 'cause my back leg just doesn't seem to
make it all the way down to the ground and I couldn't find
anyone to push me. Oh, well, I don't have a helmet anyway.
That being said, Mom will now probably torture Dad at WalMart in
search of a small helmet. I don't like the cowboy hat either,
but that's another story.
Yeah, okay. Here's a picture of Dad holding me up in
the air wearing that stupid-ass hat I just mentioned.
That was in fact a pretty good day for me. We were on
a road trip that would find us in Oregon, Washington,
Canada, Montana, Wyoming, Idaho, Utah, all my favorite places
(right up there with Vegas). But the hat!
Pretty lame.
This is a picture of me at my Sainted Grandma's house
sitting in her favorite chair. I'm watching that huge
TV while Grandma's off getting me some lettuce. She's
rattling the bag and telling me that some dude named
Angus used to squeak louder than I do at the sight of
lettuce. Who's Angus and why do I care? Just give me
the lettuce!
Okay, Mom's on dope. She insisted that I would look good
with a bunch of little bananas as a hat. Dad complained,
then complied and this is what we got. Woolf now calls me
"Cody Miranda". This is the last picture that was
ever taken of me, so please enjoy it and think of me.
Here I am at Four Corners. This is Dad's favorite picture of me. He likes
the way the light of the setting sun highlights my nose, as well as the detail
of my front feet and how I seem to be smiling (Dad sees that kind of stuff because
he loves me very much and thinks I'm the best guinea pig ever). Dad says
I was a good guinea pig my whole life, and I tried to be, although I
think Dad might be in denial about some stuff. Anyhow, I passed on having
been to a lot of places and having seen a lot of things and knowing
I was well loved.