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Where I Live Lyrics

Being based in the upper peninsula of Michigan has affected the subjects of a few songs that 'Ski sings. This sampler was put out by Kathyrn and Caitlin so that people who aren't lucky enough to live in the U. P. can get a taste of what it's like. Order it here. These five of Kathryn's original songs are easy to sing and fun to play, so pick a song and sing along!
1 - Where I Live

by Kathryn Morski

(The breakdown of the U. P.)


Where I live autumn is a blaze of color

Where I live summer's not too long

Where I live life just stops for hunting season

    People smile without a reason

      Where I live


Where I live drivers don't know where their horns are

Where I live we've all met the mayor

Where I live tourists fish for trout and coho

    Snowplows throw that silver rainbow

      Where I live


We have way more trees than people

We drive for miles and see no other

We all talk about our neighbors

We know who our neighbors are


Where I live we breathe the air and drink the water

Where I live kids ride the bus to school

Where I live northern lights hang shimmering

    And rivers come alive in spring

      Where I live


If you decide you'd like to live here

We don't want you complaining of the cold

It's not legal 'till you've lived here for twenty-five years

Or until you're sixty-seven years old

(Whichever's longer)


Where I live hokey's why you order cable

Where I live we have ONE coffee house

Where I live sandy beaches stretch for miles

    By sparkling lakes with wooded isles

      Where I live


2 - Harbor Town

by Kathryn Morski

(Written at a concert at the band shell in Menominee, MI.)


I smell the wind I hear the gulls

And the fleet returns and the nets are full

Clouds mass red like the end of the world 

Sun strikes masts where the sails lie furled

Day is dying in a harbor town

Day is dying


I sit at the dock at the end of the town

And I watch as the buoys bob up and down

The boast all dip as the green waves swell

And the gulls cry out to the marker bell

Then the sky goes pale as the sun sinks low

And the clouds pick up on the golden glow

In the harbor town


I smell the wind...


The kids don't come to the beach in the fall

They all drive out to the shopping mall

The tourist spots are locked up tight

And a sleek gull lands on the traffic light

There's a sound of the boatman's distant call

And the slap of the waves on the old break wall

In the harbor town


I smell the wind...


An old man sleeps on the bench at the dock

The sliding sun is his only clock

He wakes with a start as the shadows reach

Then he gets up and looks down the empty beach

His shadow leaps from advancing feet

As he walks toward home down the dusky street

In the harbor town


I smell the wind...


3 - In Escanaba

by Kathryn Morski

(Written in 1995, but still frighteningly accurate.)


In Escanaba there's a new city hall where the county's first bank used to stand

There's a lighthouse museum in the city park and a new Wal-Mart center is planned

Old men at the House of Ludington tell tales of the rum running days

And the council's willing to approve anything as long as somebody else pays.


In Escanaba there's a carriage ride past the big houses lining the bay

And the art center brings music and dreams to the people who live here today

There's a mile of downtown and a shopping mall, fine restaurants and seven drive throughs

And the movies have moved to an eight-plex cave, but the kids still have nothing to do


It's a small town trying to be a city

Doing all the things that cities do 

But the kids move away to the factory towns

Say they'll move back home when they reach sixty-two


In Escanaba there are rabid packers fans with a few staunch lions thrown in

And the people complain that the state capitol thinks we're really part of Wisconsin

All the schools are let out for opening day 'cause the guys go to camp to hunt deer

And the folks who visit from the big cities say, "You're so lucky to be livin' here!"


4 - Downstate Girls

By Kathryn Morski

(Just a friendly warning!)

(To the tune of “Come all you Virginia girls”)


Come on, all you downstate girls, and listen to my noise.

          Don’t you court those cute Yooper boys,

If you do, your fortune it will be:

          Hunting, fishing, NASCAR, and the Pack on TV!

          Hunting, fishing, NASCAR, and the Pack on TV!


When he comes a-courting you, I’ll tell you what he’ll wear:

          A Bret Favre jersey, just about to tear,

Carhart pants, and Sorel boots,

          But the guy inside of all of this still looks cute!

          The guy inside of all of this still looks cute!


When he comes a-courting you, I’ll tell you what he’ll say.

          First he’ll say, “Did you see that game?”

And then he’ll say, as he sits down,

          “Honey, won’t you pass them Nacho chips round?”

          “Honey, won’t you pass them Nacho chips round?”


And he’ll pick you up in the truck he adores:

          An S-10 Chevy with no floor boards,

Rusty red, with a rifle rack

          A pile of cans, a chainsaw, and a dog in the back.

          A pile of cans, a chainsaw, and a dog in the back.


So, come on, all you downstate girls, and listen to my noise.

          Don’t you court those cute Yooper boys,

If you do, your fortune it will be:

          Hunting, fishing, NASCAR, and the Pack on TV!

          Hunting, fishing, NASCAR, and the Pack on TV!


5 - Superior

By Kathryn Morski

(Proves that you can write a great song in the front seat of a chevy van, provided you're not driving.)


I like my job here, in the city, but when I close my eyes 

I see a hawk go arrowing up into Northern skies… 

Alpine meadows, sweet with Spring filled with small stars, blossoming. 

Life's astir in every budding tree. It's calling me!

 

Cold water pine country's calling my name, 

Telling me wasting a life is a shame. 

Luring me back to that freshwater sea, 

Place where my heart wants to be… 

Place where my heart wants to be…


Sixteen weeks in a factory town.  

Smells and sounds and the crowds got me down. 

Honest earth seems so far away today!


Cold water pine country's calling my name, 

Telling me wasting my life is a shame…


Cranes fly home now to the north country 

Ferns spring up, and the wind blows free. 

And the melting streams are calling to me, 

“Come on home! Come on home!”


sick of the concrete and the tired sirens' cries, 

longing for the shorebirds and the wind-rushed skies! 

White pine beckons by a rock-lined bay, calling today..


Cold water pine country's calling my name…