Bruce Hilliard Interviews Bruce Hilliard with Bruce Hilliard

Better Each Day Podcast Radio Show with Bruce Hilliard

Episode 175 and I finally got around to it. An interview with myself. I showed up in time twice and the chat went well. Some of the questions were curve balls and maybe too personal. That's the risk you take.

We talked about what's going on as a musician and podcast host and the ongoing need for a "real job" to pay the bills. Then it was three original songs: Hold On, I'm Going Home, Pawn Shop Boulevard and finally Bob Dylan's Like a Rolling Stone. Here are the lyrics so you folks at home can sing along.

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It’s about sharing an unforgettable moment and remembering the magic forever.

Hold On

Hold on, hold on to the night

Darkness in a room of candle light

Hold on, hold on to the night

Oh, casts a shadow cross the shimmering fire in her eyes

He was a pauper, sired by a pauper’s son

Mother was a gypsy fortune teller on the run

But he had a dream, he could feel it in his dreams

Combing his hair he thought he could be the next James Dean

And on the other side of he stands alone

Listen to the ringing on a distant telephone

Hold on, hold on to the night

Darkness in a room of candle light

Hold on, hold on to the night

Ah, casts a shadow cross the shimmering fire in her eyes

She was a princess, and a daughter of New Orleans

Never knew her papa, mamma was an African queen

She was dusky, oh...and they called her Desiree

Driving down the highway looking for a place to stay

And on the other side of she stands alone

Listen to the ringing on a distant telephone

Hold on, hold on to the night

Darkness in a room of candle light

Hold on, hold on to the night

Ah, casts a shadow cross the shimmering fire in her eyes

Hold on, hold on to the night

Darkness in a room of candle light

Hold on, hold on to the night

Ah, casts a shadow cross the shimmering fire in her eyes

I’m Going Home

Out on the highway running away

Well, off on a rock’n’roll holiday

Now, the window’s down I got a song in my head

And I’m running with the wind for a better day

Yeah, running with the wind for a better way

And now I'm looking for my freedom

On a two buck radio

And I'm driving on down this ocean road

And I'm going home, yeah I'm going home

Out on the highway driving all day (into the cool of the night)

Now I’ve got a feeling like falling in love (you in the dashboard light)

Under the stars a billion miles away

Now we’re running with the wind got no piper to pay

Yeah, we’re running with the wind to a better day

So if you ask me where I’m going

And you’re thinking ‘bout hitching a ride

Climb aboard my friend, you’ll never be alone

And I’m going home, yeah I’m going home

I’m going home

And do you feel like a million dollars

Do you feel like taking a chance

It’s not on a map, only a poet would know

That I’m going home, yeah I’m going home

Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la, I’m going home

Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la, I’m going home

Ooo...I’m going home

Pawn Shop Boulevard is a song Bruce wrote and recorded in February 2020. It's about a broken man that's lost his wife and is desperate for a friend. He pawns his departed wife's wedding ring and spends his last penny on a lady of the night if only to "whisper in his ear, it's gonna be alright."

Pawn Shop Boulevard

Looking through the bars on Pawn Shop Boulevard

Used guns, and jewelry and old guitars

I don’t need no bling, just the memories

Of that wedding ring I wore on my hand

And now I know what I really want

And now I know what I really need

After all these years I kinda like to know

Where do I go, where do I go?

Where do you go, when you need somebody

Where do you go, when you need someone to hold

When you’re looking for a lover and the doors are barred

Down on Pawn Shop Boulevard

I know now what I really want

I know now what I really need

After all these years I kinda like to know

Where do I go, where do I go?

Where do you go, when you need somebody

Where do you go, when you need someone to hold

I sold my baby’s ring for a lady of the night

She whispered in my ear it’s gonna be alright

Somewhere there’s a soul with a broken heart

Down on Pawn Shop Boulevard

Like a Rolling Stone ~ Bob Dylan

Once upon a time you dressed so fine

Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?

People call say 'beware doll, you're bound to fall'

You thought they were all kidding you

You used to laugh about

Everybody that was hanging out

Now you don't talk so loud

Now you don't seem so proud

About having to be scrounging your next meal

How does it feel, how does it feel?

To be without a home

Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

Ahh you've gone to the finest schools, alright Miss Lonely

But you know you only used to get juiced in it

Nobody's ever taught you how to live out on the street

And now you're gonna have to get used to it

You say you never compromise

With the mystery tramp, but now you realize

He's not selling any alibis

As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes

And say do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel, how does it feel?

To be on your own, with no direction home

A complete unknown, like a rolling stone

Ah you never turned around to see the frowns

On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you

You never understood that it ain't no good

You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you

You used to ride on a chrome horse with your diplomat

Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat

Ain't it hard when you discovered that

He really wasn't where it's at

After he took from you everything he could steal

How does it feel, how does it feel?

To have on your own, with no direction home

Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

Ahh princess on a steeple and all the pretty people

They're all drinking, thinking that they've got it made

Exchanging all precious gifts

But you better take your diamond ring, you better pawn it babe

You used to be so amused

At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used

Go to him he calls you, you can't refuse

When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose

You're invisible now, you've got no secrets to conceal

How does it feel, ah how does it feel?

To be on your own, with no direction home

Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone