Welcome to my Songs
 

I perform songs from lots of different writers and genres. There seem to be more good songs out there than one can ever learn. So why would anyone create more songs? I don’t know––but here are some I wrote.
 
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 Unless otherwise noted, all songs were recorded at Village Sound Studio, engineered by Jeff Woollen and produced by Steve Amsden.

Comes A Flood

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Steve Amsden   vocal, acoustic guitar, banjo
Kevin Almeida   bass
Jesse Whitford   drums
Wally Bell   cittern
Kate MacLeod   fiddle
Genevieve Amsden   harmony vocal
 
   
This is a nod to my Gospel roots.
I love the symbolism that water plays in the Bible—there’s so much richness and, dare I say, depth.

 

 

 

Comes A Flood

Comes A Flood Clouds rolled in, the sky grew dark Noah built an ark
Rained for forty nights and days
Washed everything away
Comes a flood

Comes a flood, Comes a flood
Ashes to ashes, dust to mud
Water turns to wine, wine becomes blood
Comes a flood

Moses raised up his hands
The sea became dry land
Then he raised his hands again
And Ol’ Pharaoh met his end
Comes a flood

Comes a flood, Comes a flood
Ashes to ashes, dust to mud
Water turns to wine, wine becomes blood
Comes a flood

Well it happened on that hill
They talk about it still
From the wound where he died
Water flowed from his side
Comes a flood

Comes a flood, Comes a flood
Ashes to ashes, dust to mud
Water turns to wine, wine becomes blood
Comes a flood
 

Johnny's '39

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Steve Amsden   vocal, acoustic guitar
Randy Bruce   accordion
 

Sometimes I write like an old woman.

 

 

 

Johnny's '39

Johnny’s ’39 This one here is Johnny, with his Chevy ’39
He washed it every Sunday, Lord he loved to make it shine
We’d go driving in the country on a sunny afternoon
Sometimes I think he still drives it, these days I get so confused

They don’t make ‘em like they used to, that was a beautiful car
Things were better, we were younger, before the war

Johnny joined the service, he just couldn’t sit by
He looked so good in his Navy blues, I was so proud of my guy
We got married in a hurry, drove out west for our honeymoon
Then he sailed into the sunset, that was back in ’42

They don’t make ‘em like they used to, that was a beautiful man
Things were better, I was younger, some things I’ll never understand

My son, John, comes to see me, When he does it makes me sad
He just sits and talks about nothin’, he looks just like his dad
It always takes me back to Johnny and that old ’39
Sometimes I think he still drives it, sometimes I think he’s still alive

They don’t make ‘em like they used to, it was a beautiful ride
Things were better, I was younger and I had Johnny by my side

This one here is Johnny, with his Chevy ‘39

 

The Walls Come Down

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Steve Amsden   lead vocal, acoustic guitar
Kevin Almeida   bass
Gib Dammann   drums
Randy Bruce   keyboards
Roger Taylor   claves

Children’s choir :  Cianna Crawford, Lia Crawford, Valencia Crawford, Ellie Hughes, Isaac Hughes, Jack Nelson, Tessa Paw
Chorus: Marita Erickson, Genevieve Amsden,
Jean Richstad, Lauri Hennessey, Randy Bruce,
Roger Taylor, Dan Brown, Mark Wells
Choir arrangement: Randy Bruce

 
 
After the devastating earthquake in Haiti, people everywhere were truly moved to do something. Here on Vashon, some folks quickly put together a benefit for some orphanages that had “island connections.” After the initial planning meeting, I was inspired to pen this little ditty to use for the benefit. As always, I had lots of help and encouragement from my friends and neighbors on this.

 

 

 

The Walls Come Down

The world moves, under ground
The land drifts, the planet shifts
And the walls come down

In the city streets, in slums and towns
Buildings crumble, towers tumble
And the walls come down

Dust and rubble, concrete mounds
Mortar and clay and stone give way
And the walls come down

And the walls come down, And the walls come down
In the beat of a heart the world falls apart
And the walls come down

(BRIDGE)
For a fraction of a deathly quiet moment
They hold their breath and struggle to comprehend
The death and destruction, the horror and sorrow
How and why to survive till tomorrow

Then a voice calls out, under ground
Strangers and friends begin to dig in
And walls come down

A child cries out, an orphan now
A childless mother, they hold each other
And walls come down

The people start singing, how sweet the sound
Voices raised in Amazing Grace
As the walls come down

The world is moved, compassion profound
People open their hearts, open their arms
And the walls come down

(CHORUS)
Let the walls come down, Let the walls come down
Open your hearts, open your arms and let the walls come down

 


 

Queen Of Ice
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Harvest Fair
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I'm Going Home
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Calico Creek
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Closing Time
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Cutthroat
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In Your Arms
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My Amazing Grace
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That Was Then
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