1972 Woman Cry
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Woman Cry, written by Mark Fielding Darden in 1978
Copyright #PAu 390-303; March 8, 1982
I love women.
I am continually surprised at what I can learn from a woman. She might be wrong 5 out of 10 times, but those 3 times she's right are just amazing. And her mistakes are usually math-related. Go figure! LOL
This song celebrates the girl to woman journey they all go through. It's lovely to watch. Aren't they beautiful?
Special thanks to Evangeline Thompson for this picture. Taken in Panama just a few 'short' years ago...
The ocean calls them. The waves caress them. The moon causes the tides and their cycles. Women control the world but few know it. One look can crush or mush a man.
I still remember the first girl who ever really kissed me. How amazing it is.
I was only sixteen or so when I wrote this.
A very early song that was originally a poem I wrote in the 11th grade. That would have been about 1969. I wanted to paint a picture of the white fingers of the waves on the beach seeking to pull a lonely girl into the ocean.
While growing up, my folks used to take us to a beach in Panama called Gorgona Beach. It was totally undeveloped in the modern sense. And it was a little wild, too. The water got deep quickly along that beach, so there were more sharks closer to shore. The sand was a gray black for some reason. It was a great place for a young boy to learn his way around the rocks and shoreline. My little sister, Beth, went everywhere I went, usually followed by our dog named Bird.
I spent countless days there with my mom and sisters (Don was older and gone). My dad would come up during the week, but he was working so that kept him back in the Zone for the most part. He wasn’t much for sun and swimming anyway. The only time I ever saw him in the water was when I hooked a wasp nest on Gatun Lake and going under was our only option!
I was allowed to bring one friend with me each time we went to the beach. My choices were Bob Whitehead, Stover Jenkins, or Fred Bales. Steve Nellis wasn’t much on sun and swimming either. Bob and I would skim-board all day long. We both had bright blonde hair and were as reddish-brown as an old penny.
I'm not sure when or where I actually recorded this, but that old recording (along with many others) stayed with me for decades until arriving here.
All tracks by Mfd
Video created by Mfd in 2020
Recorded by Steve Nellis on a Sony cassette player in the former Panama Canal Zone.
Copyright #PAu 390-303; March 8, 1982
I love women.
I am continually surprised at what I can learn from a woman. She might be wrong 5 out of 10 times, but those 3 times she's right are just amazing. And her mistakes are usually math-related. Go figure! LOL
This song celebrates the girl to woman journey they all go through. It's lovely to watch. Aren't they beautiful?
Special thanks to Evangeline Thompson for this picture. Taken in Panama just a few 'short' years ago...
The ocean calls them. The waves caress them. The moon causes the tides and their cycles. Women control the world but few know it. One look can crush or mush a man.
I still remember the first girl who ever really kissed me. How amazing it is.
I was only sixteen or so when I wrote this.
A very early song that was originally a poem I wrote in the 11th grade. That would have been about 1969. I wanted to paint a picture of the white fingers of the waves on the beach seeking to pull a lonely girl into the ocean.
While growing up, my folks used to take us to a beach in Panama called Gorgona Beach. It was totally undeveloped in the modern sense. And it was a little wild, too. The water got deep quickly along that beach, so there were more sharks closer to shore. The sand was a gray black for some reason. It was a great place for a young boy to learn his way around the rocks and shoreline. My little sister, Beth, went everywhere I went, usually followed by our dog named Bird.
I spent countless days there with my mom and sisters (Don was older and gone). My dad would come up during the week, but he was working so that kept him back in the Zone for the most part. He wasn’t much for sun and swimming anyway. The only time I ever saw him in the water was when I hooked a wasp nest on Gatun Lake and going under was our only option!
I was allowed to bring one friend with me each time we went to the beach. My choices were Bob Whitehead, Stover Jenkins, or Fred Bales. Steve Nellis wasn’t much on sun and swimming either. Bob and I would skim-board all day long. We both had bright blonde hair and were as reddish-brown as an old penny.
I'm not sure when or where I actually recorded this, but that old recording (along with many others) stayed with me for decades until arriving here.
All tracks by Mfd
Video created by Mfd in 2020
Recorded by Steve Nellis on a Sony cassette player in the former Panama Canal Zone.