Little Pot Of Gold

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I, like many of us, have a pretty harsh voice of self-judgment in my head. It challenges me in a myriad of ways, but perhaps its favorite is around the
issue of money/financial security, my lack thereof. And, as the lyrics of this song clearly delineate, it would have me jump then to the broad-brushed conclusion that I am accordingly a full-fledged “failure,” with no semblance of genuine means of support in my all-but-on-the-doorstep “golden years.” Fortunately, however, the older I get the more I seem willing to seek less in the outer world and seek more in the inner world where divine support lives in abundance. And when I turn away from my harsh ear whisperer toward the archetypal characters who populate my dreams, voila!….”I’m on the path that leads to me.”

Bob, April 2014

lyrics

Little Pot Of Gold

In a couple short months I’ll be sixty
Two more rent checks and I’ll be old
Would have thought by now I’d have a mortgage
Maybe even two and a winter home
Would have thought by now I’d own a condo by the beach
With a big ornate gate, make it hard to rob
Instead I’m up here in the north with bills and wood to stack
And pushing now a decade without a real job

So the voice inside my head says, You’re a failure
How you gonna live now that you’re old
How’s about that journey now to seek and save your soul
And tell me, where’s your little pot of gold

The voice inside my head, well, he’s got a point there
And he knows all my buttons all too well
And when he trips the one that’s labeled Guilt and Cousin Shame
He can punch my ticket right to hell
Cause when I’m in that smoke-fog I see nothing
And I’m about as lost as lost can be
Yet when I feel that lostness and I truly call for help
Well then I’m on the path that leads to me

But the voice inside my head says, You’re a failure
How you gonna live now that you’re old
How’s about that journey now to seek and save your soul
And tell me, where’s your little pot of gold

I don’t know the first thing about semantics
I don’t know the last thing that I learned
Unless it was to unlearn all the things I thought I knew
Heave them in the pyre and watch them burn
But maybe there’s some irony in that fire, to be sure
Cause Guilt and Cousin Shame, they want me small
Yet when I feel this growth spurt of the soul-kid here in me
Well suddenly my autumn’s golden fall

Then the voice inside my heart sings, You’re alive now
And how you gonna live now that you’re old
How’s about the journey now to seek and save your soul
And tell me, where’s your little pot of gold

credits

from Child Inside Be Heard, released May 6, 2014
Songwriters: Bob Murray (lyrics/music), Jim Goss/Jeremiah McLane (music)

Vocals: Bob Murray
Keyboard: Jim Goss
Accordion: Jeremiah McLane

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Bob and the Trubadors offer up a fertile brew of original music, folk-based with shades of blues, jazz and world music.

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