“I Don’t Care, Do You?”
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THIS BOY WALKS INTO MY HOUSE
AND HE TELLS ME THAT I’M GOING CRAZY
HE SAYS ONLY HE HAS THE KEY
AND HE TELLS ME HE KNOWS HOW TO SAVE ME
I SHOW HIM THE DOOR I GIVE HIM THE BOOT
CAUSE HE DOESN’T OWN ME
ALL OF A SUDDEN HE’S LOOKIN’ REAL CUTE
AND I WONDER WHAT HE CAME TO SHOW ME
“It Must Be Love”
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IN THE DARKEST HOUR
OF THE DARKEST NIGHT
COMES THE FAINTEST GLIMMER
OF THE FAINTEST LIGHT
AND THE LIGHT GETS STRONGER
AND BECOMES A FLAME
AND YOUR HEART’S ON FIRE
WHEN HE CALLS YOUR NAME
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“Forgotten Songs”
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The deep, crooning baritone you hear at the beginning and end of “Forgotten Songs” is actually a 1993 recording of my father, Philip Brourman singing one of his own tunes, “Gambler’s Blues”; a song he wrote during his time as a P.O.W. in Germany during World War II. (He is accompanied by my sister, Michele Brourman, a brilliant songwriter herself). Daddy used to say that songwriting was only one of several strategies he and his buddies came up with to keep their sanity during that awful time. (They also formed a men’s chorus and gambled trading cigarettes and Red Cross rations. Daddy was an avid card player throughout his life). [Read more]
“Cottage By The Sea”
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We live in Los Angeles, actually, in the East San Fernando Valley, close to Burbank. We are about ten miles inland, so although our climate is affected by the ocean breezes, we are not close enough to fully appreciate them on a day-to-day basis. About two years ago I was at a conference in Santa Monica, and on my lunch break, I walked the three blocks from the hotel to the Pacific. It had been a long time since I had gone to the beach, [Read more]
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