Lou Sorrentino

 
2005-11-29

Story

For many of us, the passion to create is cradled by "Holding the things that I love with open hands. "

Lyrics

Just Surrender Something inside is different since I've made a choice, to surrender my will and boy, my mind and my voice. I've been touched by an angel, the muse is upon me, I'm free. I'm crackling with power that's flowing from deep within me. Surrender... Surrender. Holding the things that I love in open hands, searching for answers and trying to understand. In the midst of this madness, where can we turn for relief? What must we do to make our dreams real? Just surrender...Just surrender. THIS IS THE PURPOSE THE PASSION THE GLORIOUS PLAN; TO RE-WRITE THE SONGS OF THE AGES IN OUR OWN HAND. TO GATHER THE GARMENTS OF HISTORY AND FASHION OUR FATE. TO MAKE SOMETHING NEW, TO LOVE, LOVE AND CREATE. JUST SURRENDER. JUST SURRENDER Bring order from chaos, time from eternity. Give form to the nameless desires that long to be. What matters most is what you can trust and believe; to love with abandon and give more than you receive. Just surrender. Just surrender.

2013-11-05

Story

Having met him at an AA meeting on his first day out of prison he cried to a stranger over coffee at midnight. Broke on Christmas Eve and desperate to get his child presents, he ended up shooting a bank guard in a blackout. His wife divorced him and refused to let his children visit. He spent 20 years re-living cherished moments with his son while hearing a passing train. He imagined his son asking if it was daddy' train coming home. I recalled a similar train whistle heard with my own father after dinner and connected with him. It was painfully clear that I could have easily been in his shoes and the Grace of God, this is mostly his story.

Lyrics

Heard of lot about surrender. Tough hearts all turn tender when they're down on the floor. Christmas Eve; there ain't no presents. "Daddy please! Don't forget us children waitin' at the door. More whiskey in my belly; I shot a bank guard who told me; "Give it up! Don't do it son!" They caught me quick and gave me twenty years of pain. I've seen plenty! What can this boy do?" Chorus: No words can tell the tale of a heart that's locked in jail. Can't forget their faces or their eyes. Comin' soon. I just know it. Think I hear hear a whistle blowin' of Daddy's Train comin' home. Daddy's Train comin' home. Crowded room; I'm all alone and weary. I can picture her young eyes asking "Why?" Now I'm grateful for the memory but how I wish it would let me live in peace or even breath a sigh. So people learn a lesson. Think of what you'll be missin'. There''s no exceptions. Justice is blind. Work hard and stay humble.... and you wont stumble or you will find. Chorus: (X2)
2013-01-17

Story

Common objects can connect us with the soul. I was about to throw away a frayed paper doll box after my mother had passed and remembered....! Missing in action for days, I returned home to find mam had re-arranged my room. In front of the now orderly rack of shoes there it was! As a child I had wanted a fancy wooden shoeshine box which she could not afford. Instead, she took an old cardboard doll box, filled it with a shiner's tools and inscribed the words Shoe Polish. In gratitude for her selfless devotion this song emerged.

Lyrics

There's a cardboard box I keep that makes me sing. There ain't no gold inside but it's got precious things; shoe laces and leather protector and a tube of Twist and Shine, Scuff Zapper and shoe creme, and a brush so soft and fine. On the top and on one side two words are written that always make me smile! SHOE POLISH IN MY MOMMA'S HAND; THAT'S A REAL LOVE THAT I CAN UNDERSTAND. WHEN MY FEET GET WEARY AND I'M ALL SCUFFED UP, THERE'S ONE THING I KNOW; I'VE GOT SOME SHOE POLISH TO SHINE MY SOUL. One of a collection; a doll box holder, dedicated to children eight years or older. Held a doll named Emily, one of Yesterday's Children. I couldn't wait to grow up. I was young and searchin'. Now I'm on the road, trying to understand, why I wanted to leave the Promised Land. FOR SOME SHOE POLISH, IN MY MOMMA'S HAND. THAT'S A REAL LOVE, A BOY CAN UNDERSTAND. WHEN MY FEET GET WEARY AND I''M ALL SCUFFED UP, THERE'S ONE THING I KNOW. I GOT SOME SHOE POLISH TO SHINE MY SOUL.
2009-12-09
2009-01-01

Story

See my "Ivory Girl" in the Photo Gallery.

The Moody Blues' keyboardist Mike Pinder awarded this recording in his Songwars contest. I began learning to play as a teenager while alone in churches at midnight when most were never locked. This led to a lifelong love for keyboards which never included a real grand piano. One divine day after divorce while out of work and depressed, I sent a desperate and passionate prayer for a sign of being loved. The next day, I read an ad by a complete stranger who knew nothing of me who was moving across the country. He and passed on his elegant $10,000 black grand piano to her new lover for free. Astonished at the synchronicity, this song soon emerged.

Lyrics

At the end of the week I can't wait to see my lover. I pull back the cover and she's there waitin' for me; waitin' for me alone and soon I know, with my hands I'll love her tenderly. Sometimes I hear her call me in the night. I rush to her to see what she will say. A fickle lover she's not. She gives me all that she's got and a song is born that bears our name. There in our musical world I make love to my Ivory Girl an find release from all that troubles me. Many times I've prayed for someone to love and cured this emptiness that I call home. I know you're not lookin' for me, but I'm here if you want me to be; here for you. You don't have to be alone. There in our musical world I make love to my Ivory Girl and find release from all that troubles me. You're there in the ivory, girl. You are my Ivory Girl.

Lou Sorrentino
2009-12-09

Story

Taxi Jerry came to the Recovery Club in middle age. He remained poor, didn't quote the books, was rough around the edges and had a reputation to match. It humbled me that at this funeral, I witnessed nearly 200 people celebrate his life. I recalled a plain-spoken cabbie dropping off dozens of detox patients where I worked as a counselor. Little did I know about him; Taxi Jerry did it for free! One by one, many of these same souls came up to to tell a story of how he saved them with his wisdom and generosity. Astounded, I said to myself, "How many will say that when my time comes?" In deep gratitude, I went home and wrote this song.

Lyrics

Tough as nails but tender; man of strong words. When he talked about his gratitude everybody heard-humility and kindness poured out of his soul. Tough love for a chaser. "Do what you're told!" He'd be the first to tell you; "I'm just another drunk who got another chance when I ran out of luck. We all got a story about the love he showed. Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine 'till everybody knows. -Chorus: Taxi Jerry's driving his cab again tonight; pickin' up a stranger and hoping that he might-be a little comfort; shed a light; passing up those big fares; doin' what is right! We thought we lost him not so long ago. Now he's come back one more time to make sure that we know. He says; "Life is short...Don't kid yourself. Go tell the one's you love. At closing time from the wine of life-you can't drink enough" Chorus: (X2); Passing up those big fares; passing up those big fares; doin' what is right!

2006-12-01

Lyrics

He saved me from the jaws of death. He gave me life and gave me breath. All to His love do I now owe. In His presence grow. By His love I'm whole. I give Him all control. Now is the time to enter in; turning away from every sin. We dedicate our lives to Him. Like a branch that bends we won't be broke again. We are born again. YAHWEH is all I need. (x4) Every knee shall vow and tongues shall confess this vow That Jesus is the King of Kings and Lord Of Lords I sing. We let our voices ring. Our hearts to Him we bring.
2005-12-02

Story

Bringing this true family to the world is a heartfelt joy. Every Christmas morning Poppa yelled "Don't go Santa!" and we'd rush down the stairs to see him waving goodbye to reindeer who had flown away. We can all take the best of the past to create our legacy to the world as our family.

Lyrics

For a minute I’m catchin’ a sound from the kitchen that tells me Mom is here and the sound of Poppa waking us up every year. He’d say; “Don’t go, Santa! Go get Nana! Hurry up, kids; down the stairs!” We’d never question ‘cause without exception, the truth was always there. PRESENTS AND POPPA SAYIN’ GOODBYE TO REINDEER Now most of the time, I say, “I’m fine. I don’t have time for tears. I’m all grown up. Childhood is over. That’s clear.” I try to be strong; knowing all along, I’m full of nameless fears. So I fall to me knees and cry out “Please take me there! To PRESENTS AND POPPA SAYIN’ GOODBYE TO REINDEER Then out of the pain I rise again; tears of joy unrestrained and a song rises up from a well long ago drained. There’s singing and laughter and nothing else matters. We’re safe without a care and once again, my heart hears the wrapping paper tear and PRESENTS AND POPPA SAYIN’ GOODBYE TO REINDEER No, we can’t go back but we can take the best of the past and make a strong future for our children, and their children, and the world as our brother, sister, mother and father. There’s singing and laughter and nothing else matter’s. We’re safe without a care. Once again, our heart hears the wrapping paper tear. PRESENTS AND POPPA SAYING GOODBYE TO REINDEER
2005-08-28

Story

My father only knew how to clean the smelly horse stalls for the New York Police, his first real job after completing a five year prison bid for passing a phony ten dollar bill. One day he read an ad for a horseback riding instructor job at a new summer camp for affluent kids in the country. "With a dream, a song and a smile" he borrowed the fare and took a train to what is now a prominent alternative high school for wayward rich teenagers in Connecticut. On sheer bravado, he got the job and married the camp secretary who was twenty years younger. They transformed the dark past into the treasures of an amazing life. Their story still inspires us to follow our dream.

Lyrics

He answered an ad in the new York Times for a horseman to work in a camp. Now he didn't know much about saddles and stuff but he knew how to talk through his hat. From Gardner's Lake, to Minnie Island, he rode with his head held high. When the city man met the country girl he knew he'd be stayin' a while. A Million Miles from the City with a dream, a song and a smile. A dreamer, a singer, a lover with a passionate love for life; singin' his song, this is his song! Mine the treasures of childhood. Open up the door of your teens. Family is what matters most. Believe in your dreams. Hold on to all of your memories; the laughter and the tears. Let then be your best friend for all of your years; remember when. He'd sing out loud in a restaurant. He'd laugh and strike a pose. Little children loved it when he touched his chin to his nose. He bought me my first guitar and told me I'd be a star. Poppa, when you said it I knew I'd go far. A Million Miles from the City with a dream, a song and a smile. A dreamer, a singer, a lover with a passionate love for life; singin' his song, this is his song! Mine the treasures of childhood. Open up the door of your teens. Family is what matters most. Believe in your dreams. Hold on to all of your memories; the laughter and the tears. Let then be your best friend for all of your years; remember when.
2003-02-11

Story

This is a message of encouragement for any who struggle to do the thing that they love. Live the life you've always imagined! You can do it !

Lyrics

Love What You Do These are the times that I'm most alive; when I feel that I have arrived. This is what I'm meant to be; doin' what I believe. When I didn't have a clue, somehow I knew. Life doesn't stop it, it rushes right by, like a waterfall, that I live inside. When I am in that flow, in that place, I really know, what I was meant to do. I wish the same for you!

LIVE THE LIFE YOU'VE ALWAYS IMAGINED. PAY THE PRICE AND TAKE YOUR CHANCES. DO WHAT YOU LOVE AND LOVE WHAT YOU DO. WHEN YOUR HEART STARTS TO DANCIN' GIVE IT ROOM AND ROMANCIN' AND SAY WITH PASSION WHAT YOU KNOW TO BE TRUE. I LOVE WHAT I DO! If I see you on the road, won't you stop if you dare? Tell me where are you goin' to; maybe i've been there? Maybe we could join together what we share apart, in the language of the heart.

I'm not waitin' for a better time, 'cause this is my future, this is my time. All my life has brought me here; every heartache and every fear make me stronger still. I know I will- Stay free from the old tradition; love and money competing for position. I wont look back; there'e nothing there. The real risk is not to dare. by all that is holy and is true I will do what God gave me to do. I'm gonna:

LIVE THE LIFE I'VE ALWAYS IMAGINED. PAY THE PRICE AND TAKE MY CHANCES. DO WHAT I LOVE AND LOVE WHAT I DO. WHEN MY HEART STARTS TO DANCIN', I GIVE IT ROOM AND ROMANCIN', AND SAY WITH PASSION, WHAT I LONG TO BE TRUE, "I LOVE WHAT I DO!"

2006-09-25

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A lady grand and marvelous once took care of me. Emiline from ireland embodies all that's green. Staying at her house at night, feeling so secure; my illnesses she would attend, her gentle love my cure. She's greet me every morning with many wondrous things. Breakfast has never been the same without the way she'd sing. Tales of leprecauns and fairies filled my growing mind. Through her busy working life she'd always find the time To tell the love that brought us here how grandpa Charles would play the mandolin that filled the house with cheer and gaitey. We took a trip to Boston to see some history. Old North Church; "One by land and two if by sea." She made me feel the grandeaur of my heritage and the feeling has stayed with me as I have come of age. YOU ARE THE BEST CHILD WE HAVE; A VERY SPECIAL ONE. THERE' NO ONE QUITE LIKE YOU. YOU ARE MY GRANDSON! Never did a day go by when a prayer wasn't sent, from the lips of Emily for family and friends. She taught me of the love of God; so warm with poetry. Because of her when I am hurt, I can still believe. Now the years have come and gone, grandma's like a child. I weep with joy, roles reversed, for a little while. All the good she's done for me, I can now repay, and sing the song she sang for me that made me feel so safe. YOU ARE THE BEST CHILD WE HAVE; A VERY SPECIAL ONE. THERE' NO ONE QUITE LIKE YOU. YOU ARE MY GRANDSON! YOU ARE THE BEST CHILD WE HAVE; A VERY SPECIAL ONE. THERE' NO ONE QUITE LIKE YOU. YOU ARE MY GRANDSON!
Lou Sorrentino
2011-08-14

Story

Initially published in a full-page of the New York Times on 1/4/2004 titled Uncovering A Millstone Who Done It, the true story which inspired this song contains striking parallels between mob abuse in the name of Liberty in colonial times, and actions of the US government today. The ruins of Beebe's mills on both sides of majestic Chapman Falls at Devils Hopyard State Park in East Haddam, CT serve as a reminder to guard our civil liberties such as Freedom of Speech. In late 2012, this compelling Revolutionary War history story was finally verified by CT State Archeologist Nicolas Bellantoni of History Channel fame. For more information see the CT History section of lousorrentino.com
2000-04-12

Story

This is a story that has gotten me through many tough times. Through the years, what I have come to learn is that Someday IS today!

Lyrics

Someday will be better than today. There'll be colors where there once was gray. Someday there'll be answers. We'll understand. The joy is in the journey; part of the plan. Why do we worry? Why are we afraid? What are we thinkin'? Things will be OK. Someday will be better Someday will be better. Someday will be better than today! I see sunflowers bloomin'. There's basil on the sill. I see the flowers movin' where once was still. Serenity is beauty. Time is our friend. The joy is in the journey not in the end. Why do we worry? Why am we afraid? What are we thinkin' Things will be OK. Someday will be better, someday will be better, someday will be better than today!
Lou Sorrentino
2010-02-03

Story

A realistic, positive and healthy attitude toward romantic relationships learned painfully by doing the opposite. I could be a good companion but I can't make you complete. I won't be no doormat, no, no, but I'll gladly wash your feet...After me you can be my First Priority

Lyrics

You'll still have to work for a living but you wont be alone. Most the time there'll be good conversation when you finally make it home.

I won't be your doormat but I'll gladly wash your feet. I could be a good companion but can't make you complete. I don't know about eternity. I guess we'll wait and see. After me, you can be my First Priority.

I've been 'round this great big world and I've seen a thing or two. Let me tell you baby doll; there was nothin' like you.

I won't be no doormat, no, no, but I'll gladly wash your feet. I could be a good companion but I can't make you complete. I don't know about eternity baby. I guess we'll wait and see. After me you can be my First Priority. After me you can be my First Priority. First Priority. First Priority.

 

2007-08-03

Story

You can make your own luck and make your dreams come true, but you gotta show up!

Lyrics

He said he'd be home for dinner but midnight found her alone. His business could have been a winner if he only paid his loan. Lot's of chances people gave him but they all got let down. He said "I'll do better on the next time around." You gotta show up if you want to know what in the world you are able to do. You can make your own luck and make your dreams come true, but you gotta show up! He always had some crisis. it wasn't his fault. Someone else made him do it; nothing he could have done at all. Then he won the lottery. The ticket was in his hand but he missed the deadline. Still, he couldn't understand. You gotta show up...etc. It was a lovely ceremony but only the preacher came. No one else believed it; expecting more of the same. It was a very moving sermon. I can still hear the preacher call. In the end we're all the same; one time once and for all. You gotta show up...etc.
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Story

A twenty-two year old woman molested her half-brother; a thirteen year old who never knew her. Many years later, she has her victim bankrupted, jailed with the help of welfare lawyers. She cannot be prosecuted for the rape she admits to on the paternity trial witness stand because that statute of limitations is over; but there is no statutory limit on child support. The victim is victimized again by the law. This nearly destroyed me, but I fought back and regained my life. I now help others as licensed counselor and have helped change outdated laws. You can too!

Lyrics

She never knew her father's smile from the time she was a child, like her brother, who took her brother's love. Fourteen with country ways, she took his love then she made him pay, ... she lied about her brother's love....
2009-12-08

Lyrics

I will cover you with a song of protection. You'll be safe in my arms. I will comfort you. There will be peace and safety. I'll make you laugh if I try.

I'll come quickly when you cry; kiss the tears from your eye.
Chase the shadows from the sun. I love you.
You are the one!

Will you be my wife? I was meant to be your husband.
We'll share life yet be free. I will cherish you.
Hold you up when you're falling. I will be there 'till the end.

I'll come quickly when you cry; kiss the tears from your eye.
Chase the shadows from the sun. I love you.
You are the one!

I will cover you. I will comfort you.  
Will you be my wife? We'll share a life.
I will be there 'till the end.

2003-05-14

Story

Whenever there seems to be nothing to celebrate, this is what I choose to do.

Lyrics

Celebrate Life Sing while the day is young. Do what you want done, or nothing until the evening comes. Taste every drop you drink. Hear yourself think. Relax and take it slow. You're gonna be allright. Live to your heart's delight and always celebrate life. CELEBRATE YOUR LIFE. MAKE THE MOST OF YOUR BIRTHRIGHT. COME OUT OF DARKNESS INTO THE LIGHT. CELEBRATE LIFE. Be gentle and understand but change the things you can. Be still, small and see what you were meant to be. Let worry fade away. Don't compromise what you believe. Stand tall with pride for who you are inside and remember to celebrate life! CELEBRATE YOUR LIFE. MAKE THE MOST OF YOUR BIRTHRIGHT. COME OUT OF DARKNESS INTO THE LIGHT. CELEBRATE LIFE.
2009-12-08
2009-12-09
2004-07-18

Story

This is a theme of my life; finding meaning in unusual places. Native Americans say "All My Relations" to express the unity of all nature. See photos.

Lyrics

Away From the Path I took this trail before today but never saw what wonders lay away from the path I usually take. A fallen tree pointed into the swamp. I looked, listened and finally stopped. Spawn of the woodlands, a Green Man elf; to this nature I betroth myself. As the finger of bark dipped below the surface another world revealed it's purpose; away from the path I usually take. A sea of antlers sheathed in green velvet shimmered beneath the pastel sunset; rutting stags battling for harems, muted calls exchanged between them; thousands of tree roots intertwined, drunken in clothing of sphagnum moss wine. As I drew closer in child-like wonder my foot slipped, sucked down under. It was cold and dank with decaying mud. I pulled out quickly from the glorious muck. In that moment I knew All My Relations; the trees are my family; the forest my nation. My roots are not quenched not matter what I try, if I insist on staying safe and dry. That which I need most lies where I least look by muddy grey waters and hidden nooks; away from the path I usually take.
2000-03-17

Story

Anyone like Old Dogs out there? I wrote this a couple of years ago When I saw your movie is being made in CT today , I knew you would want this song.

Lyrics

I''m an old dog and you're a hot young chic. I won't pretend to be your daddy or try to be slick. Of all the young guys you can take your pick but this old dog will teach you some new tricks..... OWOOOOO... Baby, OWOOOO.... They say youth is wasted on the young. They must be jealous 'cause they ain't gettin' none. I may be fifty but I feel twenty-nine, but it won't matter in the midle of the night. OWOOOOO... Baby, OWOOOO.... When I see what I want, I stick to the plan. I'm a wolf; a hungry hunter man. You got my attention when you shook your hips. One whiff of you and I smack my lips. OWOOOOO... Baby, OWOOOO....
2009-12-08
2004-08-12

Story

Written about Skip Hayward, modern hero of the Mashantucket Pequot Tribe.
2005-10-13
Lou Sorrentino

Lyrics

You're My Baby by: Lou Sorrentino I'm gonna wrap my arms around you and hold you tightly to my breast, 'cause you're the best, thing I ever had in my life. You're my baby. You're my baby. You're my baby and I'm so blessed. I had a lot of love before you but it don't measure up. It's like the shadow compared to the light. You're my baby and I'm so blessed. I'm gonna feel your arms around me and celebrate every day. Let me tell you there ain't nothin' you can say to turn me away, to scare me away, there ain't no price that I won't pay. I hear a lot of people talkin' but it sounds like blah, blah, blah. Lookin' here and there for something better than you. I tell 'em; You're my baby and I'm so blessed. I'm gonna be with you forever, no matter what the cards may bring. (no, no yeah, yeah, no, no) I've got time for you 'cause... You're my baby. You're my baby. You're my baby and I'm so blessed. You're my baby and I'm so blessed.
2005-09-09

Story

If you feel this may be you, write me a love song. (Cause I need one; 'cause I asked for it)

Lyrics

 

I dream a woman who's soft and kind. You know what I mean. She makes the birds green with envy 'cause she sings so serene.

High priestess of music & rhyme, here & now in this place & time. My body remembers, my senses recall and I shudder!

She dreams a man who's strong enough to wear a velvet scarf or cry for a stranger or play with a child that he just met in the park.

There'll be music & dancing & all kinds of art. Do what they love right from the start, all in the language of the heart.

I dream a woman who's got the call; a calling like I do. I'll watch her back. She'll watch mine too; Songcatchers makin' music for the world.

Lou
2009-12-08
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2009-12-08
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2009-12-08
2003-08-17

Story

This song was inspired by events covered by the New York Times, 1/25/04, "Uncovering A Millstone Who Done It"- Also see Photos- -"Hopyard Millstone" & "Don't Tread on Me" (motto and symbol of the Sons of Liberty) This story has special significance today as a symbol of how liberty can be taken away in the name of liberty, as in the Patriot Act. For further info enter Biography and Press.

Lyrics

I pledge allegence but I won't shut my mouth. It's not in my constitution. I've got to speak it out. Shake the tree if you love the fruit. For it to grow I've got to do my part. Shake the tree of Liberty if you love the fruit. For it to be healthy it's got to be pruned. The great tree of Liberty is best kept alive by revolution in every generation and the blood of the martyr's lives.
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2009-12-08
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2009-12-08
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2009-12-10
2007-07-07

Lyrics

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0000-03-08

Story

In honor of my friend Harold Tantaquidgeon, one of last the Mohegan Chiefs, my childhood mentor. See: Biography.
Instrumental
2009-12-08
Moody Blues keyboard player
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