I wrote this one somewhere around the same time as Silly Silly Dreams.

I wrote this one when I was about 29, 30. Something like that.

I wrote this one when I was about 27.

I wrote this one when I was about 26.

I was about 24, 25 when I wrote this one.

I wrote "Sometimes I'm Lonely" when I was about 20.

I wrote "Time" when I was about 19.

Going back taking a look at my old songs is the same thing as looking back at my life. Because the songs are just the story of my life put to music. I wrote this song when I was 18.

Back around the time that northern Christians, abolitionists, free blacks, anti-slavery activists and Kansas land owners first formed the Republican party, John Brown, an abolitionist and Baptist preacher, gave his life to put an end to slavery. During the civil war northern soldiers sang this old song as they marched off to battle. After "Julia Ward Howe" heard Union troops singing this, *the original (published Dec. 1861 in the Chicago Tribune) version of the song, she wrote her own words to it's tune. Soon after, her version was published Feb 1862 in the "Atlantic Monthly" as "The Battle Hymn Of The Republic" *William Weston Patton 1861/Gloria Jane 2004 Arrangement, Vocals, Guitar, and added one chorus from another version of the song, changed the words "Shall all be free" to "Were all set free" to fit today. "John Brown's Body" ©Gloria Jane 2004 Category:

I put this mp3 on my desktop to use with my caller ID to help me stop telemarketers from repeat calling. I keep my music player loaded with the file. Then when I see an 800 number on my caller ID or a number that says OHIO CALL, or PENNSYLVANIA CALL, I pick up the phone, hold it by my speaker, play the file and hang up. The 3 tones in the mp3 file tells the computer that is making the annoying calls that this number is no longer in service.

This is my son Jappy singing a song he wrote titled "Your Love"

I wrote this song for me. Once upon a life time ago when things just seemed to much for me to bare, when I didn't think I could go another step, when I had tears rolling down my face, I'd pick up my guitar and sing this song to myself. It always gave me that little bit of strength I needed.

I wrote this song during the liberal Carter presidency as my family and I were living through it. I added the talking part in the middle several years later. Now today, living through the liberal Obama presidency, it's like Déjà vu. You know, that strange feeling of having already seen or experienced something?