A Place For Me

This Song was originally written in 1959 by my Mother, with a different musical score, composed on an organ.  In 1975 I took the lyrics and composed a completely different song, written on an acoustic guitar.  I finally recorded this version of the tune for my “Eye of the Pyramid” Cd which I did in 2006?  I re-mixed it, and that re-mix is what you hear.

A Place For Me-(Woodsong/Baker)

They Tell Me, I’m a New Born Babe.

They say the World Didn’t Stop, When I was Made.

They say There are Too many of Me.

But, I Ask you Now, How can that Be?

When the Heart of Time, Beats in my Heart.

And our Ancestor’ Blood, Is In My Veins.

I am Their Tomorrow, I am their Part.

Of the Whole Wide World, Their Only Gain.


Oh, There Must Be A Place For Me!

In This Wide World, Can’t You See!?

That I’m Alive, and I am Real.

I Can Think, and I Can Feel.


I’ve Got A Brain, I’ve Got a Heart.

From other Creature’s, I’m set Apart.

So, the Boy I am, will Become A Man.

And To the World, A Gift I’ll Give.

Of My Own Son, And He’ll Take My Place.

In the Human Race, and My Life Will Be Done.

(Repeat Chorus)

So, Don’t You See, That There Will Be?

In This Wide World, A Place For Me.

A New Born Babe, That Was Made.

In His Own Image, I Was Made.

(Repeat Chorus)


Knee Deep In The Swamp of the Nebulous

This song is also on the ‘Something Foul’ website.  The lyrics are gibberish.  The music inspiration is from a song from 1965 by Ronald Thielman, entitled: Chelsea Suite.  My High School Concert Band recorded the song in 1968.  (I played Coronet on the tune.)  I re-worked parts of it and came up with the music for this song.  The lyrics happened by chance.  I played/recorded all the instruments, did the final mix, etc…  Paul Woodsong.

Knee Deep in the swamp of the nebulous- (Paul Woodsong)

Mostly Cloudy, & patchy fog.

Chance of rain, all day long.

Into the night, it will be.

Mainly raining. Time for tea.


Time for whatever, life requires.

Try to fulfill, Our mind’s desire.

our body’s ocean, of human need.

A secret potion, say the creed:

Knee Deep, in the swamp, of the nebulous.

every step taken, will be dangerous.

Watch, as you gaze, upon the precipice.

life, is on the line”, make your exodus.

life is illusive, what’s to gain?

What is lost, causes pain.

What’s needed, try to find.

Escape from, A shattered mind.

way back where, we came from.

follow the path, of bread crumbs.


back home, the old humdrum.

repeat Chorus


Knee Deep, in the swamp of the nebulous