Ubaldini'Outlaws of Folk Music ' Drawing packed crowd ,Great Artists, Oddballs & Fans all together as one At ALTA COFFEE HOUSE In Newport Beach Ca.!

Outlaws of Folk Music Hosted by yours truly MICHAEL UBALDINI is a great Night of Music . Not your typical showcase.. Its filled with misfits Songsters Poets , Artists Rockers , a sea of creativity , Everyone supports Each other , This month We had Fletcher Harrington &Mik Homer of The Black Sheep Outlaws perform along with me... the place was packed , its every first Thursday of each Month At ALTA COFFEE HOUSE NEWPORT BEACH CA.
No Cover and all ages , Great food great vibe .. like the Coffee Houses of yesteryear filled with creative force and outlaw rebellion... no Pompous vibe here...No one talks through the acts and the singers all hang out and sometimes participate in a final get together Hootenanny at the end of the night. the Artist Play 35 minute sets each and pass the Hat for tips. A great 'Up Close' show, and The only one of its kind.. Its always a packed house held the first Thursday of each month...

we will see ya at the next one.. bring your friends to a songwritin' and performance Artist coffee concert series that is all about the music And the vibe of the Coffee house...
8 PM til 10 30 every first Thursday of each month..
If you wished you coulda' been in the Village in the early 60's to see young Bob Dylan Phil Ochs Biaz, Havens, Ramblin Jack, and Van Ronk.. Come and see the 21st century 'Modern Troubadours& songsters .. At The MICHAEL UBALDINI 'OUTLAWS OF FOLK MUSIC SERIES' Every first Thursday At ALTA COFFEE HOUSE 31st Street in Newport Beach... You will love it. all about the fans & The Music...Come sing with us all!!

OUTLAWS OF FOLK MUSIC SERIES drawing Great Crowds- where music, songwriters& Artist, oddballs and fans join together as one!

Outlaws of Folk Music Hosted by yours truly MICHAEL UBALDINI is a great Night of Music . Not your typical showcase.. Its filled with misfits Songsters Poets , Artists Rockers , a sea of creativity , Everyone supports Each other , Tonight We had John Tolley & Casey And the tall Boys perform along with me... the place was packed , its every first Thursday of each Month At ALTA COFFEE HOUSE NEWPORT BEACH CA.
No Cover and all ages , Great food great vibe .. like the Coffee Houses of yesteryear filled with creative force and outlaw rebellion... no Pompous vibe here...No one talks through the acts and the singers all hang out and sometimes participate in a final get together Hootenanny at the end of the night. the Artist Play 35 minute sets each and pass the Hat for tips. A great 'Up Close' show, and The only one of its kind.. Its always a packed house held the first Thursday of each month...

we will see ya at the next one.. bring your friends to a songwritin' and performance Artist coffee concert series that is all about the music And the vibe of the Coffee house...
8 PM til 10 30 every first Thursday of each month..
If you wished you coulda' been in the Village in the early 60's to see young Bob Dylan Phil Ochs Biaz, Havens, Ramblin Jack, and Van Ronk.. Come and see the 21st century 'Modern Troubadours& songsters .. At The MICHAEL UBALDINI 'OUTLAWS OF FOLK MUSIC SERIES' Every first Thursday At ALTA COFFEE HOUSE 31st Street in Newport Beach... You will love it. all about the fans & The Music...Come sing with us all!!

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DREAM SEQUENCE #7-Street singin’ Troubadour Blues- Way over’ yonder in ‘The End times’

From The soon to be published 2nd edition of The Book MICHAEL UBALDINI- 'LOST AMERICAN NIGHTS"Lyrics & Poems'

I better capture the words right now

Before enchantment disappears

The eyes of honesty wept

Invoking love with fear.

Taste the shadows and the pain deep

In this whiskey flask,

Her arms hold me strong with truth,

Or does the rabbit don the mask.

We’re warm within a shack beyond the cold

A flickering shack

With eyes burn through like coal

Four walls surround us

Created by mind scheme –

Our love explodes like stars

In the night ocean stream

The lights burn the dark on all highways

The rivers flow where

Darkness makes love with the sun

Though I’m alone

Standing gazing toward the rivers cape

Wondering if my openness will leave wound where

My hearts at stake.

My collars up

I hang my head and stroll along

I’m in search for salvation,

She’s my lover, and if childhood dreams aren’t but a whim,

I jump in –

Head first and drown before I’d swim.

written by MICHAEL UBALDINI copyright Library of Congress

all rights reserved including the right of reproduction in whole or part in any form

First edition of The book 'Lost American Nights published by Moontide Press 2006

ST . CHRISTOPHER BLUES

ST.CHISTOPHER BLUES

Visions of Saints rowing home in the sand

The placid wind screen

Six trumpets in the band

Your skin so soft lift the petals of your silk

All over your lips the taste of malted milk

The stars are burning bright

The autumn leaves are brown

The night forever hangs

I’m listening for the sound

Hustling with a woman in the alley on the ground

Shuffling to the rhythm on the dirty side of town.

I live the free life the American way

Smoke in bars on sacred holidays

Get drunk on the weekend and leave my car and walk home

Wander sleazy highways and I walk ‘em alone

I hang out in diners in Motel 6

A junkie for a bar whore make a quick fix

She smells like cigarettes and alcohol

Crawl like a sapphire dog ‘til I’m ten feet tall.

Hanging out in the pool hall hustle a few drinks

I’m high and I’m tired push indulgence to the brink

I’m Marti Eden” a poet with the blues

Getting off on desolation , religious solitude

I see every sin clear on the internet line

Someone knows your whole life

Someone else knows mine

I gotta dance honey to that September beat

Sweet sensation nipping at the heels of my feet.

There’s a river on the highway

The cheats are rowing home

On the raft of false promise sittin’ on a throne

I hear the magnolia bloom

Violent winds attack

Someone stole my sainthood

And now I want it back.

I know how he must’ve felt

St. Christopher

Tarnished as a saint

Left only with revenge.

WRITTEN BY MICHAEL UBALDINI
COPYRIGHT 'LIBRARY OF CONGRESS
- FROM THE BOOK - Michael Ubaldini-'LOST AMERICAN NIGHTS-Lyrics& Poems - Moon tide press

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