"ROSIE" speaks for herself.
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VOCALS: Douglas Imbrogno
GUITAR:
Douglas Imbrogno, Bob Webb
DULCIMER:
Bob Webb
ELECTRONICA/PERCUSSION/BASS:
Stephen Sikorsky, Gar Ragland
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REFERENCES:
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I call that cool, electronica riff that opens and closes 'Rosie' (concocted by Stephen and Gar) the 'Sputnick Sound.' Sputnick and I, we we were contemporaries, entering the world within a year of each other. We share an affinity for outer space, too.
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All songs by Douglas Imbrogno (except 'Lights' by Rebecca Skeen Webb, 'Rosie's Lullaby,' by Bob Webb and 'Scarborough Fair,' traditional) Copyright 2004.

 

ROSIE RISES UP
words & music by Douglas Imbrogno (copyright 2004)
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For Suzanne



Rosie rises, Rosie rises up. / Rosie rises, / Goes and fills her coffee cup.

Rosie listens / to the morning news / Rosies listens, / puttin' on her walking shoes.

Rosie smiles / buying the New York Times / Rosie smiles / laying down some quarters and dimes.

CHORUS:

Rosie was my lover, Rosie was a pearl / Now our paths are parted/ O, my Rosie girl...

Rosie dabs a paintbrush/ paints an iris white/ Rosie dabs a paintbrush/ Bathed in morning light.

Rosie ponders lunchtime/ 'Indian or Thai...'/ Rosie ponders lunchtime/ Rubs a tired eye.

Sun drops on her city / Turning golden red... / Sun drops on the city / Rosie buys some bread.

CHORUS:

Rosie was my lover, first I ever had / Rosie was my lover, I was Rosie's lad.

Wine around the table, friends in every room/ Flowers in the kitchen, irises in bloom.

Rosie has no children, though she mothers all/ When a heart is broken, Rosie gets the call.

Tugging on her covers, turning off the light/ Rosie lays her head down, bringing on the night.

CHORUS:

Rosie was my lover, it ended rather sad./ I'm sorry for those memories/ And what we never had.

Rosie rises, Rosie rises up./ Rosie rises, goes and fills her coffee cup.