The following videos are not an attempt to capture the songs in their most perfect form. They are merely a vehicle to let people hear some of my work that has never been in the public eye. They are shot using the video setting on my little Canon Powershot and a little Joby tripod. The guitars are either a Martin 000 series or a pretty beat up Johnson JD27. My old Kay banjo may make an appearance or two as well, for better or worse.

That's it. I welcome comments and encourage you to share the music if it strikes you.

All music and lyrics written by Richard Popovic, unless otherwise noted.

Monday, September 16, 2013

Song #10: Always Be Home To Me


This is probably one of the oldest songs that will end up as part of this project. It is about my love for Yonkers, NY. I wrote it after being away for awhile, out on the west coast. I hate to be so cliche but I did not really know how much I loved my hometown until I was thousands of miles away. Growing up in tight knit neighborhoods, still hanging out with friends I made in first grade, being close to NYC but far enough away to be able to live in a big old house with a backyard, and just a general blue-collar ethos that seemed to bind everything together. These things, and so many more, made it an amazing place to grow up and call home, a fact I only realized in hindsight. Now, having made my home in a very different place, where I am raising two children, I cannot help but compare how differently my kids will grow up. In many ways, it is a change I am happy with. After all, my wife and I chose to build a house and a life here. But when I look back, through a pair of admittedly rose-colored glasses that get rosier every year, I find it hard not to lament that there are certain aspects of my youth, really positive and formative ones, that my kids will never experience. And I guess that is why, no matter where I live, in some small way, Yonkers NY will always be home to me.

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Always Be Home to Me

Flowers may not line the streets anymore
Flags may not wave in the breeze
You may wonder what happened as you’re passing through
But it’ll always be home to me

The shops are all different down on Palisade Ave
New signs are all you will see
Downtown’s re-arranged, but my memory is unchanged
Because it’ll always be home to me

Don’t know what it is that makes me return
Time after time after time
Don’t know why I love this dirty old town
Don’t know why I feel like she’s mine

There’s the front porch where I first kissed a girl
There’s the Hudson and the Tappan Zee
I know I can’t stay, but I can’t stay away
It’ll always be home to me

Well I dreamt I set roots on the banks of the river
Like my folks did in seventy-three
Our house it still stands, on its small patch of land
That’s always been home to me





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