Jersey

Heidi Winzinger
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Heidi Winzinger

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I was crossing the upper Delaware River last winter when the jagged ice was rushing down stream and treacherous. I thought about the sheer willpower of the starving and frozen soldiers who crossed the Delaware on Christmas night 1776 with George Washington. As with all wars, even the victors lose something in the end. -Heidi

Lyrics

Black water in the Delaware. Tangled ice and frigid air. Starving men row hard and strong. On the prayers of Washington. Freedom Rings Oh. Cannon balls and shattered glass. Patriots surprise attack. Battle cries on Christmas night. Victory whets appetites. Freedom Rings Oh. Wiping blood off the floor. Wash away the signs of war. Guns that brought them to terms. Sons and men who won’t return. Freedom Rings Freedom Rings Independence Independence, Day Freedom Rings

Heidi Winzinger

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The Mullica River runs through the New Jersey Pine Barrens and is one of the most scenic and unique places in the world. The iron, glass and cedar wood industries are gone, but the folklore and history remain. I love reading about New Jersey history and life deep in the Pines. The shipbuilding industry is one of those lost once the railroads and coal mining came along, but if you are floating down the Mullica River today (which I recommend!) you can imagine the thriving life gone by and see remnants of the shipyards dotting the banks. -Heidi

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Lyrics

Baptized in cedar water A way of life Preaching and ship building Deep in the pines God left his mark Here at the Forks I’m floating down The Mullica River Oh, Oh, Oh With a hold full of glass and iron And a heart filled with love Oh, Oh, Oh Long planks of white cedar Stacked in the yard Lamp black and Turpentine Color my kin The flood tide signs Time to untie the lines I’m floating down The Mullica River Oh, Oh, Oh With a hold full of glass and iron And a heart filled with love Oh, Oh, Oh And when the journey long I pray to return May the wind bring me home I’m floating down The Mullica River Oh, Oh, Oh With a hold full of glass and iron And a heart filled with love Oh, Oh, Oh

Heidi Winzinger
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Heidi Winzinger

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The Marlborough-Blenheim Hotel was a historic resort hotel property in Atlantic City, New Jersey, built in 1905-1906, demolished in 1979. In 1903, Josiah White III bought a parcel of land near Ohio Avenue and the Boardwalk, and built the Queen Anne style Marlborough House. The hotel was financially successful and, in 1905, he chose to expand. White hired Philadelphia architect Will Price of Price and McLanahan, to design a new, separate tower called the Blenheim. Recent hotel fires in and around Atlantic City, Price's recent experience of designing the all-concrete Jacob Reed store in Philadelphia, and a steel strike in the fall of 1905 influenced the choice of reinforced concrete. It wasn't the first reinforced concrete hotel in the world, since French concrete pioneer François Hennebique had designed the Imperial Palace Hotel in Nice five years previously. But it was the largest reinforced concrete building in the world[1]. The hotel’s Spanish and Moorish themes, capped off with its signature dome and chimneys, represented a step forward from other hotels that had a classically designed influence. Bally's Atlantic City was later constructed at this location. Heidi's mother is the demolition contractor who imploded the hotel. Her family lived in it while it was being prepped. A sad business sometimes when wonderful old structures are thrown away too readily. Heidi always thought of the hotel as a Queen tangled in the chains of her fate.

Lyrics

They watched as she arrived The lady in white Every man wanted her The first of her kind And the King, kept her for his own Hand in hand, they ruled his seaside thrown She was the Queen of Atlantic City She was made of concrete and steel And they worshiped her And they worshiped her But the King disenchanted Became restless Blinded by the lies of A sparkling Princess Twisted truths, faithless friends Black fate sealed, with a stroke of her King’s pen bridge: Silence fell over the square As they laid her down And with one swift strike They watched her fall Repeat Chorus
Heidi Winzinger
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Heidi Winzinger

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In 2011 two fine men died suddenly in New Jersey. This song was written in honor of a mother and a wife who endured incredible pain from the unexpected losses and the process of coming to terms with why some people are taken from this life and not left to grace the earth until their old age.

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I’m gonna try to get up in the morning and face the day Try just to just be grateful for the time you passed my way Try to read some of the cards that came in the mail Try to find the reason my worlds turned upside down chorus: But until then, I don’t want to know anything Let the shadows of another starless night cover me I don’t want to know the reason my heart’s broken apart I don’t want to know because the reason just can’t be good enough I don’t want to know. Oh I don’t want to know. I’m gonna try to wash some of the clothes that hold your scent Try to raise the shades and let some sunlight in Try to answer the phone instead of letting it ring Try to understand what I just can’t seem to see Chorus bridge I want you back I need you back in my arms I need you now oh ah...oh ah I’m gonna try to think of something else besides you gone Try to find the peace in being alone Try to embrace that it’s just part of God’s plan Try to believe there’s a reason for everything
Heidi Winzinger
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Heidi Winzinger

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We all know that sinking feeling when we drive by that farm we saw a thousand times quietly working away in agricultural production. Then one day, we drive by and there is a for sale sign and before you know it, they are building a development. This song was inspired specifically by a farm in Lumberton New Jersey, but it applies to any farm anywhere. Same sadness.

Lyrics

(note: this song is an updated version from the Snow Day CD version. I think this is the way the song should have been recorded in the first place. :-) ) Verse 1: The last farm in our town is goin’ down The auctioneer called til’ it was all gone Some of us made a fuss But they say “it’s just progress” Now there’s boxes in a row Where sweet corn used to grow The last farm in town is goin’ down Verse 2: The last farm in our town is goin’ down They’re clearin’ all the land and breakin’ ground Such is the farmer’s fate Right here, in the Garden State Now there’s no more rows to hoe If there ain’t no crops to grow The last farm in town is goin’ down Bridge: I wonder what becomes of this the land? If all the generations don’t take a stand Acre by acre it gets lost Under concrete foundations and black asphalt Verse 3: For the last farm in our town is goin’ down The woods falling off the old farm stand You’ll have to drive way out of this town To see a plow tillin’ the ground Cause the only crop around here Is cut with a riding John Deere The last farm in our town is goin; down
Heidi Winzinger
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Heidi Winzinger

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I originally wrote this song for my boss Rob Baumley who was retiring from the NJ Farmland Preservation office. Prior to preserving farmland he was one of the first soil scientists to survey New Jersey "the Garden State"!! I studied agriculture in college and received more formal training in soil identification and appreciation. I hope this song helps others appreciate our soil because it is truly one of our most precious and sometimes under appreciated resources! -Heidi

Lyrics

Back in the 1970’s G There was a soil scientist in New Jersey G C They said, right here in the Garden State G Their growin’ apples and blueberries and corn and hay G C They said the most important thing Isn’t the air you breath or the rain that falls They said the most important thing Is the earth below where the roots grow strong And they said, there is just one more thing Em C There tired of hearing people calling it what its not Em C So they wrote this song so everyone will remember Em C chorus: It’s not dirt it’s soil! It’s not dirt its soil! D G From the Highlands to the Delaware Bay Em G We got sandy loam and muck and clay Em G Growin’ our food everyday Em G its not dirt its soil D G So they set out across the land With a Munsell color chart and augers in their hands To survey and name All the soils New Jersey contained We’ve got Adelphia and Hammonton We’ve got Hazen and Woodstown and Washington We’ve got Turbotville and Quakertown Neshaminy and Holmdel and Collington And they said, there’s just one more thing Em C Their tired of people calling it what its not Em C So they wrote this song so everyone will remember Em C
Heidi Winzinger
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Heidi Winzinger

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The Jersey Devil is a legendary creature or cryptid said to inhabit the Pine Barrens of Southern New Jersey, United States. The creature is often described as a flying biped with hooves, but there are many different variations. The Jersey Devil remained an obscure regional legend through most of the 18th and 19th centuries until a series of purported sightings in 1909 gained it press coverage and wider notability. Dunning writes that the Jersey Devil was described in newspapers as having "leathery batlike wings", the body of a serpent and the head of a horse, cloven hooves, two small arms, a devil's forked tail, and a "horrifying screech". Heidi's song "Jersey" (Don't Kill Me) is a play on the Jersey Devil's immortality coming to an end. It is searching for a cure by drinking blood, but nothing works. Then, he is lured through the pines back to Leeds Point by a sister he didn't know existing who is more powerful a witch than his mother was. She offers her blood to give him true immortality, but she has to beg him to trust her and not kill her first.

Lyrics

Moonlight crawls across the black of night Labored breathe, you rest, under the pitch pines Four hundred years are wearing thin Kirkwood-Cohansey poised to drink you in Bemused by your need to journey on A spell of low smoke sweetly envelopes you Divine fragrance drives you to the Point Nostrils flared, the smell of kin blood yeah... chorus: Jersey don’t kill me Jersey don’t kill me Rewards unclaimed for you alive or dead Men still hunt you down across this barren land Immortality slipping away But here behind my door your resurrection lay Blood spilled from Red Bank to Barnegat Searching for the cure with every crimson drink Believing your kind were extinct But now the fourteenth child reveals herself to you Chorus Like you, death has walked past my door But decay has put a mark on you And I’ve had time to hone my sorcery And now I share with you our immortality chorus
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