Marc Jonathan Haney

Story

 I had performed this song a few times over a couple of years, but I never felt that it was quite finished. The title was changed from "Just Because I Know It's Right" to "The 90° Angle" after I heard a song that my son had written for his wife. They had both majored in math, so it was a love song that used several mathematical "expressions" math lovers would appreciate. In the true folk tradition, I "borrowed" the phrase "every little once in awhile" from a Leadbelly song called Sylvie

Lyrics

The 90° Angle

 

I don’t always need a tunnel at the other end of the light

Or a dream to come and wake me in the middle of the night

‘Cause every little once in awhile I do what I do

Just because I know it’s right

 

There are so many needs around us crying out to be heard

How can one person make a difference? Who can make a raging river turn?

A flood can start with raindrops or tears from sad eyes

So be a sandbag or a shoulder, just do what you know is right 

 

‘Cause I know it’s right I don’t waste my time worrying

About things they say can’t be done because they’ve never been done before

The day my Maker called He said come just as I am

And now I know everything is gonna be all right

 

You can live for your possessions, positions and wealth

But they’ll give you little comfort when you’re all by yourself

But selfless acts come back to you like songs in the night

Just because you did what you knew was right

 

‘Cause I know it’s right I don’t waste my time worrying

About things they say can’t be done because they’ve never been done before

The day my Maker called He said come just as I am

And now I know everything is gonna be all right

 

I don’t always need a tunnel at the other end of the light

Or a dream to come and wake me in the middle of the night

‘Cause every little once in awhile I do what I do

Just because I know it’s right

 

Cause every little once in awhile I do what I do

Just because I know it’s right

 

                                        © marc jonathan haney 2008

 

 

 

 

Marc Jonathan Haney

Story

Dixie and I became friends in ninth and tenth grade. We didn't have a lot of time together, and the time we did have was never romantic (although she could have easily changed that with a wink). It was just fun being friends. I moved away, finished high school, joined the Navy, got married, raised a family and did the other important things that make you less aware of the years rushing by. I never saw her again after 1971, but I kept hoping I would. I really wanted to introduce her to my family and catch up on some of the events of the decades that had passed.

I connected with another friend from that same period and he told me that Dixie had died in a motorcycle accident, just a few years after we all graduated from high school. A short time later I happened to be looking at my yearbook, reading what Dixie had written and realized that the ink on that page was from one of the last times we had been together. I'm still hoping to locate someone in her family so I can give them a copy of this song and let them know that "Dixie was a friend of mine." 

Lyrics

The Heart of Dixie

I never was your boyfriend, we never even kissed

I’ll bet you never realized how much you would be missed

But we had some times and the times we had were fun

And I never thought you could die so young

 

Sixteen years and I’d never been south

To the Mason-Dixon Line

But that was the year I caught the spirit of Dixie

Dixie was a friend of mine

I loved the laughter in her eyes, her hair and her heart of gold

When she smiled it made me feel

Like I’d just come in from out of the cold

 

There’s a place in every heart where true friends

Just seem to find their way

Dixie found that place in my heart

And that’s where she stayed

She said we had some times that she would never forget

I’m gonna hold on to that and pray that somewhere

Deep in the heart of Dixie

She’s still got a memory of me

 

I never was your boyfriend, we never even kissed

I’ll bet you never realized how much you would be missed

 

© 2008 Marc Jonathan Haney

Marc Jonathan Haney

Story

"Lord Have Mercy" was originally released on a cassette called The Plains Label 1992 Summer Sampler. It featured 6 songs I had written, mostly for other artist's projects (by the way, if you're into that "cool retro audio thing," I have LOTS of cassettes available!). I decided to re-record it and make it the last song on The 90° Angle so the CD would end with an upbeat song and a reminder that in order for grace to keep flowing to us it has to be flowing through us.

Lyrics

 Lord Have Mercy  

 

I wanna put a smile on every heart

Light  the light in every eye

Do my best to get the rest

Of the world to realize

That the love we give

In the life that we live

Is gonna testify on the day we die

More than anything else we did

 

Lord have mercy on me

I’m not what I should be

I need the love that only comes from above

To come down and pay a visit to me

Lord have mercy on us

Lord have mercy on them

Let me do my part  to mend a broken heart

Let everybody say Amen

 

I’m gonna put my faith in God

Gonna live what I believe

Because I know the grace I show 

Is the grace that I receive

Don’t let my Christianity

Be like the kind that’s on TV

I’m just who I am doin’ the best I can

Cryin’ Lord have mercy on me (chorus)

 

© Marc Jonathan Haney 1992

Story

Anya had come to America from Moscow and I was teaching her to play the guitar. She was usually coming from cross country practice so occasionally she'd arrive a little late (practice was in Wellsville, not Moscow - that would be a different type of "cross country"). While the weather was nice enough, we had the lessons out on the front porch. This song is called Waiting for Anya because I wrote it while I was . . . waiting for Anya. I even recorded some of the sounds from the front porch (wind chimes, traffic, etc.) to maintain the original atmosphere!

Marc Jonathan Haney

Story

I was asked by a co-worker if I ever wrote songs for "special occasions." It was her wedding anniversary and she wanted to give her husband something unique. She told me that he really liked Colorado, which was nice because I had been there and I liked it too. When she came back from her lunch break I gave her this song. It might have taken a little longer to write if she had wanted a song about Saskatoon or Mozambique or International Falls. The fact that she was in charge of payroll was not a factor in the decision to make the quick dip into my creative cache.

This original version of this song was released in 1989 on a cassette titled "Against the Grain."

Lyrics

Any Time I Close My Eyes

Sometimes at night I close my eyes 

And my thoughts begin to climb

To a place with air so cool and sweet

Up near the timberline

Such a place of inspiration

Like the poet’s perfect rhyme

Though you’re miles away from these Kansas plains

I can see you Colorado any time I close my eyes

 

My thoughts of you are always new

Yet my words never quite describe

The power of your beauty

Or the secrets that you hide

In a moment that lasts a lifetime

Is a glimpse through forever eyes

Though you’re years away from these Kansas plains

I can see you Colorado any time I close my eyes

 

Anytime I close my eyes

I see the Rockies start to rise

I hear the crystal, rippling, mountain streams

And I swear I smell the pines

And I’m back in Colorado

Any time I close my eyes

 

Your silvery, snowcapped mountain tops

Shine in the sun as it warms the trees

And the whispering, dancing Aspen leaves

Turn and bow to an autumn breeze

Such a place of inspiration

Like the poet’s perfect rhyme

Just a day away from these Kansas plains

I can see you Colorado any time I close my eyes

 

© 2008 Marc Jonathan Haney

Story

I had heard an amazing story about some high school students from Uniontown, Kansas that began with research for a Social Studies project and ended with the world learning about a beautiful, little, giant of a woman named Irena Sendler. It actually hasn't ended and shows no signs that it ever will. Take the time to check out Irena's story and the story of Life in a Jar at www.irenasendler.org, it is absolutely amazing!

My wife and I had gone to Chanute, Kansas to attend a performance of Life in a Jar. I came home with enough ideas for what I thought might turn into a whole musical, but this song is what was produced by the inspiration I received that night. I later had the privilege and honor of performing Giants Among Us after a Kansas City performance of Life in a Jar.

Lyrics

Giants Among Us

There are giants among us my friend

Hidden in  the frames of women and men

Some of their stories are told, some we’ll never know

But it hardly matters to them

 

Oh sing of Irena’s brave deeds

Of the children she valiantly freed

And the lives that were spared when she chose to care

And think less of herself than of these

 

There’s a world so distraught and deranged

Hearts filled with fear and broken by pain

But despair and distrust break down into dust

When a brave soul decides it must change

 

So look in your heart and you’ll find

What it is only you can provide

Decide once and for all that you’ll answer the call

To give love from a heart opened wide

 

© Marc Jonathan Haney 2008

Marc Jonathan Haney

Story

I wrote this song for a friend in need of some encouraging words after a loved one's passing. Much of the imagery came from observations I made during a year on a tiny island in the Indian Ocean. In this song I also confess that though I did serve a four year enlistment in the Navy, none of that time was spent anywhere near a ship - so I could not honestly call myself a sailor. The theme of this song comes from Mark's Gospel (4:41), where Jesus' disciples, feeling seasick and awestruck, asked "Who then is this, that even the wind and the sea obey Him?"

Lyrics

Even the Winds Obey

There are fair winds that bring us blessing

There are gales that make the sailor curse the sky

And there are gentle, soothing, summer breezes

We don’t notice ‘til they’ve passed us by

 

There are winds of change that rearrange

Our most carefully planned and charted course

And with shredded sails and broken mast

We lift our eyes when the storm has passed

To the glory of undiscovered shores

 

And the winds we thought would drive us to destruction

Are the same winds that blow the storms away

As we learn to hear the voice of our instruction we learn

It’s a voice even the winds obey

 

I have never truly been a sailor

But I watched the ocean safely from the sand

I’ve seen the storm clouds gather on the water

As if in response to some command

 

 

There are those who see a world adrift in chaos

Where random chances like the fates determine what they will

But I have felt a guiding hand

That numbers stars and grains of sand

And heard his voice tell my storms “Peace, be still”

 

And the winds we thought would drive us to destruction

Are the same winds that blow the storms away

As we learn to hear the voice of our instruction we learn

It’s a voice even the winds obey

 

Somewhere the winds are always blowing

It’s really all that winds can do

But I’m a better man for knowing

The gentle breeze that filled my sails ‘long side of you (to chorus)

 

© 2008 Marc Jonathan Haney

Monthly Newsletter Sign-up

It would be privilege for me to be able to contact you regarding upcoming appearances, new music being released, videos and blog posts, wit, humor and other news. Your valued contact will not be shared and you may cancel any time you choose.

I didn't quit I was kicked out

. . . of the Alfred E. Newman Community College School of the Stoic and Apathetic Arts after it was discovered that I had paid my tuition with funds drawn on an interest bearing checking account.