Author, Novelist, Vegan Female Bodybuilder 21 yrs+, Lawmaker, Singer, Songwriter


Had to leave it unfinished.

You know, you can't make this stuff up.  I want to say so badly what happened.  


Some new lyrics up!    I want to comment and tell you a little bit about them.  Recordings, demos of them are in the process - someone working on it.   Got some people in mind.  I want to tell someone about the songs, too.   But you can have a sneak peak


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"I'll Never Get Over To You"

(jazz duet)

- by Joanne Shaw.

Unpublished copyright 2019 Joanne Shaw.  All rights reserved.
(A stab at a Frank Sinatra, Nat King Cole inspired duet.  I could not be more happy with the lyrics. It's a nice tune, too.   So is the song happy.)

click to read lyrics

Photograph Jacob Morch




"I'm Going To Listen 'Till I Know You Care."

(pop, young female audience.)

by Joanne Shaw.

Unpublished Copyright 2019 Joanne Shaw.  All rights reserved.

click to read lyrics

photograph SplitShire





Where Does The Shame Belong?

by Joanne Shaw

Unpublished copyright 1995 Joanne Shaw.  All rights reserved.

Anti child poverty blues song. click to read lyrics

I would really like Bob Dylan to sing this one, too.  In fact, take it off my back.  It is not really what I like to sing these days.   It was fine when I was mad and 20.  It's a guy's song.  He could wing it with one hand.  It's a good song, though.  He should test it out at a concert and get me my first royalty check faster.


Photograph Jacob Morch


This is a song (left) about a blackbird (and a gold fish). Someone online was talking about a blackbird on a fence and I thought, "I have a song about a blackbird on a fence" and it is about exactly what he was describing. I wrote it many years ago. I dug it out and posted it today. It is a very rough recording of me singing at my desk. Please listen to it here and read the lyrics (left, below, this page). I also put up a partial "The Reptile Cafe" on this page to cheer anybody up who needs it.



A Goldfish In A Bathtub ("The Only Way She's Known.")

Copyright 1995 Joanne Shaw.  All rights reserved.

(may hear accompanying audio above)



There's a black bird,

Sitting out my window,

Watching the other birds fly by.


He's sitting, resting on a lamppost,

Wanting to be part of the sky.


Another bird soars past him.

That first bird's watch him.

Does he even know he can fly?




There's a gold fish,

Swimming in a bathtub,

Waiting for a boy to clean her bowl.


She's swimming circles that she's use to,

Doesn't seem to know the bathtub's full.


Another circle's made by her.

The other water stays un-turned.

She's still swimming the only way she's known.

Unpublished copyright © Joanne Shaw 1995 - 2018.  All rights reserved.(with the exception of what is owned by another artist, which I did my best to specify.) 


This is new. I was listening to Bob Dylan's music lately. I've always been a huge Bob Dylan fan, but really am now.  My God is it healing.  I never really listened to all the words that closely to Blowing In The Wind, except that I knew I agreed with them.  I listened to it at least 30 times, which I always do when a song hit me. My God, it was exactly what I was thinking all month.  And I also I keep thinking about this man on a bench.   He and everyone around him is nearly dead and everyone just comes up to him and gives him socks.  


Knowing All and Singing to the Wind.

To the tune of Bob Dylan's Blowing In The Wind. (without permission)

By Joanne Shaw 

Written Oct 5th or 6th, 2018  (I might add some more verses, but I might write something else with it.)


I only see a man. Ya, a man and roads.

Some people won't let him sit down.


Death is all around me. And never in the stars.

Knowing all and singing to the wind.


How many times can some people say “dirt?”

Before they see that some men don't mind the ground.


She'll never save a soul. It's always something on the clothes.

I think, “They even do that to me.”


Death is all around me. And never in the stars.

Knowing all and singing to the wind.


You know, mountains don't move.

Won't be washed away by sea.

It's never washed away me.


It seems to take some men twice.

When I look up to see who's there.

For him to feel if he can sit next to me.


They always say to move

He'll never wash away.

They always try to sweep him away.


Death is all around me. And never in the stars.

Knowing all and singing to the wind.


I always feel free.

Never thought an endless sea.

Where can I find the sand when I cannot find the ground?


Death is all around me. And never in the stars.

Knowing all and singing to the wind.


Disclaimer: Bob Dylan's Blowing In The Wind and his other music is available for purchase all over the world and online wherever music is sold.

Lyrics to Blowing In The Wind
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
Yes, 'n' how many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
Yes, 'n' how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
Songwriters: Bob Dylan
Blowin' in the Wind lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Audiam, Inc

It's an advertising jingle for that non profit anti poverty charity, CARE, when I saw the television commercial as a child.

Lyrics (first song age 6):

On one meal a day, they try to survive.

So share.

And keep them alive.

By sending money to CARE.


(I thought it wasn't half bad for a 6 year old..  The tune's not half bad either. Haha.  I think its cute.)

oct. 8  I just threw a couples song's lyrics up to this website.  Really didn't get started.



“I Trust That You'll Then Understand”
(“Grass Is Greener Than Money”)
     by Joanne Shaw
(This is the first song I wrote (as an adult) in the mountains when I was 21 or so.  My, that was a long time ago.)
When was the last time you drank from a stream?
Or breathed mountain air? Or climbed in a tree?
Set down your brief case. Loosen your tie.
Get away from your clocks and your concrete sky.
Grass is greener than money;
And life more rich than your company.
Remember earth's beauty, before you destroy it.
I trust that you'll then understand.
With your car motor running, you can't hear the birds.
With your winged-tips on your feet, you can't feel the earth.
Your factory's burning; I can't smell a flower.
You can answer your planet, and still keep your power.
If I could find a star through the thick city lights,
I'd wish that the fish had clear water,
That spiders were safe, and grass wasn't groomed,
And we'd all hug a tree every day.


“Fortunes Of Thieves”

By Joanne Shaw

(Celtic Folk)

Fortunes of thieves;
They arrive at the scene of the crime,
With their headlines in hand,
"Vote for me!"

Fortunes of thieves;
Their headlines disguise what they're fighting for,
Things that they're living for,
Troubles they're causing for me
-- And you.

I can tell by the lack of surprise,
When their headlines are kept from your eyes.

If their lies hit your eyes
We agree that they're lies are just setting them free
-- For free.

Then we tell all our stories of horrors,
Of things that were stolen to keep
Fortunes for thieves.
To be.  Fortunes of thieves.

Fortunes of Thieves;
They are painting their rose-painted scenery,
Kept by their means and their greed.

Fortunes of thieves;
They all promise their rose painted scenery,
Lifetime security,
Left for the fury in me
-- And you.

(continued next page)



I can tell by the looks in their eyes,
As their stories are kept from your lives,


If their lies hit your eyes
And you see that their scenery's painting them free,
-- For free.

Then we paint all our stories of horrors,
Where roses were stolen to keep...fortunes for thieves.
We see fortunes of thieves.

Fortunes of thieves.
They inspire the lives that we're fighting for,
Hiding from, keeping us free.

Over again,

They are taking us back from us living there,
Holding them jury in me.
-- And you.

I can tell by the way we surprise them
When only their world seems to be.


If they're taking their lies and their scenery,
Locked by our fury and flee,
For free.

And their looks of surprise at their seeing us
Freeing our rose bushes keep -- fortunes from thieves.

We keep...fortunes from thieves.

We see... fortunes of thieves.

We free...fortunes of thieves.


Together we all get to keep...fortunes of thieves.

~~the end.