The Billings Outpost

McCormack’s death left lyrical legacy

EDITOR’S NOTE: Daniel McCormack, a restaurant worker, writer, musician and longtime friend of the Outpost whose greatest artistic achievement may have been the elegance and grace of his own life, died last week. He was 58 (see obituary).

The last time I saw him, a few months before his death, he told me that he would soon be no longer be able to walk. He said this as casually as anyone else might toss out a worn-out pair of tennis shoes.  Life was too precious to fret over inconveniences. (Please read JimLarson's rememberance of "Lunch with Daniel").

Occasionally, he sent us original poems and song lyrics that we were free to publish as we saw fit. As it happened, we still had two recent efforts in our files at the time of his death. They appear below.

Surfing Siberia
say hello to sunshine
cloudy days are through
let me tell ya’, people
what we’re gonna do
we’re goin’ north for the winter
oh, won’tcha come and play
we’ll be surfin’ siberia
come christmas day
pack the boards in the lexus
and away we go
forget about texas
and mexico
california was a fun place
but it’s almost gone
so we’re headin’ for the one place
where we can party on
we’ll be surfin’ siberia
every girl and boy
ridin’ down a tidal wave
and jumpin’ for joy
hot fun in the wintertime
on a northern shore
we’ll be surfin’ siberia
for ever more
ho-daddies from helsinki
babes from bejing
kahunas from krakow
come to do their thing
bikinis by the baltic
searchin’ for some fun
wahinis from warsaw
in the midnight sun
surfin-surfin’ siberia
just like a magazine
every single cutie there
is a beauty queen
see the super swinger swayin’
on reality TV
surfin-surfin’ siberia
all for you and me
yes, it’s surfin’ siberia
all for me and you
we’ll be surfin’ the artic
before we’re through
see santa in a speedo
he’s hangin’ ten
surfin’ sweet siberia
at the world’s end
‘cause it’s the end of days, kids
and we got no cares
we’re goin’ out surfin’
insteada sayin’ prayers
we’ll dancin’ by the bonfire
or we’ll be shootin’ the curl
surfin-surfin’ siberia
runnin’ down the world
surfin’ siberia
Untitled
oh, mama, don’t cry
about what was
believe it goes the way it does
it may not all make sense
but there are no accidents along the way 
 – welcome to today
and, papa, don’t sigh
about what’s not
just try to get to the things you’ve got
use’em or lose’em
and you’ll always have a lot to give away
 – welcome to today
‘cause life is not a dress rehearsal
love is not a bill of goods
god is not a bearded wonder
or a path out of the woods
we aren’t on the t.v.
or off to see the wiz
so we better just let it cut loose
‘cause it’s the only dance there
is...
feel the swing and sway
hear the caller say
welcome to today
and step right up
when it’s time to go
we only learn what we don’t know
time to take the pathway clear
so that we came come right here and say
 – welcome to today
‘cause life is not a dress rehearsal
love is not a shopping list
god is not a bearded wonder
or a path out through the mist
this ain’t no game show
we’re not off to see the wiz
so we better just let it cut loose
‘cause it’s the only dance there
is...
oh, feel the swing and sway
 hear the caller say
  let the music play
   dance the night away
    welcome to today
     hey, welcome
       to today.

Copyright 2012 Wild Raspberry Inc.

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