Live at Caffe Lena, Saratoga, NY on November 29, 2013. Caffè Lena is widely recognized as the oldest continuously operating coffeehouse in the United States. It is an internationally renowned cultural center and an American treasure. Opened in 1960, the café has helped to launch many of America's best loved songwriters, including Bob Dylan, Arlo Guthrie, Ani DiFranco and many more. It's also one of Toby's Favorite places to perform. www.caffelena.org www.littletobywalker.com
On the bill with the legendary John Mayall - 2/16/2010
A Blues Philosopher's look at the desirability of a full figured women verses "neck bone and spare rib". Toby has his guitar "talk" about the differences. A full "Laugh Out Loud" song! Little Toby Walker - Guitar, Vocal Toby Walker http://www.littletobywalker.com/ Videography by John Aalto.
This very inspiring song was sung by Ed Ames, circa 1968. The lyrics and music are by Davis/Aute. Few songs ever captured the GREAT QUESTIONS and challenges of the 20th and 21st Centuries like this great & powerful song. Truly haunting lyrics and questions we should all seek answers to... Enjoy, ... and please share with friends. Lyrics: Who Will Answer? Written by Davis / Aute (Chanted, with increasing melody) From the canyons of the mind, We wander on and stumble blindly Through the often-tangled maze Of starless nights and sunless days, While casting for some kind of clue Or road to lead us to the truth , But who will answer? Side by side two people stand, Together vowing, hand-in-hand That love's imbedded in their hearts, But soon an empty feeling starts To overwhelm their hollow lives, And when we seek the hows and whys, Who will answer? High upon a lonely ledge, a figure teeters near the edge, And jeering crowds collect below To egg him on with, "Go, man, go!" But who will ask what led him To his private day of doom, And who will answer? On a strange and distant hill, A young man's lying very still. His arms will never hold his child, Because a bullet running wild Has cut him down. And now we cry, "Dear God, Oh, why, oh, why?!" And who will answer? If the soul is darkened by a fear it cannot name, If the mind is baffled when the rules don't fit the game, Who will answer? Who will answer? Who will answer? In the rooms of dark and shades, The scent of sandalwood pervades. The colored thoughts in muddled heads Reclining in rumpled beds Of unmade dreams that can't come true, And when we ask what we should do, . . . Who? Who will answer?' Neath the spreading mushroom tree, The world revolves in apathy As overhead, a row of specks Roars on, drowned out by discotheques, And if a secret button's pressed Because one man has been outguessed, Who will answer? Is our hope in walnut shells Worn 'round the neck with temple bells, Or deep within some cloistered walls Where hooded figures pray in halls? Or crumbled books on dusty shelves, Or in our stars, ... or in ourselves, Who will answer?! If the soul is darkened By a fear it cannot name, If the mind is baffled When the rules don't fit the game, Who will answer? Who will answer? Who will answer? Alleluyah! Alleluyah! Alleluyah! http://lenbenhear.blogspot.com/