@notchrispocket: And you are pretty nice for saying so : )

I really like your voice, and this break here is very pretty

I like it ,unique and a little strange!!!

Great pop track!! Absolutely love the orchestration!! (Been listening to all your tracks this morning--great stuff! You should think about putting it out as a Bandcamp EP or album--really cool and original stuff!)

@againstmyself: too kind! peace and love : )

Penelope is enraptured with this track!!!

Back to black -cover - Viola & Foresto

She Never Buys Me Nice Flowers

Your Catcher in the Rye

Perfect © Chris Wiggs 25.09.19
Artwork © Chris Wiggs 26.09.19

Perfect
V1
Seems like I’ve been dreaming 
The whole evening
On a blue, far off shoreline
Glimpses stealing
The one true meaning
Seen perfectly

V2
I’ve been slow boat flying
The landscape lying
Smoothly to the skyline
Sun sets blazing 
The pale moon’s lazing
Goes drifting by

Ch1
So, if you should take,
Take for a moment, just a moment
If you ever wondered why
Why it’s so perfect, so perfect, you cry

The play we’re in today
Speaks our lines, writes our lives
It plays on perfectly

V3
You may waken going
The river’s flowing
The dream is passing by
Fortune’s favour is
Destined, later
When asking why

V4
There is no use trying
By word or writing
Reasoning those states so rare
Restless questers
Like courtyard jesters
So far away

Ch2
So, if you should take,
Take for a moment, just a moment
If you ever wondered why
Why it’s so perfect, so perfect, you cry

The play we’re in today
Speaks our lines, writes our lives
It plays on perfectly
Speaks our minds, writes our times
It plays on perfectly

Perfect

Pale Face Boy - a Saturday morning improvisation at the Walker household...Arranged into a nifty little jam by Paul Janszen in his nifty little studio in his Amsterdam abode.

Seth Walker - Rhythm Guitar 
Mike Walker - Lead Guitar, Bass Guitar & Vocals
Paul Janszen - Drum Programming, Mixing, Arrangements & Mastering

Pale Face Boy

Ooops, son of a gun
I was having fun
Well I stepped outside
Was met by the sun
Melted right down
Son of a gun
A Pale Face Boy
A hoy hoy hoy
He melts like butter
He is smoking his way 
Up out of the gutter
Playing a fool
Punk Rock & Roll
Oh oops, son of a gun

Ooops, son of a gun
I was cooked by the sun
Not for the money but 
Give me some more
Drinking down the night
A quarter to four
Pale Face Boy
Hoy, hoy, hoy
Pale Face Boy
Ha, ha, ha
Stepped outside
Son of a gun
He was melted like butter
To be is Not to be
Let it be right
There's no time for wrong
It's all closing in
The odds are stacked against you my friends
So make the best of what you've got right now
and kick it in the ass
I know you will somehow

Pale Face Boy

Written and arranged by Stef Be in Kelowna, BC.
Produced and Engineered by Joel Bruyere at The Drawing Room, Nashville, Tn.

This Storm

35yrs ago in Germany every now and then I'd see a band the Nize Boys and they did a song called "Bar of Last Resorts" I don't remember the song but I loved the idea so I wrote my own. Inspiration comes from best memories or the worst...enjoy.

The Bar Of Last Resorts

Sweet Periphery

Like a lot of musicians and songwriters, I've been using the coronavirus shutdown as a time to work intensively on a new album that's slowly been taking shape over the past few months. "Shelter for Your Soul" is the first of the new songs I'll be uploading in the weeks ahead. It features the fabulous Wendy Lynn Staats on violin. (Wendy is the multitalented drummer/ violinist/ singer for the Madison band Sunspot.)
Main guitars are my Gretsch 2420 hollowbody and my '66 Guild Starfire XII.
LYRICS:
Shelter for Your Soul
***Words & Music by Timothy Walsh

We don’t say words that we don’t know.
I can’t believe that you must go.
I understand you’re hurting now but you have got to realize
we never signed up for this show.

Chorus:
I’m hoping you can find your way to someplace whole—
find a little shelter for your soul.

We were so young when we first met.
Your eyes could light the world on fire.
You were so wild even then I knew that someday you’d be gone,
and that just stoked up our desire.

Chorus

Bridge:
I can’t take you there I know.
I was hoping baby that you wouldn’t go.
Now I lie awake through the night
remembering all our days together—I see you in the pale blue light.

Now I’m sitting by the fire,
feeling low as a flat tire.
I wonder if you’re working now or if you’re shacked up with some guy
a lonely rose among the briars.

Words & Music by Timothy Walsh
Vocals, guitars, bass: Timothy Walsh
violin solo and violin arrangement by Wendy Lynn Staats
Recorded and mixed by Timothy Walsh at Yew Tree Studios

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