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This is my tribute to my friend Mike, who didn't wear his seatbelt that fateful day and died much too young.

Gray Hair And A Cane

Particles

Past Letters
By Kate Prendergast

Got a pain in my back 
From the weight on my shoulders
Been drinking with friends
Just to act a bit older
The weather was warm
But it’s getting colder
In the night

I stand there staring at the walls
Waiting for the one unwanted call
Trying to unlock the open door 
Somethings are worth waiting for

Got used to the voices 
But now they’re all gone
I’ve had my shot
But blew it for fun
And I know, and I know
And I know, life’s not done
All the lessons I’ve learned
Have been wrong

So I travel the world 
With just one thing in mind
Not to go grey before I find the time
To finally let go
Of the things I don’t know

The letters I wrote to my future self
I didn’t know this is all I’d amount to
If I’d know it back then
Would I do what I do?

Past Letters

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I beat it

I composed this song this morning on whim.....I had a few catchy lines, jotted them down, picked up my resonator guitar, and BAM!  There you are!!  So, I rushed downed stairs to my home studio, recorded it as fast as I could before I would forget how it goes.  Hope you enjoy it as much as I had fun writing and recording it!

I GUESS

A letra dessa música é uma poesia do Marcelo Almeida. E tanto as vozes quanto sua melodia foram criadas utilizando inteligência artificial.

Álbum:  "Elas Cantam Poesia 2".

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Não é nostalgia

Midnight approaching
cannon thunders on
here in the highlands
where we shed our bones
caught in the crossfire
we try to stay warm
drink up your courage lads
with fathers and sons

Like geese in a grinder
huddled in dark rain
shot through the shoulder
curse through the pain
come another morning
as the band plays the song
charge across the fields lads
with fathers and sons

Haven't seen my wife in three years
lost her locket in the battle of Shiloh  
but she will carry me 
into the battle below 

My son lost his leg at 
Lee's victory of Chancellorsville
walking on homemade crutches now
he followed Lee across the Potomac
into Maryland  
Sweet Home Maryland  

Now we gear for battle at Gettysburg
let the blue dogs know 
the gray boys have come 
bringing sharpshooters and canons 
and fathers and sons 
(fathers and son)
(fathers and son)

Bang the drum slowly
for the long road that runs
close to the blood
that covers everyone
holding the line
till morning is come
buried in the meadows
fathers and sons
fathers and sons
{fathers and sons}
fathers and sons

buried in the meadows
fathers and sons

fathers and sons
fathers and sons
(fathers and sons)
fathers and sons
(fathers and sons)

buried in the meadows
fathers and sons

Gettysburg (Fathers And Sons) - Lyrics in description

Timekeeper, Leave Me Still

Another Bird Leaves

Another Bird Leaves - Version 1

I made this one before. But it should have always sounded like this. I'm still learning, cut me some slack. ;)

Alternative Ending, Again

Music is our tangible path to intangible depth and beauty and soul. I hope to connect you with something meaningful at best. 

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