Find Your Light
by Tammy Jann
©  2022

Why did you let others 
cast shadows in your mind
did you think your happiness
was theirs to define
you chose to wear their darkness
like a heavy winter coat
it doesn't fit, take it off
free yourself to search for hope


chorus
Wake up, Wake up
follow the stars in your eyes
Fly Away, Fly Away
like a bird up to the skies
don't let another day pass you by
find the strengh
to find your light


It takes time for you to climb
out from your own abyss
adjust your sight to help yourself
see the things that you've missed
The haze of yesterdays
are always steeped in gloom
 find your way to brighter days
when you let yourself bloom


bridge
Have courage
believe you can grow
the light that guides you
is your own

Tammy

FIND YOUR LIGHT

Loverless

North Of Nowhere

Original composition by Natasha Lin, composed January 2015, Melbourne, Australia.
Recorded and produced by Prismface (Zac Richards)

Ghost (Natasha Lin)

Howling at the moon			V1.0			RogersonLB

V1
Pumpkin soup on the stove top 
Fresh bread cooking slow
Down below the floorboards
Demons starting to stir
Getting hot in hell’s restaurant right now

Chorus
Hearing them howling at the moon
Baying at the beams
Howling at the moon
All is not what it seems
When you hear Howling at the moon

V2
Lunatics hide from street lights
Frenzied fools start to bite
Clouds darken the night sky
They’re coming to meet
Dinners on in hell’s restaurant right now

Chorus
Hearing them howling at the moon
Baying at the beams
Howling at the moon
All is not what it seems
When you hear Howling at the moon


Bridge
Got my chef’s hat on
I used to be a werewolf but I’m alright Now –wwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Chorus
Hearing them howling at the moon
Baying at the beams
Howling at the moon
All is not what it seems
When you hear Howling at the moon


Howling At The Moon

Flower Child			Draft			RogersonLB

V1
Walked around the bend in the river 
saw her swimming in the rock pool
naked like the day she was born
not a stitch, naked as the days she was born

Chorus
Free like the breeze through the trees
Flower child lived as she choosed
With the beauty of a rose my heart she exposed
Flower child lived as she choosed

V2
last summer was one to remember
those hot evenings held in her arms
promised it wont last past the fall
not my choice, wont last past the fall

Still come back to this rock pool
strip off and remember how she'd feel




Flower CHild -Song 13 -2016 50 Songs in 90 Days

Pops Grave			Draft			RogersonLB

V1
Pulling of the interstate,
this turnpikes just new
have to get around the hypermart too

sure changed from when we were kids
I can see Nans new place on the hill

Chorus
Hey Nan the old cotton gins are gone
they've put concrete on the road
electric trains on the rails
do you remember I am here to take you
to visit pops grave

V2
Getting through all these gates
till I get to her room
just keep talking she recognise me soon

Chorus
Hey Nan the old cotton gins are gone
they've put concrete on the road
electric trains on the rails
do you remember I am here to take you
to visit pops grave

Bridge
something about kin, without them
you got nothing, you got nothing

Chorus
Hey Nan the old cotton gins are gone
they've put concrete on the road
electric trains on the rails
do you remember I am here to take you
to visit pops grave


Pops Grave - Song 43 -2016 50 SOngs in 90 Days

The Fray

Time Has Gone

Wedding dress on 			RogersonLB     2012

Cocooned in her room with Pacabel’s cannon playing on the Gramophone
Young child with a sheet flowing out of her pants pretending it a bridal dress
Her beds now a white Cadillac limo parked on the church’s porch
One and all stand as the doors open wide as she lightly floats inside
To the sounds of her friends excited sighs

HER Wedding dress on 
Her Wedding dress on
Her Wedding dress on

The tramp she asks for just a lousy dollar if you walk past in the park
Says her chauffeurs late and she’s a needing a taxi got no money right now
The train of her once beautiful dress is now just all tatters and mess
Gives her Hepburn look then Marilyn walks to the exit door stage right
To buy her champagne sherry hit tonight


HER Wedding dress on 
Her Wedding dress on
Her Wedding dress on


This younger girl was in love with another living out her child hood dream
Got her detention with destruction when her groomsman fled the scene,
 Kept her veil and flowers, shoes and 

HER Wedding dress on 
Her Wedding dress on
Her Wedding dress on



Wedding Dress On

River flows in you - Yiruma
Performance by Yazan Makdah

Piano Music | River Flows In You - Yiruma | موسيقى بيانو هادئ

Does not really talk about himself in the third person, thinks ARTY should do his homework before he goes to bed and, must not drink his own bath water as this has had someone washing in it. ARTY likes hanging out the washing on sunny days and writing songs about how wet the sheets are, he then spends an inordant amount of time spell chhecking documents and looking under his bed for his lost memories and last nights dinner wrappers.

Most imporantly ARTY believes that good music should be spelt with three o's in Good, so this is GOOOD and is a little bit further away from God which has only one o in Good. The only serious thing he does not like is songwriters who are so lazy they keep using the same word as their crux for not working hard enough and then expect to be congratulated for this amazing exploit of the explotation of a swearword which without the song would not be an unforgetable diatribe of the primal ooze of conciousness, really and I do really i do not give a F about the use of the F words or worse in songwriting.

So if you have been silly enough to get this far, he does want to start collaborating more and learning more than somethiing about the format and requirement of writing Nashville style songs, story,conversational. no metaphor, get in there tell it and FINISH- He does though have a penchant and a paper bag with a twist of monumental proportions and strangely just keeps doing it, looking over his shoulder and throwing salt, but (not the butt when you stand too close to a got butt) then Arty is just a little bit left of centre and down the road a bit and if you look hard you will see him hiding behind the letter box at number 5.

Pops Grave - Song 43 -2016 50 SOngs in 90 Days

Arty Redsocks

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