This is my favorite song on my album, 'The Sideman'  available on all online services, such as itunes.

Rollin Along

Getting Rid Of Britta

This is a basic demo intro of the first song on my upcoming album 50 Shades of Blue I am a disabled Vet, and I am depending on the kindness of Friends and Strangers to m,ake my dream come true! The project will be funded by Gofundme.com. Helm me by going to the site, and donate to Mike's Music Project!

Introwav

On The Bleepn Road

All My Life

There world will run out of juice at this rate

Finite

(This is a better copy of the same version)

Verse [Em][A]
Chorus [Em][C][D]

Dry my bones in the sun

Burnt hard 
every one will bleach white

I sit tight
Wait for the clouds
The sky is blue

I wait for the water
I used to get
From you

Get down turn around
I wanna see you flyin' all around the room

I don't feel how I used to feel
Somebody cooked me
Made a meal

Outta me

Somebody cut me up with knives and forks and spoons
Covered me whole
With mayonnaise 
Ooh ooh

Ride across the desert red
On a horse born in a riverbed
Gone dry

Lie in the sand 'till my skin begins to fry
'Till I blow away
My soul takes up the cry

Water blue come and save my soul
Bring it in an earthen bowl (no holes)

I remember the summer nights
The stars were cool by the fire light
Yes they were

Bathed faces in a dancing red glow
Firelight, put on a show for me

Ride the spray on an eastern shore
I drink of the sea
But I get no more relief

That salt desert
Takes all my strength
What a thief

With its burning shores
Its life so cold underneath

I swim down but I have no gills
The others there, they get their fill

I am alone
I am alone
I am alone
I am alone

Dry My Bones (In the Sun)

It's about the grief of ending a long relationship

Just My Old Tricks

One Last Thing

Collaboration with Tom Steele (@atltomm331)

Music and lyrics by Dan Berge
Arranged by Tom Steele (@atltomm331)

Dan Berge ~ Vocals
Tom Steele (@atltomm331) ~ Guitar

Peace
You know I'm never gonna find that thing
Naked bones push through my wasted skin
'Till the hunger brings me home

Clouds
An empty promise from the evil blue
Did you think this wouldn't be so cruel
For someone who don't look like you

No honour
No secrets
No pining for love
And no pride

Just tired
An endless summer in the burning sky
Tired of watching all my children die
In dreams I'm drowning in the sea

You
If I cared to I would take you in
Feel my pain and feel no pain again
Don't despair your life my friend

No honour
No secrets
No pining for love
And no pride

Just tired 

. . .

Tired
I couldn't even move to save my life
You people come and go but still I die
I only dreamt I was alive

At last
I walk and walk and walk until I fall
No wreath no song no tear no friend at all
Just us sinking in the sand

Tired (Electric)

Written by Dan Berge (@dan-berge) and Tom Steele (@atltomm331)
Produced by Tom Steele
Dan Berge - Vocals
Tom Steele - Guitar, Bass, Vocals

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He is not him
He is another person
Maybe a king
Maybe a younger version

Shake of his head and
His vision clears a moment
Those were the days

It's Sunday morning sloth
It's everything that you ever wanted

But you don't fly away like that
You stay until it's done

No you don't fly away like that
You stay until the final curtain
You stay until it's done

Get on the fun train
Get off your old pain
Soon forgotten

It's Sunday morning sloth
It's everything that you ever wanted

You don't fly away like that
You stay until it's done

I eat my lot like a layered onion
Is there any other way?
Fill up that space with a world of fun and
If you wanna hang till sundown
Lazy baby
If you wanna feel that haze
You'll stay until it's done

She is not her
She is upon the ocean
Raise up her hand
Rain down sweet emotion

And on the sand
The sky her entertainment
These are the days

It's Sunday morning sloth
It's everything that you ever wanted

You don't fly away like that
You stay until it's done

No you don't fly away like that
You stay until the final curtain
You stay until it's done

Get on the fun train
Get off your old pain
Soon forgotten

It's Sunday morning sloth
It's everything that you ever wanted

I don't want more
I don't want more
I don't want more

Getting Rid Of Britta

atltom331

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