This is a song about the artwork on my cellphone that was created by our daughter, Celeste.  Dave Bell of Blue Attitude on guitar.

Frida Gough

There I was studying the menu when my cellphone rang.
I muted it and placed it on the table down.
Then I smiled at the waitress and told her I was sorry.  
She just stared at my phone.
She said, "Who's that on the back?  Is that our Frida Kahlo?"

Frida Gough, that's the name I gave her when she first was made.
An artist's stroke created by our daughter.  Made to get a grade.

Then she gasped and ran into the kitchen screaming for the crew.
They all came out and walked up to our tableside.  
They all smiled with big hellos, admiring my cellphone, 
and cheered, "You drink's on the house."
I didn't miss a beat and ordered some Famous Grouse.

Frida Gough, face-up on the table down in Mexico
brings free drinks wherever they remember Frida Kahlo.

The Playa Grande and even Todo Santos filled our cups with wine.
A caipirinha, Dos Equis and a mudslide free.
We all danced our way through Cabo, 
thanking Frida Kahlo, living life at its best.
They bring another round to toast our daughter Celeste.

Frida Gough, tequila and the lemons down in Mexico
are free to go wherever they remember Frida Kahlo.
Frida.  Frida.  Frida, Frida.  Frida. Frida Kahlo.  ¡Salud!

Frida Gough

I have been banging my head against the wall on something new & needed a detour (this happens A LOT). I have a TON of unfinished work & picked this little "floater" to finish up. I just added some Lead Guitar & it is no longer in the "Unfinished" folder. Is it a masterpiece? Certainly not, but I hope you feel the mood 😎

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AMERICAN MADE
By David Snyder

V1

She says she’s from Jersey
And that’s ok by me
Cause she listens to Springsteen
And she was born to be free
And she’s friendly with Jesus
And she’s friendly with me
And she looks like a woman
In the sun or the shade
And whatever I owe her
She’s says she’s already paid

CH

And she’s American made
Sexy and strong
And she’s American made
So I wrote her song
Sings like an angel, and her love never fades
I thank God that she found me
What else can I say
She’s American made

V2

So I drove her to Pittsburgh
To see McCartney play
And she said that she loved me
When he sang Yesterday
And she’s a Rock ‘n Roll Mystery
She’s a Rock ‘n Roll song
And when I feel her kiss me
That’s where I belong

CH

And she’s American made
Sexy and strong
And she’s American made
So I wrote her song
Sings like an angel, and her love never fades
I thank God that she found me
What else can I say
She’s American made

V3

So I’m not watching TV
Until I’ve cast my vote
Cause all of those people
They’ll just be cutting my throat
I’d rather be with my sweet girl
By some mountain steam
Because inside of her heart
She’s my American Dream

CH

And she’s American made
Sexy and strong
And she’s American made
So I wrote her song
Sings like an angel, and her love never fades
I thank God that she found me
What else can I say
She’s American made

All Music and Lyrics copyright 2024 by David Snyder
ASCAP/Day of Faith Records

David Snyder: Vocals, Acoustic and Electric 12 string guitars, Lead Guitar, additional instrumentation, production, engineering, mixing and mastering

Dedicated to the lovely and epic Gayle Snyder, best wife, singer, musician, co-writer, best friend, maker of feasts and super awesome party planner and adventurous travel buddy ever. She’s American Made if anyone ever was. And yes, she loves Jesus and America, too.

AMERICAN MADE

FIND MY WAY BACK HOME
Words and music by
Torrey Bliss/Ron Helm
©2024 Glass Gate Music BMI

It's been so long, I've been away from you
My skies have turned gray I feel lost, and confused
The road I'm on, oh I know has led me far away
I've got to turn back to you now
If it's not too late

I've got to find my way back home
to you, to you
I'm no good out on my own
You know it's true

I left home to seek a dream not meant for me
I left behind the very thing that I need
Standing still here I can see I've drifted far, far away
Only you can lead me on now to a much brighter day

'Cause I've got to find my way back home
to you, to you
I'm no good out on my own
You know it's true
Help me find my way back home
to you, to you
I'm no good out on my own
You know it's true

I'm done with the past, moving on
I never will find you there

Lost and forgotten dreams
I left them all yesterday
I'll let 'em all, let 'em all just fade away
Now I'm

I'm gonna find my way back home
to you, to you
I'm no good out on my own
You know that it's true
I'm gonna find my way back home
to you, to you
You're watching, you're waiting there
Lead me back to you
I'm gonna find my way back home
to you, to you

Find My Way Back Home

FIND MY WAY BACK HOME

He was running the horizon
A blur against the sky 
Midnight black in the daylight 
In the corner of my eye

I was barely 21
He was somewhere in his prime
Had more heart than sense
But I guess that comes with time

Thunder on the hillside 
The sound comes across 
Warm breath in the cold mist
In the shadow of the horse 

When I was 38
He lost part of his soul
She was a mare without compare
I couldn’t help or console

Some days are short and narrow
As I look back on our time
He still wanders the fields
He’s a ghost of his prime

But, thunder on the hillside
Freedom at all cost
Springtime in the valley
Another year of the horse

Yeah, thunder on the hillside
Sadness like a force
Goodbyes and farewells
The last season of the horse

Black Horse

Hey drifter, take my hand,     Are these roads at your command?
 Can I journey by your side,   get the thrill of this wild ride?
 we are getting high on a cosmic ride
 Underneath the open sky
 It's the fire in your eyes In the heat of the night
  Drives me insane.

    I saw you dancing in the crowd
 And heard you laughing clear and loud
After all the rows we've had , I was hoping that we don't go back
Mad enough now to redefine
In days before  we would read the sign
It's the fire in your eyes In the heat of the night
  Drives me insane.

  I won't ride with anybody
  I could call on anybody
  Fire is burning in your eyes
  Fire is burning in your eyes
  Fire is burning, burning, burning

  This how the story goes
 You and me on the open road
 As long as you are next to me,  right where you're supposed to be
Our hearts ignite, no need to restrain
 Our love burns bright, no need to explain
 It's the fire in your eyes In the heat of the night
 Drives me insane.
 It's the fire in your eyes In the heat of the night
 Drives me insane.
 Fire in your eyes In the heat of the night.

The Fire In Your Eyes

Lyrics: R.W. Davis
Vocals: D.A. Hughes
Music, arrangement, mix, master: me

Image by kjpargeter on Freepik

So Far Away

The title transition is based on how this song originated to how it was finished. On 4/7 BobH and I were jamming to a low volume click track.  Consequently we varied the temp.  Also there were gaps in our playing and the tone of Bob's guitar was very trebly. No matter what I did I could not get the timing perfect, even with Melodyne, or vary the guitar tone to our satisfaction, thus we decide to junk it. A couple weeks later I had the idea to convert Bob's guitar audio track to MIDI as you all know I work better in MIDI than audio. In MIDI I corrected that tempo, eliminated the gaps, and either rewrote or copy and pasted Bob's guitar track to what you hear now, hence the title Transition.  Band-in-a-Box added the backing tracks and jammed along using my Squire P-Bass and my Xaviere 335 guitar.

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