Name: Renegade by Bert Keith in Just Passing Through
Duration: 2 min 58 s
Description: I wrote this song for my friends at the Renegade, Lyrics for Lunch on Saturdays. Musical support from David Robinson

Just Passing Through is a collection of personal songs written, performed and collaborated with a team of friends, producers, session musicians, artists, songwriters, coaches. mentors and vocalists over the period of the last couple years. Many of these nice people are quite talented and it is the team work that takes each song from bare bones to production. Thank you for your support.

Just Passing Through

Dedicated to the life and mission of Alexei Navalney to keep the expression and freedom of non violent political discussion of government performance alive in the world without political persecution and interference Democracy is on the ballot. Just think about it. We can't have progress without peaceful discussion and respect.
Jennifer Yoo Vocals
Bert Keith      Vocals
Julia Amirova Piano
Andy Warner Drums, Bass, Guitar, Piano, Organ Production

Where The Sunlight Meets The Chill

Hold you in my arms

So often separation and goodbye is difficult but we can do it with class and reminded of the good memories to relive the magic. Written about songwriter co write separation and band break ups. Arranged and Produced by Andy Warner.

Take This Song With You

When the chill in the air wakes you to a beautiful fall day... 

Sweet and Chilly Morning -Janice Brittain Music

Here you Are -Janice Brittain Music.wav

American Brew A neat place I visited where I composed this song.

Give Me Coffee Or Give Me Death Copyright Albert Keith 2025

Good Coffee is the cure on the path to righteousness
A small latte made with flowers atop the white cup crest
Cinnamon on the bar top, Blueberry muffins are so fresh
Where the shots took me to hell last night, the whiskey is the best

	
I looked up from the counter at the bottles on the bar
The label said Tarnished truth, It didn’t seem so far
Johnny Walker on the shelf, Bourbon Cream to Baileys ears
Bailey says why not, The Whistling Pig is here

American Brew, Give me coffee or give me death 
Where the the steam rises and my heartache starts to rest
American Brew, Give me coffee or give me death	


If  my soul dwells in Larceny, turn it off, I’ve had enough			
American Brew, Give me coffee, Or Give Me death
last night was really tough, turn it off I am a mess		
American Brew, Give me coffee, Or Give Me death
			
Bailey’s drink still on my breath, Yes I kissed the whistling pig
Just a minute, tarnished truth passed me on my street, 
Jameson, Lady Liberty,  Whiskey Rebellion,all the rest
American Honey, walk of shame, bitch slapped me in my chest

If my soul dwells in Larceny, turn it off, I’ve had enough			
American Brew, Give me coffee, Or Give Me death
last night was really tough, turn it off I am a mess
Where  the steam rises, my heartache starts to rest

					
Across the bridge to heaven to be near American Brew			
just a drop of latte, and  I’ll feel special too
just a drop of latte, and  I’ll feel special too

American Brew- Give Me Coffee Or Give Me Death

A baby was born on the W Train the night before my mom's birthday, with some help from strangers. I wrote a song about it during February Album Writing Month. Thank you to Wobbie Wobbit for mixing.

A Baby Got Born
Nancy Cunningham

Somebody's baby got born on a subway train this morning 
I saw it in the paper, so maybe it happened last night
Some baby got herself born in the first car on a W train
She found a stranger to help her out 
Made me smile, they think she's  gonna be alright 

You used to be a baby on a subway train most mornings 
You used to mostly like it, unless we’d had a rough night 
Then you’d cry like the baby in the first car on the W train , 
Til a stranger   would help you out 
He would smile like it's all gonna be alright 
Til you'd Smile, like we're all gonna  gonna be alright

So if you see a baby on a subway train this morning 
If you see a mother who needs a little help some night 
If you see somebody who used to be a baby in the first car on the W train, be a stranger,  help ‘em out 
Go on Smile like you'reall gonna be alright   
Until they smile, like  you're all gonna be alright 

Tell 'em a baby got born on a subway train one morning
Go on smile,  make 'em smile,   it's alright 
Go on smile,  make 'em smile,   it's alright 

A Baby Got Born

I wrote this song for my friends at the Renegade, Lyrics for Lunch on Saturdays. Musical support from David Robinson 

Renegade

The Bard Of Old Bethesda is music today. The familiar role of the story teller telling the reality of music in the local drinking venues. Created by friends of mine who cared enough to motivate me to get exercise so I can continue my songwriting for many years. I edit and turned their poem into a song. Andy Warner on the arrangement.

Bard Of Old Bethesda

Rearview Mirror

Our World

Kindness Like Snow 7

I Can Feel The Wind

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Renegade

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