Idle Blooms

Come to Town
By BlackDogHat
From the EP 'Bark!'

I’ve been standing by the window 
and I’m looking out for you 
but I’ve got other things to do 

The cat sits on the corner 
and he’s looking kinda blue 
I’ve really got the feeling
that he’s looking for you too 

The birds have stopped there singing, singing 
the children sit around, round, round, round 
the dogs they are a howling, howling 
when will you come to town, town, town, town 
when will you come to town 

Now I’m standing in the hallway 
and I’m waiting for a call 
I need that phone to ring again 
I want to hear it all 

Your voice, your voice, it makes me feel 
it makes me feel so tall 
but I just hear my fingers drumming on the wall 

The birds have stopped there singing, singing 
the children sit around, round, round, round 
the dogs they are a howling, howling 
when will you come to town, town, town, town 
when will you come to town 

Now I’m standing by the window 
and I’m looking up the hill 
I see you turn the corner 
and my heart it beats so still 

I can’t believe I’m seeing that 
you’re walking down the hill 
I can see an angel walking down the hill 

The birds have started singing, singing 
the children jump around, round, round, round 
the dogs they are a smiling, smiling 
now you have come to town, town, town, town 

The birds have started singing, singing 
the children jump around, round, round, round 
the dogs they are a smiling, smiling 
now you have come to town, town, town, town 
now you have come to town Hey!

From the EP Bark!, released March 12, 2014

Credits
John Sage: music, lyrics, guitar, harmonica, vocals.
Ian Nicholson: vocals
Tine Wulf: cello, vocals

Recorded and mixed by:
Brian O'Saunghessy at Bark Studio.

This sound recording is owned by BlackDogHat ©Copyright 2014.
UKCS 284680352.

Bark

Come to Town

Come To Town

Game Over By Mike Schot

Musings of a World-Weary Dreamer

Don't Wait

My Mama, used to say, don’t be rude, better keep cool,
People aren’t that bad, sometimes stupid, often cupid.

I went to school, but not for long, guess what the teacher told me,
 you aren't that good, you ‘d better write a song.

My Mama, used to say...

I went to the doctor, cause I got knots in my throat, guess what he told me,
 you’re safe and sound, you‘d better sing a song.

A song for lovers, a song for lost soul,
A song for dreamers, a song for those who aren’t yet whole
Song for lovers, song for lovers, song for lovers
Song for dreamers, song for dreamers, song for dreamers.

My Mama, used to say, ...

I went to the army, guess what the sergeant told me
you are too dumb, to carry a gun, you ‘d better write a song.

My Mama, used to say, ...

I went to school, didn’t stay there long,
Guess what the teacher told me, you aren’t that smart,
You ‘d better write a song.

A song for lovers, ...

I went to the navy, guess what the captain told me,
You drink too much rhum to carry a gun, you ‘d better write a song.

A song for lovers, ...

My Mama, used to say, don’t be rude, better keep cool,
People aren’t that bad, sometimes stupid, often cupid.

Blues song

Blues Song

A nursery rhyme to sum up the situation :)
(traduit plus bas)
------
Once upon a time
Was a little thing. He thought he was divine

He was not really shy,
And wanted to rule the world, but what for ? why ?

Most of all he loved
building and spreading out, always standing above

Even though it would mean,
To uproot thousands of trees. Not really keen to be green

And then one day,
Another little thing
Appeared like that on his way, "hey !"

Fragile. No beard,
She began to speak with her words, and that was so weird

"What have you done with the birds ?"
"But what have you done with the birds ?" 

Hear it ! feel it, leave !
I don't want to live your life
Hear it ! feel it, leave !
Leave the World you're a killing knife

Since she was not so nice
He locked her in a tower so that she could think twice

But then many like him
Also joined to reach the top. They all wanted to be seen

There can be one king
So they fought until they suddenly heard a sing

It was the youngest 
Who were left  downhill from the start. All united singing just

Hear it ! feel it, leave !
We don't  want to live your life
Hear it ! feel it, leave !
Leave the World you're a killing knife

Wake up
I feel it coming
Don't you realise ?
Don't you realise ?

I'm so scared when tomorrow comes, dad
By the pains, these crashing floods

Hear it ! feel it, leave !
We don't want to live your life
Hear it ! feel it, leave !
Leave the world you're a killing knife
Hear it ! feel it, leave !
We don't want to hear more lies
Hear it ! feel it, leave !
Don't let innocence dies
----
Il était une fois
Une petite chose qui pensait être divine
Il n'était pas vraiment timide,
et voulait diriger le monde, mais pour quoi faire ? Pourquoi ?
Par-dessus tout, il aimait construire et s'étendre, toujours se tenir au-dessus

Même si cela signifiait de déraciner des milliers d'arbres. 
Il n'avait pas vraiment envie d'être vert.

Et puis un jour, une autre petite chose
Est apparue comme ça sur son chemin, "hey !"

Fragile. Pas de barbe,
Elle s'est mise à parler avec ses mots, et c'était si bizarre

"Qu'as tu fait des oiseaux ?"
"Mais qu'as-tu fait des oiseaux !?" 

Entends ! Sens-le, pars !
Je ne veux pas vivre ta vie
Entends ! Sens-le, pars !
Lâches le monde, tu es un couteau meurtrier

Comme elle n'était pas très gentille
Il l'enferma dans une tour pour qu'elle y réfléchisse à deux fois

Mais alors beaucoup comme lui
Se sont joints pour atteindre le sommet. Ils voulaient tous être vus.

Il ne peut y avoir qu'un seul roi
Ils se sont donc battus jusqu'à ce qu'ils entendent soudain un chant.

C'était les plus jeunes qui avaient été laissés en bas de l'échelle dès le début.
Tous unis qui chantaient juste : 

Entends ! Sens-le, pars !
Nous ne voulons pas vivre ta vie
Entends ! Sens-le, pars !
Lâches le monde, tu es un couteau meurtrier

Réveilles toi
Je le sens venir
Tu ne te rends pas compte ?
Tu ne te rends pas compte ?

Je suis tellement effrayé par demain papa.
Par les peines, ces déluges qui nous écrasent


Entends ! Sens-le, pars !
Nous ne voulons pas vivre ta vie
Entends ! Sens-le, pars !
Lâches le monde, tu es un couteau meurtrier
Entends ! Sens-le, pars !
Nous ne voulons plus entendre de mensonges
Entends ! Sens-le, pars !
Ne laissez pas l'innocence mourir

Leave !

This is my second Try to create an DUB Style Track!
If You like Him...Fine, if not.... also no Matter!!
Best Regards
Andy

ʂυɠαɾ ƈαɳҽ 🌴

Day I Gave Up On  That StickN Stuff

Melancholy of Tibetan

Had a long 4 day stretch at the hospital this week, and I had a patient who I really enjoyed talking to. He talked about how he loved to grow his own watermelon, and that nothing made him happier than an ice cold piece of watermelon and an ice cold beer. He told me he could tell I was just like him, a big momma's boy with the heart of a teddy bear. We talked about a lot and it was a very memorable patient, I won't ever forget. He told me "You can just tell when someone is a true country boy." Hope you enjoy the song. I hope one day I'll see him again and get to show him the song he inspired.

Lyrics:
We sure do love our home cooked meals
Surrounded by family ain’t no better feels
Sweet watermelon and a can of beer
That’s just how we do it out here

We like to fish early in the morning
Out on a boat, no it sure ain’t boring
Ziploc sandwiches and ice-cold beer
That’s just how we do it out here

Cuz I’m a country boy, A big warm hearted, momma Lovin country boy
Don’t mess with what I love, soft as a teddy bear, but also tough
If you mess with them, you’re messing with me, living country
Come out here and you’ll see, you may just like, living country

The best times ain’t behind a screen
Live slow and enjoy the beautiful scene
Two fishing polls, and a bucket full of bait
When you’re out here no such thing as late

Mind your manners we’re sure to get along
Stay out here with us and it won’t be long
Nothing like some good ol’ southern hospitality
Soon enough, just like me, you’ll be livin’ country

Cuz I’m a country boy, A big warm hearted, momma Lovin country boy
Don’t mess with what I love, soft as a teddy bear, but also tough
If you mess with them, you’re messing with me, living country
Come out here and you’ll see, you may just like, living country

Livin Country

between dreams

BlackDogHat, create and perform original acoustic musical interpretations of everyday life and love.

John Sage: Music, Vocals, Guitar & Ukulele.
Rob Bell: Bass, Music & Vocals.
Judith Shew: Vocals.
Interested in live performances, festivals, songwriting for TV/film and open to offers from labels and producers.

Collaborations:
Nicki Smith: Cello.
Ian Nicholson: Vocals/Music/Guitar Matt Gkikas: Vocals/Music
Interested in live performances, festivals, songwriting for TV/film and open to offers from labels and producers.
Currently looking to add a creative cellist, fiddle player, keyboard player and percussionist.

Come To Town

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