One of my favourite songs with one of my favourite vocalists and friend Danny Zambelis.I wrote this after thinking how we all have our own "Private Sideshow" or life which is different for all of us,the ups,downs,and the journey we all have to "walk".
May you all be blessed in this troubled world, and please leave some thoughts on the song,its for you all! Peace :-)

Private Sideshow - ft John Castellain & Danny Zambelis

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When I wrote this duet, I had Amanda Sanderson's distinctively beautiful voice in mind. The song itself is an outgrowth or continuation of a poetry collection I published a few years ago, "The Book of Arabella."
Both the song and the poems are about a mysterious, otherworldly woman, Arabella, who feels trapped in a marriage, trapped in fact in her human body.
Here's a link to that poetry collection for the curious:
https://www.library.wisc.edu/parallelpress/pp-catalog/poetry-series/2014-2/the-book-of-arabella/
(...and yes, that is actually our cat in the photo on the big clock above the piano)
Instruments used:
All three guitar tracks played on my Gretsch 5622T
plus Fender (Squier) Jaguar SS bass
Angel chorus sung by angels...well, actually Alchemy synth
Amanda's SoundCloud page: https://soundcloud.com/phoebeelena
Recorded in Logic Pro using hardware tube preamps and compressors.

***Cat on a Clock***
(Words & music by Timothy Walsh)
Verse 1 (Him)
You come softly down the stairs into my waiting arms.
Hand you coffee, touch your hair…it seems that you’re not there.
I don’t say it but I know, on this special day,
your body’s here with me, but you’re a million miles away.
I don’t say it—I don’t want to tell no one—
You’re going nowhere but you’re always on the run.

Verse 2 (Arabella)
Morning comes, I stretch in bed, see the sun come through the blinds.
Hear you in the kitchen there, smell the coffee so divine.
I rub my eyes, decide if I can slide into this day,
or maybe spread my wings and softly fly away.
I don’t know why I’m so restless in this world.
It’s like I’m from some country where I can’t return.

CHORUS:
You’re like a cat upon a clock sleeping in the sun,
whiling away your time on earth until our day is done.
Just like a cat upon a clock dreaming through the day
while the world outside goes on and softly spins away.

Verse 3 (Him)
Twilight comes and I see you in the garden where
the cedars and the pines are your sisters in the sky.
You walk out among the herbs, barefoot on the bricks,
smell the chervil and the thyme that never ask you why.
You’re so lost to me I don’t know what I’ll do.
I’m so in love with every single thing you do.

Verse 4 (Arabella)
Some days I wish that I could go flying through the sky—
spread my wings just like a crow and take off with a sigh.
Somewhere beyond the moon, I think I’ll find my home,
far away from this earth and this house of flesh and bone.
I’m not angry, I just don’t know how to say
I’m a creature not like you in any way.

CHORUS (sung twice)

Cat on a Clock

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Hope In Adversity

An Apsara is a female spirit of the clouds and waters in Hindu and Buddhist mythology. An Apsara, is also known as Vidhya Dhari or Tep Apsar in Khmer, Accharā or A Bố Sa La Tư, Bidadari, Biraddali, Hapsari or Widodari and Apson. English translations of the word "Apsara" include "nymph," "celestial nymph," and "celestial maiden." Apsaras are beautiful, supernatural female beings. They are youthful and elegant, and superb in the art of dancing. They are often the wives of the Gandharvas, the court musicians of Indra. They dance to the music made by the Gandharvas, usually in the palaces of the gods, entertain and sometimes seduce gods and men. As ethereal beings who inhabit the skies, and are often depicted taking flight, or at service of a god, they may be compared to angels. Apsaras are said to be able to change their shape at will, and rule over the fortunes of gaming and gambling. Urvasi, Menaka, Rambha and Tilottama are the most famous among them.

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Composed, Arranged, Performed & Produced by Liam Boyle

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Work To Be Done

From The Great American Songbook - “My Blue Heaven” written by George Whiting and Walter Donaldson in 1928

My Blue Heaven

Its the carnival of the crazies
And all unfolding in different phases
That sounds like an incite to riot
The facts are simple so don't deny it

CHORUS
The worlds gone crazy or is it just me?
I get the salty taste of victory
Are so many people too blind to see?
A somewhat salty taste of victory
I'll put a gun up to your head in a minute
Lets put a torch to the lot and just bin it
Shouting and screaming and making a racket
Lead me out the house in my straight jacket

The saltiness makes me more thirsty
I'm shaking each branch of the money tree
Spend a lot achieve a little
Leave the infrastructure brittle

CHORUS

The Salty Taste Of Victory

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My name is Didier
Thank you for your precious listening even if it is minimal.
Music is sharing!
thank you

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