Cobblestone Cure

[Verse 1]
Streetlights are bleedin' amber on the rain,
Got your ghost in my pocket, but I don't feel the pain.
Just the echo of a closing door,
And a thirst for somethin' I ain't had before.

[Chorus]
And this cobblestone cure is all I need tonight,
Just the rhythm of my heels under the sodium light.
No, I ain't cryin', love, these ain't tears of blue,
This is just the city washin' away the last of you.

 [Verse 2]
Ashtray full of almosts, lipstick on the rim,
Barstool confessionals sung in the minor hymn.
Ain’t beggin’ for forgiveness, or wishin’ you were here,
Just talkin’ to the night, like it might lend me an ear.

 [Chorus 2]
And this cobblestone cure don’t beg, don’t fight,
It just walks with me slow ‘neath the flickerin’ light.
No, I ain't lonely, love — just finally true,
Let the wind take the perfume and the ache of you.

 [Instrumental — Sax Solo, 8 Bars]
Tenor sax takes your place, love.
It cries what I won’t.
Low, breathy, lingers too long on the second beat.
It’s the sound of knowing — not regretting.

 [Bridge]
They’ll say I’m soft for missin’ what I had to leave behind,
But they don’t know the price of peace,
Or how silence can be kind.

 [Final Chorus — Whispered Strength]
So this cobblestone cure, it ain’t much to some,
But it’s all I’ve got when the heart goes numb.
Ain’t no grand goodbye, no curtain call for two —
Just me, the night…
and the hush that comes when I’m finally through.

 [Outro: Fade Out]
Your voice doesn’t return. It doesn’t need to.
The silence is the ending.

Cobblestone Cure

Imagine a world in therapy
Imagine a world in therapy
'Cause the future's so bright
The future's so bright

Imagine a world in therapy, there we be
We didn't want no terror, no terror, see
I feel like Martin Luther with a better dream
We didn't need the Tuli, we didn't need the lead or anything
Yeah, imagine a world in therapy
Imagine all the rooms in the embassy
Imagine all the food and amenities
They ain't gotta move to the States
'Cause the future's so great
With the room and the cake
The computer is saying
Computers replacing the stupidest humans with humans
Who came from the future, they're proving their case
For what they should do in this era of faith
That they're doing today
They're moving the rates
They're cooling the state
And they're putting the boo in the ba in the baa baa ba
You know what I'm saying?

Imagine a world in therapy
Imagine a world in therapy
'Cause the future's so bright
The future's so bright

Track from the album "A World In Therapy"

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I've been working so long
I've been getting so tired
You know I've got to go
Oh
It's all the same here
Yeah
You see what I mean
Now you know

Heaven's so boring
And hell's too crowded
Maybe I'm better off
On my own
All that I need
Is somewhere to be
A place I can call home

'Cause I don't know where to go
I've been working so long
I've been getting so tired
You know I've got to go
Oh
It's all the same here
Yeah
You see what I mean
Now you know

Heaven's so boring
And hell's too crowded
Maybe I'm better off
On my own
All that I need
Is somewhere to be
A place I can call home

When I close my eyes
And open my mind
I feel like I could fly
Out of here

'Cause I don't know where to go
I've been working so long
I've been getting so tired
You know I've got to go
Oh
It's all the same here
Yeah
You see what I mean
Now you know

Track from the album "A World In Therapy"

Destination Unknown

This Album Is maked by ARTIST: Whiskey Roses (Anamaria Shevchenko) Produced By: Qimer Kholo. Saxsaphone (Matee)


Take the

The Lessons in the Yard
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

The boys ran to the yard
They had their bags of marbles
They knew the game was hard
But they had a trick this time

Some sharper than the others
They had their spots marked out
They stacked marbles at one end
Come and get them they would shout

Roll your marbles if you got 'em
If you hit them you can keep them
If not you lose the bet
And go home with your regrets

[chorus]
I never listened, 
I never had a pyle
I always was the loser, 
But I learned to loose and smile

[01:58][instrumental]

This was a game for suckers
And I was one of them
The marbles cost me money
All that I had to spend

I alway lost more than I won
I don't think that it was fun
We were trying to be tough
To show we were a man

My dad he called me "boy"
He rarely called me son
He'd say "boy, you're going to loose"
"It is time for you to choose"
"You cannot be the roller"
"No one is your friend"
"The only way to get ahead"
"You gotta own the game"

[chorus]
I never listened, 
I never had a pyle
I always was the loser, 
But I learned to loose and smile

[04:24][instrumental]

My dad he called me "boy"
He rarely called me son
He'd say "boy, you're going to loose"
"It is time for you to choose"
"You cannot be the roller"
"No one is your friend"
"The only way to get ahead"
"You gotta own the game"

[chorus]
I never listened, 
I never had a pyle
I always was the loser, 
But I learned to loose and smile

[instrumental]

I never listened, 
I never had a pyle
I always was the loser, 
But I learned to loose and smile

[instrumental]

[outro]


The Lessons in the Yard

William A Ferguson: guitars, bass, drums.


“Ship of Fools” is a lyrical voyage into the heart of human delusion. Its verses paint a surreal picture: a creaking ship, adrift with “no compass, no anchor, no shore in sight.” The crew, lost in hollow laughter and tangled lies, dances “in circles, round and round,” chasing a horizon that offers no joy. The song’s tone is mournful, almost ghostly, with lines like “the waves, they whisper, they call us home / but we’re too far gone, too far to roam” tugging at the soul. It’s not about one person or one failure—it’s about all of us, those moments when we cling to broken dreams or deny the truths staring us in the face.The song’s power lies in its universality. It doesn’t name names or point fingers; it invites us to see ourselves in the “splintered deck” and the fading moonlight. Whether it’s a career we chased too long, a belief we couldn’t let go, or a relationship we knew was sinking, we’ve all boarded a ship of fools at some point. The repetitive chorus—“lost at sea, where no truth is found”—drives home the cyclical nature of our missteps, yet its poetic cadence makes the journey feel almost beautiful in its tragedy.






Ship of Fools

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Blues are Made for Bad News

Book of Emma (1-13-2020)

Snow hangs heavy in the air tonight,
and the streets feel older than before.
Footprints fading in the quiet light,
like I’ve been here a thousand times or more.

The city whispers through the cold,
like it remembers what I’ve lost…
and every breath becomes a story
carved in frost.

And I go
where the winter knows my name,
where the cold feels honest
and nothing stays the same.
Where silence holds me gently
even when it aches…
yeah, I go
where the winter never breaks.

There’s a calm I only feel alone,
when the night sits heavy on my chest.
A kind of peace I never learned
from all the noise the world calls „best“.

Maybe I’m made for empty streets,
for frozen skies and quiet pain…
and maybe winter understands me
more than I explain.

So I go
where the winter knows my name,
where the cold feels honest
and nothing stays the same.
Where silence knows my secrets
and still lets me stay…
yeah, I go
where the winter lights my way.

And every year I break a little,
every year I grow.
Winter keeps the pieces safe
in places only I can go.

So I go
where the winter knows my name,
where the cold forgives me
and melts into a flame.
Where I can breathe again
without a reason why…
yeah, I go
where the winter
teaches me to try.

Snow keeps falling…
and somehow
so do I.

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Created by X-TAC Music

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Where the Winter Knows My Name

Thanks for listening to my music. I'm in the music scene for more than 50 years now, played thousands of gigs and released 15 albums. Never made it to the big stage, always a musicians musician, just a nicer word for having no success. Now retiring off stage and doing what I do with new productions. Never been into mainstream music, love people like Leonard Cohen or Tom Waits, outsiders who defined an own musicology. Like it or not, I'm always trying to deliver quality music, hopefully some people will find a couple of tracks they like to listen to again. This will make my day, thanks.

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