Original Country song inspired by the TV Show "American Pickers".

INDIAN IN THE BACKYARD (Lyrics Tony & Phillip - vocal/guitar Phillip Clarkson)Original 2014

Last month we did a ballad, time for some blues/rock.

Better days (2019, Christiane Spruit)
1.
Someone told me
Better days are coming now
It is time to let the old ways die
Days of waiting
in empty halls of promises
Are coming to an end
2.
Now you tell me
That I don’t have what I want
But I sure have all of what I need
Fields are burning
within a flicker of complaint
remember all the efforts made
CHORUS:
Better days are coming
incomplete, but in a way
Better days are coming 
_There’s no way -to teach hard luck bones to fly
Now It’s time …… time to let the old saints die
3.
Woke up this morning
Rain was pouring from the sky
Dehydrating my alone suburban mind
wet, lame faces
beneath the pole of a lamplight
it is time to let the old ways die
 
CHORUS:
Better days are coming
incomplete, but in a way
Better days are coming 
_There’s no way -to teach hard luck bones to fly
Now it’s time…
let the old ways 

Outro vamp:
Let the old ways

Better Days /featuring Chris Spruit

Written and recorded 26-27 October 2019

For Megan

https://www.survivorsink.org/

Photography by Jake Davies
https://unsplash.com/@jakedavies

BRAND

marks upon my body
secrets i can't tell
symbol of oppression
cast under a spell

stole my independence
turned me to a slave
i won't be afraid again

bound me with your violence
scarred me with your brand
forced me into silence
i had to take a stand

call me by my name
i won't be ashamed
i won't be afraid again 

i am a survivor
i will break the chain
i belong to no-one
call me by my name

love hope bravery
free from slavery
i won't be afraid again

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Brand

© 2020 B. Merritt / J. Merritt / P. Fulham
Janice: melody, vocals and arrangement
Bud: lyric, arrangement, mix, mastering and photo
Peter: guitar solo, fills and arrangement

i was drawn to you like a moth to a flame
only to become but a pawn in your game
you served it so sweetly little did I realize
crafted as a fine wine but all in disguise

the words you said hit me like a wave
a feeling I thought to take to my grave
you had it practiced to perfection through and through 
a lovely lie    three simple words     I  love you

a few short months your veneer ran thin
you have no heart beneath your skin
i found a new road with plenty of signs 
and they all point away from your designs

the words you said hit me like a wave
a feeling I thought to take to my grave
you had it practiced to perfection through and through 
alovely lie    three simple words     I  love you

the words you said hit me like a wave
a feeling I thought to take to my grave
you had it practiced to perfection through and through 
a lovely lie    three simple words     I  love you
only three simple words  such a lovely lie

Lovely Lie

Matthew 18:21-22  New International Version
The Parable of the Unmerciful Servant
21 Then Peter came to Jesus and asked, “Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother or sister who sins against me? Up to seven times?”
22 Jesus answered, “I tell you, not seven times, but seventy-seven times”

70 Times (Matthew 18:22)

Performance video here: https://youtu.be/CkNmKSpTDp8

Home (2020, Christiane Spruit)

I've walked the blazing city lights
I've been acquainted with the night
I drop my eyes, when people walking by

Always remember, in these cold night of November
You keep an eye on the fire for me
At home

And I try and try and try
And I'm trying all the time
To get it right this time,
To get it right

I gave you the key to my back door,
the one I never opened up before
Falling in love can brave a heart

Don't fight a fire, 
when the flames are getting higher
your warm embrace, will make this place a home.

Yes I try and try and try
And I'm trying all the time
To get it right this time,
To get it right

Home
Home
Home is where our hearts revealing
Be still, be brave, my heart

Solo

Yes I try and try and try
And I'm trying all the time
To get it right this time,
To get it right

Home is where my hearts revealing

And I try and try and try
Home

Home /featuring Christiane Spruit

Edge of Infinity

I'm not average in the way I write
I'm not average in my thought
I'm not average in achievements
Though I'm pretty much self taught
Do I sense a bit of jealousy
When others don't have nought
I am not average

I'm not average with rhyming couplets
I'm not average in what I know
I'm not average in my singing voice
And I'm not average down below
Something's swelling more than my head
Which still continues to grow
I am not average

I'm not average as a person
I'm the second coming of Christ
And thinking how I look
I'm not average in my eyes
And I certainly wouldn't be average
If I was betwixt your thighs
I am not average

I'm not average

I'm less than average with muscles
I'd lose each and every fight
I'm less than average at talking
And I have diminishing sight
I'm trying hard not to admit it
But alas I think I might be less than average

I'm average in my lifestyle
And the way I style my hair
And if you did pass by me
It would be like I wasn't there
I need some reassurance
But you probably don't care that I am average

I am average
And I don't want to be average!!

I'm not average at boasting
I can cook the tastiest meal
And if you had my lips upon you
You'd sure like how I feel
But I have a pulsating paranoia
And its making me all ill
I don't want to be average

I don't want to be average!!!

I’m Not Average

Absolute

https://youtu.be/eeawRI6DnkA

the final countdown
we haven't left the ground
an eerie silent sound
forces pounding down
heartbeat zero hour
10....9....8
the final countdown
rocket engines light
shake with violent might
accelerating might
we shoot into the sky
5...4...3
the weight has lifted
what a way to go
looks so beautiful
spinning to and fro
all systems are unknown

final countdown

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We ran out of space here years ago. New music is on ReverbNation, here: https://www.reverbnation.com/blueattitudemusic and YouTube, here:  https://www.youtube.com/@blueattitude4126

Blue Attitude is:
Christiane Spruit: Lyrics, vocals, and Keyboards
Marty Straub: Lyrics, vocals, and Bass
Dave Bell: Guitars, Drums,  Production