A version of Cripple Creek I like. (my banjo playing is mostly dissonant noise haha)

Been a while since Ibeen over here....I see you been up the creek....must be some magic in that water.   J's soundin' mighty fine on the 'jo...

Apparently a std. for beginning banjo players.  B thanks J and salutes all y'all banjo pickers.  

Cripple Creek → one traditional version of the lyrics: 

I got a gal at the head of the creek
Goin up t'see her bout the middle of the week
Kiss her on the mouth, just as sweet as any wine
Wraps herself around me like a sweet potatoe vine

Goin' up t'Cripple Creek, goin' on the run
Goin'up t'Cripple Creek t'have a little fun
Goin' up t'Cripple Creek goin' in a whirl
Goin' up t'Cripple Creek t'see my girl

Girls up on Cripple Creek about half grown
Jump on a man like a dog on a bone
I'll roll my britches up to my knees
An' wade in ol'Cripple Creek when I please

Goin' up t'Cripple Creek, goin' on the run
Goin'up t'Cripple Creek t'have a little fun
Goin' up t'Cripple Creek goin' in a whirl
Goin' up t'Cripple Creek t'see my girl
... Then somehow I add my own addlib lyrics... and I reckon I'll let y'all figure those out.

CRIPPLE Creek (feat. J on Banjo)

The black veil

bring me back

Hoping you gonna talk to her
She is dreaming
Chasing shadows
So if she's passing your way don't scare her
Her road has been hard
So give her a gentle touch

She is walking by your side, but you can't see her
But if you do she passes your way
This mystical girl ain't like all the others


Please come back
Come back to me
I see you in my dreams tonight
Please come back and dance for me
Dance for all eternity


Now she is on her own somewhere
You can't find her in her own secret place
Her own little world she is keeping for herself
Like the tiny flower she holds in her hand

I finally saw her today
She looked kind of pale
Sometimes you came to me
In daylight I see you


Please come back
Come back to me
I see you in my dreams tonight
Please come back and dance for me
Dance for all eternity


(SOLO)


Please come back
Come back to me
I see you in my dreams tonight
Please come back and dance for me
Dance for all eternity


When my thoughts go to you, I can feel that you're coming closer

Chasing Shadows

Photograph (Guitar - Cover)

Together Again

Well here we go…. A banjo ditty… too hot here for much else. Seems scientists have discovered a humongous colony of space ants holding up a huge magnifying glass over the Earth. As for me, I’ve finally acclimated myself to the relentless heat. I learned this decades ago from an old man from Africa, who was brewing tea on a hundred degree day. I asked him why. (Alfred, what the $#%^ are you doing?) He told me in his super deep baritone voice: You have to fight the heat with heat. I was skeptical as I had been living in an air-conditioned nightmare up to this point. After having tea, we walked out into the heat, and I showed him how to hunt for wild raspberries. He was so gracious that I took him into the American ‘jungles’ to forage. So all this brings us back to this ditty. Hope you like it. Thanks for dropping by, Mark

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Renegade

Celestial

This is a song I wrote in 1989, as a gift for a girl-friend on the occasion of a rendezvous we had arranged ten years earlier, well in advance, and perhaps imagining that it would be difficult, after all that time (at a young age ten years seems like an infinite time), to still have meaning in each other's lives. In reality, those two never lost sight of each other.
I produced several versions of the song and obviously don't like any of them anymore today. So I asked @pianofran permission to whisper and to recite the words (I can no longer sing very good) using a beautiful piano composition of hers as the basis (https://soundcloud.com/pianofran/doxology). This is the result. Thank you very much, Francess!

Cover photo from Michele Ansani: Centrale Montemartini, Roma.

Original lyrics here: https://mikeansani.blogspot.com/2022/10/1979.html
English (very, very rough) translation

at the first stop she told him 'I am almost home,
greet me with a hug a little caress
take care of yourself and don't forget to look at the world
see you again when you're thirty
see you again in ten years'

after a long stop the train threw her into the darkness
Of a desert station a pale refuge
she coloured her hair, lifted her head and let herself be carried
by the night that took her without giving time to breathe
He looked around a bit, had nothing more to do
had no particular certainties to conquer
but the journey was still long
and at every town the sky became clearer
Occident was lowering
and his head brushed by the sun
slowly fell asleep

'in ten years' time you will have two grown-up children and a big house
a room just for the books and a little of nostalgia
of men by the sea, of women walking in the middle of the road without ever looking around
and when I'll come looking for you
don't offer me rose gardens
or iced drinks'

but presentiments are only false temptations
are dangerous mists at the border crossings
are like pinwheels of secrets,
are images of the evening
are like white horses that wander aimlessly
are the shadow of a restless face

no he will not have his hands tied but two big wings
boxes full of candies and special cigar cases
His voice will be even louder
His silences always full of words
the promises he will have kept
the stakes of every bet he will not have lost

she will hide instead in her ten yellow jumpers
and wear them proudly in spite of the passing years
she will chase ghosts, will try variations on the theme of destiny
will have hair of two colours
and burnt skin of an intense marine flavour

and on the day of the rendezvous in a city by the sea
they will have no thoughts or particular certainties to conquer
will look around, look for something to tell each other
then they will laugh hard
And once again
they will believe to resemble each other

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Lyrics by Michele Ansani (1989); music by Francess Harris (2024)
Posted on SoundCloud: 2024, July 24.

Il giorno dell'appuntamento (Day of the rendezvous) [Michele Ansani & PianoFran] **

Believe

early morning acousric blues played from the heart.....acoustic guitar and vocals...

Blues in Gwithian

Emotive musician Wannabe. All feedback (good, meh, don't quit your day job) and collaboration invitations welcome. Thanks for listening!

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