Everything Trying (Damien Juardo Cover)

ya it's another cover, but I'm trying to record everyday and work on singing and playing.

Last Rights (Damien Jurado)

Pedro and Holita
Your sons have not died in vain
History in the end 
Will vindicate those who are just

Peasants filled the streets 
Crying aloud in unison, 
“The people united will never be defeated
The people armed will never be crushed.”

All seems lost so it seems
Failed revolution again
Our kids are sniffing glue 
For happiness is distant

Isabella, stay strong 
A Sandinista forever
You are a light for the world 
A guerilla fighting for the poor 

Pedro, don't give up
The imbalance of wealth is worth fighting for
All people are equal  
This is song is for the poor we are fighting with

History will vindicate you
Walk humbly in the peasant field
Defend the widow and orphan
History will reach its liberation



Hope Through Vindication

Stuck in Ridgecrest

Hwy 1 & Francis

Running so fast it seems
To somewhere desert-like
Finding someone 
Looking for something
 
It’s like a train sometimes
Running away with no control
Going somewhere 
Not sure where

It’s seems like water
Fills my space entirely
It’s myself,
Searching for me

And sometimes I don’t know
Just where ill find a sign along the way
I try and I try
To find you there in the desert 


Desert-like

Learning some blues riffs

Trying out some different riffs in an attempt to create a cool sound

Riff working

I know I’ve gone so far 
Away from all I love
I’m lonely out here
Scared to come back home
The past scars me
The future it frightens me
As for now I feel nothing 

Faith, please come strengthen me 
Hope, please don’t you disappoint me 
Love, hear my cry, you’ll never fail me 

Remember when it was good
Good times seem far away
We used to laugh so much
Can we go back?
Can we move forward?
At times I’d like to give up
Just disappear into space
As for now I’ll try, I’ll try 


F.H.L

Blessed are the poor
Blessed are the weak
Blessed are the poor
For you shall be called...

Brian J White