Just beautiful, Brian! Most enjoyed. Fine writing and well expressed from Start to Outro, My Brutha'!

Heartfelt delivery with a 'timeless' guitar arrangement, enjoyed!

Another sweet song with tasteful production. Love that organ/keyboard solo, sort of formal and relaxed at the same time, matter-of-fact but it hits home. Durge

Sounding every bit as good with another listen, Brian. Really like this one a ton, Friend.

@user-138663860: Thank you so much for listening to this track again, Sandy. And I've always been a fan of yours too! Bless you for your lovely comment. Brian.

Yes, when you're writing / singing about someone you know, it just seems to pour out easier.

Such a pretty song. Gentle and emotional.

July 2020 AKS

A real joy to have Karin-Maria Brunner join me on this song. She has really done an amazing job with my basic track. My grateful thanks and deepest appreciation to you, Karin-Maria. (@user-53145152-479345033)
https://soundcloud.com/karin-maria-brunner

K-M: Epic pad, Vintage synthesiser strings, harp, violin, viola, cello, crash, bass, processing, mixing and mastering 
Me: vocals, guitars, drums, keyboards

Promise Me (Brian Peters)

It's hard to believe
Takes courage of man to admit it
There's a memory within me
The sound of your name recalls it

We're living in days
Dancing too close to the heat
There's pockets of fires
Scattered all over the streets

*Promise me baby
You won't let another come between our love
Promise me baby
You won't imprison the dove*

They tied up the servant
They killed the messenger
Made a home explosive
Marked it ‘return to sender’

There’s a crack in the conscience
A finger of light in the skies
There’s bug on your telephone
Your windows are full of eyes

It’s the day of the aliens
Night of the UFOs
They took all the war brides
The baby boomer girls

There’s halls of illusion
Perverted sex on the screen
Young minds in confusion
Old men with adolescent dreams

The prophet is dishonoured
Especially in his own home
I’ve been reading Borges
Listening to Leonard Cohen

There’s sex on the telephone
A hundred iniquity dens
But the women are sexless
There are no real men

There’s blood on the doorposts
The angel of death is near
Speak softly, darling
Even the walls have ears

There’s a place in the hills
It’s like the top of Masada
It’s the gateway to paradise
Or the scene of a murder

Well, the world’s getting smaller
It’s like a one horse town
But the circle gets faster
As it spirals down

And the more things are changing
The more they are the same
And I sound like my daddy
I guess he felt the same

Promise Me

As the title says these are thoughts for a summer day:  
Take a break from technology here and there;
Have some hope in humanity;
do what you can to make it a better world; 
Try hard to find people who you vibe with and enjoy their company.

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THOUGHTS FOR A SUMMER SUNDAY
(c) JunkHeap Mar 01 2024

Looking at the sunrise, 
flowing through the dusty blinds,
bleary-eyed, not really wanting to wake.  
Taking a deep breath and stretching away the sleep. 
I know it's gonna be a good day.
I Hope!  it's gonna to be a good day.

Skip the 'get ready' lyrics, hit the street, 
knowing it's for sure cold out there.

I hear the sounds, and the smells of my main street,
climate change giving a bit of repreive, 
from the usual deep freeze.
I know I shouldn't say it, but I like the warmth.

The familiar people I see in the hood, 
wishing the trees were green and the sun
bathing us with its warmth, 
as the winter concludes.
We're wishing for an end to the cold,
careful what you wish for!

Ch.
I think we've forgotten some of the simple,
need  to get back to what matters.
Leave the tech, 
not a substitute for human interaction.
There's nothing that we need to argue about.
There's nothing to go on about.
Just take that day off and relax...
on a Summer Sunday.

Ya... turn on the TV and it's the same-same.
Smartphone, computer... the same-same.
Everyone trying to yell louder than everyone else.

Hearing the bell on the steeple a block away,
being a non-church type, I say hey...
Hard to say anything without sounding like a preacher,
but sometimes we need a little faith, in hard times,
a little faith, in ourselves, a little faith, in hard times,
find the strength, in these hard times, 
we want the same.

Ch. 
I think we've forgotten some of the simple,
need  to get back to what matters.
Leave the tech, 
not a substitute for human interaction.
There's nothing that we need to argue about. 
There's nothing to go on about.
Just take that day off and relax...
on a Summer Sunday.

Guit solo.

Ch.

Thoughts For A Summer Sunday

Raindrops falling in my cup
Coffee morning just woke up
Reasons mattered before time stopped
No one travelled and no one shopped
No you never got in line
Never stopped on a dime
You always wanted just to sing
Circled around and tied the ring. 

It always will grow
Is there a way I don’t know?
The garden’s got seed
A wind full of breeze…

Won’t see the light of day
Could barely repeat refrain
Counting all the money you spend
On nothing more than a big fat hen

Desensitized by karma dreams 
A prickly place to hide the seams
Reaching out to another brain
Trading riffs that last through days…

It always will grow
Is there a way I don’t know?
The garden’s got seed
A wind full of breeze…

A Prayer for the Dying

Greg Hurley: Composition / Arrangement, Lyrics, Vocals, Slide guitar, Guitar, B3, Rhodes, Bass and Drum programming, mix and mastering.
If you have the time.... Please repost!

 Title: Silver Linings

In the pocket, in the groove
Chasing shadows, trying to prove
life's a struggle, but we'll find
The silver linings left behind

In the city, in the heat
Searching for a taste so sweet
Threads of sorrow, threads of hope
Tangled in the twisted rope

Hold on tight, don't let go
There's a light where the river flows

In the mirror, what do you see
Is there anyone you'd rather be
Keep the faith, don't lose sight
Silver linings shining bright

And the struggle, it's in the past
All the shadows, they won't last
Silver linings in the end
Worth it all, my  dear friend

Hold on tight, don't let go
There's a light where the river flows

SOLO

And the struggle, it's in the past
All the shadows, they won't last
Silver linings in the end
Worth it all, my  dear friend

Hold on tight, don't let go
There's a light where the river flows
Hold on tight, don't let go
There's a light where the river flows

Silver Lining

Returning after a five year hiatus, 'Bodyguards' marks a new era of creativity for UK artist Jay Stansfield. With all instruments and vocals performed by Jay and the track mixed and mastered by Rob Ashworth.

It has been likened to Keane, Elton John, Rufus Wainright, Ben Folds Five, The Beatles and Wings and features piano, strings and harmonies with a modern twist.

VIDEO: https://youtu.be/8D_kXldqCUo?si=J4-VMdcc93iclvUQ

LYRICS
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Through a thousand clouds you eat your dinner 
And then you land in hell 
Used to be a loser 
Now a winner 
And always late as well 
Half the crowd are shouting loud for justice 
But you can't hear their voice 

Where's my bodyguards? 
They've gone 
I just want a Lambo 
So long 
Give me all the cash 
No song 
Michelin Gammon Bone 
Choke on 

There's a place I know called home 
Where mother used to roam. 

Standing at the pulpit after midnight 
Your sermon breaks me down 
Lifting up the world as if it's feathers 
With no one else around 
Extrovertly working on the lovers 
Turning them into hate 

Where's my bodyguards? 
They've gone 
I just want a Lambo 
So long 
Give me all the cash 
No song 
Michelin Gammon Bone 
Choke on 

There's a place I know called home 
There's a place I know called home
There's a place I know called home
Where mother used to roam.

Bodyguards

As a child growing up in Liverpool during the eighties, I witnessed first hand the struggles people had to endure because of the government’s neglect of our city. The government got away with neglecting its children, whilst Yosser and no doubt many like him had theirs taken away.

Yosser Hughes, the fictional character from Alan Bleasdale's incredible television series 'Boys from the Blackstuff', depicted a single father unable to find work whilst trying to look after his three children. 

The perception of Yosser back then, and probably still now is that he was a crazy, weak, and dangerous person. The reality though, is that Yosser’s behaviour was fuelled by many factors, not just povery, lack of work, and a broken relationship that we witness on screen.

Mental health awareness was zilch back then and most men today like Yosser find it impossible to talk about their struggles in life. This is largely due to the stigma of being perceived as weak. The only person he felt that he could open up to was a priest behind a veiled confessional box, who seemingly offered no help, support or guidance.

There will have been many traumatic events in Yossers life, all as a result of a cycle of poverty and lack of support and understanding that was generationally passed down. 

Yosser struggled on with his failing mental health, but clearly his love remained for his children. He kept looking for work, feeding his children, doing the best he could with what little he had. He like many was unfortunately doomed to succeed, and yet if he had been given help and support he could have brought his children up and been there for them. His wife, like Yosser just another casualty of the continuing cycle of victims, and sadly their children next.

Anyone struggling with their mental health should break free from the societal  stigma and speak to someone. You’re only human and can’t carry that weight alone. You are not alone and It’s ok to be vulnerable, it’s what makes us human. Just please ask someone for help!

Additionally, If you know someone who may be struggling with things, ask them if they want to talk, lend your ear, normalize their worries or concerns, and encourage them to seek help and support.

Thanks to Liverpool artist Mikey Gannon, for letting me use his artwork: http://ko-fi.com/mikeygannon

Yosser hughes

Yosser Hughes

Michael (Row The Boat Ashore) from the early 1960's

Michael (Cover)

Thank you Davidkilledthegiant for all your help with this track!

Robots In Disguise (Featuring DKTG)

So much has happened in the World since I was last active on Soundcloud, nearly 3 years ago. The onslaught every day of so many people, animals and our precious Earth suffering, and no end in sight. I have been writing and painting how I feel, but my first recording is far from this, and of another time, a short, simple, and light offering for now.
I was born and raised in a small rural town that saw large amounts of snowfall in Winter, despite being the South of Scotland. We had plenty of hills to sledge down and no need to go to the Highlands. Through the years, in the many places I have lived in, my best walks were snow filled ones with the dogs, and in the mornings setting off when everything was pure and dazzling, and your whole body felt alive. The dogs would leap about so happy, and in turn affecting us, so that we were just as daft playing with them, totally energized! I give thanks for having had this.
This is for my beautiful wee Bridie, who died nearly 2 years ago.
Good to be with you all again on the Cloud!
Lyrics
Up with the lark and away we go
Treading so lightly in the snow
Skippin, and runnin, and jumpin so high
Scenting the air, as we touch the sky

Rollin and diving, and sliding away
Playing in a magical snow filled day
Skippin and runnin, and jumpin so high
Scenting the air, as we touch the sky

We play, all day, we play

Ooooh Ahhh
We're riding high today
Ooooh Ahhh
Love's shining all the way

Music, Lyrics, Vocals, Harmonies, Guitar - Lizzie Taypen 
Cover pic - Pencil Drawing " Bridie" - Lizzie Pentland (Yes, there are daisies in winter ;) haha)

Snow Skippin Days

I've remixed a few songs that I think are worth a beter sound quality. There aren't many, but this is one of them, mainly because of the beautiful burlesque brass arrangement by my good old friend Dave.

[Rough translation of the Dutch lyrics]
DANCE FOOL
the wise is lagging behind the fools
the wise slowly walks on rigid foot
the fools stay constantly amazed
they have the music in their blood

dance fool, dance fool
dance fool, dance fool

the wise formulates in tight phrases
a judgment about evil and good
the fool hovers between despair and ecstasy
he will dance his way to fate

dance fool, dance fool
dance fool, dance fool

The end of wisdom 
is that one will never know anything
the fool forgets the truth
he picks a rose for the ball
whenever heaven breaks open
or the world will end
the wise claims and preaches
the fool stays in his illusions

dance fool, dance fool
dance fool, dance fool

Written*, performed & mixed by me
Saxes & Clarinets and horn/woodwind arrangement: Dave McKeown
Drums: Matt Snowden
Cover art: made with DALL-E

*the lyrics are an adaption of the poem “De wijzen blijven achter bij de dwazen” by H.W.J.M Keuls (1883-1968).

Dans Dwaas

DANS DWAAS (dance fool) with Dave McKeown

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?contentId=42508

Keeping It Together (Soul Shaker EP)

A track from the album Time and Tide, available on Bandcamp
amandasanderson.bandcamp.com/album/time-and-tide

Lyrics, music, mixing, production: Verulium
https://verulium.bandcamp.com/releases
Vocals: Amanda Kim Sanderson

It started in Garstang
Heading out for the M55 it's a beautiful motorway
But in the wrong direction 

I first saw Jimi in 75
Stood on the cowling of a seaplane not alive
But more like a saviour

I sat by the lakeside
Checking up on the stove and the gear for a very long holiday
To where the spirit takes me

He landed like a star on Derwentwater
His face was drawn so I offered him a quarter
Of Kendal mint cake

Driving the ghost of a famous 60s rock star
Around and around ’til we've built the energy
Living in the back of a camper van
The lakes are great and we do the best we can
One day we'll make it

We're parked in a lay by
Filling up with some beans on toast and a very nice Chardonnay 
To mark the occasion

In a white silk shirt and skin tight pants
He can't sing a note and he's banned all instruments
You've got to respect it

Driving the ghost of a famous 60s rock star
Around and around ’til we've built the energy
Living in the back of a camper van
The lakes are great and we do the best we can
One day we'll make it

We pin our hopes upon
The comeback show of the chosen one
At the Woodstock of the north
In Deeply Vale with Sandie Shaw and The Doors 

Driving the ghost of a famous 60s rock star
Around and around ’til we've built the energy
Living in the back of a camper van
The lakes are great and we do the best we can
One day we'll make it

But the times have changed
The stars have left?
We keep on chasing happiness none the less
One day we’ll find it

Time and Tide

Driving The Ghost Of A Famous Sixties Rock Star

Approaching Midnight

A special song about my Dad. (a tribute to John Prine's style of music)
Lyrics by Tony Harris that inspired Lizzie 
Vocal & Music by my friend Lizzie Taypen

I WOKE UP EVERY MORNIN'
TO THE SOUND OF HIM PLAYIN'
HIS OLD HARP IN THE KEY OF "C"
A GREAT MEMORY FOR ME

THEN HE WAS READY TO START HIS DAY
GRABBED HIS LUNCH...WAS ON HIS WAY
ALWAYS ARIVING EARLY AT THE JOB SITE
CAUSE BEIN' LATE WOULD NOT BE RIGHT

(CHORUS)
MY DADDY WAS A CARPENTER
HE LOVED DRIVIN' THEM NAILS
A SMALL TIME CONTRACTOR
ALWAYS FOCUSED ON DETAILS
NO AIR TOOLS BACK THEN
TO HIM…IT WAS A SIN
IF YOU DIDN'T USE A HAMMER

HIS WORK DAY'S...THEY WERE LONG
FILLED WITH HARD WORK AND SWEAT
NOW DON'T GET ME WRONG
MY DAD HAD NO REGRETS

HE LEARNED HIS TRADE
IN THE ARMY DURING THE WAR
WORE OUT MANY A SAW BLADE
AND HUNG MANY A DOOR

(REPEAT CHORUS)

ON SUNDAY WE WERE ALWAYS GOIN'
TO THE COUNTRY CHURCH NEXT DOOR
HIS BIBLE, HE WAS ALWAYS READIN'
DIDN'T WANT TO BE THE MAN HE WAS BEFORE

(REPEAT CHORUS)

2020 © Lyrics by Tony Harris (BMI)

My Daddy Was A Carpenter - Lyrics by Tony Harris - Featuring Lizzie Taypen - Original

The songs I've always loved writing are those that come easily, whether they are 'soul-baring' personal expressions or 'thought-constructed' forms. 
This came very quickly.

Sketch: "Bereshit" (Brian Peters) 

I’VE GROWN USED TO YOU
(Brian Peters)

I’ve grown used to you
What can I say
I can’t seem to tell it right
Any other way
I get to feeling all the things that you do
Ooh babe, I’ve grown used to you

I’ve grown used to you
Does it seem bad
Like it’s always been this way
For the little time we’ve had
Feels like we’re riding on an old country bus
Ooh, babe, I’ve grown used to us

I’ve grown used to you
I’ve grown used to you

I’ve grown used to you
More than a wife
Like I’ve known you somewhere else
In another life
Feels like we’re locked inside an old memory
Ooh babe, and you’ve grown used to me

I’ve grown used to you
Close as I can
For all the distance that they say
Between a woman and a man
You’re still a mystery, I don’t know where you’re at
Ooh babe, and I’ve grown used to that

I’ve grown used to you
I’ve grown used to you

(Solo)

I’ve grown used to you
At the end of the day
I can’t seem to tell it right
Like you heard me say
Guess I believe in magic and déjà vu
Ooh babe, I’ve grown used to you

I've Grown Used To You

Hello everyone! I've been here since July 2012. 
I hope you enjoy these songs. Thank you for listening!

A playlist: https://soundcloud.com/johnny-minstrel/sets/brian-peters-the-song-man
My Kids: https://soundcloud.com/levana-and-jehan-peters

Those I've collaborated with, or who have covered my songs:

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https://soundcloud.com/jrcros
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https://soundcloud.com/krum41
https://soundcloud.com/joakimlartey
https://soundcloud.com/ofemi
https://soundcloud.com/chrisliving
https://soundcloud.com/progrockdan1
https://soundcloud.com/textosh
https://soundcloud.com/sciencebase
https://soundcloud.com/lonesomedstringband
https://soundcloud.com/hilary-dirlam?ref=clipboard&p=a&c=0
https://soundcloud.com/the-celturian?ref=clipboard&p=a&c=0
https://soundcloud.com/raging-rausch
https://soundcloud.com/user-996383829
https://soundcloud.com/user-53145152-479345033

My main page is:
https://soundcloud.com/phoebeelena/tracks
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I've Grown Used To You

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