like the military drum beat. fits the theme

great statement and observation. lots of strong lyrics. couldn't agree more and it is hard to explain I spend time writing things to explain this as well

Incredible lyrics that are sadly true but what a brilliant song. "Reach into the well my Son, of bottomless dependence" Bravo sir

nice acoustic guitar playing! good cool voice!👏🙌👏

Lovely sentiment, ambience and performances!

This could be a classic , well done Bruce !

DOWN THE LINE
Written, Performed, Produced & Mastered
by Andrew Borderick Coptright AB Music 2021
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zo_Tm55fLsY

ONE DAY IT WAS ALL FOR YOU
LEARN TO GIVE AND TAKE BUT CRY
A BIRTHDAY WISH IS ALL THATS TRUE
A WISHING WELL WITH NO DESIRE

TEN YEARS ON AND TO SMART TO LEARN
ON YOUR BIKE AND LOST IN STUFF
I THINK ABOUT THE SCHOOL DAYS GONE
WHAT WE SEE WE LEARN TO TRY

YOU CAN GIVE THEM LOVE, GIVE THEM ALL THE TIME
SOMETIMES IN THEIR LIFE, THEY WILL FIND

WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET
AND WE'RE PASSING IT DOWN THE LINE
WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET
DOWN THE LINE.........
WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET
DOWN THE LINE.........
WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET
(break)
THE WISE GREY MAN CAN BEARLY HEAR
GRANDCHILD SENDS A TEXT OF LOVE
LOOKING OUT ACROSS THE SEA
HE REMEMBERS HOW HE USED TO BE

YOU CAN GIVE THEM LOVE, GIVE THEM ALL THE TIME
SOMETIMES IN THEIR LIFE, THEY WILL FIND

WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET
AND WE'RE PASSING IT DOWN THE LINE
WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET
DOWN THE LINE.........
WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET
DOWN THELINE.........
WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET

LIFE

DOWN THE LINE

DOWN THE LINE (see info for video link)

“Every great cause begins as a movement, becomes a business, and eventually degenerates into a racket.” - Eric Hoffer  

Yes, the grievance machine must be fed.  And the more it eats, the more it wants.  The struggle must continue, the war must never end.   A passage near the end of this song summarizes my feelings about this never-ending game, as follows:

And I’ve watched it through the decades,  and I’ve come to the conclusion,
It will never change.
It makes me sad to tell my children, “When you become my age,
It will be the same.”

Lyrics...
Yes we’ve come a long way Son
But never can enough be done
We won’t let you down, my Son
No we won’t let this war be won

So Hands Up, lift ‘em high, keep the word alive
Hands Up, forever must the narrative survive
If you wear your bloody bandage well
The world can watch you lose
It gives us so much more to use
Trust us Son…..we do it all for you.

Reach into the well my Son, of bottomless dependence
Deep pockets to the left will keep it fed
Draw from it your victimhood, be handed down your sentence
Your children can still serve it when you’re dead

So c’mon now….	

Hands Up, lift ‘em high, keep the word alive
Hands Up, forever must the narrative survive
A permanent emergency, the crisis never dies
It’s eternal shame & strife
You may see a finish line….
Oh Son, but you can’t cross !!

Hands Up !!  Hands Up !!
Ah, can you hear me now?.....

And the grifters & their ilk, craft issues to be milked
They convince the shy, you will never fly
Till the Eagle has been killed
Fresh soldiers train in the ivy halls
And the scholars preach, come heed the call
Flaunt the wounds, provoke the pain
And open up the sores
Come & pick the scab, and let it bleed, bleed, bleed

See you have to understand my Son…

No we can’t ever let it heal
It’s our transfusion, our cover shield
God knows what would be revealed
If they ever peel it back….

Hands Up!!  Hands Up!!

And I’ve watched it through the decades
And I’ve come to the conclusion
It will never change
It makes me sad to tell my children
When you become my age
It will be the same

Hands Up, Hands Up

In 1965 the heroes gave their lives to change the rules
In 2065 the hustlers still will seek this fight to use....

Hands Up !! (Keep the Word Alive)

Symmetry

They wake you up,then lay you down
The part in between
Is just waiting around

The TV plays the same old shows
Groundhog day
From beginning to close

When your time is over And your picture's on that door
They won't need locks to keep you there
In room 54

The window shows the world outside
A million miles away 
From your bedside

When your time is over And your picture's on that door
They won't need locks to keep you there
In room 54

Your life's been lived and your time is done
The last great battle
Just can't be won

When your time is over And your picture's on that door
They won't need locks to keep you there
In room 54

Room 54

A bittersweet love song for former girlfriends and former buddies, who have canceled me… all is good, just love the simple riff… my wife gave me that haircut, during the Covid era, ha!😎🙏👍

Only A Fool

oh, my mother says she prays for me, every single night,
she says she prays, that i will be just all right.
living in the future.

vocal by tony mills of spark
written by eddie angel
arranged, played & produced by kid otari
drums by greek god yanni alfiers

cover AI midjourney Art by Marc Reusser

mastering by guillaume
soundcloud.com/guillaumelecompositeur/tracks

Living In The Future 20230114
Recorded on tape at the Laundry Room, Oakland California
8-channel 1/2" Otari MX5050

Living In The Future

This track was created in response to someone's inquiry about what our sonic interpretation would be of Robert Frost's poem, The Road Not Taken. We felt this tied into our planned topic for our upcoming release of Acceptance, perfectly.
We all "find ourselves" at the proverbial "fork in the road," throughout our lives. We can choose to sit there and "drown" or become "paralyzed" in worries about which fork will be "the right one," while trying to "sift through the evidence" of what's worked well for others... or we can do what simply feels right for us, radical Acceptance of Self. 
Additional choices will have to be made by us, upon reaching each impending upcoming fork, and we can become more "in tune" with the wisdom we've gained in life... looking at everything we know, everything we thought we knew, everything we want to learn, experience, feel, express, etc. and realize maybe the purpose of C19 "on a grander scale" was to help us realize the brevity of life, what's truly important to us underneath everything... all the judgments, fears, facades, aka... the absolute BS... and help hopefully more people figure out it's up to each of us to set boundaries we want and deserve for healthier living. 
If we want all people within our life purview to respect and honor us with honesty, loving, and fully supportive relationships, etc. then, we need to set the boundaries of intention to not be treated as a game, as an option, etc. no matter the relationship type. It's up to us to make our wants and needs of support known to those within our circles and make the necessary changes when we are shown anything "less than" what we know and have stated in clear, (not uncertain or "disguised" terms or methodologies,) we need. Stating what we want or need and honor those who have the forthright energy and awareness to tell us exactly what they want and need and whether they are in alignment with our wants, needs, goals in living healthily... and make the best decision for us. 
The frequent misinterpretation of Robert Frost's poem is The Road Not Taken has changed to The Road Less Travelled, whereby folks believe in one fork or path is better than the other. Evidently, that was not Mr. Frost's intention, as this poem was a sort of mockery at a friend's indecisiveness and choosing military service; and where because of his indecisiveness, in part, it caused his friend's swift demise. Therefore... for me/us, our interpretation is to simply not stand "forever" at the forks in the road. Don't be dwelling upon every shoulda, coulda, woulda... but, know who we are, stand firm in all we are, know what and who it is we want in our life, and be bold and brave enough to clearly and decisively tell them... not play games or "try to protect ourselves" from potentially being turned away, having our feelings hurt by being "rejected" which is never truly about us anyway... it's about each of us being who we are and feeling and living fully into ourselves being who we are called to BE and HOW we are called to BE. So much of life can be spent in riddles and going in circles; but, if we'd stop "spinning our wheels" and simply choose the fork that we are drawn towards... it is ALWAYS the right one, at the right time, going the direction for the life lessons we need in that timeframe. The roads are similar and may often go towards the same destination. It's all about the different lessons and scenery we'll see along the way. Some may have more waterside, some more rocky cliffs or terrain; but, it doesn't make one any less beautiful or worth taking. Our forks are the forks that spoke to us in each moment, new forks always arise... and one may eventually traverse towards the same path or road we chose not to initially take, if and when the timing is right for us. Until then, follow the fork or road of our heart's whisper... it doesn't ever steer us wrong. Even in the potholes along the way... there can BE BEautiful reflections in the puddles from any rain.

Road Not Taken

Greed-OdinsLair

Evening Blues (instrumental version)

Stefano Manotti - Borsa Nera

Performed by Stefano Manotti 

Music and lyrics by Stefano Manotti

All rights reserved ©

Arrangement and mixing : Giulio Carmassi (ex Pat Metheny group)

Executive production and mastering : Paolo Schianchi and OmniaMusica Recording Studio

TESTO

Volevo festeggiare con te
Ma mi accontenterò del vino
Sono passato da noi e ho preso già quel che avevo
Ma non mi ricordavo di un posto cosi vuoto
Qua ci son fogli che non san di niente,
Contratti dell‘Iren
Ed il tuo calendario
Con le frasi fatte di 365 giorni di felicità
E qualche peluche che ho nascosto nell’armadio
Ma come sempre ti ho lasciato un’anta aperta
E di sette anni non c’è
Non c'è già più una traccia
Basta poco ad abituarsi
Ad amarsi
E a svegliarsi con tutta un'altra faccia
La faccia di chi è lontano
Con una maniglia nella mano
Con una maniglia nella mano
E devo far presto a non lasciare traccia
Devo lasciarti le chiavi nella posta
Devo riuscire a chiudermi la porta alle spalle
A pensare che non c’è niente
Di eternamente stabile
Nessuna colpa da distribuire
Nessun ritorno in gran stile
Bisogna ripartire
Al primo vero litigio siamo affondati
È uscito tutto in una sera
Perché i non detti son rimasti tali
Ah, dimenticavo la tua borsa nera
E questa vecchia casa ormai sa di galera

LYRICS

I wanted to celebrate with you
But I'll settle for the wine
I passed by our place, and I've already taken what I had
But I didn't remember a place so empty

Here, there are papers that don't smell of anything
Contracts from the water company
And your calendar
With the clichéd phrases of 365 days of happiness

And some stuffed animals that I've hidden in the closet
But as always, I've left a door ajar for you

And there are no traces left of seven years
There's already no trace
It doesn't take much to get used
To loving each other
And waking up with a completely different face
The face of someone far away
With a doorknob in their hand
With a doorknob in their hand

And I have to be quick not to leave a trace
I have to leave the keys in the mailbox for you
I have to manage to close the door behind me
To think that there's nothing
Eternally stable

No blame to distribute,
No grand return.
We have to start over

At the first real argument, we've sunk
Everything came out in one evening
Because the unsaid things remained that way

Oh, I forgot your black purse

And this old house now smells like prison

Hands Up !! (Keep the Word Alive)

Bruce Avery

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