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A truly beautiful song Chris, words indeed. Terrific songwriting. Durge

Wonderful melodic and harmonic song, nice voice and piano playing. 🎶💛

Really wonderful song! Awesome voices and piano!

Spectre 66

i reworked this song, I never really finished it when i posted it, i just kind of wanted to move on. This is a better song now.. I still can't get the vocals to sound right.. 
NOTE: I remixed this song, was able to get the pops and crackles out of the vocals

The evening fog had come, floating softly from the sea
and turned the world into a dream, where there is only you and me
when long ago we walked this shore,
and we had it all, but nothing more
not a memory you would keep
but it was everything to me

now time has burned away the fog, and we’ve come back to this place 
the silver sea and midnight sky underneath the milky way
but something’s lost along the way
where the water meets the sky so far away
it’s an illusion of the sea
they never really come to be

all I ever wanted, everything I thought I needed
I hoped to find in your heart     
If all of this meant nothing
then we’ve wasted all our time
We tried to be something we’re not
The same mistakes we’re making
The same bad road we’re taking 

It washes over me 
this is real, and not my dream
Let this be, go and find the one you need,
Who loves you for the things they see
Not what I want you to be
Not what you want me to be…

What I Wanted You To Be

As the old Soviet joke goes, “In the Soviet Union, we know what the future holds. It’s the past that’s always changing.”      (lyrics below, after the song description)                                             
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In this small, quaint college town, the town-gown relationship, for most of the 150 plus years since the college’s founding, had been productive.  The town benefited economically,  & students appreciated the town's charm, history & heritage.   Often on sunny days, classes of students would visit the park at the downtown square, brought by their history professors to learn not only of the town's history, but also about eleven young local men lost in America's Civil War, memorialized by the modest statue of a lone soldier, who had stood like a sentry at the the park's entrance since 1905.

But times change, don't they...
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More Americans died in the American Civil War than in any other war in our country's history, including each of the World Wars.  In my song, the word "Daughters" references the Daughters Of The Confederacy, a women's civic group formed in the 1890's by daughters (and wives & nieces) of men lost in that war.  The attached picture is the inscription on the base of a statue of a uniformed soldier, standing in a park in Dallas, Georgia, a small town 30 miles northwest of Atlanta.
                                                            



Lyrics....
My name is McKenzie, and Jenkins and Embry,
And eight other names you still hear in these parts,
For over a century, I stood quiet at the entry,
On East Main into Lafayette Park,
A plaque was engraved, told why I was placed,
On those gardened grounds,
In this Small American Town.

Commissioned in 1905,
By the Daughters for fathers who died,
I was erected to honor eleven so bold,
Not a single one knowing he’d never grow old,
On these boys account I’d forever stand proud,
Stand sturdy & stout,
In this Small American Town.

The kids from the college on Heritage Hill,
Would hold class in the park’s warm sunshine,
They learned of this cruel war we waged with ourselves,
How 600,000 had died,
And of eleven from here just about their age,
Small farmers & blacksmiths & craftsmen by trade,
None fought for cotton, not one owned a slave,
And they learned why the Daughters placed me on that mound,
To keep those boys’ memories around,
In this Small American Town.

But enlightened new students don’t meet in that space,
Through new glasses old wars just don’t look the same,
Now scholars say men who went off to that war,
Fought not out of duty, but hate,
I feared I’d be forgotten by Heritage Hill,
Yesterday’s soldiers, obscure battlefields,
But alas, rearranged history determined my fate,
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Wise men have long warned of changing the past,
Of purges & vengeance & iconoclasts,
Then one fateful night there was smoke rolling down from the Hill,

Quickly surrounded by torches of fire,
Cursing & spitting & rage in the air,
Rope round my shoulders, a cheer by the crowd,
I came crashing down to the ground….
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An uneasy quiet in the town since that day,
Hushed conversations about how things have changed,
But up on the Hill it’s all smiles & goodwill,
For it’s the 2nd weekend in May,
Ceremonial speeches, awards all around,
Uncles & aunts & parents in town,
To watch the sweet children who torched & burned me to the ground,
Be awarded their caps & their gowns,
In this Small American Town.

Small American Town

Some of Us is Me

2022 Janine Levinson
Guitar: Jonathan Beckenstein  @jonathan_beckenstein
   
I’m sorry that I’m not somebody else    
I’m sorry if I let my people down
I didn’t ask for anybody’s help        
I’m sorry that I waited for this long

But it’s like trying to move your life ahead with a stranger at the wheel 
While trying very hard to get along

I’m sorry that I wrecked my lover’s heart
I hope he knows I wrecked my own heart too
I should have looked somewhere outside myself
I hope there’s room for me inside of you

Cause I’ve been trying to stand up straight when I am broken past repair
And still trying very hard to fix what’s wrong 

Some folks have got it made 
Frolicking in the shade of live oak tree
But some of us we don’t sing so loud, 
And we’re looking down
Some of us is me

I sometimes wish tomorrow wouldn’t come
But yesterday has problems of his own 
Next to you’s the only thing I’ve got
I wish I knew someplace where I belonged   

And I’ve been trying to stand up straight 
‘Cause I was thinking you might share--
And make my little world not feel so wrong

Some folks have got it made 
Frolicking in the shade of live oak tree
But some of us we don’t sing so loud, 
And we’re looking down
Some of us is me

Some Of Us Is Me - with Jonathan Beckenstein

Inspired by the Artemis project by NASA to return to the moon

Return To The Moon

Queen Of My Castle - Piano version

So, this is another one that i did kind of at the beginning, and I could never get it right, so i did a little makeover on it. I changed the key so I wouldn't have to sing in the break so much, and I added some harmony, which I totally cheated on. 

Here's  the original description...

So the narrator wants to write a beautiful song for the one he loves, but he hears the adage that you have to write 200 bad songs before you can write one good song. So, he writes 200 songs and throws them away so he can have a perfect song to express his love...this is not that perfect song, it's a tribute to that perfect song lol

200 words, I’ve written down
In this beat up yellow pad I carry around
Each ones a mirror of you
Reflections straight and true
the truth and beauty that is you
I have found

2oo lines, I poured into
Give me the strength I need to finally face the truth
It’s too late to start again
Look at the state I’m in
How could I ever win, then I found you

Hold on! The world opened up before me
Hold on! It’s unfamiliar territory
Give me shelter from the storm
Wrap me in your arms
keep me safe from harm

And every word, that I write
Fills up the lonely days all the lonely nights
Words I never said, that I wrote down instead
Kept them in my head till I turn out the lights

Hold on! The world opened up before me
Hold on! It’s unfamiliar territory
give me shelter from the storm
Wrap me in your arms
keep me safe from harm

200 songs I threw away
200 chords and notes I lost until today
Each one a painting bold,
Our stories never told
Forged in fire and wrought in gold, I thought I’d never play

200 Words

It's Not A Straight Line - Jamie Rhind

Night Moves

collaboration with IPG1.
Lyrics by IPG1 (aka Ian Greaves)

IPG1 & Quick On The Drawing - Oh Yeah Lou

Well i wrote this song for the Rolling Stones if they should ever get around to listening to it,  i have always been a big fan so i decided to mix a bit of Gospel, a bit of Blues and Hey presto a new song for Mick and Keith. In true Keith Richard tradition i took my Bass E string off and tuned the guitar to key of G. The main guitar is the Bridge pick up on the Les Paul giving a nice rounded sound and the lead is the bridge pick up more giving a more trebly and cutting through the mix a bit. No processing all clean as they sound. My vocals have a bit of Saturation and distortion and Compression to give me that bluesy sound, hope you'll like it and Mick & Keith if your out there let me know how i did..

Written by Johnny Mc Farlane for the Rolling Stones.

Wash My Soul in the River

I am having a difficult time leaving comments right now. Please know I am listening and 'liking' everyone's work, and as soon as this gets worked out I will be commenting again.

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Thank you all for listening and your incredible comments, I appreciate you all

200 Words

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