Gorgeously jaunty and melancholic at the same time!

Nice song Chris,your voice is setting the mood and your lyrics are cool.

Music & Lyrics: Margareta Theorin

DU, MUSIKEN OCH JAG

Du och musiken 
gör mitt liv, värt att leva.
Varje dag vi har det fint
Du, musiken och jag.

Vi sjunger, spelar
skriver maskin
och umgås som bara vi kan.
Dagar blir till veckor
månader till år.
Snart vi sitter och minns
det som varit.

Tiden bara rusar
musiken enbart tjusar.
Vår kärlek lever med oss
för alltid.

Du och musiken ....

Lyckan har vi funnit
alla år som runnit.
Utan hopp och mening
levde vi då.

Stämmor 1993 Margareta

Du, musiken och jag. 1399 ( 1993 ) Margareta Theorin ( Margareta )

The Well © Chris Wiggs 09.12.17
Artwork © Chris Wiggs 09.12.17

The Well
V1
We draw from the well, you and I
Over and over, the well is soon dry
Every day is the same, while we wait
Wait for the rain
V2
The clock in the hall by the bedroom door
Unsettles itself and and tells us it’s four
While the night flies away, can you stay
One more day
Ch1 
Look in the well, see a face you know well
Can you resist the path that exists
The pull to the deep and the fall to relief
Without it there’s pain, so you fall back again
V3
We’re falling forever, you and I
The walls of the well and the vanishing sky
Disappear in the gloom of the darkened room
The screech of the owl and the howl, howl of the moon

The Well

Never Been More Beautiful
Words and Music ©2020 Christopher Pendergraft

For my wife of 21 years, Kimberly, same last name. She is a true kind-hearted inspiration to me, who has been there for me like I could not even imagine. When we started, we were juts dreams and will, and to see that get shaped into a family is more than this guitar player could have ever dreamed of. Now having a family is not an easy task, the luckiest people still deal with stress, as the Buddha said, life is suffering, but as a  young man, I saw no way forward as both an artist and a family man, and thank God I was wrong about my own capabilities. 
Last night my son told me he wanted to minor in art, he is already teaching himself music now, and that is how it goes, we pass our dreams down like we do our virtues and failings and that is life. 
So the other day,  while working on our front garden next to my studio,  I was sure that Kim was more beautiful than the first moment I saw her, because now there is so much more, so much trust and a willingness to take chances, explore options and see the next stage of our lives and our love open up. Same team, same bad, dark sense on humor, same friendship.
We are both shit out on work, because of covid 19 and I dont think we have ever spent more time with each other; and its really good. So take a chance on love if it presents it self, It works out if you bet the right horse, it pays out triple. Tripple!!

Never Been More Beautiful

Words and Music by Christopher Pendergraft
for Torchfireheart

You and I 
traded in our youth
for a child
then there was 
another
Out of the whole cloth
of dreams and perspiration 
we carved a life
with each other
We left the envy 
and the smalltalk
at the door
so we could learn
each other 
And on this fine spring day
It this warm clear light
Its so clear to me    
You are like 
no other

You've Never been more beautiful to me
take a minute wont you sit by my side 
You've Never been more beautiful to me
take a minute wont you sit by my side 

I know where I was before
I was not lost 
but you brought more
More than my life could ever hope to be

You were what I was searching for
We built a life
Who could need much more
more than anyone could ever need

You've Never been more beautiful to me
take a minute wont you sit by my side 
You've Never been more beautiful to me
take a minute wont you sit by my side

Never Been More Beautiful

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

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

Spring brings the rising sun
Easing into summer days
Dark rain clouds and solitude
Are never too far away

Autumn is the king of thieves
Preying on the days of the old
A lifetime away from yesterday
The falling leaves and the cold

I’m running out of time
I’m last to cross the line
I’m feeling like an outcast in the depths of winter

The fools begin to win
I’m hollow deep within
Open up and let me in
All I need is shelter now...

I’m fading away
There’s a price I have to pay
For the wasted years and stupid fears
That made me what I am today.

Someone
Is waiting
To measure up your life

Balancing the wrongs and rights
Before you’re taken away
Taken away

Counting up the coffee spoons
Discarded since the days of your youth
The hinge on the door
That opens no more
The creaking sound you can’t ignore

I’m running out of time
I’m last to cross the line
I’m feeling like an outcast in the depths of winter

The fools begin to win
I’m hollow deep within
Open up and let me in
All I need is shelter now...

I’m fading away
There’s a price I have to pay
For the wasted years and stupid fears
That made me what I am today.

Four long seasons in solitude
A lease on life that can’t be renewed
In the winter of our discontent
We’re fading away
We’re fading away

Counting up the coffee spoons
Discarded since the days of your youth
The hinge on the door
That opens no more
The creaking sound that you can’t ignore

Time and Tide

Four Long Seasons In Solitude

Thank you to my good friend Paploviante for this superb track,

Urban Express Paploviante and FPM

How's your halo
when you've nothing to wear?
Hold you head up
on a wing and a prayer

Float like feathers
Float like feathers
Just open wide
wide

Elevate
the 
stars
pull
parachutes

Hold your head up
for there's nothing down there
With the open eyes
eyes

Elevate
the
stars
pull
parachutes

(we connect the stars)

How's your heavens
when you're stopping for air?

parachutes

This is a cover of an old song originally done by Dick Burnett, and covered many times through the years.  It came into modern rotation with the "Oh Brother Where Art Thou?" Soundtrack and this is our version with the talkbox kickin out the vocals!

Lyrix:

In constant sorrow all through his days!

I am a man of constant sorrow,
I've seen trouble all my days.
I bid farewell to old Kentucky,
The place where I was born and raised
The place where he was born and raised

For six long years, I've been in trouble
no pleasure here, on earth I've found
For in this world, I'm bound to ramble
I have  no friends to help me now
He has no friends to help him now

Maybe your friends think, I'm just a stranger
My face you'll never see no more 
(your friends, your friends!, your friends!  ahh!)
But, there is one promise that is given,
I'll meet you on God's golden shore.
I'll meet you on God's golden shore!

Teora!

Man of Constant Sorry

Rasputin Bones - I Am A Man Of Constant Sorrow

All Instruments By Martin Reed,
Produced By Martin Reed.
https://youtu.be/eB4VgSr9WW4

Tokyo Jams

An old anti war song I wrote many years ago. First track on here with no drums, but I kind of like that about it. 
Dedicated to anyone with PTSD.

Where Dogs Flew

A little sung poem.

When My Time is Done

When moonbeams prism starlight in a crystal grain of sand
As it slips into the ocean, from the furrow of my hand.
When warm fogs on the glaciers sit frozen by the sun
And the clock hands fuse in unison, I’ll know my time is done.

When a feather halts the rolling rock, in the shallow of its hill
While a rainbow melds to monochrome, and lunar orbits still.
As the hanging snow that fails to fall and the rivers pause their run,
With the swallows standing silently, I’ll know my time is done.

When the whispers of the moor grass take respite in the lee
And what was once myself is my lost memory of me.
When the final spark has flickered long before dawn has begun,
And the acrid mizzle sprinkles then I’ll know my time is done.

When clouds subsume the ribbons shredded scarlet in my mind.
The jaded thoughts of lamentation all that’s left behind,
As the boy soprano soft subsides, my hymn of life is sung
White horses on the Bamburgh coast will know my time is done.

When the minor keys of requiems float sweetly in the dust
The book is finally closed and bound, my history left to rust.
From chapel bells at midnight, a solitary peal is rung
The fossil tombstones weeping there will tell my time is done.

When my race from ashes to ashes and from dust to dust is won,
Then you, not I, will know for certain that my time is done.

When my Time is Done

Alternative Paths

Just like writing songs.

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