I'm with @gene-jumper-6 , back for more of this super cover track. So free and easy Chuck. That's playing, that's music my friend. Durge

such a warm road ...man you feel like yesterday in every good way

Nice take on this beautiful song Chuck. Fine picking and vocals. I saw Lyle Lovett here in Stockholm some years ago, he was touring with John Hiatt. It was a great concert that still lives in my mind.

Great to hear this one again, Chuck. Love your style. Most enjoyed.

Soothing song, Chuck, thank you sharing with us 🌸

hey Chuck, great pickin & singing, i love it.

My Playlist  2-05-2025

When Sean (http://soundcloud.com/something-memorable) suggested we do something together I was only too keen to work with him. Sean's work always resonated with me (we're probably stalked by the same demons) and I really felt it an honour. When he sent me the lyrics, it was almost immediate that the melody came - as if those lyrics set the melody by themselves. They were utterly moving, and when I hear them in song, I still get the shivers. Thank you so much Sean. And your arrangements are most superb indeed. What a pleasure working with you!

Music: Johnny Minstrel. 
Lyrics: Something Memorable  
Vocals, acoustic guitar and harmonica: Johnny Minstrel. 
Arrangement: Something Memorable.

OH BURY ME

Bury me on a Mountain, 
Where I’ll be close to God. 
Where I’ll smile watching the heavens, 
And wink up at angels from beneath the sod. 
Oh bury me on a mountain, 
For the snow has melted now. 
For I never could put down roots, 
Now let the wild flowers show me how.

Bury me in the Desert, 
The ground will be bone dry. 
There been too much Whiskey in my life, 
Time to give abstinence a try. 
Oh Bury me in the Desert, 
Where the sun has no tears to cry. 
Too many untruths have passed my lips, 
Now the sands will hide where I lie.

Bury me by the Ocean. 
Where the sunsets slips behind the waves. 
And the sea can whisper the endless 
Prayers over my grave. 
Oh Bury me by the Ocean, 
Where sea birds wheel and screech. 
In my time I stole too many kisses, 
Now only the waves will kiss the beach.

Oh bury me in that place 
That place somewhere 
If there no trace left to find me 
At least you’ll know 
I’m at peace out there.

Bury me in the Valley, 
Where the river has no name. 
And the willows rustle with the grace 
Of beauty that can’t be tamed. 
Oh bury me in the Valley, 
In days when summer has begun. 
I’ve drunk to much in my life, 
Now the green grass can drink in the sun.

Bury me in a Gold Mine. 
In the cool stillness of cut stone. 
Where the water’s constant dripping, 
Will sing a requiem for my soul. 
Oh bury me in a Gold Mine, 
Leave no trace of me above the ground. 
For I lost all the loves of my life. 
Let me rest where something precious has been found.

Oh Bury Me - A collaboration with Something Memorable

Part 62 of 266
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TAFFETA | Part 62

The life you are stealing from us..............

La vita che ci state rubando............

Sad Christmas  🌲

My Lyrics that inspired Glen are listed below.
Vocals, Music and Mix by Glen Granthem.

NOTHIN' LIKE THE SOUND	
OF RAIN COMIN' DOWN	
ON A COLD WINTER'S MORNIN'	
WHILE YOU'RE SLEEPIN'	
	
NOTHIN' LIKE THE SOUND	
OF BACON FRYIN' IN A PAN	
WHEN YOUR WAKIN' UP	
ON A COLD WINTER MORNIN'	
	
(CHORUS)	
WINTER RAIN COMIN' DOWN	
WHILE THE WORLD GOES ROUND	
WINTER RAIN COMIN' DOWN	
NOTHING LIKE THAT SOUND	
	
TO COLD TO GO OUTSIDE	
TO BORED TO STAY INSIDE	
A TIME OF FRUSTRATION	
AND A LITTLE DEPRESSION	
	
WE LONG FOR A SUNNY DAY	
SO WE CAN GO OUT SIDE AND PLAY	
BUT THE WINTER RAIN	
KEEPS COMIN' DOWN	
	
(REPEAT CHORUS)	
	
MY FRIEND, DON'T DESPAIR	
A REVIVAL IS SPREADING	
AND SPRING IS COMING	
CAN YOU FEEL IT IN THE AIR	
	
(REPEAT CHORUS - OPTIONAL)	
	
2023 © BMI Lyrics by Tony Harris

Winter Rain - Collab by Tony Harris & Glenny G's "One Man Band" - Original

Lyrics and spoken words by Tony Harris US
Vocals, Music and Mix by Mike Fox UK

TUPELO IS 40 MILES WEST OF WHERE HE LIVES
AND MUSCLE SHOALS IS 60 MILES NORTH 
HE GREW UP LISTENIN' TO ELVIS
AND SONGS RECORDED IN THE SHOALS 

WHEN HE DRIVES DOWN THE STREETS 
IN DOWN TOWN TUPELO 
LOOKIN' AT THE GUITAR CUTOUTS
HE CAN FEEL THE MUSIC IN THE AIR

THE MUSCLE SHOALS SOUND STUDIO
IS WHERE BROWN SUGAR WAS RECORDED
AND MANY OTHER GREAT HITS
BY FOUR GUYS CALLED THE SWAMPERS

MANY HITS HAVE BEEN RECORDED
IN RICK HALL'S FAME STUDIOS IN THE SHOALS
AND ARE STILL BEING RECORDED TODAY
SOMETHING ABOUT THE RIVER AND MUSIC

(CHORUS)
THERE IS SOMETHING ABOUT TUPELO HONEY
THAT MAKES HIM WANT TO LISTEN TO SOME ELVIS
THERE IS SOMETHING ABOUT MUSCLE SHOALS 
THAT MAKES HIM WANT TO LISTEN TO ROCK N ROLL
TUPELO HONEY AND ROCK N ROLL

TOURING ELVIS'S TWO ROOM HOUSE IN TUPELO
AND THE HIS GRACELAND MANSION IN MEMPHIS
MAKES HIM WANT TO GO BACK IN TIME
TO THOSE GOOD TIMES AT SUN RECORDS 

TOURING THE ALABAMA HALL OF FAME
AND DRIVIN' BY FAME STUDIO'S
MAKES HIM WANT TO GO BACK IN TIME 
AND MAKE SOME WORDS RHYME

(REPEAT CHORUS)

TUPELO HONEY AND ROCK N ROLL
TUPELO HONEY AND ROCK N ROLL

2025 © Lyrics by Tony Harris

Tupelo Honey and Rock n Roll - Collaboration by Tony & Mike Fox - Original

Too Far Away From You

The Night I Heard Caruso Sing (Everything But The Girl cover)

Enjoyed jumping in to sing along on this Fun Take on a really Bad Day as described by Tony Harris of Tony's Lyrics and featuring the Blistering Blues Guitar of Tom Adams. Photo Credit to My Daughter, enjoying our BM'r Beach Convertible on One Of Those Days between expensive repairs.....Now SOLD!!! Thank God! ;-)LOL
ONE OF THOSE DAYS - TL-TA-RB COLLAB 
(Any Other Day - Tom Adams Open Collab)               
(Blues/Rock)  
WELL, I WAS WALKIN' OUT THE DOOR…  
JUST WHAT DID I FEEL?  
YOU KNOW I FELT THE RAIN
  IT WAS POURIN' DOWN ON ME  
JUST POURIN' DOWN ON ME… OH, YEAH!  
  THEN I JUMPED IN MY CAR…..  
WELL, I TURNED ON THE KEY  
OF COURSE THE CAR WOULDN'T START
  HOW COULD THIS BE  …..
HAPPENIN’ TO ME?  
JUMPED THE CAR OFF
  …….AS I WAS DRIVIN' DOWN THE ROAD
  I HEARD A BUMPIN' SOUND
  A TIRE BLEW OUT   
WELL, I STOPPED THE CAR
  AND I OPENED THE TRUNK
  OF COURSE THE SPARE WAS FLAT
……IMAGINE THAT?
 WE WERE RUNNING FLAT
  I REACHED FOR MY CELL
  TO CALL OUT FOR HELP   
OF COURSE THE PHONE WAS DEAD  
WITHOUT A CHARGER IN SIGHT 
  FLAGGED A CAR DOWN  
JUST TO ASK FOR HELP
  BLEW HIS HORN  
AS THEY DROVE ON BY  
(CHORUS )  
WELL, I WAS HAVIN'   
ONE OF THOSE DAYS  
WHEN NOTHIN'S RIGHT
  ONE OF THOSE DAYS  
NO HELP IN SIGHT
  ONE OF THOSE DAYS  
OH YEAH, ONE OF THOSE DAYS  
(BRIDGE)  
HAVE YOU EVER HAD?  
ONE OF THOSE DAYS  
PRAY YOU NEVER HAVE
(OH….BRING IT ON HOME, TOM!!!)  
(CHORUS)  
© Lyrics by Tony Harris 2019 - Blues Guitar - Tom Adams  Vocals, Production - Riff Beach (Version Only)

One Of Those Days - Original

One Of Those Days - Collaboration with Tony's Lyrics & Tom Adams

www.bethwilliamsmusic.com
Beth Williams sings IN THE GARDEN written in 1912 by C.Miles Austin.  

IN THE GARDEN - Beth Williams

JIM ANDERS _ Rückwärts in die Zukunft

Composed & performed by https://soundcloud.com/garddwrporffor
Vocals, B3 and some lyric changes by conover
Guitar solo by https://soundcloud.com/afitzsimmons
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You wake up in the morning you got nothing to do
You Drink your first coffee of the day
You look at each other you got nothing much to say
But you say something stupid anyway

You look over to the best friend in your life
And wonder if they got something new to say
Sometimes the words we choose ain’t the best we could have used
Everyone has the blues

When your missing your loved ones in the center of your heart………Isolation is nowhere to be
So when this is all over we won’t have to be apart
Till then your here right in my heart

Take each day at a time because all these things must pass
It doesn’t do to look too far ahead
No person is an island we all need someone everyone has the blues

Now I don’t know exactly what road your traveling on and I'm not sure which way is west Girl
Somewhere down the line we gonna have to find more than the blues
We gotta turn this car around

There will be rainy days and we’ll pray for sunny days with our feet back on the ground Girl
Why would we ever want….why would we ever need to stay in this one horse kind of town

Everything is different…everything has changed
All the things you thought you knew were true
We are all so fragile don’t know what we have

Everyone has the Blues

Everyone has the Blues

Everyone has the Blues

Everybody Has The Blues ((Porffor/Conover))

Remembering old friends and places with such great images.  This song
was written by Lyle Lovett and Robert Earl Keen Jr,. while they attended
Texas A&M in the late 70's. It was released by Lyle in 1986.  What an American singer and songwriter.  A gem of a song

This Old Porch   (  cover - Lyle Lovett)

Written by Terry Reeves

Terry Reeves: Vocals
Hans Albers: All instruments, Arrangement, Production & Final Mix

Watching my brother Bri living out the last few months of his life was probably the most difficult thing I’ve ever had to do.  We had been told that there was no cure for his illness and that, at some point, the inevitable would happen.  But right up until the final few days, he refused to accept this, believing that, somewhere out there, there was some magical remedy he would find to take it all away.  He consulted with so many ‘alternative’ therapists, who all promised their brand of snake oil would deliver him from all that ailed him.  These were always both expensive and totally useless.  

A few weeks before he died, I was sitting by his hospital bed when he actually asked me, “Do You Believe In Magic?”  Knowing what I knew, what possible answer could I give?  Bri already knew the answer too but, all the same, I wished I could have given a convincing and unequivocal ‘yes’.  Difficult though it undoubtedly was, I had to reply that I didn’t but wanting to support him as best I could, told him I believed in him and would always love him 

There is nothing worse than watching someone in their final moments, particularly when they have been such an essential part of your life.  As you get older, facing this scenario becomes unavoidable and though age provides a better understanding of the fact, it never reduces the pain.  Both Gal and I faced similar bedside questions from Bri and this song tries to reflect those onerous, interminable times when one has to be both supportive and honest all at the same time.   

What can you say about Hans that hasn’t already been said?  When I sent him the demo of this song I did wonder if the subject matter may prove difficult.  But his  incredible ability to manifest every emotional nuance in his arrangements is something that always inspires and impresses, as demonstrated so beautifully here.  (Terry Reeves)

Do you believe in magic?
Do you believe in changing world?
Do you believe it's tragic?
Do you believe there's more to be told? 

Casting spells with waving hands
Praying thoughts with pagan strands
Making deals with Devil's soul
Sharing fears for spirit parole
No, no

Do you believe in magic?
Do you believe in immortal thoughts?
Do you believe in metric?
Do you believe in nine times nought? 

Tribal dancing, releasing curse
Tantric thinking, avoid the worse
Watching stars for future needs
Not drinking tea but reading leaves
No, no

Do you believe in magic?
Do you believe in sacrifice? 
Do you believe in panic?
Do you believe in rolling dice?

Chanting mantras one more day
Reiki heat takes pain away
Resurrection not in the plan
Wooden cross protect the man
No, no

Do you believe in magic?
Do you believe in searching prayer?
Do you believe in medics?
Do you believe in going nowhere? 

Holding bible in folded arms
Writing words, performing psalms
Chasing shadows, finding light
Avoid the truth, increase the fight
(Repeat verse)

No, no

Do you believe in magic? (Repeat until end)

Do You Believe In Magic? Cripple Club & Hans Albers (please see description)

Bleaklow: a windswept gritstone plateau in the Dark Peak area of Derbyshire. In amongst the stark features of this wilderness are peat bogs, heather moorland, the sad site of a B29 plane wreck and The Wain Stones. Two of these boulders form the amazing 'Kissing Stones' - an inspiring sight for those who venture up there.

Bleaklow Blues (The Kissing Stones)

Shades Of Gray

Wheelwright: voice, lyrics, vocal melody @wheelwright

Cheesemont Paisley-Paisley: drums, tambourine, percussion recording @hypnopompetus  

Jonathan Beckenstein: guitars, bass, orchestral samples, original music, mix

Fictive Sisters is a transatlantic collaboration of Wheelwright and Beckenstein. Our album Immaculate Distraction is available at: https://fictivesisters.bandcamp.com/album/immaculate-distraction

drums recorded at The Tension Headache Studio, Tsagarada, Pelion, Greece https://soundcloud.com/tension-headache-studio




See you same time tomorrow
Goodbye Kelly goodbye Sister J
Oh yes you hide your sorrow well but
No need to tell these kids that god does not appear to care

Oh if he's even there
 
Walked down to old St Martin it's
Dusk already there's cold December rain
In the Piccadilly lights
This place has seen the lost and found for
Seven hundred years
And so they come and pray
Or just to stay out of the rain
 
Oh were there words enough and time I would
Explain the world away and
If life's just a story (maybe) we can change the ending if we try
And though the past's been priced and sold
Tomorrows yet untold
 
Strayed into being happy
Fields of barley framed our stupid bliss
But it was all reflected lights
I never learned how to be kind until I lost someone I loved
But I'm not here to pray
Just trying to stay out of the rain
 
[Repeat chorus]
 
And the words become a song
And the child becomes a man

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Close Of Day (with Wheelwright)(Fictive Sisters)

Retired musician .  Just writing a few simple songs about
life and growing old.  Song about my childhood on a
Louisiana delta farm.  Most songs were written and composed by me on my Boss  BR8 Digital Recording Studio.  Hope to complete my first CD soon.  I have a few cover songs also.
 

This Old Porch ( cover - Lyle Lovett)

Chuck Aaron

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