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Song Of The Seas

This song is about losing my wonderful big brother when I was a young man. He bought me 'The White Fender Strat' and said quietly through his smile "No excuses now...". Thanks forever bro, this is for you as always.
 
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SMOKE

Growing up, looking up
I have never had my toast buttered on both sides
I started crying the day 
I watched my father clearing the overgrown weeds at the top of the garden and realised 
And realised
That wasn’t what he was doing
Ooh no

It was a still day 
So still
It was a still life
And the smell of the smoke never quite left our clothes
Five years
And another
Five years

There was a silence 
Where my beautiful dead brother still lived between us 
And that quietness wasn’t burned with the weeds

It was a still day
It was a still life 
So still
And the smell of the smoke never quite left our clothes
Five years
Another
Five years

Digging the sod in Donegal 
Praying for muscle, bunched like a ball 
Sweat and pride loved standing tall 
Anticipating 
Eye-watering 
Peat-stove fire 
That would 
Warm 
Cook 
And flavour our bones

It was a still day 
Still day
It was a still life 
Still life
And the smell of the smoke never quite left our clothes

Another
Five years
And another
Five years...

Five years
Tick tock
Five years
My father lost his sense of smell and his pulse in cenotaph central heating
Five years
And my orphaned senses 
Five years
Still feel that fire

And smell that smoke...

© July 2021 - Phil McWalter

Image: 'Peasant Burning Weeds' 1883 Van Gogh

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Smoke

Perseidy

I tried to create a Celtic and Latin fusion here! Hope someone enjoys. Mastered fabulously again by my lovely and talented bf Sander! 😊🎶❤️💕🎼🎧🎤🎵🎹

MUTUAL

Solo Piano.  Created LIVE in Real-Time at the Enlightened Piano Concert at the Cottages of Carmel, Carmel-by-the-Sea CA.

Photo provided by Greg Carr, my brother.

Year of Music: September 2, 2025

Gallop

just some spawns off of my original sequence

Calm

Don’t Give Up The Day Jobs - based on the original collaboration invitation https://soundcloud.com/dave-mckeown/dont-give-up-the-day-job
Music by Dave McKeown https://soundcloud.com/dave-mckeown
Lyrics and vocals Mark J Bennett 
Some vocal melodies and a line or two I owe to my dear friend, the late NiggyQ https://soundcloud.com/sanigar

Just when you thought,
It couldn’t get much worse.
Zero hours contracts,
Universal Credit curse.
Without Gran there’d be no childcare,
Without the food-bank, the cupboard’s bare.
Don’t give up the day jobs,
Work nights as well.

I’ve always been a grafter,
Never one to shirk,
Early morning papers, 
And weekend laundry work.
No time left for more education,
No energy left, nor motivation.
Don’t give up the day jobs,
Work nights as well.

Why does it have to be this way?
Why don’t debts ever go away?
Still we’ve lived to fight another day.
I fear it’s the way, that it’s going to stay.
Accept the lot you’ve got, the life you live from day to day. 
Day to day, day to day.

Just when you thought,
It couldn’t get much worse.
I made an insurance claim, 
But they wouldn’t reimburse.
Is it worth it just to keep standing still? 
We can’t afford to ever get ill.
Don’t give up the day jobs,
Work nights as well.

Don't Give Up The Day Jobs (Dave McKeown/Mark J Bennett)

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

Release date : November 6th 2020.

Thank you very much indeed for taking time to listen to my work
and for all your support. I really do appreciate it!

Enjoy!

Reflective Stars - TheDelta57

Through a Glass Darkly: A Prelude

“A painter paints pictures on canvas but musicians paint their pictures on silence.” -  Leopold Stokowski

A member of Cellar Door which you can find here: https://soundcloud.com/cdoor

"The most powerful and magical language is music. The reason for this is that music is the original language. Music is not ornamented poetry, and poetry is not ornamented prose. Poetry is fallen music, and prose is fallen poetry. Prose is not the original language; it is poetry made practical. Even poetry is not the original language; it is music made speakable, it is the words of music separated from their music. In the beginning was music." (Peter Kreeft, Philosophy of Tolkien)

Through a Glass Darkly: A Prelude

Classical Glass