Dear friends, the other day I saw a video from a bomb-ravaged city. A small dog walked among the ruins and seemed to be searching for something. Then I got inspiration for this song.
How can the warlords be allowed to continue their killing spree. They seem to be driven by greed, by hatred, or by a distorted religious view.

A Dog looking for his Master

In the night between the buildings where the battle took place
the lonely dog was searching for his master who is just a little
boy, nine years old - they walked out together
when the bombs hit the streets of their dear hometown
The situation here in this world - can no longer continue

The little boy has lost his mom and his dad during this war
the only relative he has is the little dog he found forty-
four days ago - and now they are separated
during these misarable days in their hometown
The situation here in this world - can no longer continue

The dog sniffs around all the ruins and all the dirt
with the intension of finding some signs which can tell him where the
little boy may be - and suddenly he found him
he was stuck under concrete masses but still he was alive
The situation here in this world - can no longer continue

The dog bumped his nose against the little boys dusty cheek
 he looked for a reaction and after a while the boy can 
open his eyes - and after some licking
he can see that the young man can produce a smile
The situation here in this world - can no longer continue

A Dog looking for his Master (Lyrics in English in description)

If you’re looking for the perfect specimen, I’m probably not your guy
And if you’re looking for a romance novel plot you might as well pass me by
I’m not trying to be somebody who I am not
I’m not trying to look like some kind of creature that time forgot

I’m probably not goanna be your private prince charming
But hey that’s okay cause you’re no princess yourself
But maybe baby you and me can fulfill each other’s fantasies
Even if it’s only for awhile
Maybe we could use our imagination to add a little spice to the situation
You never know we might even have a good time

If you’re looking for a smooth operator to say the words you want to hear
Then you probably don’t want to have my mouth whispering in your ear
I’m not trying to play any particular game
I’m just looking for a little connection and I thought you might be looking for the same

I used to be romantic but lately not so much
It sure would be nice to have a little human touch 

I’m probably not going to be your private prince charming
But hey that’s okay cause you’re no princess yourself
But maybe baby you and me can fulfill each other’s fantasies
Even if it’s only for awhile
Maybe we could use our imagination to add a little spice to the situation
You never know we might even have a good time
You never know we might have a really good time.

If You're Looking

Fredo’s Boat Ride

City of angels

hey there mother
I can hear you
though I'm far, far away

hey big sister
now I miss ya
wasn't supposed to go this way

the river
gives and takes
like my father
I was born to live

under water
you get closer
to the beginning

you can only do 
what you do

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fPDyMlxVP5Y

Michael Weber's Album

the river

This song I wrote way back in 1999 and Sharri once again sang it to perfection! I sang it with her in some sections and I regret doing that today! Should have let her sing it by herself. It was recorded on my old 8-track tape recorder so the sound quality is a bit poor, so sorry about that! The video, however, is new and just recently finished it posted on YouTube - https://youtu.be/OQiLR-40ue8
      The song is about a couple breaking up and the man wishing that his woman would STAY and not leave him. A very common story and one that I went through myself. This song was written for a man to sing but Sharri sang it so well, I had to let her have it! I hope everyone enjoys it and I hope everyone is having a wonderful summer! Cheers!🥂

“STAY”

YOUR LOVE WAS NOT STRONG ENOUGH,      
MY LOVE WAS TOO STRONG,      
YOUR STAY WAS NOT LONG ENOUGH,        
I'M STILL HOLDING ON,                   
IT'S KIND OF IRONIC,            
HOW WE'RE NOW AND WE WERE THEN,      
YOU EMBRACED LOVE TOO QUICKLY,      
AND NOW I CAN'T LET IT END,

YOU BLAME YOURSELF FOR HURTING ME,      
BUT THE FAULT WAS HALF MINE,       
YOU BLAME YOURSELF FOR DESERTING ME,       
IT WAS JUST A MATTER OF TIME,      
I DIDN'T PAY ATTENTION,      
TO YOUR WANTS, YOUR THOUGHTS, YOUR NEEDS,      
NOW YOU'VE LEFT WITH MY HEART,      
AND I'M LEFT WITH MEMORIES,
THE GUILT IS HANGING OVER ME,           
LIKE A HAUNTING MELODY,           
BURNED INSIDE MY MEMORY,             
HELP ME FIND A WAY,           
TO MAKE YOU STAY,
     
YOU FELT THERE WAS NO FUTURE,      
I SAW OUR FUTURE SET,       
YOU SAW ME AS A LOSER,      
I SAW YOU AS THE BEST,          
I WAS SO CONTENDED,      
JUST TO HAVE YOU HERE WITH ME,      
BUT TRUE LOVE COULDN'T KEEP YOU HERE,      
INSTEAD IT SET YOU FREE,
      
THE GUILT IS HANGING OVER ME,           
LIKE A HAUNTING MELODY,           
BURNED INSIDE MY MEMORY,             
HELP ME FIND A WAY,           
TO MAKE YOU STAY,           
HELP ME FIND A WAY,           
TO MAKE YOU STAY,           
TO MAKE YOU STAY,            
STAY.
                              
BY JIM VALDES © 1999

SHARRI

"STAY" (Feat. Vocals By Sharri)

Play me some shirtless Iggy Pop
A little bit angry and over the top
Give me some distance to get away from here

When I get to running
I always run into you
When I get to running
I always run into you

My friend told me that I’m a goner
A love lost loser in the corner
Give you up and get far away from here

Now, when I get to running
I always run into you
Yeah, when I get to running
I always run into you

We ran our game all over this town
Sometimes up and sometimes down
I’m still moving trying to get there from here

Now, when I get to running
I always run into you
Yeah, when I get to running
I always run into you

When I get to running
I always run into you
When I get to running
I always run into you
When I get to running
I always run into you

RUNNING

à défaut de pouvoir remettre le monde à l'endroit, chercher l'envers : une nature encore à peu près préservée, un endroit pour rêver ( à l'envers ? )

la Brière un matin

In Two Minds Tbh

Verse 1: Country roads, busy crossroads Dressed in Christmas style In the air, there’s a feeling of home Kids are laughing’, boots a-tapping’ Howey’s shared all the while And on every small-town square you hear

Chorus: Silver bells (silver bells), silver bells (silver bells) It’s Christmas time in the country Hear them chime (hear them chime), so divine (so divine) Soon it’ll be Christmas day

Verse 2: Barn lights twinkle, fires crackle In a glow of red and green As folks rush to gather their treasures Snowflakes drifting’, children listening’ To stories old and dear And above this peaceful scene you hear

Chorus: Silver bells (silver bells), silver bells (silver bells) It’s Christmas time in the country Hear them chime (hear them chime), so divine (so divine) 

Verse 3: Hear the horses, sleigh bells jingle As they trot through fields of white Neighbors wave and wish “Merry Christmas” Joy is spreading’, hearts are mending’ In this place so full of cheer And the sound that binds it all, so clear

Chorus: Silver bells (silver bells), silver bells (silver bells) It’s Christmas time in the country Hear them chime (hear them chime), so divine (so divine) Soon it’ll be Christmas day

Outro: Silver bells (silver bells), I hear silver bells It’s Christmas time in the country Hear them chime (hear them chime), so divine (so divine) Soon it’ll be Christmas day                                                                                                              
                                                                                                                             
                                                                                                                             
                  All music is property of Nash Wyatt. © 2024.

Silver bells,

_ Why_ (Remastered)

A song about a rebel who no longer wants to rebel.
Produced by Jo Ellis, Ladismith, South Africa
Artwork by Kira Allmann

Craving The Shackles

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A musician in the USA, originally from Manchester, UK. Chirpy tunes that tell a tale.
Contact: c.molloy.music@gmail.com

Craving The Shackles

Conor Molloy

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