Monday Playlist for week of 4/1/2024

Words & Music: Pravinand Maharaj

You wear your winter coat of pure cashmere wool
I'm in the valley low, you're up on the hill
An icy light is tracing steps to my door
Don't know how much more of this I can endure

We live to fight to die for something you believe
And when it's over you'll give a victory speech
But I'm no martyr I'll not go gently into the night
My blood may dry but I wont give up the fight

* And you can beat me to submission in these cold, cold hours
Make for me decisions from your ivory towers
But don't you know for everyone there comes a time
Out there lies tomorrow waiting across the line

They say the heart of man is wicked above all things
And sometimes heaven is a place for peasant dreams
You've forgotten what is mine and yours and God's
You want it all you say no matter what the cost

But I am everywhere since Abel I've been killed
And you are many like Legion always will
You make and break, mend and bend every rule
But for my children's sake I never was your tool

*

Across The Line

Please Come to Boston - Dave Loggins (vocal cover) by D B Keith

Without You

I'm tired and Beat, dead on my feet
Aint slept a wink, pour myself another drink

Because I don't know what to do, Since I lost you

Walk'n around in a haze, past few days
Searching old haunts, because I know what I want

And its you, but is that true

Ever since you've been gone
Had sometime to think alone
Wondering what I should do
Just not used, being Without You

Well I'm damned if I do, Damned if don't
Maybe I'll keep searching, Maybe I wont

I'm just not sure anymore, what I'm searching for

If you had loved me, you wouldn't have gone
Without a reason, left me here all alone

Am I right or wrong, I'm not so sure

I cant lie its been hell
Getting to know myself
Its been a rough few days
Learning new ways, but its alright

Well I'm damned if I do, Damned if don't
Maybe I'll keep searching, Maybe I wont

I'm just not sure anymore, what I'm searching for

I'm just not sure anymore, what I'm searching for

Written and performed by Michael Duffy
Featuring Paul Gallagher-Dobro, Damien McGeehan-Fiddle, Mark Mclean-Banjo.
Recorded at Valley Music Studio with Terry McGinty.
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Without You - Original Song

"The beatings. The coldness. You never saw a smile."

Jimmy Stewart recounts experiences which are piercingly harrowing - but not uncommon.

He is one of thousands of survivors of institutions for children in Northern Ireland, where abuse of young residents was widespread.

When he was eight, Jimmy was taken into Nazareth Lodge in Belfast - a place he quietly describes as "a nightmare".

His mother had died of cancer, aged 32. His father was deaf and unable to speak.

"Though he tried to look after us, he couldn't," Jimmy says.

He remembers the nun who met him and his younger brother Patrick at the door called them "wee mongrels".

The boys didn't know what that meant at the time, but later learned it was a reference to his parents' mixed marriage - one was a Catholic, the other a Protestant.

Jimmy Stewart remembers getting "the mother and father of all beatings" after he ran at a nun when she was physically abusing his younger brother, Patrick.

The vivid nature of his memories are clear when he describes how a nun beat him "with her weapon of choice - a rung from a baby's cot, with piping and light blue paint on it".

Explaining how he became an alcoholic, Jimmy says: "If you ask anyone who's a heavy drinker, they'll tell you that you don't dream in a drunken sleep.

"You don't have nightmares. You don't have flashbacks. It numbs you. Keeps all that stuff away. Until the point it's going to kill you. Which it nearly did to me."

He describes spending "three years behind a locked door in my own house".

"I hadn't bathed or shaved. I think the last three months I spent in the same bathrobe."

He began to recover after he went into hospital.

But his older brother, Victor, "drank himself to death".

Jimmy becomes particularly emotional when he talks about how Victor was "so much changed" by what happened in Rubane House.

"We were always close. But those years took it out of us."

As an adult, Victor "couldn't discuss it - he probably didn't think there was any help for him".

Jimmy regrets deeply that Victor hasn't lived to hear the state apology.

Lyrics.

Hello little mongrel
Come on in
This is just the place
To cure you of your sin

We'll beat you black and blue
With whatever comes to hand
You'll learn to obey
All of our demands

I drink to hide the flashbacks
I drink to numb my mind
Therapy's no good for me
I'm afraid what I will find

You took me and my brothers
Took us down to hell
We never had a smile or love
Became an empty shell

I can't believe in afterlife
I wish I could at times
They'd throw you in the darkest place
To pay for all your crimes

I drink to hide the flashbacks
I drink to numb my mind
Therapy's no good for me
I'm afraid what I will find

You got away with everything
Now you're not here to find
The children trusted to your care
You left broken and maligned

Suffer The Little Children

Been writing about methane holes in the arctic and fascists but who needs more of that stuff ? Here's some old heart song instead.

A Hard Woman. ( Steve Killingbeck )

You do get some nice surprises in this SC audiosphere of ours.

Imagine my delight when out of the blue Paco dropped me a note saying he'd composed some music and wondered if I might have a bash at some lyrics to match.  Of course, I jumped at the chance.

It transpired that his composition wasn't about anything in particular, rather, it was just one of those pieces that sort of emerge from a theme somewhere and grow into something very worthwhile but difficult to "place".  However, in our discussions about possible development ideas, I couldn't help but notice Paco's deep affection for his home city of Seville, and there’s only ever one outcome when England meets Seville…. 

Thank you so much, Paco, for the invitation to make some musical marmalade -  it was a hoot “jamming” with you!

Check out Paco's brilliant stream here: https://soundcloud.com/sonido-reflexivo
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Hot Seville Night

Softly as the dusk,
Certain as the easy sunrise
No need to rush,
Time stands still before your eyes.
Watching as the world plays out,
All its crazy bright tomorrows.
Ebbs and flows of human tide
Cool air hanging in the shadows,
Of a sweet perfumed, hot Seville night.

Orange blossom rain
Lazy jasmine musks the air
Aroma showers fall again
Kids with petals in their hair
In these melancholic times
Family smiles caught unaware
Bring sanity and peace of mind
Citrus blessings freely shared
In a sweet perfumed, hot Seville night.

Hot Seville Night
Senses move to ease the spirit
Wishing  I was back there in it,
My Hot Seville Night

Magic jacaranda sway
Violet through the Alcazar
Ancient histories replay
Laughter from the tapas bars
Rose flamenco passions flare
burning scarlet in delight
Festive celebration colours
Billow everywhere in sight
On a sweet perfumed, hot Seville night.

On a sweet perfumed, hot Seville night.......

Hot Seville Night (MidiSound asks 1234567890 to come out to play)

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Gary Reeves: Drums
Hans Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Tomorrow, 22 August 2022, marks ten years since my brother Bri died. Hard to believe. I remember that day as if it were yesterday. His ashes were released into the River Thames, from the towpath that runs alongside Fulham football ground (quaintly known as ‘Craven Cottage’). He’d been a lifelong supporter of the club so this seemed a very appropriate resting place for him.

For those unaware of the sporting ritual, nearly every year since 1839, there's been a boat race on The Thames between Oxford & Cambridge Universities, held on a course between Putney and Mortlake. It is quite the occasion, with crowds lining the banks of the river for much of the four mile, 374 yard distance. It is broadcast live by the BBC and the Fulham stadium can clearly be seen as the crews row past. Guess who we think of when that happens?

When we were kids, we lived on a housing estate just a couple of minutes from the river, so Boat Race Day was always special. Every family was either a vehement supporter of the light blues of Cambridge or the dark blues of Oxford which seemed quite normal at the time but, thinking back, appears quite odd now. We were all decidedly lower class, with precious little chance of attending any university, let alone Oxbridge. But I clearly remember having a punch up with another kid on the estate because he supported Oxford. Total madness…but in my defence, I was very young at the time.

The family ritual was to watch the race on the telly until it reached Hammersmith Bridge, run to the river to watch the boats go by and then run back to see the finish. You still hear folks say “We had to make our own fun in those days” and I rather think this custom now falls into that deeply enigmatic category.

So that’s how Bri’s death has become inextricably linked to The Boat Race and the thoughts I have of him when the drone cameras look down upon the crews as they zoom past Craven Cottage. The fond memories always win out over the political bewilderment…and, strange as it may seem, I still want Cambridge to win.

For you, Bri. We miss you. (Terry Reeves)

Ten years of ashes floating, reasons to find
Connected thoughts search sensitive mind
Watery echoes continue, grieving combined
Reluctant tidal memories, questions behind

Never to forget you're all part of me

Cambridge beat Oxford, repair some sorrow 
But cannot add smiles to a never tomorrow 
A two to one chance, exciting times borrow 
History growing up, running riverside to follow

Never to forget you're all part of me

Ten years have past left me standing here
No harmony practice, new song to appear
Every heartbeat 4/4 beat counting each year 
Independence not requested, vocal unclear

Never to forget you're all part of me

From Birth to final moments always there
No feeling exchanged or choosing to care
50 years of musical lifetime joined with stare 
Total love for a brother, dreams cannot share

Never to forget you're all part of me
Never to forget you’re all part of me

RELEASE THE ASHES - CRIPPLE CLUB & HANS ALBERS

I ran across this old Merle Haggard tune that was written in the 70's
Boy did it hit home and sure fits with things today.  This is another song
that Mike (Lefty Mike) did a little magic and added bass, harp and his
vocals.  He really made the song.  Thanks again Mike and thanks SC
members for the listen.

Jesus Take A Hold ( cover- Lefty Mike and Chuck Aaron)

Ever since I heard Pink Floyd's "Money" that song hook has been embed in my brain. Money is a constant chip on my shoulder as an indie musician but the passion and love of music makes it all worthwhile. What can I say like the Pusher Man said -  I mean bank manager said: "In God We Trust The Rest Pay Cash".


l’Argent - Money $ Money $ Money

Le dépanneur du coin veut plus te faire crédit
le dépanneur du coin veut plus te faire crédit
il dit “des bons comptes font des bons amis”.

Compagnie de téléphone veut te déconnecté
compagnie de téléphone veut te déconnecté
y disent ça fait des mois  t’es a pas payé.

l’Argent - maudite argent
l’argent - maudite argent
money-money-money-money
money-money-money-money
money-money-money-money
maudite argent.

Y’a ben du monde qui disent  l’argent fait tourner les roues
y’a ben du monde  qui disent l’argent fait tourner les roues
demande toé pas bonhomme pourquoi que je cruise les blues.

l’Argent - maudite argent
l’argent - maudite argent
money-money-money-money
money-money-money-money
money-money-money-money
maudite argent.
“In God We Trust - The Rest Pay Cash”

L'Argent (Money Money Money)

l'Argent -  Money $ Money $ Money

Written for songwriting contest, w/theme the Santa Fe River in n. Florida. Translations..."Timucuan": native people in n FL at time of Spanish Conquest.  "Cracker Cowboys": colloquial name for cattlemen who herded wild cattle north during the Civil War.  "O'leno town": ghost town on the Santa Fe, a swinging bridge built in the 1930's is still there.  

Roll On, River   c. 2023 by Mike Manetz

V. 1
The river was Timucuan,
Before the comin' of the white-man's gun.
'Neath the giant cypress trees,
They fished the river wild and free.
Spanish priests came one day,
Taught the natives how to pray,
Named the river Santa Fe,
River watched them fade away.

Chorus
Roll on, river,
On and on forever,
She'll be rollin' on when we're all passed and gone.
Through centuries of hopes and dreams,
Conquistadors, fools and thieves,
Roll on, river,
Roll on,
River, roll on...

V2
Cracker cowboys took control,
After driving out the Seminole.
Their cattle on the muddy banks,
Would feed the hungry rebel ranks.
Black man runnin' to be free, 
Down the Santa Fe on to the sea.
Midnight paddle down to where,
A Yankee gunboat's waitin' there.

Chorus

V 3  
Lovers at O'Leno town,
On a swingin' bridge they're lookin' down,
River rushes there below,
Like a thousand years ago.
Their kids will play computer games,
They'll forget the history and the names,
But the river holds the memories,
Of all she touches, all she sees...

Chorus




Their kids will play computer games,
They'll forget the history and the names,
Of all of those who came before,
Guess it doesn't matter anymore...

Centuries of hopes and dreams,
Conquistadors, fools and thieves,
All they left is all but washed away,
Their kids will play computer games,
And forget the history and the names,
of all of those who came before,
They don't care much for that anymore...

Roll On, River

Track 7 from our new album, The Shores Of Time, full album available on Bandcamp:

outstation.bandcamp.com/album/the-shores-of-time

The Shores Of Time

The Goddess Of Mercy

Acoustic strings dancing along on a cool breeze under the hot Summer sun. Rumble and sparkle of solid wood Martin Dread, strung with Martin Marquis Silked Phosphor Bronze 12's.....what it likes best. Re-stringing smaller bodies (000-OM's) with Martin Silk & Steel 11-47's. Yet, The Big Boy most wants to feed on PhosBronze. :D))))

Sunny Beaches All Around

SummerShine ©

Seasons change; as in weather, even more so in life, and if we're fortunate, we get one spin of the cycle.  Here is a little tune to celebrate those changes.

Change Of Season

A feel good song by Charlotte and I , the last one for this year but working on new stuff for 2024 . I've got another 3 songs out to finish the year off , the next one is in 3 days time . We would like to thank you for all the support you have given us this year , outstanding !

Time Of Our Lives

Time Of Our Lives ( Charlie and the Fox )

Fancy Free

Lyrics by Tony Harris US (listed below)
Vocals, Melody, Music and Mix by Mike Fox UK

GROWING UP IN THE COUNTRY
MUSIC WAS A SWEET MEMORY
WENT TO HIGH SCHOOL IN THE CITY
NEVER TOOK THE TIME TO PARTY

STUDIED HARD IN HIGH SCHOOL
NEVER ANYBODY'S FOOL
MADE GOOD GRADES IN COLLEGE
FILLED HIS HEAD WITH KNOWLEDGE

GRADUATED COLLEGE WITH A DEGREE
TOOK A JOB IN NASHVILLE TENNESSEE
CLIMBIN' THE CORPORATE LADDER
TO HIM..IT WASEN'T THE ANSWER

HE WAS PROUD OF HIS EDUCATION
THE CORPORATE LIFE TAKES DEDICATION
DIDN'T WANT A LIFE FILLED WITH STRIFE
DECIDED TO ABORT THAT KIND OF LIFE

(CHORUS)
PULLED HIS GUITAR OUT OF IT'S CASE
PLAYED SWEET HOME ALABAMA
FOLLOWED BY AMAZING GRACE
THE COUNTRY LIFE WAS CALLIN'
DECIDED TO LEAVE THE RAT RACE
CAUSE, THE COUNTRY LIFE WAS CALLIN'

(GUITAR SOLO)

HE PUT A COUNTRY BAND TOGETHER
NASHVILLE WAS THE PERFECT THEATER
SINGER SONGWRITERS WERE EVERYWHERE
MAY HAVE BEEN CRAZY BUT HE DIDN'T CARE

IT ALL CAME TOGETHER VERY FAST
STARTED PLAYIN' IN THE SOUTH FIRST
WAS GETTING BACK TO HIS COUNTRY ROOTS
AND WEARING HIS WESTERN BOOTS

SOON THEY WERE PLAYIN' THE RIGHT SONGS
AND THE RIGHT CHORDS AT THE RIGHT TIME
HAD A BAND THAT HE COULD TRUST
AND PURCHASED A BRAND NEW BUS

(REPEAT CHORUS 2 TIMES OPTIONAL)

2024 © Lyrics by Tony Harris BMI

The Country Life Was Callin' - Collaboration by Tony and Mike Fox - Original

Dave and I have been friends for 18 years now.
Back in the day We have done multiple colabs together.
Iam very happy to colab with him again.
Dave made the music bed.His awesome lead guitar is mid right in the mix.
I made the rythem guitar and lead mid left in mix and vox.
We hope you like it.

The Blue neon lights with Dave Bell

SEND THE RAIN  - A Song of Prayer.  If you or someone you love are in a drought: Emotional, physical, mental, financial or just need rain, this song is for you.  SEND THE RAIN YOUTUBE Videos: : https://youtu.be/0aFLE0XnU58
https://youtu.be/a2yYBqmogEA
Stephen Wallace covers SEND THE RAIN https://youtu.be/Hm4krdZOGo8
(Lyrics Below)
©1994 Songwriter- Beth Williams
From the 1997 ONE EMPTY CHAIR Album

SEND THE RAIN – A Prayer
words & music by Beth Williams

The crops are in the field Lord, under your Son
In the stillness I have labored, to get my work done
Oooooh….Send the rain….ooooh…Send the rain

I pull my hat down to shade my eyes, I watch & wait
for the burning air to disappear, and the sky to break
Oooooh….Send the rain….ooooh…Send the rain

Bridge

Oh this drought makes me weary, time leaves me less wise
Oh this drought makes me weary, look down you’ll still see my eyes

Though the night falls, no relief at all, my hope remains
In the shadow of the hand that holds cool, cool rain
Oooooh….Send the rain….ooooh…Send the rain

Send The Rain - Beth Williams

ALL THE WAY
Written, Performed, Produced & Mastered
by Andrew Borderick Copyright 2020

IT'S JUST MADE OR MADE FROM LOVE OF YOU
INTO THE WORLD IT GROWS BECAUSE OF TWO
AND THE LOVE HAS BEGUN WHEN YOU SEE THE LIGHT
YOU'LL BE HAVING SO MUCH FUN
GROWING IN THE EYES OF LOVE
YOU WONT HAVE TO MAKE A CRY

IT TAKES TWO TO MAKE THE WORLD GO AROUND
AND THE WAR BEGINS BUT THERES NO SOUND
AND THE SUN HAS GONE DOWN, I STILL SEE THE LIGHT
YOU WONT HEAR THE BABY CRY 
AND LAUGHING IN THE NIGHT
AND THERE WONT BE TWO
(chorus)
I WANT TO MAKE IT, WANNA MAKE IT COME TRUE
I WANT TO MAKE IT ALL THE WAY HOME BY YOU
I WANT TO MAKE IT, WANNA SEE IT COME TRUE
I WANT TO MAKE IT ALL THE WAY HOME WITH YOU
(break)
AND THE LOVE HAS BEGUN WHEN YOU SEE THE LIGHT
YOU'LL BE HAVING SO MUCH FUN
GROWING IN THE EYES OF LOVE
YOU WONT HAVE TO MAKE A CRY
(chorus)
I WANT TO MAKE IT, WANNA MAKE IT COME TRUE
I WANT TO MAKE IT ALL THE WAY HOME BY YOU
I WANT TO MAKE IT, WANNA SEE IT COME TRUE
I WANT TO MAKE IT ALL THE WAY HOME WITH YOU
(break)
I WANT TO MAKE IT, WANNA MAKE IT COME TRUE
I WANT TO MAKE IT ALL THE WAY HOME BY YOU
I WANT TO MAKE IT, WANNA SEE IT COME TRUE
I WANT TO MAKE IT ALL THE WAY HOME WITH YOU

IT'S JUST MADE OR MADE FROM LOVE OF YOU

ALL THE WAY

Written and Produced by Josh McAlexander
Lap Steel (Keyed instrument)

Be Still

Be Still (ORIGINAL)

Love country, folk, rock, gospel, blues and 60's style rock/pop music. I also post a Monday Playlist each week. My main page is Tony's Lyrics https://soundcloud.com/tonyslyrics

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