Monday Playlist week of 12/6/2021

Picture of Sarah Gray			c. 2021 by M. A. Manetz

V1
Johnny a young man of twenty,
His sweetheart was Sarah Gray.
White she wore for their wedding,
 Johnny wore khaki that day.
For he had to leave the next morning, 
A ship bound for Calais. 
Around his neck in a locket,
A picture of his sweet Sarah Gray.
Now he's gone far away...

V2
 Mud and blood in the trenches,
Men with death in their eyes.
The locket and picture she gave him,
Gave Johnny the will to survive.
The horrors of war he did spare her,		
His letters, he'd always say,
“The poppies of Flanders are pretty,
But not like my sweet Sarah Gray.”
Now he's gone far away...

V3
“For God and Country” they told him,
The Pale Horse of Death he must ride.
O'r the top went poor Johnny,
His breast, a bullet did find.
When they came to bury his body,
'Neath the fields of Flanders they say,
In his hand he held a locket,	
With a picture of his Sarah Gray.		
Now he's gone far away...

Picture Of Sarah Gray

Huge thanks to Fady for the great pleasure and privilege of working with him!
Check out his other great tracks:
https://soundcloud.com/fadysporz

Music and production: Fady
Lyrics,: Fady and Amanda
Vocals: Amanda


She’s so hungry
She catches flies with honey
They stick around and freeze
Then buzz off with the breeze

She’s so lonely
Always musing ‘if only’
She could some day find
Some kind of peace of mind

Go on, go on, go out tonight
Tomorrow’ll be alright
Stay out until you find
The dream burning in your mind

Go on, go on, go out tonight
Tomorrow’ll be alright
Stay out until you find
The dream burning in your mind


She won’t marry
A life so ordinary
The only thing they’ll find
Is what she’ll leave behind

Go on, go on, go out tonight
Tomorrow’ll be alright
Stay out until you find
The dream burning in your mind

Go on, go on, go out tonight
Tomorrow’ll be alright
Stay out until you find
That dream burning in your mind


Maybe it’s nothing 
Maybe it’s everything
Maybe it’s nothing
Maybe it’s everything
Maybe it’s nothing
Maybe there’s nothing wrong with that

Go On!

Music Box Lyrics

The concept in this track is seeing life as a song. 

Lyrics;
New day begins the sun shining strong
A brand new verse within a song
Life in rhythm with ticks and tocks
The memories playing like an old music box

Some are happy
Some are sad
In the end
It's all you had

What you got right
what you got wrong
The life you live
Is within the song

The whistling wind is playing a tune
Of good times past that ended too soon
Clouds foreshadow hard times yet to be
The thunder roaring in dark minor keys

The daylight ends the moon shining strong
The world in shadow sings lonely songs
In dreams at night the mind will unlock
The songs inside the music box

Some are happy
And some are not
But in the end
It's all you got

What you got right
what you got wrong
The life you live
All within the song

Another note another phrase
And in the background the music plays
You might not hear it but its been there all along
With every life another song

Hear the music
Feel the music
Play that music
Share the music

You're the composer all the music is yours
You're the conductor directing the score
You are the instrument the rhyme and the tone
Life is the lyrics that we make all our own


New day begins the sun shining strong
A brand new verse within a song
Life in rhythm with ticks and tocks
The memories playing like an old music box

Music Box

Still here, dancing at the end of time.  Here is a ditty. Love..Love...Love.

Halloween in the Suburbs.  ( Steve Killingbeck )

My lyrics below inspired Riff to create this track
Vocals, All Music & Mix by Riff Beach 

HER MIND GOES BACK IN TIME
TO A PLACE CALLED BULL MOUNTAIN
AS WINTERS FIRST  SNOW IS FALLIN'
IT'S ALMOST CHRISTMAS TIME

THE MOUNTAIN IS BEAUTIFUL 
AND OH WHAT A TIME THEY WILL HAVE
THE MEMORIES ARE WONDERFUL
NOTHING IS COMPLICATED

(CHORUS)
SHE DREAMS OF GOIN' BACK TO BULL MOUNTAIN
WHERE THEY LAUGHTED AND HAD A GREAT TIME
HER MAMA IS IN THE KITCHEN COOKIN'
THE GOOD TIMES ARE NOT FORGOTTEN

NO I-PHONES OR I-PADS BACK THEN
NO FACEBOOK POST TO WORRY ABOUT
THE GOOD TIMES WILL SOON BEGIN
AND NOBODY WILL BE LEFT OUT

KIDS ARE RUNNIN' AND PLAYIN'
AND HAVIN' A GOOD TIME
CAUSE CHRISTMAS TIME IS COMIN'
AND IT WILL SOON BE SHOWTIME

(REPEAT CHORUS)

2021 © Lyrics by Tony Harris

Bull Mountain Christmas - Collab by Tony Harris and Riff Beach - Original

Sweet Face Woman - Words & Music by Pravinand Maharaj aka Johnny Minstrel

Living outside the law sometimes
Must have its own peculiar reward
I thought about being an outlaw once
But knew I’d get easily caught
Everybody wants to be someone else
We’re tired of the same old face
Moving around in dreams and thoughts
But never can leave this place

Oh sweet face woman don’t ask why
I feel the way I do
I got time to kill and a couple more minutes
Wishing that I were with you

A minute ago something crossed my mind
I can’t remember it now
So much information comes
So little we let out
We say we do the best we can
And lie about it most of the time
Just like me I’m falling to pieces
But say I’m doing fine

Oh sweet face woman don’t ask why
I feel the way I do
I got time to kill and a couple more minutes
Wishing that I were with you

I passed the old places we’ve been to
I got to get back inside
There’s something mean in the sky tonight
I need a place to hide
I hear outside the moaning wind
And listen to the haunted sounds
It seems to me the wind has learned to sing
Each of our broken songs

Oh sweet face woman don’t ask why
I feel the way I do
I got time to kill and a couple more minutes
Wishing that I were with you












Sweet Face Woman

Broke Down in Tupelo
John Delk 2015

She took the high road out of Memphis
She had all that she could take
She called off the wedding
An her heart was about to break

Now he use to be a better man
But the whiskey changed  it all
She got tired of picking him up
Every time he'd fall

She drove a while in a pouring rain
Got as far as she could go
Stopped the car and started crying
She broke down in Tupelo

       Too many times changed her mind
       Made her question what she knows
       They broke up in Memphis
       She broke down in Tupelo


Now she don't know why
But when she stopped  to cry
She thought about going back

But she said right then
He's probly drunk again
An she ain't looking for that

       chorus

He use to be a better man
But the whiskey changed  it all
She got tired of picking him up
Every time he'd fall

She drove awhile in a pouring rain
She got as far as she could go
Stopped the car and started crying
Broke down in Tupelo

 chorus

Broke Down In Tupelo

Lyrics by Tony
Vocal, Guitars and Mix by Bob Warner
https://youtu.be/04iGDD06NQM
AS THE OLD COWBOY		
RODE INTO TOWN		
HE WAS LOOKIN'		
ALL AROUND		
		
HE'D BEEN RIDIN'		
LONG AND HARD		
FROM HIS SADDLE		
SWEAT WAS DRIPPIN'		
		
HE TIED HIS HORSE		
TO THE HITCHIN' POST		
WALKED INSIDE		
THE OLD SALOON		
		
HE WAS LOOKIN'		
FOR BILLY DEAN		
A TWO LEGGED SNAKE		
MAN, WAS HE MEAN 		
		
CHORUS		
THE RATTLESNAKE SALOON		
WHERE THE WHISKEY FLOWS		
THE RATTLESNAKE SALOON		
WHERE THE BAD MEN GO		
THE RATTLESNAKE SALOON		
WHERE MANY HAVE DIED		
THE RATTLESNAKE SALOON		
WHERE FROM YOUR SIN 		
YOU CANNOT HIDE		
FROM YOUR SIN		
YOU CANNOT HIDE		
		
THE TIRED COWBOY		
SPOTTED THE ONE		
HE'D BEEN HUNTIN'		
NO MORE SEARCHIN'		
		
AS THEIR EYES MET		
GUNS WERE DRAWN		
THE OLD COWBOY		
BEAT HIM TO THE DRAW

AS DEAN FELL TO THE FLOOR
HE SAID, SORRY OLD MAN
DIDN'T MEAN TO KILL HER
GUESS YOU EVENED THE SCORE

(REPEAT CHORUS)


© 2017 Lyrics by Tony Harris (BMI)

Rattlesnake Saloon - Lyrics by Tony Harris - Featuring Bob Warner - Original

I am pleased to present a new duet made possible with help from my musical friend Olivia who posts on SoundCloud as O.C.A.   Please visit her page at: https://soundcloud.com/o-c-a   Olivia is a wonderful composer, musician, and singer-songwriter who hails from France and has been so very kind and generous to assist me. We hope you enjoy the song and thank you for listening!  The lyrics are included below. 

Thinking ‘bout a Season long gone by but not forgotten
I was thinking ‘bout those days of you and me
Can’t help but wonder 
why we never stayed in touch
perhaps it wasn’t meant to be

Would you have been the one to be there
if I fell again?
Would you have been the one to be there
in my time of need?
There are times along this road
when you surely need a friend
I was kind of hoping
you would be that friend to me.

I came across a photo long ago forgotten
A bit faded but I believe it was you and me
Separated by circumstance or a choice made long ago
Oh, perhaps it wasn’t meant to be

Would you have been the one to be there
to catch me if I was falling?
Would you have been the one to be there
in my time of need?
There are times along this road
when you need a friend
I was kind of hoping
that you’d be that friend to me.

Would you have been the one to be there
If I would have fallen?
Would you have been the one to be there
in my time of need?
There are times along this road
when you need a friend
I was kind of hoping
you would be that friend to me.

Retrospect : A Duet With O.C.A

This is more of a feel than a song. The trail is a medifore for life that we all go threw good or bad. I hope you like it .

Dust

Ever wish you were somewhere else.  I know I'am not the only one who, at times,has to sit and listen while be chewed on.  Let your mind take you away.  John Prine- Nashville Songwriter Hall of Fame.  He won his first Grammy in 1991 and at age 70 he was named Artist of the Year by the Americana Music Association.  His songs have been recorded by the likes of Johnny Cash, Bettte Midler, Bonnie Raitt, George Strait and many others.  His new album , The Tree of Forgiveness is receiving so much acclaim.  Love this man

The Other Side Of Town( Cover-- John Prine)

Big thanks to Michael Aerni Studio 13 Sandpoint, USA for putting yet again more great work on this original song. Another great project to work on and much fun along the way, very talented guy with great vision, thanks Michael you done a really great job on this.

Never Stop (c)
Written and performed by Michael Duffy.
Mixing and Mastering by Michael Aerni.

Never Stop - Original Song (Mastered)

Another cover by Krosstown Xpress having fun in the studio with Seppo mixing our challenge!!! No Coke was involved but a few shots experimenting and laughs enjoyed!!!

Krosstown Express

Cocaine w Krosstown Xpress (Live)

It’s hard to believe that this song written by Paul Simon in 1964 is over half a century old. Like a true work of art, it has withstood the test of time. An interesting anecdote Simon wrote this song in his bathroom where his guitar would have an “echo” effect.
I hope you enjoy my version.

JJ(Johnny) Vienneau:
Drums
Bass
Lead & Rhythm Guitars

Peter Wheeler:
Vocals

Produced by; JJ Vienneau & Peter Wheeler
Recorded at: Rawkin' Productions - Montreal

The Sound Of Silence - Cover

An original shuffle blues.   All music original, including a romping piano solo.  



All Music: Tom Adams

Windy City Blues

Time Marches On - Tracy Lawrence (vocal cover)

Many thanks Glen for the fab invite... you produced such a beautiful arrangement, love it, and it was again a great joy to work with you <3 Listen to more of Glen's wonderful music https://soundcloud.com/the-glen-granthem-band
This is for my cousin Mahri out there in San Fransisco...hing in there hen, we'll hae mair adventures!! 
Big Big love to all of my friends out there, look after each other  <3 <3 <3
Lesley Duncan(1943-2010) Music and lyrics.  More info about Lesley in katebushencyclopedia.com, and well worth a read!
Glen Granthem - all instrumentation, arrangement and mixing
Lizzie Taypen - vocals
Lyrics
All my friends are travellers
We don't often get to meet
But I know they're out there somewhere
And the knowing keeps me sweet

Now some go out in limousines
And some leave on there feet
And I never really feel as if they're gone
No I never really feel as if they're gone

Amanda's like my sister, and she's out there in L.A.
(sung Mahri's like my sister, and she's out in Frisco Bay)
But the wings of love fly straight and true
So we keep in touch that way
Now there's other friends, they're sensitive
I guess they'll use the phone someday
And we watch the wheels of life, keep spinning on
Yes, we watch the wheels of life, keep spinning on

Now the chain of love keeps growing
And the World keeps getting small
And soon there won't be room enough, to seperate us all
When the voice of love grows strong enough
It could break down any wall
And you'll hear it call....you'll hear it call

Now sometimes when I look ahead
I could cry at what I see
Some say it's an easy road
But it never was for me
The damage, is not half undone
And we've all got dues to pay
But we get the help we need, along the way...
Yes the light keeps growing stronger, everyday
Every day Yeh...growing stronger...chain of love...growing stronger

CHAIN OF LOVE (Lesley Duncan cover) With Glen Granthem

My Frist Track for the new album. Mixing with my new high end equipment. A song of reflection about the early music festival scene near San Francisco  where I grew up.

Freedom Free Love Free To Be Heard by GLEN GRANTHEM
Play it like you use to play it when you were young
Tearing up a fret board until you reached number one
Spend those days on the green lost in the crowd
Shoulder to shoulder as the band rocks out
Singing songs about peace and love and Smoking grass as guitars strum

Day after day the music was life 
Turntables spin all through the night
One hand on a pipe carved out of stone
All your friends felt right at home
With both hands in the air and Every face wore long hair
Viet Nam was miles away  Every song had its place
Solo
The sixties were like no other time in our life
Draft cards ,Protests , Equal rights
We were coming of age to save the world
Freedom , Free Love , Free To Be Heard
Singing songs about peace and love Smoking grass as Guitars Strum
With Both hands in the air 
Singing Songs About Peace and Love.....

Freedom , Free Love , Free To Be Heard ( Original ) with Lyrics

Hello. I was working on a love song about a cloistered monk, but got stuck in the details of his relationship, so dropped it and worked on this song instead. It fits the mood I am in right now. Of course I might try and justify that with all sorts of rationalizations, but I won’t. I suppose you already know about such things. At least the music is upbeat… haha. I got out the other day and hiked the foothills again, that are only a couple miles from my home. Needed to clear my head of politics and worldly clamor, and also wanted to breathe some fresh mountain air. The south facing slopes are almost free of snow so it makes for easy hiking. I could see a 20 mile panorama of treed forests and snow-capped mountain peaks, and very few people, so far away driving along the highway. The main town here is 20 plus miles away to the east. It was quiet… except for some noisy magpies and me, stumbling over rock scree and muttering under my breath about losing my balance. I was also looking around for rocks for building rock gardens this summer. Years ago, I asked the farmer down the road, if I could take some rocks, as we looked at the vast multitude of glacial rock scattered on the hillsides. He laughed and said ‘take all ya want’. I move them all by hand, and am ecologically sensitive to anything I do. There are some beautiful rocks that I left because they had ant colonies, or spider nests, or small animals or other creatures, living under them. Or they were situated in a sensitive spot, where moving them might have caused damage. I usually go to a spot which has already been heavily machine-excavated by the farmer, and there are piles of large rocks everywhere. Anyway, while searching through those piles, I found a cool sandstone conglomerate that had some great, convoluted erosion patterns. I didn’t want to carry it back as I hiked upward, so I left it there, and sort of decided I most likely will forget about it by the time summer rolls around. We’ll see. So by writing this I may be able to remember it. How’s that for an ulterior motive? Later in the day, it took me longer than usual to climb up to the top of the foothills, through this rocky ravine and once up there on the plateau, I saw a large herd of mule deer grazing, forty or so animals, so I ducked back down along the ridge line, out of their line of sight, as to not scare or disturb them. I was getting tired so I hiked back down through the old Junipers again and noticed a huge tree had blown down in the recent wind storm, with some gusts close to 70mph. I was sad looking at that giant soul, but realized it may provide shelter now for a lot of birds and animals. On the way home I saw several bald eagles perched high up in the old cottonwoods along the river. They stop there as it is along their migration route. I was concerned because the water is way down in the river. Places where, in the spring I could not cross because the water was deep and swift, now I could skip across without hardly getting wet. A lot of my adventures now, are about me, making peace with, and accepting the fact that I live here amidst these rugged, arid mountains in relative solitude. I did not grow up here. I often daydream about living out the rest of my days now as an old man, in a small hamlet I was fond of, back where I grew up, while also being cognizant of the fact that this is most likely where I will die. So I make the best of it, not really dwelling on that truth too much. Thanks for dropping by, Mark

Lammbone's Album

So Fearfully Human

THE SONG WITH NO NAME
Written, Performed, Produced & Mastered
by Andrew Borderick Coptright AB Music 2021
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I9wTEzWb6-E

WHEN WILL THE DAYLIGHT COME
THERE'S NO MORE SKY LIVING INSIDE
WHEN WILL THE LIGHT COME ON
WHEN YOU GET HOME   A FLASH OF LIGHT

BUT LIFE WILL PASS US BYE
AND NEVER SAY GOODNIGHT
NO KEY TO THE OTHERSIDE

WHICH WAY DOES THE RIVER FLOW
IT'S LOOKING REAL DRY EXCEPT WHEN I CRY
THE MOON AND THE SUN WILL RISE
AND EVERYDAY   THEY CALL YOUR NAME

A LIFE OF RIGHT AND WRONG
A NEVER ENDING SONG
NO KEY TO THE OTHERSIDE
(Break)
THE TICKING OF TIME GOES BYE
THE MEMORY LANE IS FADING AWAY
THE WAVES ARE ALL CRASHING DOWN
AND EVERYDAY HAS NO NAME

SO LIFE WILL PASS YOU BYE
THE PUNISHMENT FITS THE CRIME
NO KEY TO THE OTHERSIDE

THE SONG WITH NO NAME

THE SONG WITH NO NAME (see info for video link)

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

Monday Playlist week of 12/6/2021

Country/Folk/Rock/Blues/Gospel - Monday Playlist