Monday Playlist week of 5/22/2023

Written by Delaney and Bonnie Bramlett
Performed by Josh McAlexander
Picture of my wife Laura and me sailing (1993)

Never Ending Song of Love

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Lead Vocal
Hans Albers: All instruments, Arrangement, Production & Final Mix

Cover artwork by Terry Reeves

I was sitting there one day pondering on the thought, “Now I’ve lost my King, what do I do now?”  Out of the darkness, two understanding super-heroes appeared and helped me to survive. 

We have shared some sadness over the years but also our love for family life, producing songs and music that have an importance to us all. The most special thing is a friendship that has grown without condition and even though there is a distance of over 500 miles between us, there is the closeness of thinking with a single mind.

The garage doors are open to our private rockers club, with our band enjoying the camaraderie born out of music.

This is for Hans & Carina, with our love.  (Terry Reeves)

What happens now when there is no control?
Super heroes show up with a tenderness soul
Appearing from darkness without guaranteeing
Understanding of touch or a promise misleading 

From London to Hamburg, music voice to hand
From Hamburg to London, distanced garage band

A closeness together just over five hundred miles
Distance no problem with many heartfelt smiles
Melodic connections joining every word written 
Our expressions melt together to find a position 

From London to Hamburg, music voice to hand
From Hamburg to London, distanced garage band

Reading songs understanding hidden meaning 
A skilful twister of bass with high notes screaming 
Working combinations, many musical colours 
Vocals with strings making harmonious lovers

From London to Hamburg, music voice to hand
From Hamburg to London, distanced garage band

This friendship expanded from a Brother’s love
The garage doors open to the ageing rockers club
More than music connects our feel of existence 
Each day another breath, surviving persistence 

From London to Hamburg, music voice to hand
From Hamburg to London, distanced garage band

FROM LONDON TO HAMBURG:  CRIPPLE CLUB & HANS ALBERS

Dan Blackard says.  I was thinking of what to write for this track while sitting in the parking lot at 4:30 in the morning. When for no particular reason visions of my youth and things I vaguely remember started to just flash into my mind. I almost just let the thoughts go. But, some of the memories seemed vivid. The commercials, tv shows and many of the things that, for only the briefest of times, meant a great deal to me.  And then I realized that my head was actually telling me that this was the song. Or, it's more than possible that I was half asleep😆.

Lyrics;
There's the doggy in the window
There's a red balloon
And hey diddle diddle
The cow that jumped over the moon

There's the marbles and jacks
Cartoon mouse and cat
And toys from the days
From when Santa got fat

And I can still find
In the back of my mind
All of the things
This kid left behind

Some crayons and books
Not to read, just for looks
And the big cookie jar
from where all the cookies were took

An old piggy bank
Plastic soldiers and tank
A box of Mr. Bubbles
In the tub where my submarine sank

And I can still find
In the back of my mind
All of the things
This kid left behind

Gumby and Pokey
Ranger hat from Smokey
The old hot wheels cars
A book of Sneetches with stars on thars
Big Tonka truck
The old rubber duck
Let go of my eggos
watch out for the legos.

And I can still find
In the back of my mind
All of those things
This kid left behind

What This Kid Left Behind

Its been a long while since I uploaded anything.Real life has stopped Me.
Finally got some time today.Hope you all like it .

Easy

I made this for my little sister; it's a string of cameos about the town where we were born and raised - a suburb of Newcastle Upon Tyne.  Low income, but real world, real people, real troubles, real joy, real love, real communities, real humour, real music, real life.  All in gloriously rough 1960's industrial working class North East England monochrome.

For those of you not from that part of the world, lyric translations back to English are available upon request. :)

Started as a scribble, pretended to be a poem for a while, then I decided to noodle along and then.....  Ah, you know how it is.....in Byker town.
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Byker Town

Wallpaper of steam trains
Where the sweeping headlights sprawled
‘Cross the ceiling to the old piano
Up against my bedroom wall
In ‘67 the lid came down
Never played again so fair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Cross the bridge to get to school
Rope swings underneath
Bull’s eyes from the slaughterhouse 
Bombed out rail yard stark relief
Billy Smart’s big top’s coming down
But I don’t care
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Stench of old men in the Raby Arms
A bottle of dog to take back yem
Dominos and baccy tins
Were all that mattered way back then
Every retail product to be found
In Ernie’s shop just six foot square
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Quayside Sunday mornings
Champion, just the job
A week of meat to feed the bairns
For only fower bob
Scranshins from the chippy van ‘round
The side door of the Mayfair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Sent out on the Wednesday
In Charlie Shepherd’s finest rags
Over to the smokies
To get free broken kippers by the bag
Dad got paid when Thursday came around
Treats for us to share
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Front step full of babbies
Grazed knees on skinny legs
Back lane rows of nappies
Her face is full of wooden pegs
He’s on the dole no work to be found
Torn bookie slips by his chair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Nets twitching down the road
Never washed in years
Kids with mucky faces 
Almost clean behind the ears
Never seem to have a frown
Owning only what they wear
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Give up all the baggage I’ve got now
Of life in disrepair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Byker Town

Updated AcoustaTronic take on a Dylan Classic. Half a Century ago and seems progress made is too often backsliding in so many ways. Hope and prayers for America and our World at Large. Seems we could and should be Better. Took a bit of Liberty in substituting my own revised lyrics for the 4th Verse. Crafted with admiration and respect for the Genius that is 'Dylan'. Celebrate and Cherish Your Freedom.....Don't ever take it for granted. Keep Peaceful Protest alive, because The Times Are A' Changin'.
The Times They Are A Changin' 
Original by Bob Dylan 
(written - 1963, released 1965)
Come gather 'round people wherever you roam
And admit that the waters around you have grown
And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone,
For the times, they are a-changin'
Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide (open) the chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon for the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who it's namin'
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'
Come Senators, Congressmen, please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside and it's ragin'
It'll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'
Despicable Liars who won’t do their part
For they have no conscience nor care in their heart
Picking your pockets for their insatiable greed
Oh, but you just wait
They’ll remove your Republic 
.......and replace it with Hate
For the times they are a changin’
The line it is drawn the curse it is cast
The slow one now will later be fast
As the present now will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin'
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'
For The Times They Are a-Changin'

Sunny Beaches

Times A Changin' 2022

Times A Changin' - Version

Mike  created this wonderful song .  I am so glad he asked me to participate .   I just love this old tune also recorded by Merle Haggard.   Such an emotional  song with deep meaning.  Thanks again Mike for letting me join in on your excellent version   I hope SC listeners feel the same

If I Could Only Fly (Blaze Foley cover by Lefty Mike and Chuck Aaron)

My Rock

You are My Rock
My Hero my best friend
Always had my back
To the very end

We had good times
Some bad too
Either way you always had me
And I had you

You are my light
When the sun goes down
The air I breath
You make my world go round

There aint no one else for me
No one, no one
But You

There are times when Im down
Times when Im up
Be it good, be it bad
Your always there with your love

Your warm sweet smile
Makes me go that extra mile
Even when you frown
Never gets me down

You are my light
When the sun goes down
The air I breath
You make my world go round
There aint no one else for me
No One, No One, But You

You are my light
When the sun goes down
The air I breath
You make my world go round
There aint no one else for me

You are my light
When the sun goes down
The air I breath
You make my world go round

There aint no one else for me
No one, no one else for me
No one else for me
No One, No One, But You

Written and composed by Michael Duffy
Produced, Recorded and Mastered by Terry Mcginty
Valley Music Studios, Ballybofey, Co.Donegal

Michael Duffy - Songwriter, Vocals, Guitar
Terry Mcginty - Guitar, Harmonies, Piano, Percussions
all rights reserved

My Rock - Original Song

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

Released a few years ago in collaboration with Annie Smart, I found this live, improvisational version in the vault featuring ace guitarist Curtis Gremmel.  I love the bluesy vibe he brings to it with his in-the-moment and spot-on playing. Curtis is in the left channel, and I'm dutifully chording and keeping time center right.  Hope it brings a little sunshine to your day.  Thanks to Dreamstime for the great picture:)

Sunshine In the Rain (with Curtis Gremmel; lead acoustic guitar)

Powderfinger

Sometimes being alone is less lonely than being with other people. This song reveals that feeling. This guy has a night of celebration with a woman, including all the prerequisite elements of eating, dining and intimacy, but in the end it’s an empty liaison where he once again reaches too eagerly for the elusive meaningful, fulfilling relationship, only to come up hungover and empty. There is sarcasm in his comparisons to it being a “paradise amour”. The song features the wonderful pedal steel playing of Dakota Holden, which gives a neat country spin to what is a bit of a hybrid between urban folk and country blues. Confetti is a fun and colorful thing, till you wake up late for work with it lining the inside of your shoes.

Nat Daniels: piano, bass, vocals & production
Craig Durgy: vocals
Dakota Holden: pedal steel (via Fiverr)

Copyright 2023 Daniels & Durgy / Gentle Rain Records
Written, Performed and Produced by Nat Daniels & Craig Durgy
Lyrics: Confetti In My Shoe

Whisky in a bottle
Confetti on the floor
She sure ain’t no model
Guess I’ll have another pour 

Cheesecake in the kitchen
Crumbs upon her lips
Time to test the tension
My hand falls to her hips

It’s just the bourbon talking
But she thinks it’s really me
As my fingers do the walking
It’s classified and free
And through the bedroom door we fall
And land upon the shore
The eyes roll back to see it all
This paradise amour

Like the rattling of pots and pans
Rolling in her arms
And passing out at 3AM
To sleep through my alarm

The sunlight stabs the curtains
The cold hangs heavy hard
The morning brings no flirtin’
And she didn’t leave her card

I wish that I smoked cigarettes
I wish I had a clue
How twisted being lonely gets
Confetti in my shoe
And through the bedroom door we fell
And landed on the shore
The sun sets on the beach of Hell
This paradise amour

Confetti In My Shoe

Redoing an old but great Confederate Railroad song. Enjoy Jesus and Momma.

Jesus and Momma

Track 3 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

Optimistic For The Sake Of Sanity

'ANOTHER WAY'
Written, Performed & Produced
By Andrew Borderick Copyright 2018
Re-Mastered By Andrew Borderick OCT 2020

SOMETIMES FAST, SOMETIMES SLOW
ALL THE TIME THERE IS NO WHERE TO GO
SOMETIMES UP, ONLY LOOKING DOWN
ALL MY LOVE HAS NOW HIT THE GROUND

MAY'BE I COULD FIND, ANOTHER WAY
MAY'BE I COULD TRY, ANOTHER DAY
MAY'BE I COULD FIND,
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU

SITTING LONELY, WHAT TO DO
THINK I'LL GO BUY SOME FANCY SHOES
I'M IN THE LIGHT, NEVER FELT BEFORE
CAN'T BELIEVE I'VE EVEN HIT THE FLOOR

MAY'BE I COULD FIND, ANOTHER WAY
MAY'BE I COULD TRY, ANOTHER DAY
MAY'BE I COULD FIND,
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
(BREAK)
MAY'BE I COULD FIND, ANOTHER WAY
MAY'BE I COULD TRY, ANOTHER DAY
MAY'BE I COULD FIND,
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU

SOMETIMES FAST, SOMETIMES SLOW
ALL THE TIME THERE IS NO WHERE TO GO
SOMETIMES UP, ONLY LOOKING DOWN
ALL MY LOVE HAS NOW HIT THE GROUND

MAY'BE I COULD FIND, ANOTHER WAY
MAY'BE I COULD TRY, ANOTHER DAY
MAY'BE I COULD FIND,
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU

2016 PRO TOOLS

Another Way

ANOTHER WAY

Drive-In Movies were a big part of America and we still have a few that never closed.

Drive-In Picture Show (lyrics by Tony Harris - Music & Vocal by Eddie Harrison) Original 2012

Dear soundcloud friends,

I'm not in a good place at the moment,my father is very ill and the last few weeks have been traumatic. Life is on hold and so is the creation of music.

I'm sorry I have not had the opportunity to listen to your great new music,but hopefully at some time in the future,I will.

I wrote this track about a year ago,but for me it captures my feelings for the moment. Take care you all.

Davy.

The City - Words & Music by Pravinand Maharaj

Once it was a city
Now it’s just a street
With every mile another dream lays crushed
And the sun shows no pity
Pouring out its heat
As mighty towers crumble into dust

One by one they followed
One by one they left without a trace

There were signs on the water
Portents in the sky
The Watchers blind by sleep didn’t see a thing
Six crows at the altar
A bargain for the price
Half less worth an eagle’s broken wing

One by one they followed
One by one they left without a trace

What walks the moon at midnight
Through the narrow lanes 
Lurking in the shadows that it cast
A pestilence upon us, a blight
A spreading stain
Taking everything out on its path

One by one they followed
One by one they left without a trace

So, sing the last love song written
Drink up the vineyard grape
Rouse the ghosts of tomorrow from their slumber
If I break out of this prison
And the hour’s not too late
I’ll be down the road without a name or number

One by one they followed
One by one they left without a trace

Pravinand: Vocals and Acoustic
Bas: Backing Vocals and Electric
Mix and Mastered by Bas Kooman

The City - Johnny Minstrel and Bas Kooman

Based loosely on a 'vermin hunter' who i once ran across in county Clare. I've always been on the side of Mr Fox so we were not the best of friends.  
Here are four verses of the dozen or so that tell the tale.  I used a few garageband noises too.  

Down the muddy track, five kittens in a sack,
down to the river, empty handed back.
Every year it happens just the same,
who is this man, what is his name ?
It's Dreadlocks Moriarty, he's the cruelest man in town,
Dreadlocks Moriarty, he's going to put your kitten down.

Are there foxes in your henhouse, are there pigeons in the corn,
are there wabbits in your garden, are there badgers on the lawn ?
etc


They say he had a wife once and she got sick
so he beat her to death with a hurley stick.
Now she's buried in the mountains where the cold wind blows,
and the cattle die in the winter snow.
That's Dreadlocks Moriarty, his donkey;s all look sad,
Dreadlocks Moriarty, How did you ever come to be so bad.

Moriarty has a daughter, she's a comely lass
with a crucifix and a dancer's ass,
i tried to woo her once beneath the  rowan tree
but we were seen and now he's coming for me,
Dreadlocks Moriarty, how did a man ever go so wrong ?
Dreadlocks Moriarty, I'm going to kill you with a song.

Back to the river.... something has survived, it'a a half-drowned kitten and it's still alive,
i hold it to my breast and my beating heart,
i was looking for some friends and this is a start
dreadlocks etcetcetcetc

The Ballad of Dreadlocks Moriarty. Steve Killingbeck

I couldn’t resist putting this song on my cover album.
When I saw Elvis perform in 1956 on a black and white TV I was 12 years old. Needless to say, that experience left an indelible mark on my soul, my mind, my heart and my love of music.  Elvis was truly the first performer to challenge social mores and bring on the Rock ’n Roll Revolution.
The King Is Dead - Long Live The King.
I hope you enjoy my version of this classic

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

Peter Wheeler:
Vocals

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

Blue Suede Shoes - Cover

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 5/22/2023

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