Name: After The Gold Rush (Neil Young) - Cover by Cowboy Billy Herron by Cowboy Billy Herron
Duration: 2 min 48 s
Description: Thinkin' about what a friend had said ...

Sung/interpreted in a very unique way. Very nice (especially because you do not "whine" so)   ;o)

@user-138663860: Thanks as always Sunnidayz ... !!!

Definitely did justice to this classic my friend!

great song, sweetly sung. play on sir. (<;

I love this song, great cover, nice on guitar. like the singing

well done!! A wonderful classic by Neil Young. Great recreation on the guitar :)

Great take on a great song! You made it your own and it sounds great!

Written for a family whose child has a medical problem, and because they were poor were were wrongly accused of it being the mother's fault. They battled the courts for four years.  He recently passed on from brainstem neurodegenerative disease that he had when the nightmare began.  Mayo Clinic now has his brain for research as his condition was so rare.


You can find the tracks he made here:
https://soundcloud.com/ourvoiceisking/tracks

She’s a single mother with a very low income			
He’s an eight year old who knows there’s nothing that he’s done
To be torn from his mother, his sisters and his brother
It’s the only life he knew and he loved it like not other

But you don’t give up, you don’t give up, you don’t give up, or give in
You know; you don’t give up, you don’t give up, you don’t give up, or give in

We’re always thinking of you Aaron, you’re always on our mind
We know your lonely, you know we love you all the time
How can some strangers say what’s good for you or I
There’s one who knows best, look in the child’s eye

The world is crumbling round me, its in a dizzy spin
With all I see and hear, my heart is full and breaking
I could end up on a mountain top or in a deep prison
But I know I never, never give up or give in

But we won't give up, we won't give up, we won't give up, or give in
You know; we won't give up, we won't give up, we won't give up, or give in

Don't Give Up

OPC - Don't Give Up

Thinkin' about what a friend had said ...

After The Gold Rush (Neil Young) - Cover by Cowboy Billy Herron

The Down That Won't Let Me Up

Originally the title was Epicurus. Then I put it in the drawer for a while and now I took it out again. After 
I reworked the song, it was supposed to be called "Vernissage des Epikur". After I was allowed to participate in a vernissage two weeks ago, I shortened the title. I think the song reflects very well what I was allowed to experience as a photographer on the evening of the vernissage.

Ursprünglich hieß der Titel Epikur. Dann hab ich ihn eine weile in die Schublade gesteckt und jetzt wieder rausgeholt. Nach dem ich den Song überarbeitet hatte, sollte er zunächst "Vernissage des Epikur" heissen. Nachdem ich vor zwei Wochen selber an einer Vernissage teilnehmen durfte, habe ich den Titel gekürzt. Ich finde der Song spiegelt sehr gut wieder was ich als Fotograf am Abend der Vernissage erleben durfte.

Instruments:
ANA 2
Augmented Voices
Electra 2
D-50
Solatina Choir
SQ-80
Attack

Vernissage

Lord Kitchener, the calypso king, arrived at Tilbury docks 21 June 1948, on the Windrush. https://youtu.be/Zlv4dkS-s8w

Despite living and working in the UK for decades, many of the Windrush generation's children were told they were there illegally because of a lack of official paperwork. The scandal, which broke in April 2018, saw the UK government belatedly apologise for deportation threats made.

Footnote: I purchased my first guitar, an Epiphone studio dot and a small fender amp and I decided to add to this track having looked up the three chords, blushin' at my audacity!

Gimme Da Ting (Lord Kitchener)

Campers  

My parents were campers, we wandered around
We washed in the river and slept on the ground
With a kerosine lantern to see by at night 
And aluminum cups full of Crystal Delight

They’re all gone forever after only awhile
To me it was not about nothing
It was more than a signature style

I gave him a hundred, which was all that I got
I fired her up and I drove off the lot
She was painted by hand, but tipping the scales
Was a sticker that showed my concern for the whales

She’s all gone forever after only awhile
To me she was not about nothing
She was more than a signature style

My mind is in order my soul is inspired
In robe and in sandals I’m simply attired
And I live in this place with these brothers of mine
Where we think, and we pray, and we fast all the time

Till we’re all gone forever after only awhile
To me it is not about nothing
It’s more than a signature style

Copyright Scott Culver Thomson

Campers

Well, my good friend Paco dropped me a note to say he had a piece of music to which I might like to try and add something, were I so inclined.  Always a good day when that happens.

Now, I can't honestly recall the precise sequence in which the neurons fired inside my skull to yield the result we have here, but we are where we are as they say.

Don't go looking at me for rationale.

Thank you, Paco, as always my friend, for inviting me to come out to play, and for mastering the end result in the midst of untold techno-horror grief.  I hope your DAW world resolves itself very soon.
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Socrates at Sundown

I lie bewildered, here, in my sphere of cubes,
On crushed silk cushions sprawled.
I sketch the cool Palladian dudes
In charcoal, on Aleutian walls.
They think I know what thoughts are theirs,
And beg to trade their graceless airs, 
But I left them there to climb their stairs
Ever downward through Athenian halls.

They say my knowledge is remiss,
The diabolical's back in town.
Seems ignorance is bliss
For this philosophical clown.
I'm seeking emptiness of mind,
That's where I hope to find
That old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

My associate, Plato knows the game
Survives through pretty dialogue
He suffocates but bestows his shame
On city states whose statutes fog
The heads of people in their ranks
Attentive on the Eridanos banks
Dispensing death by way of thanks
As justice shreds its cogs.

Deep mental grasp of social structure
No need to ever write it down
Accused outcast for youth's corrupture
Where the bleeding of democracy is bound
To seek the causal end of time
Of Aristotle and Nietzsche's kind
The men of Athens rendered blind
Killed that old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

Socrates At Sundown (with MidiSound)

Lonely Mountains

A song inspired by the last days of my father. It is dedicated to him.

At the end of the dream

Seagull magically touches with symphonic splendor Peter's erudite songwriting, singing, and playing, but still remains deeply personal as Father Time is personified.
Lyrics:
Did you commence, at once, or have you always ever been
And will your pounding heartbeat ever cease?
Are you a sense, or force, or something other in between?
Simply ticking down to each and every last release?
Is your pulse rate constant in this exponential universe?
Or does my biology speed the tempo of your rhyme?
Why are the lifespans of your subjects so potentially diverse?
Do you hear me cry your name, Old Father Time?

Is your mission merely measure, or are you yourself the cause
Of evolution and decay of matter's elementary doom?
Are you the seemly pressure on the future's pending pause
Ethereally benign or other natural force subsume?
Can you shift like rays in prisms, temporal rainbows to behold
Are you the cause of age or do you simply count it's lines
Is your rounded face imprisoned in a cell numbered twelvefold
Do you hear me cry your name, Old Father Time?

At terminal expansion of our present universe
For its destined re-contraction to begin
Will your hands slow to a halt then slip into reverse
Or count us down in forward time back to our origin?
Will the ultimate compaction trigger seasonal adjust
Predicate upon your base the final great rewind?
Then will you recommence or revert back to gently ticking dust?
Do you hear me cry your name, Old Father Time?

Old Father Time (Peter, Seagull, Dan-t)

E-Sweet Spirytus

USA Songwriting Competition Finalist and International Songwriting Competition Semi-Finalist ... someday I'll win one of these f@#kers.

Singer/Songwriter/Multi-instrumentalist ... I have two guitars.

International Songwriting Competition Semi-Finalist (2021) for "Sometimes I Want to Be a Dog."

USA Songwriting Competition Finalist (2019) for "The Reefer Song." (Not sure what they were smokin'!)

Thanks for follows/comments/reposts ... Cowboy's got more songs in the works!

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