Keeping it country

English Repost Songs

Re-Ex jan-25 #3

Winter 2025

Jazzy Piano

Home Haircut
Ideas are good to bounce around
We don’t rush the ones we’ve had
She ain’t just easy on the eyes,
She helps filter out the bad
And then when it turns out caddywampus
Like we’ve known since the second verse
She’d probably tell me “I told you so”
While she keeps me from making it worse

The clippers will make it easy
Like a scissor with training wheels
The mirror image will guide me
This ain’t gonna be a big deal

Home haircut, while my baby isn’t home
That angled comb is just for your ear, 
Not the entire side of your dome
And I can’t even find the sharpie
Even if that’s a good idea
If you hadn’t been gone so long
I wouldn’t be bleeding from my ear

Home haircut, while my baby isn’t home
What the heck is that lever for? 
I already attached the comb!
My left arm feels like my right arm
In the mirror it don’t move right
I may not have much hair left
At least I didn’t stab my eye! 

Something’s a little uneven
I’ll just trim some more from there
A nick, a wobble, a first aid kit
And the carpet’s all covered in hair
ooOOH

Home haircut, while my baby isn’t home
That angled comb is just for your ear, 
Not the entire side of your dome
I’ve got a meeting in the morning
And the barber shops are closed
Shoulda done this first thing today
Tell me again, when you coming home

Home Haircut

This song struck a chord with John Vallins, a friend who happened to have a studio and, as chance would have it, was even a musician. He liked this one, we recorded it, and the rest is history. If there actually is a history when the seas rise and fires burn.

Verse 1:
They tell me that the seas will rise
And maybe they are right
And maybe not, I don't really care
Nothing's going to happen over night
And by the time it does
I'll have moved into sweet repose
Someone else will have to clean up the mess
That’s just the way it goes

Chorus:
I'll be dead before it happens
It's no concern of mine
It's someone else's problem
In somebody else's time


Verse 2:
If the whole wide world
Becomes an ugly place to be
Someone will have to be living there
But that someone won't be me
So while I'm still alive
I proudly do not care
I'm not particularly interested
Because I won't be there

Chorus:
I'll be dead before it happens
It's no concern of mine
It's someone else's problem
In somebody else's time


Verse 3:
There are strange men on the TV
They claim that it's all a hoax
While they might not making perfect sense
They seem to be clever folk
It suits me to believe
That they just might be right
But let me tell you none of it
Is keeping me up at night.

Chorus:
I'll be dead before it happens
It's no concern of mine
It's someone else's problem
In somebody else's time


Verse 4:
One day in the Future
My grandkids will be grown
Maybe they'll judge me harshly
But I'll be dead so i wont know
I guess I've dodged a bullet
It’s pretty great to be me
I’ve finally found a benefit
Of being over 70

Chorus:
I'll be dead before it happens
It's no concern of mine
It's someone else's problem
In somebody else's time

I'll Be Dead Before It Happens

I'll Be Dead Before it Happens

Eve and I were travelling in the Northern Territory a while back when the line "I'm not a love song kind of guy" came to me. I thought it was such an obvious title for a country song that there must be a few songs like it around. As best I could I searched for and failed to find those songs. I figured that the song needed to exist so I thought I'd better write it. This is what I came up with.

Verse 1
I started writing songs some time ago
Don't know why I guess that I just decided to give it a go
I would write about this or that anything i could
I didn't know and hardly cared if it was any good
But I never touched the theme of love, I really don't know why
It occurred to me I might not be a love song kind of guy

Verse 2
At first that didn't bother me, I had a lot to say
Just me and this old guitar, I was still learning to play
But as I learned to weave my words between and around a tune
I'd try my hand at a song of love but it always seemed too soon
Over time it became a missing piece - something I could not deny
By and by I decided I'm not a love song kind of guy


Bridge
I'm inclined to write a line to make you think or smile
Or find something in my words that'll make my song worthwhile
But when it comes to you and me all my words run dry
I guess I'm not a love song kind of guy

Verse 3
It all changed a while ago when everything turned real
Now it's important to me to express the way I feel
But I don't know how to say that your smile lights up my day
Or how much love I feel for you but don't have the words to say
I can't make the words work no matter how I try
I have to face that it's not my place to be a love song kind of guy

Love Song Kind of Guy

Love Song Kind Of Guy

(Verse 1) Alien cruisin' through the cosmic sea, Navigatin' stars, wild and free, In a spaceship built of chrome and light, Chasin' dreams through the endless night. I hit light speed, leave the past behind, In the cosmic ocean, where stars align, With a mind full of dreams and a heart that's bold, In search of treasures, more precious than gold. (Chorus) Now I'm an alien cruisin' through space and time, Chasin' cosmic highs, no reason, no rhyme, With the stars as my guide, and the galaxies divine, Livin' on the edge, in a universe so fine. (Verse 2) I've seen planets of wonder, and moons of delight, Sailed through nebulae, painted with light, With a crew of misfits, we laugh and we roam, In the cosmic symphony, we call home. I've tasted alien psychedelics, so strange, In colors beyond the spectrum, I've rearranged, With visions of worlds yet to be explored, In the depths of space, forever adored. (Chorus) Now I'm an alien cruisin' through space and time, Chasin' cosmic highs, no reason, no rhyme, With the stars as my guide, and the galaxies divine, Livin' on the edge, in a universe so fine. (Bridge) Though the journey's long, and the cosmos vast, I'll keep on cruisin', until the last, For in the heart of the universe, I find my truth, In the endless adventure, of alien youth. (Verse 3) So here's to the stars, and the moons above, To the cosmic pirates, searching for love, In a galaxy filled with wonders untold, We'll keep on cruisin', 'til we're gray and old. (Chorus) Now I'm an alien cruisin' through space and time, Chasin' cosmic highs, no reason, no rhyme, With the stars as my guide, and the galaxies divine, Livin' on the edge, in a universe so fine. (Chorus ) In the quantum dance of cosmic delight, We're surfing waves of electric light, With alien echoes guiding our flight, In the cosmic playground, our souls ignite. (Chorus 2) So raise a toast to the cosmic unknown, In the depths of space, we've truly grown, With stars in our eyes and galaxies in sight, In the cosmic adventure, we'll dance through the night.

Just An Alien Cruising Through Space And Time

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If That Aint Country (Nothing Is) 

VERSE 1 
Wildflowers on the prairie 
Rope swing on the cherry tree 
Braiding crowns out of sweet grass 
Daydreaming about everything 

PRECHORUS  
Sunsetting and she’s still outside. 
Trading butterflies for starry nights 
Her nail polish is the dirt inside. 
No horses but she’s riding high. 

CHORUS 
If that ain’t country, nothing is. 
She’s got a heart like Dixie. 
Brown eyes that smile in the rain 
Patsy Cline would lose her mind. 
Johnny Cash would walk the line. 
Bocephus would tip his hat and C grin. 
If that ain’t country nothing is. 

VERSE 2 
I blame it all on her roots. 
Vivaldi on her violin. 
Ain’t a fiddle but it’s just the same. 
She makes the devil RUN. 
 
PRECHORUS  
Suburban girl in secondhand boots 
That kids got a heart of gold. 
Aw come on now she’s like a southern wind. 
Take her hand, let her carry you home. 

CHORUS 
If that ain’t country, nothing is. 
She’s got a heart like Dixie. 
Brown eyes that smile in the rain 
Patsy Cline would lose her mind. 
Johnny Cash would walk the line. 
Bocephus would tip his hat and C grin. 
If that ain’t country nothing is. 

BRIDGE 
When we’re on the road again. 
Here by my side my highway kid 
If that ain’t country nothing is. 
Waylon, Willy, Charlie Pride 
I ain’t saying step aside. 
But you can’t deny this kid. 
If she ain’t country, no one is 

VERSE 3 
Fireflies and a full blue moon 
Humming Chattahoochee is her favorite tune. 
Piggyback ride in Daddy’s cowboy hat  
It’s a dance that we’ll never forget.  

PRECHORUS  
Her bicycle is her pickup truck. 
By the pond, skipping rocks, and counting her luck 
She’s a nature girl, she’s my beautiful world.  
Two-steppin through my heart everyday 

CHORUS 
If that ain’t country, nothing is. 
She’s got a heart like Dixie. 
Brown eyes that smile in the rain 
Patsy Cline would lose her mind. 
Johnny Cash would walk the line. 
Bocephus would tip his hat and C grin. 
If that ain’t country nothing is.

If That Aint Country

"Métro Enigma" takes listeners on a gripping journey through the abandoned Paris Metro, where secrets and ghosts of the past lurk in every shadowy corner. With a distinct country twang and energetic bass, this song captures the thrill and mystery of uncovering the truth hidden within the Metro's labyrinthine tunnels. The protagonist's unwavering determination to navigate the treacherous underground maze and confront the hungry rat pack is reflected in the powerful vocals and driving rhythm. Graffiti-covered walls and forgotten makeshift camps serve as haunting reminders of the lives once lived in this subterranean world. As the story unfolds, a glimmer of hope emerges in the form of a memory stick, holding the key to unlocking the Metro's deepest secrets. "Métro Enigma" is an anthem for those brave enough to venture into the depths of the unknown and stand their ground in the face of adversity.

Lyrics:
Down in the depths of the Metro, I descend
Darkness and silence, my only friend
The tunnels once bustled, with life and with sound
Now they're a maze, where secrets abound
In the heart of the Metro, whispers echo in the air
Ghosts of the past, lurking everywhere
I'll navigate this labyrinth, until the truth is found
In the depths of Paris, I'll stand my ground
Graffiti on the walls, tells stories untold
Of lives once lived, in this underground hold
A forgotten camp, a makeshift home
In the Metro's embrace, I'll find the unknown
Rats in the shadows, a hungry pack
They circle around me, ready to attack
I'll fight tooth and nail, to break free from their grasp
In the Metro's trials, I'll outlast
A glimmer of hope, in a memory stick
The Metro's secrets, a puzzle to pick
Cryptic messages, etched in the stone
In the Metro's heart, I'm not alone

Parisian Nocturne

Métro Enigma

Métro Enigma

"Mémoire's Embrace" is a poignant blues rock ballad that tells the story of a forgotten Paris apartment and the memories that linger within its walls. Amidst the ruins of the once-vibrant city, this dust-covered sanctuary offers a moment of respite for the weary protagonist. As they explore the apartment's faded photos and worn furniture, the ghosts of the past whisper their untold stories, creating a haunting atmosphere of nostalgia and loss. The discovery of a hidden treasure, a bottle of aged cognac, provides a glimmer of comfort and solace in this makeshift shelter. The protagonist reflects on the lives once lived and the memories left behind, finding strength in the apartment's faded beauty and the cognac's warming embrace. "Mémoire's Embrace" is a tribute to the power of memory and the resilience of the human spirit in the face of loss and devastation.

Lyrics:

In the ruins of Paris, I stumbled upon a home
A forgotten apartment, where memories used to roam
Dust-covered and silent, a snapshot of the past
In this abandoned shelter, I found refuge at last

The safe haven's secrets, whispered in the air
Amidst the faded photos, and the furniture worn and bare
A glimmer of the old world, in the ruins of today
In this Paris apartment, I found a place to stay

Rummaging through cupboards, I found a hidden treasure
A bottle of cognac, aged and full of measure
The amber liquid gleamed, like a beacon in the night
In this abandoned apartment, a moment of respite

The cognac warmed my spirit, as I sat and pondered life
In this makeshift shelter, a brief escape from strife
The ghosts of those who lived here, their stories left untold
In this Paris apartment, their memories I'll uphold

With renewed determination, I set out once again
The cognac's fire within me, a shield against the rain
The apartment's faded beauty, a reminder of the cost
In the ruins of Paris, I'll find what we've lost

As I leave this sanctuary, the cognac's warmth remains
A memory of comfort, amidst the city's pains
With the apartment behind me, I'll face what lies ahead
In the streets of Paris, I'll find the path I dread

Mémoire's Embrace

World Without Humans

Mémoire's Embrace

I was deciding whether or not to continue creating music or not.

WASTIN MY TIME

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LYRICS- I am On a fast track but i wont crash & they dont want me tappin my potential ima spazz thinking back  reminiscing as i burn this blunt to ash i came in this bitch navigate without a map  tryna  put me in box  wont make me if anything you probably make me laugh it amaze me  think i give a fuck about opinions when the dividends multiply by me saying fuck it if you really paid attention youd leave that shit in the rubbish audacity  mean muggin and coming up with assumptions i tried to reach out my hand your ego just started bubblin kenjutsu you aimed & cut it i love when you think im bluffin & thinking you onto something when really you dont know nothing and realize predictions crumblin 
and now you wonderin where i be im in the clouds smokin on loud like its thunderin so i can make the shit you spew at me sound just like mumblin  just know  it aint no doublin back 
Pull off lex do a vortex its a category 5 flying by breaking necks you hella crazy if you thinking ima stress you like go ahead turn around like the rest do
its rainwave anyways what the fuck you think the focus is the mission not the nonexstient competition not to mention im wit renegade ninjas coalition abon and omni enlisted clutch w assist and dont miss shit and i owe thanks to the village give  you a virtual  bandage helping you  cope w the damage whenever feeling abandoned im taking you to a  vantage point where you reach a new level walk through the rain and then channel detriment getting dismantled

Apple music

TYRANT XENOS - VORTEX / CATEGORY 5 (PROD. BY: aBon)

Beverly Hills

I wrote this for a special person with Slavic Eyes.

Slavic Eyes by Dave Hanrahan

“heardWhatUSaid”

the idea is that there are no rules for a rock and roll song 

Rock&Roll

Mother would watch as I'd dive for the money they'd throw.
Down below.
Down so low.

From in the blue water, the people above move so slow.
They don't know.
What I know.

Give me a reason to stay.
Guess it's true that we all run away.
Though I can't see the future, I'm sure.
That I can never know what's in store.

Some coins for the coven, there's buns in the oven.
To pay.
We will see.
What will be.

Son, fetch me your Shoeshine, this town it is all mine. 
What's more.
I'm the law.
Above the law.

You fantasy swinger, you phoney gunslinger, who deals?
Out the deals.
Ride the wheels.

A priest or a bandit, a boxer or prophet, your breath.
Your last breath.
On to death.

Lord, give me a reason to stay.
There are times when we all run away.
Though I know there's no future, I'm sure.
That you can never know what's in store.

Oh mother, oh mother, the life they have taken from me.
I am free.
I'm the sea.

Oh, father, my father, now why hast thou forsaken me?
You can't see.
What I see.

Lord, give me a reason to stay.
Guess it's true that we all run away.
Though I can't see the future, I'm sure.
That I can never know what's in store.

Shoeshine

"Hinter uns das Land" / "Behind Us The Land" - Music from Book 5: (Part 1) A New Beginning

Book 5 of "Hinter uns das Land" / "Behind Us The Land" opens a new chapter: The horrors of war lie behind the protagonists, but the scars run deep. This music collection accompanies the Feyerabend family in the post-war era, a time of rebuilding, hope, and slow healing.

The music of Book 5 is an eclectic mix of styles and eras, reflecting the complexity of starting anew. German Schlager hits of the 1950s and nostalgic chansons evoke memories of the past and a rediscovered joy of life. Acoustic sounds, folk, and jazz symbolize the search for security and a new normal. Brit Pop, Swing, and Rock'n'Roll represent the dawn of a new era, while Indie Pop, Chamber Pop, and even a wedding march musically underscore the hope and the gradual blossoming of new dreams. But the shadows of the past are still present, captured in melancholic ballads, a sad piano piece, psychedelic folk, spiritual hip-hop, and powerful post-rock. Even punk rock finds its place, expressing the regained freedom and zest for life.

This music is a sonic tapestry of the post-war era, a tribute to the will to survive, the importance of family, and the strength of the human spirit. It captures the ambivalence of this epoch: The burden of memory and the simultaneous spirit of optimism, the grief for what was lost and the hope for a new beginning.

Music: A musical journey through time from the 50s to the present day with elements of German Schlager, Chanson, Folk, Jazz, Brit Pop, Swing, Rock'n'Roll, Indie Pop, Chamber Pop, Post-Rock, Punk Rock, and more.

Discover the musical soul of "Hinter uns das Land" / "Behind Us The Land"!

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"Hinter uns das Land" - Musik zu Buch 5 (Part 1): Aufbruch in eine neue Zeit

Buch 5 von "Hinter uns das Land" schlägt ein neues Kapitel auf: Die Schrecken des Krieges liegen hinter den Protagonisten, doch die Narben sind tief. Diese Musiksammlung begleitet die Familie Feyerabend in der Nachkriegszeit, einer Zeit des Wiederaufbaus, der Hoffnung und des langsamen Heilens.

Die Musik zu Buch 5 ist eine eklektische Mischung aus Stilen und Epochen, die die Vielschichtigkeit des Neubeginns widerspiegelt. Schlager der 50er Jahre und nostalgische Chansons erinnern an die Vergangenheit und die wiedergefundene Lebensfreude. Akustische Klänge, Folk und Jazz symbolisieren die Suche nach Geborgenheit und einer neuen Normalität. Brit Pop, Swing, und Rock'n'Roll stehen für den Aufbruch in eine neue Zeit, während Indie Pop, Chamber Pop und sogar ein Hochzeitsmarsch die Hoffnung und das langsame Erblühen neuer Träume musikalisch untermalen. Aber auch die Schatten der Vergangenheit sind noch präsent, eingefangen in melancholischen Balladen, einem traurigen Klavierstück, psychedelischem Folk, spirituellem Hip-Hop, und kraftvollem Post-Rock. Sogar Punkrock findet seinen Platz, um die wiedergewonnene Freiheit und Lebensfreude auszudrücken.

Diese Musik ist ein Klanggemälde der Nachkriegszeit, eine Hommage an den Überlebenswillen, den familiären Zusammenhalt und die Kraft der menschlichen Seele. Sie fängt die Ambivalenz dieser Epoche ein: Die Last der Erinnerung und die gleichzeitige Aufbruchstimmung, die Trauer um das Verlorene und die Hoffnung auf einen Neuanfang.

Musik: Eine musikalische Zeitreise von den 50er Jahren bis in die Gegenwart mit Elementen von Schlager, Chanson, Folk, Jazz, Brit Pop, Swing, Rock'n'Roll, Indie Pop, Chamber Pop, Post-Rock, Punk Rock und mehr.

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A Child Awaits (LANDR remastered)

Where's Home?

LipiDan

From Afar (feat. S. Manchester)

I write songs.  I'm not a performer any more than I need to be to have my songs heard once in a while. I hope that better musicians than I encounter my songs and decide to play them.  I just write songs to have them exist in the world. If the world likes them then the world can do with them what it will.  All these recordings are demos.  I've tried to make them as musically interesting as I can but they are all awaiting the skilled hand of someone who knows how to make songs shine.

Love Song Kind Of Guy

Daniel Weinstein