This is a song about forgiveness. 

Years ago a friend's father had died. He was deeply upset because he couldn't bring himself to respect his father saying that he'd failed as a father. It was clear that he did not believe that his father had done his best. I said 'maybe not, but he probably did the best he knew how". That phrase made a difference to my friend and, perhaps, allowed him to look at his father in a different way. It stuck with me ever since.

This is also my story and possibly every parent's story. We all fail to some extent. We all could have done better and wish we had. But we all did what we knew to do. We can only hope that it was enough.

Verse 1:
We started talking about nothing at all
we shared a bit of something and I started to fall
A little bit in love I guess I answered a call
Made her more than a friend

So we got married in a rush of youth
Feeling so free, playing fast and loose
I always meant well you know that's the truth
But I stuffed it up in the end

Chorus:
Wish I could say that I did my best
But it's simply not true
I could have done a whole lot better
If I'd known what to do
I did as much as who I was at the time would allow
I'd like to think that whatever I did I did the best that I knew how

Verse 2:
We brought you home your mum and me
You entered our house turned two into three
So I went to work thought my job was to be
Bringing home big buckets of security

Who knew back then what a father should be
Who knew what a little boy or girl might need
I learned too late what I needed to see
More than anything you needed more of me.

Chorus:
Wish I could say that I did my best
But it's simply not true
I could have done a whole lot better
If I'd known what to do
I did as much as who I was at the time would allow
I'd like to think that whatever I did I did the best that I knew how

Bridge (omitted from this version):
That's not to say that I didn't try
That's all I ever did and that's no lie
If I didn't live up to the standards I had
I never thought that I was doing all that bad
The only life I've known has been in my own skin
I've never been the man I wish I'd been

Chorus:
Wish I could say that I did my best
But it's simply not true
I could have done a whole lot better
If I'd known what to do
I did as much as who I was at the time would allow
I'd like to think that whatever I did I did the best that I knew how
credits

The Best

This isn't actually a blues song, but the title seems to fit anyway.

Here are the lyrics:

I don't like it, don't like it hanging out in front
I gotta say it's givin' me the shits, pardon me for being so blunt
It wasn't there a while ago, don't know from where it came
But I don't like it so very bad I can hardly say its name

Don't want it don't want it and it's clear I'm not alone
I see some folks who've had it since before they were even grown
They seem to get on with their lives and I guess they seem ok
But I don't like and don't want it - that's all I've got to say

I never look down 'cuz
It's hard to miss
I can't believe
That it's come to this
It came on slow
So I didn't know
It was happening to me
Until one day in a mirror I saw what everybody else could see

I've been alive a lot more years that I've got years left to live
I've been doing pretty good with learning to forgive
Myself for things I did or didn't do and places I've never been
But I'm finding it hard to forget that I was once young, fit and thin

For me it's front and centre, for some its back and low
And others carry it anywhere, everywhere they go
But they tell me that this belly fat is no good for my heart
Since I want to live a few more years I guess I'd better start
Some sort of exercise and diet - It seems a cruel plot
But as card carrying human being I suppose that that's my lot

I never look down 'cuz
It's hard to miss
I can't believe
That it's come to this
It came on slow
So I didn't know
That I was not immune
Maybe now that's just who I am and hence this tragic tune

Bellyfat Blues

Verse 1:

I can’t tell time
It won’t do what I say
I try to take control of time
But time always gets its own way

Time waits for no one 
So goes the old cliche
But if you wait until the time’s just right
You can watch time slip away

Chorus 1:

I’ve heard it said by people who know that
Only time will tell
But time don't say a single thing
I suppose that’s just as well

Verse 2:

I can't trust time
It seems to come and go
And where it went when it's gone
I swear that I don't know

More and more and On and On
I watch time dissapear
Into itself or something else
It leaves me waiting here

Chorus 2:

The universe is particular
About the time it will allow
The only time it does approve
Is the moment happening now

Verse 3:

I can't save time
It doesn't want to last
It's here for such a little while
And then becomes the past

The past can't be saved
It not really here at all
No more than the future is
As best as I recall

Chorus 3:

Seems to be a law of nature
That's universally true that
Three O'clock is too early or late for
Anything you want to do.

Verse 4:

Time fills all the spaces 
If you give it enough room
But it's still a mystery
How it got so late so soon

Time gives me everything
And then takes it all away
Things still seem to happen
In a weird but timely way

Bridge:

If time's a game
It's hard to play
It's got complex rules
And it takes all day
It's not much fun
You just can't win
But it's a beautiful game
When played by children

Verse 5:

Time is my enemy
Time’s my only friend
It's something that i never earned
But I still get to spend

We're all given so much time
You can’t get an extra bit
You can sqeeze or stretch it any way you like
But you’ll never make it fit

Chorus 4:

I can't save time, keep time or take time
Would if I knew how
Thought I had a tale about time to tell
But I'm out of time right now

Telling TIme

Telling Time

Remixed and remastered 6 January 2025
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I wrote the following song about the  1969 draft lottery.  The number that were selected ranged form 1 to 366 and were associated with your birthday.  If you were male and the right age you had a number picked.  a low number meant your chances of being drafted were very high.  
I got the number 366.  The best you could get.

Here are the lyrics:

Verse1:
Why were they making us play that game
There were no winners you could only lose
They signed us up on the day we were born
It wasn't something you got to choose
Nobody I knew ever wanted to play
But we could only wait for that call
All of us were living out on the edge
Waiting for a hammer to fall

Verse 2:
Didn't seem to be a way out of the game
Though I kept trying year after year
No matter what I did everything kept looking
A whole lot worse than I even feared
The rules kept changing and you never knew
How they'd choose who'd they get to own
Those were the ones that they could put in the grinder
While the rest of us, they just might leave alone

Chorus 1:
They put numbers in a barrel gave it a mix
Everybody got a number. I got 366
The final number. The best it could be
I won my life, in a lottery
366
366
366
366

Verse 3:
I didn't want to watch 'em playing with numbers
Didn't like what they were doing it for
But after a while someone whispered to me
They'd given me the very highest score
I should have been happy about 366
But I kept wondering what I could say
To whoever it was who had to play in my place
What kind of price did they have to pay

Chorus 2:
They put numbers in a barrel gave it a mix
Everybody got a number. I got 366
The very final number. best I could get
I'm just not ready to get over it yet
366
366
366
366

#OUTRO
It really happened I swear it really happened
It's hard to believe that it happened back then
If we're not careful, if we don't pay attention
Then they're going to find a way to play it again
366
366
366
366

Outrageous

Vista Mare wants to take you and transports you into a carefree world, to youth, where it took 2 beers and a guitar on a beach to be happy. Vista Mare is that song born by a chance, like a friendship, a love. Left for to long inside me, has now taken over. Vista Mare is a country /blues/rock song that mixes the past with the present, without forgetting the melodies.

Vista Mare

This is just me. No more, no less.

A death folk ballad for the young and the young at heart.
For those who inspire or have seen better days... for dreamers, lovers, and storytellers alike.

Good night from the ghosts of free Europe.

Happy Birthday Mom,
like always




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Living on your own
Just one more day
Living on your own
On your own
Those signs before the fly-by
Drove you insane
Insanity or lights above it was kinda hell!

Your mother was so nice now
Who's gonna help you?
Your mother was so nice
She shouldn't have gone
Deceivers selling Bibles
And no one cares
You're trapped in your own present you can't let go

Just give me
Another home


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℗ © Andrea Ev - 2024

Another Home

In Your Life

Drunk On You

A tribute to our Aunt/Mama - Sue. The most supportive, strong, hilarious woman you'll ever meet. Here's to all the Mamas out there x

No One's got a Mama Like Mine

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.

Telling Time

Daniel Weinstein