Lyrics;
Anywhere with you
Is where I want to go
Walking through the park
Or perhaps a picture show
Or maybe we could window shop along the Avenue
They're all my favorite place when I'm with you!

Anywhere with you
Is just the that place I want to be
waiting for the bus
Or at home watching TV 
No matter where we go I know I'll have a lovely view
Anywhere I go with you

The post office, delivered!
The library, you read my mind
The grocery store from soup to nuts
Who knew food was fun to find
to think that I was there with you
Just really blows my mind
Cause anywhere with you Is so fine!

Anywhere with you
Brings a big smile to my face
Anywhere with you will always be the perfect place
I never have to worry about where I'm going to
'Cause where I want to be is anywhere with you!

Anywhere With You

Lyrics;
Gotta get up  on the road  gotta get right up and go 
No time to take it easy  No time to take it slow
I never thought it through 
Never had a plan
I just did what I had done 
and then away I ran
Shoulda listened to the lord  when I had the chance
But when the Devil played the music  I chose to dance 
I gotta get up on the road Got to get right up and go
No time to take it easy   No time to take it slow
It sure ain't easy livin'  when you're on the run
But that's  what I get for doing  all the things I've done 
Shoulda listened to the Lord when I had the chance
But when the Devil played that music 
And I chose to dance 
Now It's way too late for sorry   Too late for second thoughts 
Gotta keep a step ahead 
won't see me getting caught 
Gotta get up on the road 
Gotta get right up and go

Should've Listened To The Lord

Lyrics;
City at dusk
With bright electric lights
Chill in the air
Cuts you like a knife
Sun going down
Fog is rolling in
A chilly night
Is on its way again
Before you even know
Another day is gone
You pause and reflect
But time keeps moving on
Like an old noir movie
I'm a Gumshoe on a case
Cause It's a mystery to me
Why I stick around this place
A misty night
The sidewalk getting wet
The sun slips away
The moon's not up just yet
One more block
And I'll be at my door
The lights are out
She don't need those lights no more
Sun going down
When she'd made up her mind
Fog rolling in
When she left it all behind
Door opens smooth
But there's not too much in there
Fridge for the beer
A TV and a chair
And a million memories
Most good  some bad
Was it all real
Or some crazy dream I had
Sun's going down
The fog is rolling in
And a long chilly night
Before the sun comes up again
Sun going down
Sun going down
City at dusk
Sun going down

City At Dusk

This is for a wonderful human being that was taken way too soon by a drunk driver. Candy was a school bus driver who loved living.  And she was a great friend.
lyrics;

Past the boats of the harbor 
you can see the sound 
And gaze in the wonder 
at what you've found
Here she once lived 
and where she will stay
Her voice heard in echoes 
in the hills by the bay. 
Drove  the bus to school
Her smile lead the way
Now the bus is empty
There is no school today
Across the Narrows bridge 
To the Gig Harbor town
She loved living life 
In this paradise found
If you listen close
You can hear her say 
I'm right here in heaven
In the hills by the bay. 











Candy's Song (The Hills By The Bay)

This is about umm,  four minutes and twenty seconds. 😉
Lyrics;
Dark clouds on a winter day
The world turns cold and stark
Spinning in a different way
Daylight growing dark

Bad actor writes new edits
The plot goes off the track
Rolling through the credits
Before the next scene fades to black

Frustration feeds the fear
And angry calls for change
Falling on deaf ears
Mad dogs bear their fangs

The king shouts out decrees
These subjects shall not cross
Red lines and blue men
Will crush the great unwashed

The frozen air grows heavy
A haze falls to the ground
Glowing are the fires
Lighting up the town

Outside of the barricades
Mad dogs howl and bark
In the bitter cold
Daylight growing dark

Mad Dogs

A dystopian world should have dystopic holidays.
Lyrics;
Spent a whole day in the sunshine
Exercising for my heart
Got some dry wood for a fire
In a stolen shopping cart

I've no more need for money
It blew away where hot winds blow
I've got goggles for my eyes
and a mask for mouth and nose

Today I breathe fresh air
Reading Dante and some psalms
And sleep here if I can
If I can get my nerves to calm

Began to think they'd never stop
But I dreamed this day would come
My dystopic holiday
Are any day without the bombs

Got some water in containers
That I keep underground
And supplies from some old prepper
But I dont think he's still around

I keep an eye out for the strangers
Survivors are a threat
I'm always locked and loaded
But I ain't shot no one ... yet

Everybody scattered
From the city to the farms
When they up and dropped the thunder
It was panic and alarm

Since then I've hunkered down
To avoid a quick demise
Day and night the earth just rocks
Doom fills up the skies

Not so long ago
A dinner and a show
Some wine to lose
Some inhibitions

I was watching my tv
When they dropped an EMP

Blown out windows boarded up
I've reinforced my doors
Trying to convince myself
I might survive this war

But today I breathe fresh air
Reading Dante and some psalms
And sleep here if I can
If I can get my nerves to calm

Birds are chirping sweetly
Bees build a honeycomb
It's peaceful here and now
On a day without the bombs

Dystopian Holiday

We all have our demons...
Lyrics;
So cold in the morning
And getting colder every day
He's slipping on his slippers
And slips into the day

He's searching for a bright side
He's keeping his head up
Stormy skies reflect in his eyes
Steam is rising from his coffee cup

The summer ended early
Up and closed the show
Flew out with the blackbirds
Making way for winter snow

And he can't hide his disappointment
Of knowing what he knows
A consequence of being
Where he shouldn't want to go

He can't fill that hollow feeling
It only grows and grows
It's just so hard to get away
From where he shouldn't want to go

Maybe some house cleaning
The carpets and the floors
But he falls into daydreaming
And dreams she's walking through the door

He's talking to himself
Or to the company he lacks
Words echo off the walls
"some day I know she's coming back"

Warm thoughts of another time
Like the pictures on the walls
But just outside there's no one there
And the snow begins to fall

He can't hide the disappointment
Of knowing what he knows
A consequence of being
Where he shouldn't  want to go

He can't fill that hollow feeling
It only grows and grows
It's just so hard to get away
From where he shouldn't want to  go

Where He Shouldn't Want To Go

What seems a long time ago, Hans made the most amazing music. He was a collaborator's dream. His popularity grew to great proportions. And then, ... he just wasn't there. Fortunately, through the awesome Terry Reeves musical machine "Cripple Club," he returned. However, Cripple Club has called it a day on SC. I greatly miss them. Once again, finding Hans will be a challenge. This track is used with the very kind permission of Hans from the early days. He had no idea that I was going to write about his musical prowess by using this track. But that's what I did. lol   
Anyway, I can't say much for the singer in this, can't say enough about the incredible musician! The music sure is fantastic! Hope you enjoy!  
PS; I apologize that downloads of this track aren't available. The music belongs to Hans.
Lyrics;
Hans breaks out the Fender
Hans is bending strings
Hans has got the sound just right
music is his thing

Hans has got the killer groove
The rhythm catches fire
The bass will punch you in the heart
You've just got to admire

Hans

Hans has got things fired up
Picking up the speed
burning up that Fender's frets
Whenever he plays lead

Well I've played guitar for quite a while
And I'm pretty good you see
But when Hans breaks out the Fender
I just listen quietly

To Hans

Feel the quake and thunder
Releasing from the strings
The sound of twisted metal
Soaring high on metal wings

And Hans breaks out the Fender
Hans is bending strings
Hans has got the sound just right
music is his thing

Hans - All music written and performed by Hans Michael Albers

An old mailman in his dying hometown reflects ...
Lyrics;
Her smile is so sweet
Sure to make you think
You should patronize this soda shop
And buy an ice cold drink

A bottle in her hand
I see her every day
On the wall of the old soda shop
Where she slowly fades away

But It has been so long
Since the shop had closed its doors
And the girl with the bottle
Hardly noticed anymore

I walk these streets
Of an ancient urban sprawl
Carrying the mail
From when, I can't recall

Cars still drive on Main Street
Though there's not much left to see
Old spirits and old bones
of the shops that used to be

This town's heart still beats
Though it struggles every day
With wounds as yet unhealed
And scars on full display

I walk the dead end streets
Of forgotten urban sprawl
An echo breaking silence
From my boots with each footfall

And part of me is missing.
Part of me is lost
As when summer turns to autumn
I feel the coming frost

Stars that shine at night
Disappear in morning light
As yesterday slips away
I'm holding on with all my might

Walking lonely streets
Through abandoned urban sprawl
Delivering the mail
Until there's no one left at all

Outside the old soda shop
With colors turning gray
The girl still holds the bottle
And nightfall's on the way...

The Girl Still Holds The Bottle

A little bit of fun. I used to hate disco. Not anymore.
Lyrics;
You feel the ground It's moving!
Pulsing through the street
It kicks you out your comfy chair
And puts you on your feet

You know you're not a dancer
You move like wet concrete
And you always hated disco
But You gotta love that beat!

Burnin' through the walls
Your feel the rhythm's heat
This vibe has got you groovin'
And it's hard to be discrete
You tried to fight against it
But wound up in defeat

And you always hated disco
But you  really love that beat

Always Hated Disco

In journalism, a stringer is a freelance journalist, photographer, or videographer who contributes reports, photos, or videos to a news organization on an ongoing basis but is paid individually for each piece of published or broadcast work
Lyrics:
There's places in the city
Where the sun can't find the street
And wicked are those shadows
Where dark souls and black hearts meet

But dark is good for business
And he's reporting on a crime
Exposing it to light
For the broadcast in prime time

He's checking out the scene
Got a camera in his hand
Searching for what's news
He's the stringer man

Scouting for a story
That's good enough to sell
The public wants to see
What the anchor has to tell

Police tape marks the border
Where a nightmare's taken place
The stringer captures the horror
It's where evil shows its face

             ‐---------------------------

From the belly of the beast
North East West and South
Streamed to eyes and ears
Right from the sources mouth
From the camera to the tv
From a whisper to a shout

              ---------------------------
The scanner scans the radio
Foot on the peddle once again
He's always on the go
He's the stringer man

Checking out the scene
Camera in his hand
Searching for what's news
He's the stringer man
He's a stringer man
He's a stringer man
He's a stringer man

The Stringer Man

Lyrics;
Summer brought the sunshine
Winter brought the freeze
Spring had sprung me to my feet
You want me falling to my knees

You brushed me off your shoulders
You up and turned your back
The tight rope I've been walking on
Feeling mighty slack

Once we had a fire
Burning hot and bright
Long gone are the embers
And it's pretty cold at night

This race is run
What's done is done
We ran right off the course
No point in pointing fingers
Or beating this dead horse

I remember way back when
On the day you said "I do"
Love me till the day I die
Now I see that wasn't true

And so I'll say goodbye my love
And move on down the line
Thinking of what might have been
Got to get you off my mind

Once we had a fire
Burning hot and bright
Long gone are the embers
And it's freezing cold at night

This race is run
What's done is done
We ran right off the course
No point in pointing fingers
Or beating this dead horse

Dead Horse

Lyrics;
I'm in the middle of nowhere
A long long way from my team player days
Hop skip and jump from the freeway
But you're gone for miles no matter which way

Another day's blending in with the last
I'm passing the time that flies past me so fast
I rise in the morning and try to keep pace
As this kid in my mirror reflects an old face

Think of the places I'd once been
If I could would I go back again?
The air here's gone stifle and stale
And I'm in a rudderless boat at sea with slack sail

Thoughts travel back to the days of my teens
To my torn flannel shirts and bell bottom blue jeans
When I knew it all though I hadn't a clue
And someday was when I'd have something to do

Well, I'm growing old that's a stone cold fact
I try to look forward can't help looking back
Been feeling restless but don't really know
If I'm I too set in my ways to pull up stakes  and go?

I'm in the middle of nowhere
A long long way from my headier days
A hop skip and jump to go somewhere
But I've been there before and I've nowhere to stay

All of the days blending in with the past
Blurring the spaces between the first and the last
Why rise in the morning and try to keep pace
When the kid in my mirror reflects this old face

Been so long since I was wild and free
Leaving to chance the future waiting for me
The middle of nowhere is all I could find
And what might have been has left me behind

I'm in the middle of nowhere

The Middle Of Nowhere

Lyrics;
The sky was blue
The trees were bare
And Jimmy  wished
he wasn't there
Another year going to school
Where kids excel
at being cruel
In the classroom
In the corner
At the back of the class
As the teacher
Speaks to no one
Doesn't matter they'll all pass
Playing games at every turn
Complete with trophies
never earned
Comes the time to graduate
Blinders off
The world awaits
Dad shows him the door
This house is not home anymore
On his own he finds a trade
Modest job modestly paid
Hollow world
Of hollow men
Calloused hands
And Calloused friends
Wonders why he's still here
Go through the motions every year
Is he part of some great plan?
Is there a place where he fits in?
Same old questions he asks himself
Same old place he's always been.
The sky still blue
The trees still bare
And Jimmy wished
he wasn't there ...

The Book Of Jimmy

It's morning. Or maybe the middle of the day. Doesn't matter. You're waking up. Not a care in the world. Except eating and stuff. You go about your day. And when you're feeling sleepy again, you just lay down and sleep, wherever you feel like. because you're a dog, like Maggie.

Maggie

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Lyrics;
She showed me where the door was
As if I didn't know
She'd had it up to here with me
Said it was time to go
I'd had it easy in that nest 
I didn't ask her why
Two birds of different feathers
It was time for me to fly
Now I've got nowhere to be
And a million miles of road
And lots of time to think things through
Before my head explodes
I could head out to the mountains
And sleep under the stars
Or drive until my wheels fall off
And find how far is far
Lucky ain't my middle name
Nor my first or last
That would be an irony
Judging from my past
But I'm rolling with the punches
life can sure hit hard
I'm dealing with the hand I'm dealt
But still look for better cards
Now I've got nowhere to be
And a million miles of road
And lots of time to think things through
Before my head explodes
Might head down to the ocean
Watch the waves, and play guitar
Or drive until my wheels fall off
And find how far is far



How Far Is Far (Arta Rad and Dan's Shadowman)

Lyrics;
The spirit weak we've been divided
We were distracted by the clowns
We lost our way we've been misguided
Hope there's still time to turn around

I closed my eyes just long enough
Then Iooked the other way
Failed to see what's coming down
Upon this sunny day

Lend an ear and listen close
Here's where the quiet part gets loud
A storm is bearing down
Run if you can
From the thundercloud

The spirit weak we've been divided
We were distracted by the clowns
We lost our way we've been misguided
Hope there's still time to turn around

We closed our eyes just long enough
And looked the other way
Now the rain is coming down
Upon our sunny day

Hungrily I ate the lies
That sugar helped the black pills down
Sweet music played and we all danced
Now all I hear is a bitter sound

Lend an ear and listen close
Here's where the quiet part gets loud
A storm is bearing down
Hide if you can
from the thundercloud

Thundercloud

Gumshoe is a slang term for a private detective, or someone who investigates criminal or illicit activity, or searches for missing people. The term comes from those who wore street shoes with a thick, soft, and quiet rubber sole

A paradigm is a model, pattern, or set of ideas that can be used as a standard or perspective for looking at something. It can also refer to a theory or group of ideas about how something should be done or made.
Lyrics;

It was cool in San Francisco
It was cold in up New York
Watched the ball drop on the TV
And then I popped the cork

Not much for celebration
But for the new year raise a toast
Washed down some resolutions
Said goodbye to some old ghosts

And I hear the clock
That tics and tocks
Count the money for my time
Scent of perfume
In a smoke filled room
A gumshoe's paradigm

The cigarette that smoldered
In the ashtray wasn't mine
Had an envelope with cash
And contract freshly signed

Reclining in my chair
With a mystery in mind
The client's sordid story
About a girl he left behind

And I hear the clock
And someone walk
And a shadow on the blinds
Scent of perfume
In a smoke filled room
A gumshoe's paradigm

A target of new focus
Had entered through my door
Soft hands with painted nails
And a shiny 44

Not a word was needed
The message loud and clear
Back off while you can old man
Or you've seen your last new year

She left as she had come
Smoke swirled in her wake
But she'd left the door wide open
And a trail for me to take

And I hear the clock
That tics and tocks
Count the money for my time
Scent of perfume
In a smoke filled room
A gumshoe's paradigm

A Gumshoe's Paradigm

Always A Perfect Day
In a world of unrest, war and forced overtime. Life can get so heavy it weighs you down. Come plug in to a world of peace and tranquility. Where no matter the news or weather, every day is a perfect day.
Sposored by B.R.A.I.N.
( Breach Recondite Artificial Intelligence Network)
Lyrics,
No worries 'bout the weather
That's what everyone will say
Clouds or rain or warm sunshine
Always a perfect day

Hear the buzzing in the air
From electric power lines
The vibe will pulse right through your feet
Bringing comfort your mind

I came here in a troubled time
And lost the will to leave
With nothing in my pockets
No aces up my sleeve

I faded to the background
A sinking boat still mored
Hypnotized by rhythmic waves
Until totally absorbed 

Floating in a real live dream
This is where you get away
Let go the world that brought you here
That's the only price you'll pay

Connect your own paradise
If you come here plan to stay
Lose your mind come rain or shine
Always a perfect day

Always A Perfect Day

Lyrics;
I didn't ask to be here
But I don't want to leave
They say you won't find Heaven
If you don't believe

I wake up every morning
my body feeling sore
And I still have no idea
what this life is for

Memories crawling forward
From way back in my mind
Like bugs from out of nowhere
That I can't leave behind

I heard the Word as I grew up
But folks would read it differently
Now I don't know who's right or wrong
Guess we'll just have to wait and see

I didn't ask to be here
But I don't want to leave
Can you stumble into Heaven
If you don't believe

See things on the news
Spun and twisted for more views
The misery can sometimes get a bit
much to me

See places that I'll never go
Edited for prime time shows
The hardships and the poverty

They didn't ask to be there
And they can't seem to leave
But can find their way to Heaven
If they just believe

But the world can be so wonderful
So I go outside to get my fill
Of trees and grass and clouds and sky
As raindrops fell before my eyes

And the world can be cold and dark
And lightning's bound to leave a mark
Back to the shelter of my home
Watch through the window till the storm is gone

Too much time I have to think
I feel my feelings start to sink
Those creeping bugs soon return
With ghosts of the past and lessons learned

No, I didn't ask to be here
But I sure don't want to leave
How can anyone find Heaven
If they don't believe?

Bugs

Lyrics;
Aliens or Angels
Art Bell on the air one night
Said something streaked across the sky
So I searched the stars before morning light
In hope a spaceship would fly by

Watching what's been televised
Hey, are they watching me?
From some dimension as yet unknown
Beyond our technology

Are there Angels down from Heaven
That look out for our soul
Or aliens from outerspace
Who wait to take control

There's a limit to my vision
I'm only flesh and bone
I search for something out there
For some great unknown

Are they here now only waiting
for some fateful day
To show themselves in their true form
In some congenial way

Could eyes out in the universe
See this speck of dust
Orbiting a yellow star
Is someone watching us?

Are there Angels down from Heaven
That look out for our soul
Or aliens from outerspace
Who wait to take control

There's a limit to our vision
We're only flesh and bone
Are there Aliens or Angels
Or are we all alone

George Noory on the air tonight
Speaks of fire in the sky
I search the stars before  morning light
And pray that spaceships will fly by

Aliens Or Angels

Lyrics;
Be careful how you spend it
Time's worth more than gold
She's gone you can't rescind it
Can't cage what you can't hold

The chain so easily broken
At the weakest link
Now both of us are free
I don't know what to think

She is going her own way
And I am going mine
Without negotiation
Just wasn't worth her time

The ring a hollow token
Of all I hoped would be
Glad she didn't see my face
Walking away from me

Maybe it's a lucky break
I don't need to settle down
There's plenty of adventures
And new treasures to be found

The full moon slinks away
Dimmer goes the light
I slip into the darkness
And wander through the night

Be careful how you spend it
Time's worth more than gold
She's gone you can't rescind it
Can't cage what you can't hold

So heavy on your mind
Let go those memories
Find out what's ahead
Whatever was was not to be

She was going her own way
I am going mine
No negotiation
Guess it wasn't worth her time

Be careful how you spend it
Time's worth more than gold
She's gone you can't rescind it
Can't cage what you can't hold

What You Can't Hold

Lyrics;
Watching the TV
Cursing the plot
It's just going nowhere and the laughter is canned

The show's dragging on
Getting lost in his thoughts
It happens a lot with so much time on his hands

He's loaded with plans
He knows won't come to pass
With roots dug in deep like the old walnut tree

The show's fading fast
Just a noise in the air
As his mind drifts away to when he used to be

Riding his bike with no helmet on
Parties on payday till the money was gone
Feeling the heat from a bonfire
for the homecoming game
And the blue of her eyes by the bonfire flame

Making an effort
to rise to his feet
Balance is a challenge getting harder to meet

shuffling to bed
To wait for the sun
Knowing he won't be finding very much sleep

The morning reminds him
Of the all the things he had done
His past must've come with some kind of a curse

His old friends are gone
Man, they'd had so much fun
But thinking of them now makes the pain so much worse

He'd had a good run
But those days are all gone
Unlike the ache in his arthritic knees

So he sits in his chair
Not much else to do
And thinks of old times when he used to be

Riding his bike with no helmet on
Parties on payday till the money was gone
Feeling the heat from the bonfire for the homecoming game
And the blue of her eyes by the bonfire flame

Bonfire Flame

Writing songs is an adventure. This song started out with the idea of a hard beat to dance to. Instead I wrote a song that kind of reflects  a geriatric Angie Baby. Anyway I hope you like it. 
Lyrics;
A dilemma caused Claire's heart to stall
Between two men she can't decide
Inside her mind is a big dance hall
With Tom and John waiting inside

Looking left and looking right
Cinderella at the ball
Gonna dance away the night
And end the chase once and for all

Tom is like a real live wire
Focused on the finish line
On the corporate ladder climbing higher
A rising star that's sure to shine

John's big heart is pure as gold
Full of hope and full of dreams
A hand just right for her to hold
And as down to earth as any man's ever been

Who's she gonna dance with?
Who's she gonna dance with?

Tom is thinking like a winner
John is thinking of a plan
Tom can buy expensive dinners
John is still a hungry man

Tom's a king who rules his world
No time for the pleasantries
John just wants a hometown girl
Saying things like thanks and please

Who's she gonna dance with ?
Who's she gonna dance with ?

She doesn't want to get it wrong
When the music ends
She'll choose the one she thinks belongs
And know the name of her boyfriend

She's putting on her dancing shoes
Gonna dance with who knows who
Will she want Tom's life of ease
Or could John's big ol heart carry through

Who's she gonna dance with ?
Who's she gonna dance with ?

(BRIDGE)
The music's loud, her head is in a spin
She feels she could fly right to the sun
Head in the clouds, she's young again
Certain that finally she's truly found the one

Claire is in her room with nurses attending
The cause of her behavior is unknown
But Claire is at a dance that's neverending
With Tom and John She'll never dance alone

Who's She Gonna Dance With

Altamont, It was supposed to be the Woodstock of the west. It was not even close.
Lyrics;
End of the sixties
Gonna sing a peaceful song
Woodstock showed the world
How we can get along

The blue fuzz have their clubs
And their tear gas and their guns
And they don't seem to like
The way we have our fun

But it's the Land of the free
So we're doing what we want
Off to California
Free show in Altamont!

Young men like us are fighting
in someone elses war
Could Johnson have been lying
About what they're fighting for?

Draft card number's low
Then the Army's gonna draft ya
You hope your number's high
Or maybe run to Canada

It's the land of the free
So we're doing what we want
Got the Rolling Stones
On the stage in Altamont!

Got myself a new motor bike
Ride cross the country and see what it's like
Buy a guitar learn couple songs
Get a tattoo and let my hair grow long
Ya know,
Peace and love conquers war and hate
And Nixon's gonna hear it when we shout it from Kent State!

Yeah, it's the end of the sixties
And we're the Boomer generation
We're here to show the world
How to build a better nation

The old folks have their ways
And they just don't want to listen
But a new dawn's on the way
With a brighter disposition

Cause it's the Land of the free
And we're doing what we want
Hell's Angels watch our back
Free show in Altamont!

Altamont

For Allen G. Bailey Man you were good. https://soundcloud.com/agbailey
Huge thanks to Phil McWalter,  https://soundcloud.com/phil-mcwalter , for adding the perfect touch!

lyrics;
Allen plays his old guitar
he plays his latest tune
The six strings sing and do their dance
beneath a Scottish moon
It's a world his own, where everyone belongs
Allen writes the music we love to hear his songs

Allen plays his old guitar
and sings about the west.
Coyboys, Trains and "Say Whens Bar"
and "Billy" just the best
A world all his own, where everyone belongs
Allen writes the music
We love the hear the songs

Stepped into the clouds with music left to share
Heaven's where the Angels sing, you'll find his music there

Patiently waits his old guitar
That sweetly played his favorite tunes.
And six strings sang and did their dance
Beneath the Scottish moon

In a world all his own, where everyone belonges
Allen wrote the music, we love to hear the songs

Allen (Additional Production by Phil McWalter!)

For Dawna. The Orphan Train Speaker https://www.facebook.com/OrphanTrainSpeaker/?tn-str=k*F

No room in old New York
There was nowhere they could go
Motherless children
Fatherless souls

But if they could find em families
They could make things right
Somewhere where it's safe
For a child sleep at night

Bring em down to the station
To harbor in a new domain
Find 'em a home where they won't be alone
All aboard the Orphan Train

Dress em up in finery
They'll need a fresh clean look
Be sure to give each one 
The Good Lords Book

The rails will take them west
Where they've never been before
Homes and farms will want em
to work the daily chores

Bring em down to the station
To harbor in a new domain
Take 'em to a home where they won't be alone
All aboard the Orphan Train

The babies find homes easy
But it's harder for the teens
Put em on the stage
So each one can be seen...

Get up close and take a look
Check their skin and teeth
They'll need strong bones
And good spirit underneath

Some find homes and some lose hope
A sight to break a heart
The ones that no one wants
Are sent back to the start

Bring em all down to the station
We'll try and try again
Take them to a home where they won't be alone
All aboard the Orphan Train

The Orphan Train

For Gary.  https://soundcloud.com/mountain-songs
I wrote this song with Gary Reeves in mind. Through memory and belief in his Brother Brian's wonderful songs, he brought so many to listen and love the music that had been. And, also the amazing music Brian would inspire. Gary and Terry would carry the torch, and through many amazing collaborations with other artists and a committed association with the incredible Hans-Michael Albers, so much fantastic music has been created! I will forever be grateful for these wonderful artists. The Reeves Brothers and Hans have moved on to face the many challenges that life often imposes.  I will so greatly miss them. 

There's a man in the mountain of song
Where music as true as life will ring
A sound pure as gold
When the man in the mountain of song starts to sing

I heard through the clouds
Of electrified air
Such a powerful sound
From the man in the mountain of song
Music and words so profound

The man in the mountain of song

Troubles and darkness can twist a soul
And change the heart to stone
And close the mind to one and all
Until the heart and the soul stand alone

But the man in the mountain of song
Let his heart and soul fly free
And the music soared
like thunder that crashed
like rain that fell so heavy on me

There's a man in the mountain of song
Where music as true as life will ring
A sound pure as gold
When the man in the mountain of song starts to sing

I heard through the clouds
Of electrified air
Such a powerful sound
From the man in the mountain of song
Music and words so profound

The man in the mountain of song

The Man In The Mountain Of Song

When I was around 11 or 12, I saw a shadowman. I saw it quite a few times. It never scared or troubled me, but it left me with a lot of questions. When we moved to a different state, I never saw it again. 
Lyrics;
Appears around the corner 'till he's caught the line of my sight
Then quickly disappears into the darkness of the night
Not a sound or words are ever spoken out to me
The night goes down, a figure that I think I see
There's a doubt that replaces certainty
He's the Shadow Man (the Shadow Man)

Late at night, it seems the world has gone to sleep except for me
A lonely light to keep me from the darkness, suddenly,
I feel someone watching me
Darkness in the corner of my eye
I feel him there, but I cannot tell you why.
He's the Shadow Man (the Shadow Man)

The Shadow Man

Huge thank you to Noirorion for giving me the opportunity to record on his amazing track "Y"  He is truly a fantastic and wonderful musician! Check out his Soundcloud page! https://soundcloud.com/noirorion

Lyrics;
I missed the first step on the stairs
Tumbled down all the others
I'm at the bottom lying there
Wonder to myself, why
Late again I limp to work
Preoccupied with the weekend
A low salary with no perks
Every day I'm asking why

The office filled with broken chairs
I empathize with their condition
The boss has caught me in his glare
Never need to ask him why

The world around me moves so fast
Spins my head and blurs my vision
The future flies into the past
With no concern for as to why

Float in a sea of the uncertainty
That floods into my mind
Never quite where I'm supposed to be
Always a step behind

Coming home The day is done
Battered by the days adventures
Alone I watch the setting sun
Without a thought to question why

evening calls it's time for bed
The sink still full of dirty dishes
A restless night lies straight ahead
I Close my eyes and wonder why

I Wonder Y noirÒrion & Dan's Shadowman  (collab)

Lyrics;
Why'd you go Mrs. Wagner ?
It sure was better with you here
Been gone too long Mrs. Wagner
Has it really been three years?

Kids have grown and gone
They all have so much more to learn
It's a crazy world out there
and there's more to life
Than the money you might earn

Why'd you go Mrs. Wagner ?
Could you maybe give a sign
I sure could use some words right now
Why'd you leave us all behind?

Why'd you go Mrs. Wagner ?
The world was better with you here
Been gone too long Mrs. Wagner
Has it really been three years

Why'd You Go Mrs. Wagner

East of the Sierras, west of the Wasatch, there is a great deal of sand, bitterbrush, tumble weeds, coyotes, and an incalculable amount of lost souls. Somewhere amongst all of this mystery and wonder is where you'll find me, guitar in hand, aimlessly looking for a way out.

All songs, with exception for covers and collaborations, are property of Refrigerator Door Productions. 😉

Dan's Shadowman

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