I don't generally do covers but when I do, I try to do the songs not as well known. This here song is by one of my all time favorite musicians, Mark Knopfler. A sweet little song about a hobo and his Mulligan stew.

Lyrics
Everything was in there
That you'd want to see
Corned beef and onions
And true love
Turnips and tinned tomatoes
Parsnips and a few potatoes
A couple extra blessings
From above
Now this here mingle-mangle
Was my best one yet
A big old bad goulash
Worth waiting for
And I'm just about to dip my can
Taste some brotherhood of man
When I get a feeling
That there's a flaw
Who put old pigweed
In the mulligan
Was it you
Who put old pigweed
In the mulligan stew
I close my eyes
For just a minute
What do you do
Who put old pigweed
In the mulligan stew
You won't find self-improvement or philosophy
In a dumpster sitting by
The kitchen door
There's plenty leek and humble pie
Ain't too much ham on rye
Sometimes I wonder
What I'm looking for
But a spoonful of forgiveness
Goes a long, long way
And we all should do our best
To get along
Add a pinch of kindness crumbling
To your loving dumpling
Okra for thickening
When something's wrong
But who put old pigweed
In the mulligan
Was it you
Who put old pigweed
In the mulligan stew
I close my eyes
For just a minute
What do you do
Who put old pigweed
In the mulligan stew

Songwriters: Mark Knopfler

Old Pigweed - Mark Knopfler (cover)

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)

It's a been another long day for our overworked protagonist. But it's time to go home! And the weekend is just on the other side of that office door... 

Lyrics;
Got my headphones on tight
Volume is up and the music feels so right
Got the weekend in sight
Gonna drop out, tune in, let this dark world see the light

Been five days hard at work
And my paycheck reflects some kind of crime
On a long hard corporate climb
But it's a Friday night and this feeling is sublime

Down goes the sun.  Neon lights up the town.  Now the freaks can come out.
Spend some time with friends and
do whatever I feel that's what this weekend's all about

For a time I'll put the job behind me,
I'll drop it off at the office door
I can hear l the weekend calling
And I'm gonna answer that call for sure
For sure.

Got my headphones on tight
Gonna drop out, tune in, let this dark world see the light

The Weekend

He wanders the hall
of his castle and keep
Into his room for
a restless nights sleep
The glow of the fire
to fight off the chill
A restless mind
And the night is so still

But the clock on the wall
It keeps ticking away
And he hears it all night
And into the day

Falling asleep as the suns on the rise
Wakes up the next night with the stars in his eyes

So goes the life an Unfinished man
Unfinished thoughts unfinished plans

So goes the life an Unfinished man
Trying hard to find the line
That ties the loose ends of his soul

Unfinished

Lyrics;
The alarm clock is screaming
A brand new day begins
Get up out of bed
And feel this big world start to spin

Try to catch your breath
'til your balance can be found
Focusing upon
To where this day is surely bound
Head out the door
See the sights and hear the sounds
The world is winding up
Or maybe you're winding down

The traffic getting heavy
And the stress builds up inside
Feel your heartbeat pounding
As you're catching each red light

More cars and more people
On the road each day
And it seems to you
That everyone gets in your way
Jack Torrance got it right
All work and no play ...
You park your car with heavy sigh
Finally, maybe, you're winding down

But clouds are turning dark
As you're heading through the door
Your stomach tightens up
As you step upon  the floor
The air is getting heavy
And your head is feeling sore
The pay is fine
But something's missing
What it is you're just not sure

You made it all through school
And found a good career
But you're feeling hollow
As retirement grows near

Your nose long on the grindstone
And you feel a burning pain
You have so many questions
Never answered or explained
The world is spinning faster
No, it hasn't changed
But you have, and baby,
you're winding down
You're winding down
You're winding down

Winding

At the beginning of this track, is an infant's heartbeat. 
Lyrics;
Well lets just say a little while ago
I woke up all brand new
It slipped my mind to thank you then
And by now so overdue

I know a song can't hold a candle
For all I put you through
I want to show some appreciation
So I wrote a song for you
for you

I truly owe you everything
for all that I have now
I want to show my gratitude
In a way that I know how

You've always been right there for me
And in my dreams you're looking down
From where the roads are paved in gold
To my world here on the ground

I was barefoot on my first day
You got me a pair of shoes
And in time I'd learn to walk
Wish I could walk again with you

I like to think that you're hearing now
This song I wrote for you
Just my way of saying thanks
Lord knows it's overdue

Overdue

Lyrics;
He's got some battle scars
From walking on this earth
More or less he'd earned them all
Whatever that is worth

He's not the man he used to be
He stands in thinner skin
Worn down from the grindstone
And the world he once lived in

Experience had left a mark
Lighting up a world so dark
No more running blindly
Full speed ahead

Cut up, bruised and battered
So many dreams get shattered
From foolish things that he once did
Foolish things that he once said

He's got some battle scars
From living day to day
The price of going on his own
When he didn't know the way

On full display for all to see
Like medals from his private wars
The breaks the nicks the broken heart
Yeah, he's got some battle scars

Experience had left a mark
Lighting up a world so dark
No more running blindly
Full speed ahead

Cut up, bruised and battered
So many dreams left shattered
From foolish things he once believed
Foolish things that he once said

Battle Scars

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

I remember the song John Henry. After giving all he had to beat the steam drill. He laid down his hammer and he died.  In this ol song. It's a very different kind of dying. And if you're wondering, the howling is a virtual wolf.😉
Lyrics;
Brand New song
written by AI
So much smarter so much faster
So much better than you or I

New world at gate one
New technology
Say hello to your future
It's gonna set you free

Old world new John Henry
Hammers on piano keys
He'd rather write a song by himself
Nothing written artificially

He doesn't need a robot
With artificial smarts
He only trusts a human touch
Real people with real hearts

Real words written very fast
The music rocks and rolls
The mortals gods creation
Filled with electric soul

No one can tell the difference
From a tv or their phone
The music streaming to the ears
Is it AI or flesh and bone

Old world new John Henry
Singing out with words his own
Let the AI pass him on by
Doesn't need it in his home

Old world new John Henry
Does what he can to keep the score
Virtual wolf closing in
Virtual shadow on his door

A.I. And The New John Henry

Lyrics;
The barometric pressure
Was getting way too low
The trucker felt it in his bones
And the pain would surely grow

The coming storm would slow him down
He'd seen it all before
Bothered by the weather
But he was hurt by something more

Clouds so dark were gathering
And threaten to pour down
off into the distance
He hears the thunder sound

Moving on with grit and grace
The demons at the door
The lines upon his face unveil
a hurt by something more

The sky had broken out in rage
The road was washing out
Driving through the maelstrom
Becoming more in doubt

He couldn't see the danger
But found it all too late
On a bridge too old to hold
He met a bitter fate

Time would slowly pass
The truck and trucker gone
Another soul had left this earth
Into the great beyond

But everyone who knew him
In their hearts were sure
it was not the storm that took his life
But the hurt from something more

Trucker's Tale

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

Lyrics;
The time we share means more to me
Than anything this world could ever give
The time we share is the reason
For why I want to live

Like leaves change color in the fall
The hair turns gray upon my head
I've lost a bit of wherewithal
But love you more each time I love you is said.

The time we share is not enough
If it took us to the end of everything
The time we share is the answer
You give my life its very meaning

Seas rise and fall upon the shore
Mountains rise up to the skies
And my heart flies when I see you smile
The bright blue sky could never match your eyes

When darkness cast its shadow
The cold is at the door
Fear looks through the window
Of my soul

I see you there before me
I gently take your hand
We face the coming storms
To the end we make our stand

The time we share means more to me
Than anything this world could ever share
Time with you is all I need
My world is here cause you are there

For Mary

Because You're There

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

Umm ... This one is about ... um ... four minutes and twenty two seconds long.
Lyrics;
I've got a feeling
Don't know what it means

I've got this feeling
Lost inside the darkest dream

Four Horsemen ride with flags unfurled
The dragon fights the tiger for the pearl
Fire and claw
Shred the soul of the world

Seeing a vision
Blue sky burns to black

Can't stop this feeling
we've traveled too far to turn back

Four Horsemen ride with flags unfurled
Dragon fights the tiger for the pearl
Fire and claw
Shred the soul of the world

I've got this feeling
Don't know what it means

But I've got this feeling
Lost inside the darkest dream

Four Horsemen ride with flags unfurled
Dragon fights the tiger for the pearl
Fire and claw
Shred the soul of the world

Fire And Claw

Lyrics;
I'm rollin' through the desert
Past sage brush and sand
Rollin' through the desert
Past sage brush and sand
Like a tumbleweed I was a rambling man
Hit the town then hit the road again
I met you and that changed my plans
Suburban home four door sedan

In the still of the night
Coyotes cry
In the still of the night
Coyotes cry
In the dark a screech owl flies
Reflects the moon in hungry eyes
Snakes beneath old railroad ties
A truck rolls under desert skies

Thoughts of the past haunt me again
My weary soul is wearing thin
A broken heart needs time to mend
This desert road my only friend

I'm rollin' through the desert
Past sage brush and sand
Rollin' through the desert
Past sage brush and sand
Like a tumbleweed I was a rambling man
The future held in my own hands
You stole my heart and away you ran
To find your dreamed of promised land

And I'm rollin' through the desert
Past sage brush and sand

Sage Brush And Sand

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

Honored to have been invited to collaborate with Arta Rad! Check out Arta Rad on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/cB7Vi

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 s 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

Sandy aka; Sunnydayz, suggested that I play a tune on a classical guitar. So, here I am playing my 1974 Yamaha classical guitar. A gift from my then girlfriend, now wife, Mary. Thank you Mary!  
Proud to have this tune featured on Sailing La Vagabond episode #93! https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLej_Gvr1c1MM4hEcyzmT06mGoIqoXHcwo And also on Sailing to a Bahamian hole. Check out their YouTube channel!

Mission Maya

Instrumental.  
For Candice Baima. July 4, 1960 - October 9, 2011

Hills by The Bay

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

Lyrics;
I Drink a little bit but the world musta had just a little too much
Yea, I  drink a little bit but the world musta had just a little too much
'Cause it's looking kinda funny. And I believe that this world just might be losing its touch
This world has gotten wobbly. A slippery shaky mess.
How to walk a straight line is anybody's guess 
It's tipping right and tipping left and spinning like a top
Trembling as it rotates and I'm about to drop.
One step at a time on this shaky ground.
But all I want to do right now is simply slow it down.

This world has gotten wobbly. It stumbling like a child.
Tumbling through the universe. Bumbling through the miles
The world has gotten wobbly, no safe place to hide
A rolling,bouncing, bumpy, jerky, jolting, jarring ride.
I drink a bit, but the world musta had too much
'Cause it's looking kind of funny and I think it's losing touch

Thanks to Logan Blackard for paying the drums!

The World Is Getting Wobbly

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.

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