Fingerstyle playing has been a passion for me for over 45 years, having fallen in love with it when I first heard a college friend play with his fingers instead of a pick.  It was mesmerizing and I determined then and there I must learn how.  This song is the first I wrote using fingerstyle and has followed me around now for over 40 years evolving as I learned more playing technique.  I think it is still evolving, but this is where it is now; shades of light and shadow, good times, difficult times, hopefully full of the Grace of God. It is a musical portrait of me.  Performance note:  only one guitar used, the Taylor JKSM, standard tuning, no overdubbing--strictly solo fingerstyle.

Places I've Been

LYRICS:

It's time to begin believing
Everything's gonna be alright
It's time to begin believing
Everything's gonna be alright
Got the feeling this mercy
Gonna give me a peace of mind
Got the feeling this mercy
Gonna give me a peace of mind
Gonna give me a peace of mind
Lalalalalala
Lalalalalalala

The mind can break
The heart can ache
You can push it aside
A tincture of sunshine
Put the shadows away

Put the shadows away
Put the shadows away

When you are mistaken
I'm reflected a thousand times
When you are mistaken
I'm reflected a thousand times
Like a lifeline, your sunshine
It's the battle in your mind
With no reprieve, no virtue
If you give in another night
You'll be running out of time
Lalalalalala
Lalalalalalala

The mind can break
The heart can ache
You can wipe it out
A tincture of sunshine
Put the shadows away

Put the shadows away
Put the shadows away

All you ever do
Circles back around to you
And all you'll ever be
Will be enough for me
A pinhole of sunlight
Piercing through the rain

I want to feel again
I want to laugh again
I want to live again
I want to love again

The mind can break
The heart can ache
And you can pull it through
Wait out the tempest
A beacon in your eyes

Often come a surprise
Sunshine and butterflies
The dawn of a new day
It puts the shadows away

Modifier

Here's A track featuring the beautiful instrument that is the Oud. The percussive elements are made up of the frame drum and the Riq.

Here's A link to the visuals;

https://pixabay.com/photos/petra-jordan-vacations-travel-3022/

RiZLiX - Spirit Of The Oud

Happy Valentine's All you Hardcore believers in Love! 

A beautiful bluegrass/country song recorded by J.D. Crowe, written by Steven F. Brines and James B. Smoak, interpreted here with a simple acoustic guitar, piano, vocals and mandolin complements. A long time favorite that we think was wonderfully suited to Nat’s gentle voice in lead.

Vocal Copyright 2022 Daniels & Durgy
Vocals, Piano, Acoustic guitar, Stand Up Bass, and Production - Nat Daniels
Vocals, Mandolin, - Craig Durgy
Mechanical Copyright Brines/Smoak

Lyrics:

When you say you love me I don’t know what you mean
But it seems like I should
So if I say I’m bruised and torn and other loves have warned me
You won’t mind if this one is for good

I don’t know if I can take it if we can really make it
I’ve never known a love without an end
But if you really think we can then you can share my blanket
And we’ll see what happens then

When your coat falls from your shoulders in a heap upon the floor
And the door behind is closed
I don’t know if I can stand it it’s an awful lot to handle
Taking count of all the things I know

When you say you love me I don’t know what to say
I’m afraid to go along
Afraid that you might hurt me unable to be certain 
Afraid that I might turn and you’ll be gone

So I don’t know if I can take it ..if we can really make it
I’ve never known a love without an end
But if you really think we can then you can share my blanket
And we’ll see what happens then
You are more than a friend...
I guess... we'll see what happens then....

You Can Share My Blanket

A most warm thank you to Jörg for his wonderful tenor sax and flute contribution to this track.

You can visit him here: https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx

image by: Thorolf Jansson

My Tent Or Yours (featuring Joerxworx)

Original by Bob Dylan 1962
Ac. guitar & vocal : Docvet
Ac. guitar, chorus & Mix : PJ Project

Don't Think Twice W/ Docvet

200 hundred years old trees were clear-cut, that night an owl cried.
The music comes directly from my Finale software!!
@2022Pamela Illanes-Tatsuoka.All Rights Reserved

Clearcut Owl

She starts to dance
As the music plays
This beautiful girl on the dance floor 
Is glancing my way

She looks so good
With her moves so fine
Twisting and turning the night away 
I wish she were mine

Oh won’t you dance with me 
Oh won’t you dance with me 
My whole life through
I’ve wanted to dance
With someone like you

I start to move
To a beautiful song
I shuffle my feet on the dance floor 
As she leads me on

A touch of the hand
We begin to sway
And moving her body so close to mine 
I hear her say

Oh won’t you dance with me 
Oh won’t you dance with me 
My whole life through
I’ve wanted to dance
With someone like you

Copyright © A Few Stones. All Rights Reserved.

Dance With Me

okay I fleshed it out and worked on the vocal...
NOTE: I finally took those annoying breaths out of the vocal track!

This one’s gonna hurt, it’s gonna make me wanna cry
And turn things upside down, and still I’ll wonder why
You made me feel alive, but now I want to die
You took away my wings when you taught me how to fly

This one’s gonna hurt, more than anything I’ve known
It makes me question everything, what is right and what is wrong
What it means to be redeemed, to come off of that ledge
And you see the one you love still dancing on the edge

In this dirty dusty room, it’s like an empty tomb
There’s an echo in the hall, but no one there to hear me call
But know I tried to make it right
I tried to save us from the fall

I don’t know what to do, I can’t believe it’s true
I was lost inside a dream, but I know now what it means
To wake up in the cold, when everything went wrong
And the life we knew is gone

This one’s gonna hurt, and it’s more than I can stand
When I can’t hold you close, with these two empty hands
I was searching for a sign, to know how you would feel
I wish I could change your mind
But I know you never will…

This Ones Gonna Hurt (Complete Mix)

I live in a country where, for example:

•	A new “animal welfare” bill will ensure that around 100 million sentient animals each year will suffer extreme, prolonged trauma and pain as they are slaughtered without having first been stunned.  This is in order to respect minority religious beliefs.
•	Male convicted child abusers and rapists who decide to “identify as a woman” have the right to serve their sentences in women-only prisons so that their rights are not compromised.
•	The desperate, hysterical craving for universal “equality” manifests itself in obscene levels of positive discrimination to deliver race / gender etc "quotas".
•	Ransoms of hundreds of millions of pounds are paid to crass despotic theocracies to release hostages – money that will fund the development of nuclear programmes that those state-agents of god intend to deploy for the obliteration of neighbouring countries and their cultures.
•	A high ranking female politician declines the invitation to define what a woman is, for fear of “being dragged down a rabbit hole”.
•	Police and local government services turn a blind eye to industrial scale sexual abuse of vulnerable young girls to avoid stirring racial tensions.
•	It is decreed that if we can’t buy our oil from a thief we may as well buy it from a murderer as pumping our own plentiful supplies locally may offend environmentalists.
•	Ad infinitum.

The country I live in used to be called England.

Last night I read her the last rights, sang her this little poem I made up for her and cradled her as she slipped fitfully away.

I didn’t bother to mark the grave.
___________________________________________________________________

The Cold Blooded Murder Of Albion

Whisper, sweet love,
Did you feel any hurt,
As they hacked at your heart
With their blunt knives of dirt?
Love of my life!
Did you feel any pain?
As they raised up their rocks
To stone your brain.

The true paragon of fair
Balanced and just.
Slain by dogmas of air
Lunatic liberal lust.
I’ll lullaby your dead heart
That pulmonary shocks can’t restart
We’re history consigned,
To bedlam resigned.
But I’d rather rot dead
Than wake in a contemporary bed
Of moral principle smoothies
In a world that eschews me.
Hush, don’t make a fuss, there’s no need to discuss
Spinning whirlpools of statuesque dust
All relics of pride, I’ve laid delicately aside
In simple disgust.

The Cold Blooded Murder Of Albion

Frozen Love - Buckingham Nicks

Two song writers, two kindred spirits... that found each other by pure happenstance and great fortune, to collaborate and create music together.
To see our separate artist pages, please click on the following links:
Nat Daniels   https://soundcloud.com/natdaniels
Craig Durgy  https://soundcloud.com/durge