Produced, Composed and Arranged by Sullivan and Ruizzoidman https://soundcloud.com/ruizzoidman21centurions https://soundcloud.com/esemanolain-ruizzo
Guitars, Piano, Bass: Ruizzoidman
Lyrics: Darren Sullivan (Ruizzoidman translator)
Vocals: Sullivan and Ruizzoidman

Lyrics:
Hey, I was hoping all day, anyway you want, I was green, I’m sorry, for being, this way

Sneaking around, blessed ground, once it was, for me. 
pleasure of the world, blessed ground , I shall walk with thee

"Esperaba todo el día para ser como quieres. Tenía celos. Lo siento por ser así."

Hey, I was hoping all day, anyway you want, I was green , I’m sorry, for being, this way

On the radar , bristling down coming around
Maybe later, bubbling boil toil and trouble
Porous crater, simmering now melting crown
Making pay dirt, exploding sound erupting ground.

Bring in the floating bills
Bring in the frozen lock
Bring in the callous frills
Bring in the broken clock
Bring the jury and judge
Bring in the final gasp
Bring in the resentful grudge
Bring in the ghosts from the past

Sneaking, around, blessed ground, once it was for me.
pleasure of the world, blessed ground , I shall walk with thee 

"Esperaba todo el día para ser como quieres. Tenía celos. Lo siento por ser así."

Hey, I was hoping all day, anyway you want, I was green , I’m sorry, for being, this way

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Witches's Brew

Witches' Brew (with RUIZZOIDMAN)

This is a love song to my family. This is the second track off of my new album due out Summer Solstice June 20th, 2021. 

Garden's full of love Water Can but the dirt won't grow
Never had the patience forever and relations to show
Frozen cracked ground like the marble slab kept in tow
Never had a seeder sever but the green won't grow
But the sky's so high
Towers over you
Byzantine so Byzantine so blue
Never had a reason, never had a reason to grow
Maybe you're the reason, the reason my garden grows
Maybe you're the reason, the reason my garden grows
Never had a reason, never had a reason to grow
Maybe you're the reason, the reason my garden grows
Maybe you're the reason, the reason my garden grows
Never had a reason, never had a reason to grow
Counting all the reasons seasons come and go
Creating all the reasons dreaming of the undertow
Growing up strong with a richness of its own
Maybe you're the reason, the reason my garden grows
Maybe you're the reason, the reason my garden grows
Maybe you're the reason, the reason my garden grows
Maybe you're the reason, the reason my garden grows
Maybe you're the reason, the reason my garden grows

The Garden Song

Just had reconstructive knee surgery and have had some time rehabilitating to practice my piano and vocal work. Thanks for listening.

Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It's beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence won't you come out to play
Dear Prudence open up your eyes
Dear Prudence see the sunny skies
The wind is low the birds will sing
That you are part of everything
Dear Prudence won't you open up your eyes?
Look around round
Look around round round
Look around
Dear Prudence let me see you smile
Dear Prudence like a little child
The clouds will be a daisy chain
So let me see you smile again
Dear Prudence won't you let me see you smile?
Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It's beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence won't you come out to play

Dear Prudence (Beatles Cover)

I've always been deeply moved by this song. I saw Neil Young play this on piano in Eugene Oregon 1999. 

Aurora borealis
The icy sky at night
Paddles cut the water
In a long and hurried flight
From the white man
to the fields of green
And the homeland
we've never seen.

They killed us in our tepee
And they cut our women down
They might have left some babies
Cryin' on the ground
But the firesticks
and the wagons come
And the night falls
on the setting sun.

They massacred the buffalo
Kitty corner from the bank
The taxis run across my feet
And my eyes have turned to blanks
In my little box
at the top of the stairs
With my Indian rug
and a pipe to share.

I wish a was a trapper
I would give thousand pelts
To sleep with Pocahontas
And find out how she felt
In the mornin'
on the fields of green
In the homeland
we've never seen.

And maybe Marlon Brando
Will be there by the fire
We'll sit and talk of Hollywood
And the good things there for hire
And the Astrodome
and the first tepee
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
Pocahontas.

Pocahontas (Neil Young Cover)

Charlie Watts was one classy drummer. 

Hey let him follow you down
Way underground wind and he's bound
Bound to follow you down
Just a dead beat right off the street
Bound to follow you down
Well the ballrooms and smelly bordellos
And dressing rooms filled with parasites
On stage the band has got problems
They're a bag of nerves on first nights
He ain't tied down to no home town
Yeah, and he thought he was wreckless
You think he's bad, he thinks you're mad
Yeah, and the guitar player gets restless
And his coat is torn and frayed
It's seen much better days
Just as long as the guitar plays
Let it steal your heart away
Let it steal your heart away
And his coat is torn and frayed
It's seen much better days
Just as long as the guitar plays
Let it steal your heart away
Joe's got a cough, sounds kind a rough
Yeah, and the codeine to fix it
Doctor prescribes, drug store supplies
Who's gonna help him to kick it
And his coat is torn and frayed
It's seen much better days
Just as long as the guitar plays
Let it steal your heart away
Let it steal your heart away
And his coat is torn and frayed
It's seen much better days
Just as long as the guitar plays
Just as long as the guitar plays
Just as long as the guitar plays
Just as long as the guitar plays

Torn and Frayed (Rolling Stones Cover)

This is the title track off of my newest album of work. You can click this link and it will take you to a landing page for the album 
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Also here is a video to the track:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMlBUw2h53k
Hope everyone has a kick ass New Year full of hope joy and peace.

Why are you leaving so soon
Haven’t you had a good time too?
So why did-you -refuse?

Heading down- the wrong way trail
Given up the smokes to the garbage pail
That hammered- in the last nail

Breathing out like we do
You’d think we’d care- more about you
admiring the way you grew

Everybody calls when they’re having trouble
Venus flytrap/stuck in molasses
Cautious walking
Cautious walking

Peeking around the corner in fear
Morning dew like a mourning tear
Cautious walking
Cautious Walking

Never been down to the sacred ground
Gearing up now for the weight in pounds
Of souls and cheers
Of souls and cheers
Holding  hands with you 
My lovely dear
My lovely dear

We were   bothering the rain gods
Born alive in sprouting pods
Posing in a wedding gown
Remembering our small town
Basil was up and growing
Toddlers were nurturing
And taking in and learning
 Like a vacuous sponge
Like a waterspout of love

Of souls and cheers
Of souls and cheers
Holding hands with you 
My lovely dear
My lovely dear

Anything more than what you can give?
Could have been more but you just can't share
Could have been more but you just can't feel but sad.

12/24/21

Cautious Walking

Lyrics:
Floating down, through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now
But in the space between the heavens
And the corner of some foreign field
I had a dream
I had a dream
Goodbye Max, goodbye Ma
After the service, when you're walking slowly to the car
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell and touch the silk in your lapel
And as the teardrops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You take her frail hand
And hold on to the dream
A place to stay, enough to eat
Somewhere, old heroes shuffle safely down the street
Where you can speak out loud about your doubts and fears
And what's more, no one ever disappears
You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door
You can relax on both sides of the tracks
And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
And everyone has recourse to the law
And no one kills the children anymore
No one kills the children anymore
Night after night, going 'round and 'round my brain
His dream is driving me insane
In the corner of some foreign field
The gunner sleeps tonight
What's done is done
We cannot just write off his final scene
Take heed of the dream
Take heed

The Gunner's Dream (Pink Floyd Cover)

Excited to go see Dead and Co. play this weekend. This song has some of the most beautiful lyrics. It's about the American Beatnik (Merry Prankster) Neil Cassidy. He served as the model for the character Dean Moriarty in Jack Kerouac's  1957 version of "On the Road" 
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Lyrics:
I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream
I can tell by the mark he left, you were in his dream
Ah child of countless trees
Ah child of boundless seas
What you are, and what you're meant to be
Speaks his name, though you were born to me
Born to me
Cassidy
Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac
I can tell by the way you smile, he is rolling back
Come wash the nighttime clean
Come grow the scorched ground green
Blow the horn, and tap the tambourine
Close the gap of the dark years in between
You and me
Cassidy
Quick beats in an icy heart
Catch colt draws a coffin cart
There he goes and now here she starts
Hear her cry
Flight of the seabirds
Scattered like lost words
Wield to the storm and fly
Fare thee well now
Let your life proceed by it's own design
Nothing to tell now
Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine
Fare thee well now
Let your life proceed by it's own design
Nothing to tell now
Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine
Fare thee well now
Let your life proceed by it's own design
Nothing to tell now
Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine
I'm done with mine
Flight of the seabirds
Scattered like lost words
Wield to the storm and fly
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Robert Weir / John Barlow

1981

Cassidy (Barlow and Weir)

This song is the opening track from my new album with the Littoral Drift.  Josh Peters https://soundcloud.com/jdylanp was gracious enough to sit in and play on these tracks. His drumming is unique, stylish, and passionate. He brings a lot of flavor to every song on this new album. During recording, I gave him little direction and told him I wanted him to feel total freedom to explore the tune and the vibe. It inspires his playing. We mixed the album together and decided to call the new band The Littoral Drift. The Littoral drift, or longshore sediment transport, is the term used for the longshore transport of sediments (mainly sand), along the upper shoreface due to the action of breaking and longshore currents. 

Check out the video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9T1rLpQw-tQ

Lyrics:
Born with a nanny and a silver spoon
No complaints no complaints
Broken down wifi can’t get no display
Plain and mundane just plain and mundane

Rolling the dice and feeling the spice
Credited for your glee 
Byzantine pleasure couches of leather
Sprinkled Freud into their sleep
Blameless faceless can’t tell the difference
They all look the same to me
Kaleidoscope of colors forming on the mother
Dark heart formed repressively
Down in the dumps could have been a contender
Blame the mob and learn the lesson
 jingles and  jangles of  holiday pretenders
Blindness to the seedy oppression
It doesn’t affect me so I don’t care

So many out there just fighting for their share. 

Just like animals we rip and we tear
Floating and bobbing hoping it ends
Nothing gets wasted in the nature of things
Recycled promises hang from the wing

Too many trampled just trying to see
Sitting pretty from the perch in their tree
Pulling for the ringer   tribal thought lingers
 avarice raises its middle finger.

Blameless faceless can’t tell the difference
They all look the same to me
Kaleidoscope of colors forming on the mother
Dark heart formed repressively
Down in the dumps could have been a contender
Blame the mob and learn the lesson
 jingles and  jangles of  holiday pretenders
Blindness to the seedy oppression
It doesn’t affect me so I don’t care
So many out there just fighting for their share.

The Littoral Drift

The Nature of Things

Produced by Jimmy Nik https://soundcloud.com/james-l-more
Josh Dylan Peters on Drums  https://soundcloud.com/jdylanp 
Jimmy Nik on bass, lead guitar, vocals 
Darren Sullivan on rhythm guitar, lead vocals and songwriter.

This is the 10th track off the new Littoral Drift Album streaming now. Go check it out when you have a chance.

Check out the video:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ET0FDjSks2M
Lyrics:

Hey little lamb won’t you come to stay
Watch out for the rugged men today
They’ve come to try and change your way
Won’t you see the light before too late
Stay on the honest path please don’t you stray
Honest I raised you I say

Love your smile
All the while
Wherever  
You are found
Remember me freely when you need me even when I’m underground

I love you more than money could corrupt
Don’t worry I’m safe on the sand
I took what we had tired and bankrupt
Straight and narrow to the promised land
The sun’s setting now and I must go attend
To the little lambs the best I can

Underground

I wrote this song during the pandemic during lock down. I'm glad I do not feel this way anymore; however, you'll never know the good times if you don't have some bad. I really appreciated what Jessica Lloyd recently wrote about this song. You can check her review out with the attached link. Thanks for listening. 

"I loved the beat on “Dream #50” I’m not entirely sure if it was manipulated guitar or synths but everything here has a symbiotic relationship. It sounded like one moving organism. The vocals are again quite catchy and haunting."

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Dream #50

Dream # 50

This song is about my grandfather's recitation of a traditional joke when he would pass a cemetery, he would say, "People are dying to get in there," and how this joke has transcended three generations of my family, with my own kids now reciting the joke. They have added, "....and the wait is killing them." Either way, the song is about how we live on after we die through the loved ones we leave behind. 
The lyrics on the recording are different than these lyrics posted. After I recorded this song, I returned to these lyrics and made changes so I could recite it as poetry. I added more imagery. I so appreciate the musicians and artists who support my work and only hope we can all continue to stay inspired and grow through our art. 



No Discord
Darren Sullivan: Guitar, Bass, Vocals, Tamborine
Josh Dylan Peters: Drums 

Lyrics:
They were thrown to the thieves
Into the sleeves with stolen cheese
Breaking into the floor lookin for more
With a gun at the door

And the kids read all day and read all night for the knowledge to grow
Asking the questions like a sinister punch in the nose.
Slaying jokes while driving past cemeteries –“Hey, Dad, people are dying to get in there!”
Looking for sleds -winter was coming - better a blanket on bed

Living on the lake in the breeze
Got the balance that you need
Challenged by that week on the ledge
You made a pledge from behind the shed.

I was one of those guys that never complained 
When the couch got stained
But I felt the blame
So I learned to get tame 
On a verdurous plane

But the kids read all day and read all night for the knowledge to grow
They ask questions like a sinister punch in the nose.
Slaying jokes while driving past cemeteries, “Hey, Dad, people are dying to get in there!”
Looking for sleds winter was coming better a blanket on bed

When we arrived we were met with their swords
We made peace through our music with no discord

We said that we don’t care
We don’t care when the snare hits the bear

Oh my god you threw it out!
Poison left to share
 Oh my god you gave up stout?
Better stop your stare
Best alive with blooded ties
Given up the cynical cares

And the kids read all day and read all night for the knowledge to grow
Asking the questions like a sinister punch in the nose.
Slaying jokes while driving past overgrown, familiar cemeteries “Hey Dad, people are dying to get in there!”
Looking for sleds -winter was coming- better a blanket on bed

Verdure

No Discord

Use to listen to this album quite a a lot, and still do. I like learning how to play songs and arranging them acoustically sometimes. I believe the raw, bare bones is all a really good song needs. I love the passion in these lyrics and melodies.   

Lyrics
In Candy's room, there are pictures of her heroes on the wall
But to get to Candy's room, you gotta walk the darkness of Candy's hall
Strangers from the city call my baby's number and they bring her toys
When I come knocking, she smiles pretty, she knows I wanna be Candy's boy
There's a sadness hidden in that pretty face
A sadness all her own from which no man can keep Candy safe
We kiss, my heart rushes through my brain
And the blood rushes in my veins
The fire rushes towards the sky
And we go driving, driving deep into the night
I go driving deep into the light in Candy's eyes
She says, "Baby if you wanna be wild
You got a lot to learn, close your eyes
Let them melt, let them fire, let them burn"
'Cause in the darkness, there'll be hidden worlds that shine
When I hold Candy close, she makes those hidden worlds mine
She has fancy clothes and diamond rings
She has men who give her anything she wants
But they don't see
That what she wants is me
Oh, and I want her so
I'll never let her go, no-no-no
She knows that I'd give
All that I've got to give
All that I want, all that I live
To make Candy mine
Tonight

Candy's Room

Candy's Room (Bruce Springsteen Cover)

Mother told me, yes she told me
I'd meet girls like you
She also told me stay away
You'll never know what you'll catch
Just the other day I heard
Of a soldier's falling off
Some Indonesian junk
That's going 'round
Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright
They just seem a little weird
Surrender, surrender
But don't give yourself away
Father says your mother's right
She's really up on things
Before we married Mommy served
In the WACs in the Philippines
Now I had heard the WACs recruited
Old maids for the war
But Mommy isn't one of those
I've known her all these years
Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright
They just seem a little weird
Surrender, surrender
But don't give yourself away
Whatever happened to all this season's
Losers of the year
Every time I got to thinking
Where'd they disappear
Then I woke up, Mom and Dad
Are rolling on the couch
Rolling numbers, rock and rolling
Got my Kiss records out
Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright
They just seem a little weird
Surrender, surrender
But don't give yourself away
Away
Surrender, surrender (Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright)
But don't give yourself away
Surrender, surrender (Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright)
But don't give yourself away
Surrender, surrender (Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright)
But don't give yourself away
Surrender, surrender (Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright)
But don't give yourself away
Surrender, surrender (Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright)
But don't give yourself away
Surrender, surrender (Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright)
But don't give yourself away

Surrender By Cheap Trick

*This song release 1969

Virgil Kane is the name
And I served on the Danville train
'Till Stoneman's cavalry came
And tore up the tracks again
In the winter of '65
We were hungry, just barely alive
By May the 10th, Richmond had fell
It's a time I remember, oh so well
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la"
Back with my wife in Tennessee
When one day she called to me
"Virgil, quick, come see,
There goes Robert E. Lee!"
Now, I don't mind chopping wood
And I don't care if the money's no good
You take what you need
And you leave the rest
But they should never
Have taken the very best
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la"
Like my father before me
I will work the land
And like my brother above me
Who took a rebel stand
He was just 18, proud and brave
But a Yankee laid him in his grave
I swear by the mud below my feet
You can't raise a Kane back up
When he's in defeat
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la"
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la"

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down By The Band

How long have I 
been out for…..
Down the creekside manor
Stared at its door
Moss overgrown
bats and peepers soar…
I woke up in the back yard
All I saw was the joker card
Missed the dance and the super bowls
Cruelty kindness or the growing toll
The wait got weighted down
Barely heard the sound
shoveled on the mound
The wait weighted down
The wait got weighted down
How long have I 
been out for…..
Down the Creekside manor
Stared at its door
Moss overgrown
bats and peepers soar…

The Wait Got Weighted Down

Raindrops falling in my cup
Coffee morning just woke up
Reasons mattered before time stopped
No one travelled and no one shopped
No you never got in line
Never stopped on a dime
You always wanted just to sing
Circled around and tied the ring. 

It always will grow
Is there a way I don’t know?
The garden’s got seed
A wind full of breeze…

Won’t see the light of day
Could barely repeat refrain
Counting all the money you spend
On nothing more than a big fat hen

Desensitized by karma dreams 
A prickly place to hide the seams
Reaching out to another brain
Trading riffs that last through days…

It always will grow
Is there a way I don’t know?
The garden’s got seed
A wind full of breeze…

A Prayer for the Dying

I’m waitin on a new style I’m waitin on a new day
Walkin a long the mile checkin out the play

I’m never goin out at night
Only out in the day
Never gonna ride assumption
That I’m gonna be ok
So I’d rather just have you know
It’s another shut in day
The flowers never grow
When you focus on decay
You never amount to much
When a shadow scares your touch
So smile at the crossroads
You talk shit way too much 

Everyone is a little bit frightened
Everyone is scared
Maybe you could help them out
But a shut in you don’t care.

Make your friends dine about
Try to dance and scream and shout 

I was waitin on that cow bell
I was waitin on the rain
Someone said they remembered me
And boy was I a pain
Before the lavish luxuries
And pleasantries defined
I got pistol whipped by 
Robbers
Just beggin for the time

Mother ran the tightest ship
Blessings in her way
I always had the politest things
Ready off to say

She never let him out at day
Never out at night
Lovecraft’s sick in bed again
Better turn off the bedroom light
Lovecraft’s sick in bed again
Better turn off the bedroom light
Lovecraft’s sick in bed again
Better turn off the bedroom light

We saw him in the window
We told him to come down
Waving at his friends
His mother always frowned
His mother always said
Lovecraft’s sick again
His mother always said
Lovecraft’s sick again
His mother always said
Lovecraft’s sick again

Lovecraft's Sick Again (Acoustic Version)

This song reminds me of the haunted house at Disneyland where the candelabras float up and down the hallways. Here is a video made for the song. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WUJgj6MZGy4


We can’t help but run away
When cornered against our will
Flagrant fouls of innocence
Always try to ride the fence
Waiting out the calls
While you are left in haunted halls

 They battered us down
They winched us away

Hold you down for 
Counted out forever more 

 You can count on me for
that will be the time when we will 
show the world what we’ve found  
 that will be the time when we will 
show the world what we’ve found

Haunted Halls

The song is about perseverance through repetitive tasks by escaping deep into the mind's imagination. Back to the grind, I guess. Here is a video accompaniment with some old school animation. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8TJg8QihRsM

Lyrics
When you were searchin like an Urchin you were movin
On the sea floor
 With the tides you collide while dodging all the mine
Fields close to shore
Missing all the green hoping genes give the means from the fiends
For many more
Times like these you hope for the shoulder 
Of many of us
Pushin up the boulder for days and in ways but it sways
As it must     
But crashing back down to the ground
Like  Sisyphus

Never had the change on the range by the quarter that was drawn
 in early dawn

And you sit curled in your room with  clouded doom
Metamorphosis

Grinding the Stone

Produced by James Nicholson https://soundcloud.com/james-l-more

Holes In The Wall (produced by Jimmy Nik https://soundcloud.com/james-l-more)

The Kids Are Alright  By The Who

Written by Jimmy Nik (https://soundcloud.com/james-l-more) and Darren Sullivan

Born in hell to hang
As the toll bells rang
But I can't live without you
That's all I had to say when you went on your way
Sober on an Autumn day
Worrying about what might come may
You better hurry up don't you wait
The longer you make me wait the longer you're tempting fate
But I can't live without you
The longer you make me wait the longer you're tempting fate
But I can't live without you. 

Born in hell to hang
As the toll bells rang
But I can't live without you
Driving in my car we'd never get too far
Making you laugh I was master at the class
The longer you make me wait the longer you're tempting fate
But I can't live without you

That's all I had to say when you went on your way
Sober on an autumn day
Worrying about what might come may
You better hurry up don't you wait. 
The longer you make me wait the longer you're tempting fate
But I can't live without you
No I can't

Can't Live Without You (written and produced with Jimmy Nik https://soundcloud.com/james-l-more)

Ode To Delores O' Riordan

Song By David Bowie

I was walking through the counters of a national concern
And a cash machine was spitting by my shoulder

And I saw the multitude of faces, honest, rich and clean
As the merchandise exchanged and money roared
And a woman hot with worry slyly slipped a tin of stewing steak
Into the paper bag at her side
And her face was white with fear in case her actions were observed
So she closed her eyes to keep her conscience blind

Crying
God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
God may look the other way today

God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
God may look the other way today

Then she moved toward the exit clutching tightly at her paper bag
Perspiration trickled down her forehead
And her heart it leapt inside her as the hand laid on her shoulder
She was led away bewildered and amazed
And a crowd of honest people rushed to help a tired old lady
Who had fainted to the whirling 
wooden floor

Crying
"God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
Surely God won't look
the other way

God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
Surely God won't look
the other way"

God Knows I'm Good (David Bowie)

Video to song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uAP9g4-ZYRE

Tempest in my way
Trotted up to say
May you go with the greats 
and hold out for decay. 

Got put through the rout
And spoke like I had gout

Fridged on the earth 
Hold onto the earth
Standing on earth 
Tempered in my way
Tempered and watered
Tempered and watered
Tempered and watered
Tempered and watered

She looked at me sideways
She had to study Monet
Pressured by her parents
Desperate to horde the carrots

Stomping up and stomping down
 Holding breath until she’s blue
Spoiled brat with a simese cat
Gonna tell on you

Tempered and watered
Tempered and watered
Tempered and watered
Tempered and watered

If you want to
If you want to
Tempered and watered


Every night we're holding court
Holding court
Holding court
Holding court  
Tempered and watered

Tempered and Watered (Calmed and Nurtured)

Video to song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lpMupuy-MY4&feature=youtu.be


"Down in the Willow Garden", also known as "Rose Connelly" is a traditional Appalachian murder ballad about a man facing the gallows for the murder of his lover: he gave her poisoned wine, stabbed her, and threw her in a river. It originated in the 19th century, probably in Ireland, before becoming established in the United States. The lyrics greatly vary among earlier versions, but professional recordings have stabilized the song in a cut-down form. First professionally recorded in 1927, it was made popular by Charlie Monroe's 1947 version, and it has been recorded dozens of times since then.

Down in the willow garden where me and my love did meet
There we sat a-courting my love fell off to sleep
I had a bottle of burgundy wine which my true love did not know
And there I poisoned that dear little girl down by the banks below
I drew my saber through her which was a bloody knife
I threw her in the river which was an awful sight
My father often told me that money would set me free
If I would murder that dear little miss whose name was Rose Connelly
Now he sits by his old cabin door a wiping his tear-brimmed eyes
Mourning for his only son out on the scaffold high
My race is run beneath the sun the devil is waiting for me
For I did murder that dear little girl whose name was Rose Connelly

Down in the Willow Garden (Traditional)

This is a song I wrote while being inspired by working with Janine https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson . I was trying to write songs with her vocals in mind, but she always created such nuanced harmonies that often went well beyond my expectations. This is a song I wrote about being stuck at home, and that I shouldn't forget or take for granted its meaning and value. I love writing songs about defining "home", because the perception of it seems to always be in flux. My perception of home was quite different growing up than it is now. Lastly, a home is place everyone deserves. If you have the inclination, I would love to hear what are some of your favorite songs about the meaning of home if you comment of this song. Again, please admire Janine's fine work on this tune.

Lyrics:
Waiting on a train
Won’t go anywhere until I’m home

Mother was alive
Wouldn’t go anywhere until I was home

Brother won’t you sleep 
Sleep so soundly 
When you’re home

Father always said
The bed’s always better when you sleep at home

I know the Way
I know the Way
 To get back home

In the rain
And Through the snow
When in pain
And you can’t seem to grow

Down that road
A whisper in the wind
You’re not as bad
Or a failure where you been
Love is all we got
But sometimes it’s all it takes
Even when you have the shakes. 

In the rain
And Through the snow
When in pain
And you can’t seem to grow

I know the Way
I know the Way
To get back home

Waiting on a train
Won’t go anywhere until I’m home

Mother was alive
Wouldn’t go anywhere until I was home

Brother won’t you sleep 
Sleep so soundly 
When you’re home

Father always said
The bed’s always better when you sleep at home

In the rain
And Through the snow
When in pain
And you can’t seem to grow
In the rain

I know the Way
I know the Way
To get back home

Last Train Home (with Janine Levinson)

Always loved this tune so much. I struggle with reaching some of the keys that Wilson and Pierce hit, but I am having a lot of fun. My cousin used to blast this song when I was a kid. 

HELP! The devil's in my car.
HELP! The devil's in my car.
HELP! The devil's in my car.
Ho, devil's in my car, whoa please
PLEASE! Leave me alone!

We're really tearin' tar.
We're goin' 90 miles an hour.
Ho! He's drivin' me crazy.
He's drivin' me to Hell now.

He's pointing his pitchfork at me.
He's in the front seat of my car!
He's taking over!
Oo, he ripped my upholstry.
He's at the wheel,
HELP! The devil's in my car.
HELP! He's drivin' too far.

(scream!) Ooooooh!

Whoooa!

I can't lock the door,
I can't put on my safety belt.
There's nothing for me to do but yell HELP!
Devil's in my car!
I'm goin' to Hell in my old Chevrolet,
I don't know which way.
Oh, HELP! Devil's in my car!
Yeah, yeah. He's gone too far.
I won't see ya tomorrow.
I won't see ya anymore.
He's got his cloven hoof on the clutch.
Oh! Ow! I'm sitting on his tail.

Oh-Ohh, I don't wanna go to Hell.
(I don't wanna go to the devil.)
He's in my car, in my car, in my car.

Ohhhh-waaaaahhh!

The radio gives me static,
there's nothing on my CB.
Oh, HELP! the devil's in my car.
Oh, he's in my car. He's in my car.
The devil's in my car.
We're turning off the road.
Oh! Where ya taking me devil?
Oh! He's grinning door to door.
He's got his cloven hoof on the clutch.
HELP ME!
Oh, I don't wanna go to Hell.
(I don't wanna go to the devil.)
He's in my car.

Freeway to Hell.
We're burning up the road.
Freeway to Hell. (Right through the tollbooth)
We're burning up the road.
Freeway to Hell. (Right through the guardrail)
We're burning up the road.
Freeway to Hell. (Across the median)
We're burning up the road.
Freeway to Hell. (Would you slow down?)
We're burning up the road.

I've got the devil juice in my CARburater!
I've got the devil in my cigarette lighter.
I don't need no battery (I got the devil in my car).
In my car. In my car-oh!
In my car
In my car
In my car
In my car
In my car

Devil in My Car (B-52s)

The title of this song makes reference to the first woman ever executed for witchcraft in Sweden late 1500s.

video to song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=__yRXLYsZyI

Lyrics
You never knew it
You never saw it
You never conjured spells

They were entranced in
All the voices
That carried on your love

But tempted by the
 fear and worship
You cast a wide eyed stare
Over the minions
And their wanting
But gave away your share

Lasses Birgitta


Everybody’s waiting waiting waiting
Trying to shake the flakes
 Everybody’s fighting lying loving
Trying to trap the snakes
Holding up your head today
Helping out the other side
Maybe you got taken taken taken
taken for a ride
Maybe you got taken taken taken
taken for a ride 
Maybe you got taken taken taken
taken for a ride


And the con men
 looks for a rube
 and names him aa a    friend
And the friend
 looks for an enemy
 To help them find a fool. 
And the fool begs
 for forgiveness
From being treated so cruel
For forgiveness for forgiveness 
It is the golden rule
For forgiveness for forgiveness 
It is the golden rule
For forgiveness for forgiveness 
It is the golden rule
  
Lasses Birgitta

Lasses Birgitta

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