A lot of young people is willing to take a one way ticket to Mars, will you?

Backpacking To Mars

I Never Saw It

-La noche ha caído. Mi cuerpo entumecido yace abandonado a su suerte bajo la niebla del frio invierno. Mi Angel de la guarda ha venido a recogerme y llevarme a mi lecho donde descansare para siempre.-
Bajo estas premisas he intentado construir un sonido evocador que me traslada a esa fría noche.

Hadas En La Noche

A tensely dramatic, big, complex song of unease, love and compassion for all.

Gibson The Paul guitar at the foundation of the song.

Russia

FOLLOW US!

Up Down and Around Cloud Mountain

thank you to my buddy Brian for shredding this up with me more of Brian's music @https://soundcloud.com/brian-butts-565934842

Spontaneous Combustion - Butts 💀 COMBSTEAD

Mud Slide - Combstead / Robert Grigg

Went away for a few days and stayed at a house in middle of nowhere, there was nothing around but cows, on the side in the house was a little information sheet about the place, the lyrics are loosely based on that.

LYRICS

John Wild was staring at his pile of stones. He piled them together till he had a home.
In the fields full of gagel, where bog myrtle grows.
He'd raise up a family where no one could know. 

And, the cows do not care how you feel.
The cows stand and stare in the fields.
Oooooooo. 

There are herbs on the hillside and fish in the stream, 
There's game to be poaching to make good the lean. 
All the animals crowd as the north-easter blows.
The short days of winter approach from below. 

And the cows stand and stare through your face. 
The cows that belong to this place.
The cows do not care how you feel.
The cows will not move from these fields.
Ooooooo-ah. 

And the hills do not know,
of the valley(s) below. (x2) 

ahhhhhh (x4) 

The cows do not give much away.
The cows in the wind do not sway.
The cows are not ever forlorn.
The cows stay right where they are born.
Oooooooo. 

Oh, to be free,
in the wild valley.
Now, look at me.
With my land, far from sea. 

Oh, look at me.
No stopping me now.
Oh, look at me.
With my field; full of cows. 

And, the hills do not know,
of the valley below. 

John Wild was staring at his pile of stones. He piled them together till he had a home.
In the fields full of gagel, where bog myrtle grows.
He'd raise up his family where no one could know. 

And the cows do not care how you feel.
The cows stand and stare in the fields.
The cows do not show on their face.
What they think of this place.
Ooooooooo.

Cows (Wild Ones)

Based upon the traditional Celtic tune “When The Pipers Play”, lyrics by Eric Dentinger (2020), inspired by Bruce Springsteen and Rabbie Burns…
Fear cannot be an answer…

Another day for you and me
Another gloom far from the sea
The days are gone, I just can see
Can we go back to the days of free?

The land of freedom, the land of hope
Did fade away, ran off the road
The main street dogs still howl in vain
We miss so much the promised land

I’ll pack my bag, despise the fears
Will hit the road and close my ears
The freemen stand, the freemen fall
Just let me do, respect my call

Can we go back to those days of free?
Just let me do

And let me be

The Days Of Free

I think you'll like this one also.
A demo track.

Gonden - Lost Foretold

You're a married woman.
You know you shouldn't.

I've got kids at home.
You've got some of your own. 

You're a married woman.
You know you shouldn't.

Have mercy on me.
Please let me leave.

Married Mercy

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I Never Saw It

Deep In Blue