what an awesome song  wonderful voice and music

Very well written song with outstanding vocals and guitars!

Very nice Voice God gave ya and excellent lyrics ....

POCKETFUL OF LIES … words and music by DOUG ROOSSIEN
We all got a story … so I’ve been told
Met an old street poet sat outside a dive I used to know
He strummed his old guitar looked straight into my eyes
He started to cry , I asked him, why
I could see the regret, the pain, the words written on his face
The sad chords of the song of the life that he had played
I listened to his song as he told me this
the story that was his

I was born a young man Missed my childhood, so it seemed
Lived too many years behind the shadows I believed
Damn I wasted memories on a pocketful of dreams
That were lies

Had no Kings or Aces not one face card to my name
Walked around in circles no directions to the games
Every roll of dice…another snake eyes … who’s to blame
Guess that’s life … The house … The house wins again…
the only thing they left me, was a pocket, A pocketful of lies

Pocket full of lies didn’t see the devil’s sweet disguise
Thought that I was living, but I been… wastin’ all my time
Guess it took this lifetime, to appreciate the loss …gone…gone

He told me …Every word I whisper has taste of poet’s truth
Lived too far in life’s charade…for me to lie to you
Listen or you don’t ... decide this on your own
But for me
The house …always wins
Only thing they left me, was a pocket, A pocketful of lies

Pocket full of lies he didn’t see the devil’s sweet disguise
Thought He’d been living, he’s been… wastin’ all his time
GUESS IT TOOK HIS LIFETIME TO APPRECIATE THE LOSS…
GONE …GONE
Only thing they left him, was a pocket, A pocketful of lies

Was able to record this recently released song with my voice through a few friends including @tevecarborough who recorded and mixed my my voice over the existing track. which my friend Russell Laing separated for me

POCKETFUL OF LIES (A poets life version)

An ode to a 29 ys old, huge (at least six feet up to the shoulder…) Westphalian gelding i know and love quite (... :)...) well, named LKW (LastKraftWagen = Lorry)


09.11.2022: Lorry died today and now the ode also has become a requiem...
He's a legend to me, for he taught me to have no fear, RIP...


Ye’ Olde Lorry 

There they come
I already heard and smelled the engine
when they drove on the farm
They come with a bucket full of this Irish mash along
That they prepared at home, that they prepared with love
With carrots and some senior food 
That is always lifting my mood
I can feel how my teeth start to chew
With a deep relief…

I feel their unconditional love,
When she brushes my body so gently
And afterwards combs my long tail
Then she scrapes my hoove out
In former days the bridle was put on
Then i was saddled and we’d walk on a perfect riding trail
Then we  would just fly over the stubble fields
Passed shallow riverbeds in the glittering sun
I felt her taking deep breaths
Exhaling grief and sorrowness
Releasing all the locks and getting relaxed...

Now i’m already quite old
Since a couple of years we just do no rides together no more
I think it’s okay that way 
Strolling with my mates 
Over the meadows day by day
Malming grass and hay 
Sometimes we still go out for a walk through the countryside
Where the blades of grass are swinging in the wind nearby
Now and then I stop and gaze pensively at the sight 
Then she rubs her nose in my fur
And she is clapping me gently and both of us give a content sigh …

Ye' Olde Lorry

© Joe Liberty 2022. All rights reserved

TheTouch

The touch of your hand 
Excites me
The feel of your skin 
Ignites me
And as  I recall 
The rest of it all
I feel as if I’m about to fall
I can’t wait
I just can’t wait 
To see you again

Every moment we’re apart
Cast a shadow on my heart
And when you’re away
the skies turns dark and grey

The sound of your voice
Is like heaven  to my ears
The smell of your perfume 
Is like flowers in full bloom
And as I recall 
The rest of it all
I feel as if I’m about to fall
I can’t wait
I just can’t wait 
To see you again

Solo

There’s no distance I wouldn’t go
No hardship I wouldn’t know
Just to lay by your side
And leave the world behind

The touch of your hand
Excites me
The feel of your skin
Ignites me
And as I recall 
The rest of it all
I feel as if I’m about to fall
I can’t wait
I just can’t wait 
To see you again
I can’t wait
I just can’t wait
To hold you again

TheTouch

Been writing about methane holes in the arctic and fascists but who needs more of that stuff ? Here's some old heart song instead.

A Hard Woman. ( Steve Killingbeck )

You Could Miss Me W/ PdB Orchestra

Original By Steve Harley & The Cockney Rebels 1975

Make Me Smile

Written for songwriting contest, w/theme the Santa Fe River in n. Florida. Translations..."Timucuan": native people in n FL at time of Spanish Conquest.  "Cracker Cowboys": colloquial name for cattlemen who herded wild cattle north during the Civil War.  "O'leno town": ghost town on the Santa Fe, a swinging bridge built in the 1930's is still there.  

Roll On, River   c. 2023 by Mike Manetz

V. 1
The river was Timucuan,
Before the comin' of the white-man's gun.
'Neath the giant cypress trees,
They fished the river wild and free.
Spanish priests came one day,
Taught the natives how to pray,
Named the river Santa Fe,
River watched them fade away.

Chorus
Roll on, river,
On and on forever,
She'll be rollin' on when we're all passed and gone.
Through centuries of hopes and dreams,
Conquistadors, fools and thieves,
Roll on, river,
Roll on,
River, roll on...

V2
Cracker cowboys took control,
After driving out the Seminole.
Their cattle on the muddy banks,
Would feed the hungry rebel ranks.
Black man runnin' to be free, 
Down the Santa Fe on to the sea.
Midnight paddle down to where,
A Yankee gunboat's waitin' there.

Chorus

V 3  
Lovers at O'Leno town,
On a swingin' bridge they're lookin' down,
River rushes there below,
Like a thousand years ago.
Their kids will play computer games,
They'll forget the history and the names,
But the river holds the memories,
Of all she touches, all she sees...

Chorus




Their kids will play computer games,
They'll forget the history and the names,
Of all of those who came before,
Guess it doesn't matter anymore...

Centuries of hopes and dreams,
Conquistadors, fools and thieves,
All they left is all but washed away,
Their kids will play computer games,
And forget the history and the names,
of all of those who came before,
They don't care much for that anymore...

Roll On, River

After listening to this incredible guitar piece, I instantly connected to it. I'm grateful for Nenad agreeing to let me collaborate. We hope you like it!

Original guitar and composition by Neno J. @user-442202241:  

Writing and vocals Dylan White 

Lyrics

He thought he was invincible
She thought she was immune
Love it found them in the dark
It found them out too soon

Love was unavoidable
She said she didn't care
He hid his head beneath the sand
And it caught them unaware

When love unfolds
There's no control

A glance, a smile, a kiss, they found love, chased dreams, vowed to never let it die
A love so blind

A dream, a life of love, they held on, pulled through, always giving it a try
A state of mind

They fell on to hard times, they fell so so hard
They failed to see the signs, and they fell apert
Alone and on their knees
Their love had just deceased

Clinging to the love they knew
Fighting in despair
Love had taken everything
There was nothing left to share

Pain is unavoidable
The heart can feel old
Love takes a lifetime to be learnt
It's not a story quickly told

Quickly Told Story (Collab with Neno J)

Image created by me.
https://www.deviantart.com/leehon/art/Pulchritudinous-Catastrophe-895559735

Puppet's Sorrow

01 - Soundiron - Voices of Gaia - Francesca Phrases Bombastic 120 bpm
02 - SA - WE - A simple Start
03 - UVI - Falcon - Plurality - Clay Flute Trills Granular Split by Simon Stockhausen
04 - UVI - Falcon - Plurality - Transparent Pulsation & Glass Melancholy by Simon Stockhausen

Part 3 coming soon ... 😉

Beyond Dreams - Part 2

JAYWALKERBLACK -HALLOWEEN- FEAT SHOOTING STARS

YOUTUBE VIDEO......"FIELDS OF QUIET SOIL"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QyYHjxPPBgc 
YOUTUBE VIDEO(NEW) ... "POCKETFUL OF LIES "
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ay9vAZQgmN4

SOMEDAY THE WEIGHT OF THIS YEAR ON MY LIFE WILL BE AN ALBUM FULL OF PAIN,... BUT, RIGHT NOW IT SEEMS LIKE I'M CENTRALLY LOCATED IN HELL

1987 WENT TO Nashville for a “short week” Music row to make the big time … wow … nobody listens in lawsuit land in those days. 1988 WENT TO NASHVILLE for 3 days (surely, I would crack this puzzle and become famous …) so many on benches in front of churches. Frustrated, didn’t sing publicly again basically for 25 years. (after all, where would a singer/song writer, make a name for himself in Karaoke land).
2010 discovered open mics (new world begins). WRITING SINCE …a lot! Had someone to produce me in limited acoustic style for a couple years…I think a few were damn good “Fields of Quiet Soil”. Had a lot of offers to write lyrics and/or sing for a lot of other artists here. (but no recording capability …let alone a decent computer for my own. TODAY, THINGS CHANGE …I’m here to make an impact (got 4 new ones under my belt recently) …plus some old ones you will not be disappointed listening to. Welcome old music fans and artists., potential serious collabs.
I’m locked and loaded this time!
FB Doug Roossien

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