Wonderful Superb!! Loved instruments use, Well Done.

Super catchy. The tone, timbre, and accent of the voice is super appropriate for your style.

Fantastic job my friend, this evokes mystical memories of the past  : )

Such a wonderful, evocative piece, and great story!

Robertson’s Reel/Colgrave Sound/Hurlock’s Reel

Reacclimate

Take, Take, Take

O Great Mother

There is no love of life without despair of life -- Albert Camus

inside my head a strange conviction
I am separated from everything I used to know
is there a name to put to this condition that leaves me so hollow

waiting for a break in the weather
waiting for a sea change in the back of your mind
stranger things have happened 
but you're wasting precious time

or was I just meant to be a broken thing
was it fiction to believe it would be otherwise
in the final reckoning

you woke last night to the sound of her voice
calling your name once again
she said you still have a choice 
but your chances are getting slim

inside you're bleeding
because you know it's never going to be the same again
and I know that every memory  
is like jagged glass in your hand

were you just meant to be a broken thing
was it fiction to believe it would be otherwise
in the final reckoning

you feel the weight of a thousand miles
every step that remains should be easy now

but the road goes on

there's a rain that flows away
every doubt and darkness of mind
and it comes to remind you
that every child will find the light

let us never take for granted
all the blessings of the rising day
brother if you and I are the last ones standing
we'll raise a glass to the ones we knew on the way

Broken Things

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Done on my 1945 Martin 0-18.  
For my wife, who loves angels.

I'll Fly Away

The Green Hills Of Earth

A tune I wrote for a dear friend, Julianne, who taught grade school band and now plays drums in a couple of bands.

Song For Julianne

First time recording with autoharp, gift from Marc. This tune is dedicated to him, we met in Israel long time ago, still friends.

Tune For Marc

From the album ”Rain.” 
Cover art by Gray Lee.

Lyrics:

Rain

Rain is right
Right as rain
Rain is right
Right as rain

Last night you went sleepwalking in the storm
I heard your muddy feet coming in the doorway
Open eyes but blind you were carrying water
And you woke me up with kisses and you went on your way
You left me here with nothing, nothing to say 
But thank you for giving me a midnight taste of

Rain is right
Right as rain
Rain is right
Right as rain

I feel like I've been sleeping through my days
You loom larger now that you've gone away
I can hear you whispering hurricanes
And you wake me up with kisses then you go on your way
You leave me here with nothing, nothing to say
But thank you for filling up the ice cube tray with

Rain is right
Right as rain
Rain is right
Right as rain

Rain

A tune written on a strumstick after watching a documentary on condors. 

Instruments:
McNally strumstick, Killarney whistle, shruti box, organ, tingsha bells

Condor

Pepys Island is a phantom Atlantic island, said to have existed around 47' south. Had it been real, it would have been strategically important & European powers wasted a lot of effort trying to find and claim it in the 17th & 18th centuries. The legendary island was probably a misidentification of the Falklands, which lie 260 miles to the south. This was the opinion of the polymath pirate and scientist, William Dampier, who’s vessel recorded a visit to the non existent island in 1683.
For more south seas influenced folk songs, see the album 'In a Long Country.' :)

Old Billy Dampier knew just where he was,
Now our bloody captian’s got us searching in the fog,
For faintest trace of a godforsaken rock,
We’re all on the lookout for a phantom isle. 

Anson and Byron, Cook and Joseph Banks,
Spent years in these waters and never got no thanks,
Now we poor sailors have to join their bloody ranks,
Searching and searching for a phantom isle. 

Forty seven south and the winds will blow,
The spray beat you back and whip the ocean into foam,
And all we want to know is whether we are going home,
Instead of searching and searching for the phantom isle.

Its pretty damned clear Pepys Island don’t exist,
neither hidden in Sargasso, nor’s it shrouded by a mist,
It’s obvious to anyone it’s just a bloody myth,
Another cursed mission to a phantom isle. 

Yes old Billy Dampier knew just where he was
Anchored off east Falkland, with his navigator lost,
Maybe he was led astray by the compass or the stars,
But they never set a foot on our phantom isle.

Phantom Isle

Multi-instrumental folk. All songs and tunes are originals, with many lyrics inspired by history and folklore. Played on mandola, charango, mandolin, maulincho, whistles, melodeon, accordion, balalaika, glockenspiel, venezuelan cuatro, nykelharpa and streichzither amongst others. Recorded on a Boss BR-1200 12 track.

Phantom Isle

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