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Alternate Studio Takes

Our Mother
https://on.soundcloud.com/pxr34dffqwXXXx8I4Z

Dry Bones
https://on.soundcloud.com/ToxdbfKDO44pyElRP2

The Working Girls Are Going Downtown Tonight
https://on.soundcloud.com/p5B7cT2BJ5XmQaGsIs

Ravens on Holiday

John Delk on SoundCloud
https://soundcloud.com/john_delk

This Ordinary Life
https://on.soundcloud.com/yh5DthG9ol2K4dLM8R

Well it’s not the way I dreamed it
But it’s what we became
We get up in the morning
Most days are the same

There’s two cups of coffee sitting there
It’s time to start the day
She drops the kids off at school
I pick’em up on my way

An' this life we’re living
An' this picture that you see
It’s everything but ordinary to me

But I am an ordinary man
Love my wife and family
And I’m just happy just to be
In this ordinary life

It's football on a Friday
They might win it all this year
The wife's been working hard
Hope that promotion is near

We need a vacation
I think the beaches would be good
We got a little money saved
But it's not like Hollywood

Lyrics: John Delk
edro: vocals, guitars, mandolin, production
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Hits I/He Never had lyrics: John Delk @john_delk
https://on.soundcloud.com/0Unkcb6VUNnzExmtQ2

Now Susie was gonna be in movies
And Bobby was gonna race cars
And I was gonna be a singer
The next big pop star

(Chorus)
And Susie she could have made it,
But Hollywood didn’t call
And Bobby he died trying,
Wrecked his car into the wall

And me, well I'm pushing 50
An one out of two ain't bad
I got a steady gig, at Lucy's place
Singing hits I never had.

And Susie, she’s still out there
Living in LA
She married some rich old man
Had a part in some big play

An Bobby, bless his soul
There’s no telling where he’d be
you know They painted his name and number
On the wall in turn three

(Bridge)
Everybody said we were crazy
An crazy dreams don’t come true
But that never stopped us from trying
An don’t ever let it stop you

JD from Tennessee

This Old Bar

Could’ve been anywhere...
On a Friday night.
Could’ve been somewhere...
Under brighter lights.

But it was here.
This old bar.
Just a jukebox hum,
And laughter,
At nothing.
Talking ‘til the words wore out.

Lean in
This old bar...
Don’t look like much.
Couple of stools.
Counters
Dust.
But in the back corner,
Where time doesn’t start...
It’s holding a piece of my quiet heart.

Could’ve been anywhere...
On a back road.
On a porch swing.
Could’ve been in a tailgate scene.
But it was here.
The neon...
Low.
Stories we told,
That no one else will know.

Lean closer
This old bar...
Don’t look like much.
Couple of stools.
A counter.
Dust.
But in the back corner...
Time still waits.
And darling it's a part of me
In this old bar.

Exhale
Yeah.
This old bar.
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Fix It. Don't Nix It

We’ve all become bulls
Tuned loose in an arena of fools
The Potomac Basin is overrun
The center of the vast arena
And the bulls charge out
Ready to have their fun

How did we become such spawn
Acing like schoolyard children
Or raucous trailhands full of Who Hit John
The Basin is full of them
And the old oak tree is wrapped
With a bright red ribbon

Chorus
Everybody wants to talk
And nobody wants to listen
They don’t care one lick
The nature of your position
Don’t let the cancel culture nix it
It’s time for us all to fix it

The Dark Con of Man
Spreads throughout the land
Carving a vast chasm
We are in the throes of spasm
We cannot wave it off
As every person has them

Bridge
Love is the answer
Love is the key
Render unto Caesar
That which is Caesar’s
And unto God
The things that are God’s
But don’t for a minute

Try to say it’s the same
Because the Almighty
Has no hand in this game
We have all taken the toxic potion
Trying to wash hands in Neptune’s Ocean

Chorus
Everybody wants to talk
And nobody wants to listen
They don’t care one lick
The nature of your position
Don’t let the cancel culture nix it
It’s time for us all to fix it

This Then That

"Blood pressure’s climbing — I hear your theory,
Beer’s not hydration, just makes you cheery.
Not saying give up the ribs and pie,
Just don’t wash ’em down with a Budweiser.
Jonas Salk had a shot that saved the day —
Dr. Kildare would still make you pay.
Whatcha wanna do?
Whatcha wanna do?

Herbal tea from a jade-green door,
Tastes like the rug in a health food store.
Acupuncture needles, like a dartboard —
You swear it helps, but you can’t afford more.
Nightingale might give it a pass,
Curie would warn it glows like glass.
Whatcha wanna do, Doc?
Whatcha wanna do?

A guy online cured the flu,
With garlic water and kangaroo stew.
Dr. Oz says rub onions on your feet —
Kevorkian’s ghost says, ‘Ain’t that sweet.’
Miracle cures, come by the dozen —
One for you… one for your cousin.
Whatcha wanna do, Lou?
Whatcha wanna do?

Hospitals, herbs, and snake-oil dreams,
All patching holes in the same old seams.
Doc says, ‘do no harm,’
Fauci caught grief for raising alarm.
You say the cure’s nowhere near —
I say we’re both guessing here.
Whatcha wanna do, Lou?
Whatcha wanna do?"
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Hey Dad, how you doing?
I'm fine, don't you worry about me.
I'm just trying to remember that story you told,
And wishing you were here dad
Wishing you were here.

I remember when we all clowned around
On that New Years Eve
When our eyes were young and the truth so profound
Was that the way we wanted it to be?

Life has a way of dividing us all
Yet we never know when to quit
Change tells us we are all moving on
Even though we know there's an end

But we moved on to another place
That tells our stories with grace
Had our broods and we made our hay
In the shadow of our great tree

So I remember the very first son
Of the very first son of the father
And how his eyes studied mine
Suckling his very first bottle

In the child, I saw myself
saw my father in those eyes
And remembered what my father said:
"You'll never tire,
looking in your son's eyes."
And so it was
I never tired
looking in my father's eyes.

Stripped Down - Radio Free Woodville

Tesa Marie: listen to her single, Moonlight, on Apple Music and other streaming services:
https://music.apple.com/us/album/moonlight-single/1844357279
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TesaMarieMusic

Mitch Mitchell Terrifying Experience 
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TheTerrifyingExperience/
SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/user-983692085?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Hear the Night Song
A night like this
With the moonlight
Bright and mysterious
You listen closely
To hear its music

The faintest sound
Of a train horn looms
Sounding thin and distant
Gives the impression of time
And all the dark space

I hear the song of the night
In a whispered refrain
Just a melody of quiet
In a voice like soft rain
Hear the night’s song
Tender and sweet
Hear the night’s song
In a moonlight retreat

A ship on the river
Evokes a low drone
A musical bassline
Silently pushing home
The river falls astern

The cricket’s arpeggios
Fill the last movement
And you fall in a trance
Two owls echo
Across the expanse

I hear the song of the night
In a whispered refrain
Just a melody of quiet
In a voice like soft rain
Hear the night’s song
Tender and sweet
Hear the night’s song
In a moonlight retreat
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My Touch
It's so hard to find expressions for my feelings
The words of love and hope are simply not enough
To make you realize the depths of my emotion
The only way to make you know is in my touch

When apart I make attempts to find an answer
How I will speak of my devotion dreams and such
But the moment that I see you words escape me
The only way is with to tell you is with my touch

Chorus
The words of love just can't describe
The full commitment deep inside
The way I feel I want to never part
But when I hold you close to me
My touch displays my ecstasy
It's all I need to let you know what's in my heart
It's all I need to let you know what's in my heart
It's all I need to let you know what's in my heart

Instrumental Break

Chorus
The words of love just can't describe
The full commitment deep inside
The way I feel I want to never part
But when I hold you close to me my touch displays my ecstasy
It's all I need to let you know what's in my heart

I think 'll always live with this dilemma
Of endless searching for the words that say so much
Till I find a way to talk about my feelings
I'll have to keep on telling you with just a touch

Chorus
The words of love just can't describe
The full commitment deep inside
The way I feel I want to never part
But when I hold you close to me I touch displays my ecstasy
It's all I need to let you know what's in my heart
It's all I need to let you know what's in my heart
My touch is all I need to let you know

Songs of the Night

Hi. I'm Ed. First off, thanks for listening. 

You might notice a link below to a blog site John Eagle and I started to add a new dimension to the stories we tell. 

Once I played in a band that had two Elvises (Elvi) and adopted the pseudonym edro as a cover.  

Mostly it is me playing guitar, keyboards, mandolin, and whatever else makes sense for a song. Most of the songs are original with a few live. The originals are written and performed by edro. I have been fortunate lately to be involved with some collaborations with some real fine folks.

The intro was written when I first joined SoundCloud. While I collaborate with many fine folks, John Eagle and I have written hundreds of songs together. We are working pretty hard writing good songs these days.