An inescapable brokenness permeates the song, a dying in the midst of life, a tragic and quiet desperation.  Superb musicianship and production.

Right up my alley, love this emotional statement in song. Draws you into the situation, the finality. Durge

Lovely song , great vocal performance :)) 

Such a poignant work. Your voice is the perfect vehicle for this. 

Robin Nguyen-Alone, Yet Not Forsaken

Midnight at Red Rock

LIKE YESTERDAY Re-Mastered Aug 2020
Written, Performed & Produced by Andrew Borderick
Mastering by Soundcloud Aug 2020
Copyright AB Music 2018/2020 All rights reserved

ANOTHER DAY IS OVER
A SIMPLE DAY ALL OVER
SO DEEP IN THE NIGHT, I WISH TO STAY

I'M WAITING FOR A NEW DAY
LIKE YESTERDAY A NEW WAY
THE DAY WAS SO BRIGHT, WHEN I HEAR YOU SAY

I LOVE YOU LIKE YESTERDAY
I WAS FALLING EVERYDAY
I COULD STAY, LIKE YESTERDAY

SEVEN DAYS I LOVED YOU
AND SEVEN NIGHTS I WANT YOU
I DREAM IN THE NIGHT, WHEN I FIRST MET YOU
(break)
DAY BY DAY I'M FALLING
AND EVERYDAY KEEP WALKING
THE DAY WAS SO BRIGHT, WHEN I'D HEAR YOU SAY

I LOVE YOU LIKE YESTERDAY
I WAS FALLING EVERYDAY
I COULD STAY, LIKE YESTERDAY

LIKE YESTERDAY

a Domicile
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A Domicile,  au lieu de la place, où l’on se perd
Carrefour des villes,  un film de Vim,  mon écran sur place
Etoile à cinq branches,  je vis-au cœur
Les uns se croisent et parfois se toisent,  c’est toi , t’es toi !

On ne peut pas partir d’ici
Posté collé là,  A domicile
On ne veut pas quitter ce toit

Chacun sa case,  un damier grand,  je joue taquin
Tu vises ma place,  un souffle de vent,  serait-il temps ?
Plus beau  plus haut ou bien tu me mens
Faut-il y aller ou bien rester, cette fois, sept fois

On ne peut pas partir d’ici
Posté collé là,  A domicile
On ne veut pas quitter ce toit
Posté collé là,  A domicile
Je ne vais pas ciller cette fois


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Voix: aDom, Sarah, Naomie
Guitares, basse: aDom
Batterie: Ad
Piano: JimmyB
Mixage: Fabrice
Paroles/Musique: Dominique AVRIL

ADomicile

Alice’s song - Nowhere left to run…

With a sense of incredulity, she’s laying down to die,
with a startled look of disbelief – this really can’t be me,
There’s a cup of tea still sitting on the table by the bed,
there’s a piece of apple crumble in the fridge,
There’s’ a cat out in the garden sleeping underneath the clothesline
and you’re telling me it’s time that I was gone…

Been too long a-drowning , in endless cups of tea
Been too long a-fighting with your friends
It’s seemed so long but now you don’t know where the hell you’ve been
and there’s nowhere left to run to now

With a sense of incredulity she’s laying down to die,
She’s fighting the finality, the closing of the eyes,
there’s a letter on the fridge, that she really ought to send
and she hasn’t spoken yet to Mary Jane,
There’s an awful pile of clutter underneath the spare room bed
and you’re telling me, it’s time I was gone

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Written sung drawn played and made by Emma Caiman

Alice's Song - Nowhere left to run...

Having a bit of fun on my take on traditional blues.
Playing guitar, bass and harmonica. Hammond sound and drums played/created with midi keyboard through Studio One daw.

My friends they all say, I’ve got to pay my dues.
I’ll never be no guitar man , till I’ve played the blues
They say rock is fine and it can get you by
But you gotta dig deep inside for those words that make you cry
And then and only then, can you call your self a real blues man.
But these are Not Quite the Blues

Got me a pen and paper to write down what I’d say
Picked up my guitar and thought I’d play in the key of A
But I just drew a blank, and the words just wouldn’t come.
Maybe the mood just wasn’t right, so had me a shot of rum.
That was a big mistake,  now I can’t even play my guitar.
But these are Not Quite the Blues

I’m thinking maybe, I may of had it easy.
Nothing too troublesome, and nothing to drive me crazy
Life has been pretty good, really can’t complain.
So many have had it bad and can tell you all about the about pain.
Take a look around you and you’ll see you’ve had it pretty good.
But these are Not Quite the Blues

Got my rhythm down but I have no words to sing
Seems you got to pay the price, for the blues to be your thing
Lose your girl, lose you job and maybe even lose your mind.
Words will start to flow, when you’re down and out you’ll find
And then and only then, you start to sing the blues.
But these are Not Quite the Blues

Not Quite The Blues

Biscuit

Out Of The Sky

The Sky Above The Ocean

Story of Life

I was born on a Saturday.
I got my name from my Dad.
“Keep it between the lines” he used to say.
Not one memory of him is bad.

I was a boy who could never sit still.
Had no focus and had no plans.
I was a poser with no social skills.
Babe but I did the best that I can.

This is another story of life.

Grew 2 feet the year I turned fourteen.
Scrawny and face like the moon.
Too long, too lean trying hard to be seen.
I sure wasn't calling no tune.

Out there alone had to learn how to fight.
Survival became my whole day.
Bullies and darkness they turned out my light.
Any happiness faded away.

Desperate days filled with hate.
Walking too close to the edge.
God please help me before its too late.
Get me the Hell off this ledge.

Tragedy, hate and pain
I felt them cut like a knife
Tragedy, hate and pain

Ain't that the story of life?

Thank God I found her. Like magic was saved.
That tunnel had come to an end.
My full measure I reluctantly gave.
A cost almost too great to spend.

She brought me there to a place I could change
and no one should live as I did.
Love is a cure that we all can exchange
so that hate like a virus we'll rid.

Very soon that day will come.
I vow that I'll make a stand.
Start with one and we'll soon be some.
I see a future that's grand!

This was another story of life.

ChasinADream

Story of Life

Playing around with sound design. Searching for new sound to add to my library of sounds, and stumbled into making this track ;)....It's open for download and collab...add or use what you want and link back to this page. Enjoy fam!!!

A Wonder Of Things 86 BPM

Gene Jumper, Long Way From Home # 1, Keitonie on Bass & Drums, Gene On Dobro & Harmonica.

long way from home

Long Way From Home # 1, Gene Jumper,(Original) Keitonie  On Bass & Drums, Gene On Dobro & Harmonica

Hi there,

I'm Emma... :-)
I write songs, then I play, sing and record them in my small home studio.  

Thanks for checking out my cloud!  :-)



Alice's Song - Nowhere left to run...

Emma Caiman

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