Lovely showtune vibe, what a fun song and great production

Don't (Let Go, Jump)

Trout Fishing in America
	By David Husted
	16 MAY 2020
	
	V1a
	 I can't hit that  top………can't take it any longer
	 0.1% ……….not taking new members
	They say you got to give your life to me
	They say they'll help you dig your grave
	Still shucking that corn for da man who don't mourn you
	
	V1b
	What you gonna do when the world won't play?
	What you gonna do when we break those chains?
	What you gonna do when we're face to face
	See our blood, sweat and tears,……. maybe a little taste of
	Peace …………Love…….and some of that Amazing Grace
	
	Pre-ch
	Down for the count now, I really had to meet ya
	rolling on the ground without your power, without your millions
	Leaking out the pockets of the towered coward leaders
	Bribes, lies, recognize you ain't got nowhere to rise
	
	V1c
	I refused
	I will not be used
	Wont give my life away
	Gonna make my own plans
	Gonna pay my own way
	
	Ch
	But Today, Baby
	Wanna spend my life with you
	Cause I Love You
	
	{instrumental}
	
	I lay down but I ain't gonna sleep
	Cause I ain't gonna close my eyes
	I am the lion; I dream
	
	V2 {call and response}
	
	I refused
	{I Can't Hit that  top………can't take it any longer}
	I will Not Be Used
	{0.1 % ……….not taking new members}
	Wont Give My Life Away
	{They say you got to give your life to me}
	{They say they'll help you dig your grave}
	Gonna make my own Plans
	Gonna pay my own way
	{Bribes, lies, recognize you aint got nowhere to rise}
	
	Ch
	But Today, Baby
	Gonna spend my life with you
	What you gonna do when we're face to face, You'll See
	Our  blood, sweat and tears,……. maybe a little taste of
	Peace …………Love…….Amazing Grace
	
	Bridge
	Cracks; burning inside  of my baby grand
	Slap the keys like nutter-butter slippin-in the frying pan
	Cranking out the metaphors better than a Brautigan
	I hope he still out there "Trout Fishing in America"
	
	Outro
	
more detail on the song production process below for those who care to dig deeper:

I happened to surf across an article about Richard Brautigan. I found the story mildly interesting. The article's author was writing about a recent biography that had come out about Brautigan.  The  picture he painted of the man did not seem flattering.  In fact, he made him sound like a real misogynistic, drunken asshole which I am sure he very well may have been.  However, what caught my eye in his write-up was a reference to Brautigan's book called "Trout Fishing in America".  

I recall chuckling at the way the article's author stated Brautigan used the phrase "trout fishing" or "trout stream" in ways that made the reader double-take. Some of the book's cultural popularity was misleadingly due to that title's use in the more conventional sense. However, Brautigan would personify the phrase "trout fishing" onto people or places or things throughout the book. This was un-conventional for the time and trippy to me. It created a sort of ear-worm of magic on me during my own song development process. It was a needed hit of hippie, beat generation, creative juice just in the nick of time. The trout stream which had been simmering for close to a year was dusted off, revised and finally completed.  

This song may be about my ongoing discontent with the state of our world. It may be about my deep conviction that we can and will do better. It may be about my general state of happiness despite the world we live in. It may be about trout fishing in America.  

Thank You for sharing a moment with me. I appreciate your friendship as I continue to cobble my musical creations together one trout fish at a time. 

Here's to you with much gratitude. 

V/r

Dave

the nook

Trout Fishing in America

Lost Paradise

Antonello was kind enough to let me attempt to squeeze lyrics into his fine tune  
 
https://soundcloud.com/antonellotosto/valse-naive.
Conover vocals, melody and lyrics
Clarinet by Umberto Galante
Piano by Antonello Tosto
Double Bass by Daniele Quercia
Mix and Mastering by Giancarlo Guarrera
© 2020 Conover/Tosto

simple kind of day  (Conover/Antonello Tosto)

A romantical collaboration by Jipé and Charles.

Le Manque: A Jipé & Charles Romantic Interlude

Many thanks Glen for the fab invite... you produced such a beautiful arrangement, love it, and it was again a great joy to work with you <3 Listen to more of Glen's wonderful music https://soundcloud.com/the-glen-granthem-band
This is for my cousin Mahri out there in San Fransisco...hing in there hen, we'll hae mair adventures!! 
Big Big love to all of my friends out there, look after each other  <3 <3 <3
Lesley Duncan(1943-2010) Music and lyrics.  More info about Lesley in katebushencyclopedia.com, and well worth a read!
Glen Granthem - all instrumentation, arrangement and mixing
Lizzie Taypen - vocals
Lyrics
All my friends are travellers
We don't often get to meet
But I know they're out there somewhere
And the knowing keeps me sweet

Now some go out in limousines
And some leave on there feet
And I never really feel as if they're gone
No I never really feel as if they're gone

Amanda's like my sister, and she's out there in L.A.
(sung Mahri's like my sister, and she's out in Frisco Bay)
But the wings of love fly straight and true
So we keep in touch that way
Now there's other friends, they're sensitive
I guess they'll use the phone someday
And we watch the wheels of life, keep spinning on
Yes, we watch the wheels of life, keep spinning on

Now the chain of love keeps growing
And the World keeps getting small
And soon there won't be room enough, to seperate us all
When the voice of love grows strong enough
It could break down any wall
And you'll hear it call....you'll hear it call

Now sometimes when I look ahead
I could cry at what I see
Some say it's an easy road
But it never was for me
The damage, is not half undone
And we've all got dues to pay
But we get the help we need, along the way...
Yes the light keeps growing stronger, everyday
Every day Yeh...growing stronger...chain of love...growing stronger

CHAIN OF LOVE (Lesley Duncan cover) With Glen Granthem

The washing machines had a gutsful
It’s raining again on the lawn
There’s muck on the floor and there’s mud in your hair
Can I wipe can I clean any more?

O woman rise up from your ashes
so you don’t thrill to clean any more,
Spin around and at least you’ll get dizzy
and there’s plenty of food on the floor

O I don’t expect joy all the time,
And I never expected true bliss,
But when we fell down and made babies
I didn’t anticipate this!

There’s a strange sense of wild in my head now,
There’s a part of me drifting away
Watch a woman down there in the kitchen
as I unclip one side of me brain


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This is one of my older songs that I am still quite fond of..  I have had fun mixing it up with some random sounds from my laundry and goodness knows where else while I was in creative mode!  And yes, that picture IS the machine performing in the piece.. :-))
Written sung made and played by Emma.

Washing Machine Song...  (O I don't expect joy ALL the time!)

I saw kings and queens and horses and fools
on a black & white board in a game with no rules
high heeled ladies dripping with jewels
and beggars a begging with an eye that drools
I saw scenes oh man i can hardly tell
some obscene and bizarre mixing heaven and hell
a cold silent spring a white masquerade
in the middle of June a Halloween parade
not one pink elephant in sight
In the dream i had last night
In the dream i had last night
I saw a pale frozen sun as from the outer space
saw jailers on the run not wearing a face
blazes a burnin’ the old mountain range
hurricanes blowing like a mind that’s deranged
I saw things oh man you wouldn’t believe
it’s crazy what a brain in sleep can conceive
anger and thunder black turning to fade
the future a swinging on the edge of a blade
in the yellowish sky no unicorns in flight
In the dream i had last night
In the dream i had last night
I saw Jesus bad tripping alongside Broadway
some tarot cards reader having nothing to say
but also i found as i passed my way
an orphan baby sparrow and that made my day
I saw a film oh man i just lack the words
and the screen was as large as the entire world
watchers a walking in a state of stupor
wondering what’s my acting and who’s the director
but no bonze in the air gliding on a kite
In the dream i had last night
In the dream i had last night
I saw thousands of planes dead stuck on the ground
such a blast in an harbor it exploded the town
broken wings broken hearts in the port of shadows
a rastaman playing Piaf singing la vie en rose
I saw a woman oh man who gave me an eye
saying we’ll meet again in the sweet bye and bye
i got lost on my way and forced to the ground
i got caught in a loop like in 4th time around
down the pit did i see any flickering light?
In the dream i had last night
In the dream i had last night
I saw lovers and friends who could not embrace
armies of zombies looking for solace
i heard echoes in time from the sweet golden age
of parsley and thyme rosemary and sage
I saw you oh man and you didn’t look great
petrified like you saw a demon at your gate
and while deciphering as a riddle your frown
i wondered could it mean the whole world’s upside down
and still no pink elephant in sight
In the dream i had last night
In the dream i had last night
With some hopes and illusions tight clenched in my fist
i wandered along the old route 66
but trying to express all that i missed
it’s trying to grab a ghost in the mist
And i ain’t superstitious but i sure did see
a black cat in the night with eyes glaring at me
what i saw my friend was beyond belief
and i hoped that the morning would bring some relief
but alas alas what is life but a dream
In the dream i had last night
In the dream i had last night
In the dream i had last night
And for sure not pink elephant in flight
In the dream i had last night
And the ones that i love i held them so tight
In the dream i had last night
And i enjoyed the past as a Turkish delight
In the dream i had last night
In the dream i had last night

TURKISH DELIGHT (Lyrics)

Digital Rocks

Space Glam

Rem sleep

2019 collaboration with Gina Wood recovered from the dark archives. 

Synth: Gina Wood https://soundcloud.com/gina-wood-837506330
Piano, electronica, bass, percussion: Jan Schonander

With a Roman Catholic upbringing I learned that one should forgive 70 times 7 times. If you are wronged 491 times...

Unforgiven

Unforgiven | Gina Wood & TheGat(s)

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!  :-)



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