ZutZud  (Lo-Fi HD)

Dreamin' 

Dreamin', free man, schemin', you'll come runnin' home. 
See man, hopin', scopin', you'll come runnin' home.

'Cause when you're with me, my heart's a molten fire.
An angel's face, a voice like song. 
I miss the sunshine, the sunshine of your warmth. 
I miss the softness of your hair. 

I feel you calling out for me. 
Your spirit's in my mind, its part of me. 
I'm getting better now, can't you see? 
That it's all on me, all on me. 

Because I'm dreamin', screamin', me man, you'll come runnin' home. 
Right time, high time, my time, you'll come runnin' home. 

I'll never question a single word you say. 
I'll treat you like never before. 
I'll take each morning, dedicate it all to you. 
You are the song, you are the prayer. 

I feel you calling, calling for me. 
You are the drug that has me on my knees. 
And now I'm coming, coming for thee. 
And now it's all on me, all on me, 
because I'm dreamin' 
 

I'll never question a single word you say. 
I'll treat you like never before. 

I miss the sunshine, the sunshine of your warmth.
You are the song, you are the prayer. 

I feel you calling, calling for me. 
You are the drug that has me on my knees. 
And now I'm coming, coming for thee. 
And now it's all on me, all on me, 

because I'm dreamin', free man, schemin', you'll come runnin' home.
See man, screamin', hopin', you'll come runnin' home.

©1982 Eric Linn Richardson

Dreamin'

DREAMIN'

You're Everything 

You got a smile like the river of Nile. 
You got a way that brightens my day. 
You got a move, makes a crazy man swoon. 
You got a face like a lady of grace. 

And you're everything I've ever dreamed of. 
You're everything I'll ever need. 
You're everything I've ever wanted. 
You're the sweet young girl I'll never leave. 

You take the time and you make it worthwhile. 
My rainy days you brighten up with a smile. 
The feeling's right when you're there by my side. 
You know my love will be there to abide. 

And you're everything I've ever dreamed of. 
You're everything I'll ever need. 
You're everything I've ever wanted. 
You're the sweet young girl I'll never leave. 


And you're everything I've ever dreamed of. 
You're everything I'll ever need. 
You're everything I've ever wanted. 
You're the sweet young girl I'll never leave. 

You got a smile like the river of Nile. 
You got a way that brightens my day. 
You got a move, makes a crazy man swoon. 
You got a face like a lady of grace. 

And you're everything I've ever dreamed of. 
You're everything I'll ever need. 
You're everything I've ever wanted. 
You're the sweet young girl I'll save. 
You're the sweet young girl you are. 
You're the sweet young girl I'll never leave.

©1978 Eric Linn Richardson

You're Everything

From the B.R. Archives...(Lo-Fi 4trk)

            ANGELS

Got message from phone,
Said, you like have talk.

Called, nobody home,
Guess things got hot, hot.

You were a guest of the local Gestapo,
They said, “Don’t bother, you’d only be wasting time.”
“The stupid kid, he’s got Angels in his mind.”

You went big time,
hey, wait your turn, hey.
Took everyone’s lines,
Now your minds’ ruined.

You sit alone in a cell,
that’s your home now.
Gathering dust like a book,
that’s been so well read,
If not for Angels, boy would you be dead.

You were a guest of the local Gestapo,
They said, “Don’t bother, you’d only be wasting time.”
“The stupid kid, he’s got Angels in his mind.”

Angels in mind
Angels, Angels, Angels in mind
Angels, Angels, Angels in mind


©1980 Eric L. Richardson / EMU

ANGELS   (Lo-Fi 4trk)

ForYourTouch  (Lo-Fi)

How one achieves their goals....F...O...C...U...S

Never Give In An Never Give Up (Lo-Fi)

Pirate_2001 re-recorded for "Kill A Machine" lp, almost twenty years later...

PIRATE

PIRATE, SCOURGE OF THE SEVEN SEAS.
PIRATE, SHE LOVES HIM BUT SHE WANTS TO LEAVE.

HE MET HER IN THE TROPIC ZONE,
SHE WAS ON THE SHIP THEY SEIZED.
HE TOLD HIS MEN TO KEEP HIS SHARE,
SHE’D BE ALL HE’D NEED.

PIRATE, HEY, SCOURGE OF THE SEVEN SEAS.
PIRATE, YOU KNOW, SHE LOVES HIM BUT SHE WANTS TO LEAVE.
PIRATE, HEY, SCOURGE OF THE SEVEN SEAS.
PIRATE, YOU KNOW, SHE LOVES HIM BUT SHE WANTS TO LEAVE.

SHE WOKE MID-MORN WHEN THINGS WERE STILL,
SHE WAS ON THE SHIP ‘BONNE-LEE’.
SHE LAID BACK DOWN WITH A BIG WARM SMILE,
SHE WAS THE CAPTAIN’S FEE.

PIRATE, HEY, SCOURGE OF THE SEVEN SEAS.
PIRATE.
(LEAD)
PIRATE.
PIRATE, YOU KNOW, SHE LOVES HIM BUT SHE WANTS TO LEAVE.

SHE WENT DOWN AND HE WENT UP,
TO SEIZE A BRIGANTINE.
A BIG RED DOOR SHE TURNS THE KNOB,
BEHIND IT THREE LIKE SHE.

PIRATE, HEY, SCOURGE OF THE SEVEN SEAS.
PIRATE, YOU KNOW, SHE LOVES HIM BUT SHE WANTS TO LEAVE.
PIRATE, YOU KNOW, KNOW, KNOW HE’S THE SCOURGE OF THE SEVEN SEAS
PIRATE, YOU KNOW, KNOW, KNOW SHE NEVER, NEVER WANTS TO LEAVE.

PIRATE, PIRATE, PIRATE, YEAH-EAH
PIRATE, PIRATE, PIRATE, YEAH-EAH
PIRATE, PIRATE, PIRATE, YEAH-EAH
PIRATE, PIRATE, PIRATE, YEAH-EAH

©1982 ERIC LINN RICHARDSON

Pirate

Sideways Canon        inspired by Johann Pachelbel (Lo-Fi)

From the B. R. Archives (Lo-Fi 4trk)

NOT READY FOR HOME

Hold your head up, girl, it's over.
Didn't want to have you, feel this way.
I know you're hurting, I'm leaving.
Can't you see it's wrong, for me to stay.

Just like a shooting star, it's over.
The dreams we shared, are gone today.
I know you're hurting, I'm leaving.
Can't you see it's wrong, for me to stay, to stay.

Don't expect me to play, your Mister, Daddy come home.
The world's seen enough of fostered, children alone.
I'm just a running boy, who has to, seek the unknown.
And my mind, it's still young and growing, not ready for home.

Just like a shooting star, it's over.
Didn't want to have you, feel this way.
I know you're hurting, I'm leaving.
Can't you see it's wrong, for me to stay, to stay.

I couldn't bear to see my children, start in the end.
And the only real problem showing, it's still in our heads.
So don't expect me, to play your mister ahhhhh, daddy come home.
The world's seen enough, of fostered, children alone.

I'm just a running boy, who has to, seek the unknown.
And my mind, it's still young and growing, not ready for home.

No, No
Not ready, I'm not ready, I'm not ready for home. 
No, No
Not ready, I'm not ready, I'm not ready for home. 
No, No
Not ready, I'm not ready, I'm not ready for home. 
No, No
No, No
No, No
No, No
No, No
No, No

Not Ready For Home

Not Ready For Home (Lo-Fi 4trk)

More Lo-Fi from the B.R. Archives.. ;-)


            I Was Born An Alien (In My Own World)

If music could surround me, how far,
how far, my mind should grow.
And if this sounds a bit astounding,
Haaaaa, how little of me you know.

I was born an alien, in my own World.

If beauty could surround me,
I’d feel, I’d feel, I was at home.
But in a World of illusion,
How could, how could, you ever know.

I was born an alien, in my own World.
I was born an alien, in my own World.

If music could surround me, how far,
How far, my mind should grow.
And if this sounds a bit astounding,
Haaaaa, how little of me you know.

I was born an alien, in my own World.
I was born an alien, in my own WO, WO, WO, WO, WO, World.
I was born an alien, in my own WO, WO, WO, WO, WO, World.

I was born an alien, in my own World.
Conky chonk KY, conky conky chonk KY
Conky conky chonk

I was born an alien, in my own World.
Conky chonk KY, conky conky chonk KY
Conky conky chonk

I was born, Conky chonk
I was born, Conky chonk
Conky chonk, I was born
Conky chonk
I was born an alien, in my own World.

(c)1980 E. L. Richardson / EMU

I Was Born An Alien  (Lo-Fi 4trk)

Searching 

Searching, only nothing found, 
only hollow sounds, called it a day. 
Woke up, read a book I found, 
called the face of clowns, with mirrored page. 

But I don't need no make-up, 
my vacant stare's my disguise. 
The strings you pull, they don't make it. 
I'm not a toy you can wind. 

Searching, only nothing found. 
Hoping, it'll all go down. 

But I don't need no make-up, 
my vacant stare's my disguise. 
The strings you pull, they don't make it. 
I'm not a toy you can wind. 

Searching, only nothing found. 
Hoping, it'll all go down. 

Searching, only nothing found, 
only hollow sounds, called it a day.

 ©1988 Eric Linn Richardson

Searching

From the B.R. archives (Lo-Fi 4trk)

YOU’RE TOO HIGH

You’re too high my friends, have I stayed long?
Please do try my friends, do weather along.
I’ve seen all of you, sitting in stone.
Chewing on words, confused by their tones.
Waste has been found, compassion grows old.
While you just sit back and let your eyes roll.

There’s always been a question, on my mind,
Of answers of wisdom, that show me no vision.
There’s always been three words, just too high.
And now I see reasons, for my disposition.

Wouldn’t you say we were too high?
Too High.
Wouldn’t you say we were too high?
Too High.
You’re too high. You seem far away.
You’re too high. You seem locked away.
You’re too high. You seem far away.
You’re too high. You seem so locked away.

You’re too high my friends, have I stayed long?
Please do try my friends, do weather along.
I’ve seen all of you sitting in stone.
Chewing on words, confused by their tones,
tones, tones, stones, stones, stone, stone, stone, stone

(c) 1978 Eric L. Richardson / EMU

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If so, please message me the name...
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Good health to all those under your 'Umbrella of life'.

A good atmosphere to you..🌎

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