Demo. 14 years old....
And then she told me …  words still crawl across my mind  … staged an ambush .… I crawled for cover but to no avail… 
We’re two no  longer …  newly numberless at last… just names and faces .. tomorrow we’ll be  meeting someone new
The voice we hear is just beyond the veil… the flash of life  is just beyond our sight.. please tell me child just who you are and who you wish to be…  and all I’ll ever ask of thee is love….
Yes I remember what she said…  her eyes they whispered.. and tears told the truth.. and voiced those thoughts unborn …  she breathes the words that put us under sail
Forgotten answers  .. every day she learns to speak … if we can listen.. she will teach us everything we need.
And when we leave her… she will wonder where we go…  through memory’s mirror .. we will teach her all she needs to know
The voice we hear is just beyond the veil… the flash of life  is just beyond our sight.. please tell me child just who you are and who you wish to be…  and all I’ll ever ask of thee is love….
( bridge .. instrumental )

I Remember What She Said

Original Song by Bill Liggett   Rick Ledgerwood ( Bass ) Larry Sell ( Harmonica ) Bill Liggett ( Guitar and vocals )
Please believe me, not because you should, only just because its true
I shot all the bad guys from a thousand miles away
But that was when my aim was oh so true..so true
Catch it on the evening news not because it's true, only just because its information
I jumped in front of danger , back when my legs were strong
But that was when my legs were oh so strong... so strong
Chorus:
Strange things happen and they happen to so many, many strange things happen all the time.. strange things happen and they happen to so many , many strange things happen all the time
And when they do you'll have to wonder are they worth a nickel...or a penny..
A Nickel or a penny
Read it like a romance, not because you should...only just because I might have died and broke your little heart
But a steadfast hero I remained back when my heart was strong
But that was when my heart was oh so strong... so strong

Nickel or a Penny (Song for Adele take 2)

another from Sipos Studios. Original song by Bill Liggett.

Is it a good time.. lets make our point short and sweet
Save all the details till next time we meet
and if I dont see ya, dont you know that ill see ya
And if I happen to see you first ill be gone

is it important..im under the gun a hit and a run
they say that a snapshot is good for a thousand words
and if I dont see ya, dont you know that ill see ya
and if I happen to see you first ill be gone

anything more aint worth tryin
a lifetime of livings only 10 min long
and if I said any more id be lying way too much for a three minute song
and if.. I dont see ya, dont you know that i'll see ya
And if I happen to see you first..ill be gone.
Is it over,, did it all end in the blink of an eye
dont you fuss over me,, baby don't you cry
cuz if I dont see ya, dont you known that ill see ya
And if I happen to see you first ill be gone

I'll Be Gone

Part of a CD project with Cutts Cook / Ruffcut Studio. Bare bones writing demos were taken into the studio and produced By Karl Cutruff. It was a while ago.. it really was a gift to be able to work with Karl. we were both going through a lot personally at the time. Its a wonder how tracks like this came out of those truly hard times. The record " Always a good Time " was never released... I am thinking about it now... 

The song itself was written during the Bush Bailouts... dastardly deeds by politicians ruining our lives.. still relevant today.

The Dow is sinking..yeah so am I
aint no use for me to sit and cry
Bailin out the big three well thats insanity
give that thirty billion bucks to me
A top executive I may not be..
one step from the skids and poverty
I fire all the fat cats and send em back to school to learn their ABC's

On CNN they got the talking heads
and top advisors from the feds
economic masterminds with empty promises and fat behinds
talkin all slick and scholarly
Now I aint got no college degree
but I attended hard knock university
and if you cant cut the mustard 
its time to call it quits and find a different J.O.B

5 Wrongs dont make a right its pure simplicity
hit the road and dont come back
go find yourself a different J.O.B.

Political solutions they just make me sad
Im sick and tired of being had
uncle sam is dead and seeking retribution but hes haveing trouble gettin through the gates

They say that everyone deserves a second chance
philosophy like that is good and fair
but on that list of SOB's there aint a single first offender there

5 wrongs dont make a right its pure simplicity
hit the road and dont come back go find yourself a different J.O.B.

Always A Good Time

5 Wrongs

Back to work for me.....

You must remind yourself that most things written are a snapshot of a moment in time. Poets, musicians,, writers of all kinds. I used to get the Christmas blues very terribly. There was always a lot of pressure this time of year with taking care of a big family and making sure everyone had a magical time while burning the candle at both ends. I can recall years when I scraped up cash for Chritsmas presents on Dec 23rd.
Thankfully.. things are different for us now... A very Joyful time.

There is another version of this that I would love to record...from a different perspective with my poor mothers song woven into it..  

I leave you with this.  

Im not sure when it was recorded... its old and the recording is feeble..  maybe clean your ears and listen
Lyrics:
Spose I could dig in the attic Climb up through the scuttle hole
Better late now than never.. Magic marker in abbreviated code
Bring down Christmas in a box again
Christmas stuff.. little bells...cotton fluff

Smiling fat man wrapped in paper.. seems he's never lost his smile
Baby jesus hasn't grown an inch.. tucked away with mary and the wise men
Bring down christmas in a box again

Christmas in a box again this year..along with new stuff from the sale in july
Dreams they change with the seasons.. beneath the same moon and stars
Bring down Christmas in a box again
Christmas Blues... Frozen Sky.. Indigo Hues

Christmas In A Box

This is the original Demo of a song written about people very close to me. The recording is about 23 years old. I'm not interested in fixing mistakes on it..
Musically.. I really don't know where i'm going . I'm documenting songs in haste.. But I do know where i've been in a most profound sense.  I'm having a lot of trouble sitting down to play and record something new.. it's a very strange sort of block. There's not a shortage of ideas or material..

so here's this..warts and all..

Hot summer day driving to god knows where
northbound highway his mind blowing in the air
he's building his life again and he's left so many behind
and he's looking for someone of his own kind

two young children.. she's on her own
northbound highway broke down and all alone
they're building their lives again and they've left so many behind
and they're looking for someone of their own kind

Please forgive them they've lost their way 
and they're not of this earth and they're not of this day

but you the traffic is tight.. on the northbound highway
and there's no end in sight on the northbound highway

He needed someone.. she thought she wanted him
on the northbound highway the chance of success is slim
and they're building their lives again
and they've left so many behind
And they're looking for someone else and changing their mind

Please forgive them they've lost their way
and they're not of this earth and they're not of this day

Now there's a new child.. and they're going out of their head
still stuck on the northbound highway and they're hanging by a thread
and they're building their lives again
and they've left so many behind
life on the northbound highway can be so unkind

Please forgive them they've lost their way
and they're not of this earth and they're not of this day

and you know you can't travel light on the nothbound highway
and its always a fight .. on the northbound highway..



Lyrics

Northbound Highway ( Demo )

Here is a more recent song.. written within the last year. This is what I sound like now.. LOL..  Im really working now to find my new vocal range folks... it ain't easy.. I basically took a year off playing and singing.

Lyrics :

Its a sure sign alright
its time to turn around and see
When Im waking from a crazy dream
To Hear your voice inside 

Then the chains of obligation that I’ve taken on
cant keep their grip on me
reaching out to my only one 
and I remember.. what I need to do

Now I thought I had a better way
I wanted more for you
But mores not always better
Than the simple quiet times 

As I ground myself in truth once again 
And I remember
the truth that as long as we’re together
its alright…

So I’m coming home to you
Im coming home
Yes I’m coming home
Im coming home to you

Now nothings really changed
They only seemed to be
And the light of understanding
Shines so graciously

As I ground myself in truth once again
And I remember
the truth that as long as were together
it’s alright…

So I’m coming home to you…

Coming Home To You

This is a track written after a planned writing trip to the north woods of Wisconsin. I was hoping for solitude and space to finish / start new material. It was a solo trip. I was surprised by the fact that once I arrived there I was distracted by the natural beauty all around me and was unable to focus on music. plus.. I got lonely pretty quick for my family.

There is a video done by an artist who goes by the name of " Continued Existence " we did a few videos together.. The whole thing is pretty Artsy.  link 
              https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7CUDEQrjiEY

And yes... its pretty old.. at least 25 years old..

Lyrics Later... heading to work.

Alone

Heres one I just re-recorded tonight. But it is in line in moving forward with my back catalog....which is going to take some time 😔. It is relevant to the current social dilemma of fighting and division.

Lyrics :

Show me proof of the big bang
shed some light on the missing link
reveal the secrets of the rock upon the hill
and the monster in the lake you say he’s living there still

ill marvel at your stories
and you can snicker sideways at mine
i'll try to get a word in edgewise
if you’d only give me the time

Show me the meaning of the reason
tell me the truth about the lies
open my eyes up to the impending doom
and brush off the tablets resting in the tomb

ill marvel at your stories
and you can snicker sideways at mine
ill try to get a word in edgewise
if you’d only give me the time

Now it all boils down
and it rises to the top
its a never ending song
if everybodys right
then everybody's wrong

Find the pope in the pizza
show me Einstein in the loony bin
say theres no good or evil
then turn around and tell me survival is a sin

ill marvel at your stories
and you can snicker sideways at mine
ill try to get a word in edgewise
if you’d only give me the time

Now it all boils down
and it rises to the top
its a never ending song
if everybodys right
then everybody's wrong

Everybodys Wrong

Another from the back catalog.. recently re-recorded. Around the time this was written I had just resumed playing and writing after a 22 year layoff. It was at the tail end of a whole lot of ugly and nasty moments ... but the dust was finally settling and I needed time to collect my thoughts and heal a bit.  Mid-Life thing..? Yeah...
I remember distinctly writing this in the basement..  Early on I didn't have very good guitar skills ( At least I don't think so.. )  and this song was particularly hard for me to play and sing at the same time. I spent a long time writing it.. maybe a few months. I would sit and drink Dry Red and write songs.. I recall working on this with my song writing companion " Little Penguin ".😆  ( Cheap Australian Dry Red... )...  So that didn't help matters.
I have since, played this live thousands of times and can play it with or without dry red and eyes closed..

Lyrics

Don't you know that I get
Plenty of rest
because you know I know what's best
for these old bones
and don't you know that I drink
A little too much wine
You know i've got plenty of time on my hands
I need someone who understands
I've got to get my rest
so I can look my best
for when Big things start coming my way

Don't you know that I sleep till 10:15
with a couple of snacks and a couple of naps
in between
and don't you know that I sit
and read plenty of books
I might just mosey down into the kitchen and cook
I realize how this must look
but i've got to get my rest so I can look my best
for when big things start coming my way

I am a man.. of limited means
all the fancy things in this world
they don't add up to a hill of beans
I've got to save my strength
you know i've got to lay low
I've got to get my rest so I can look my best
for when big things start coming my way
oh yeah big things..are coming.. my way.

Big Things ( with Merlot )

Re recording of an old song. Solo Guitar and vocals with a little something here and there. Recorded this evening. 

Get up early and start your day
give some time back to yourself today
find the good times all around you
Bring the fun back in your life
leave those old work shoes by the door
you made your share of sacrifice
listen friend take my advice

The time for messing around is in the past
the days are moving by so very very fast
it's time for you to have your say
don't you letting things get in your way
forget about what other people do
and don't you worry about waht they say
cause they don't know you anyway

Save me.. save me.. save me
oh won't you please
won't you save me.. from another day
of doing things in the same old way

So settle up those old affairs
all they're going to get you 
is a head full of grey hairs
you know the folks around
they still love you so
they're gonna smile and wave as they watch you go
so won't you wave goodbye to yesterday
before you get too old and slow
it's time to shine and let it go

Save me.. save me.. save me
yes and carry me along with you
on this beautiful day




Save Me

This is a very old song written when I first picked up my music after a long layoff. It is written about Lena Leonardi, our landlady ( Landlord fit the song better  ) back in 1980. We moved into our new apartment when my joyce was pregnant with our first child. Lena was a sort of Philosopher.. Very hard working and always there to offer advice on whatever. She was very kind to us but she was also tough. I recall times when she would come to the back door when we were late on the rent and pound on the glass , and in her endearing Italian accent she would yell " Liggett!!!  I know you're in there !! PLEASE Liggett! PLease pay the rent !! ".. One time I came to the door and had to explain that we just didn't have the money right at the moment...she took me over to her apartment and sat me down while she prepared a couple of jars of Minestrone soup.. homemade and delicious. She said " Liggett, all you need is a little bread, a little bit of soup and a little bit of wine... that's all you need Liggett "  I never forgot her..Joyce and I talk about her once in a while and quote things she told us.. To this day she is in our hearts and minds.. almost like family. And thats how most of the Italians were to me growing up.. treated me well and looked out for me as I lived in a town called Elmwood Park known as little Italy..  Now, back in november of last year when I made the decision to start uploading all of my songs.. who is there b, among many others of course, but two who have given me the most support and good advice along with wonderful and inspiring music and words? But Michael Ansani and the beautiful folks at The Beating Edge.. From Italy...of course. Oh... and Len Benatti  .. you from Italy too?😊So.. I dedicate this song to them and wish them good fortune and calm seas ahead ! Salute!

Lyrics:

Long ago when I was 21 and I was just out on my own
a pretty new bride and a brand new son
trying hard to make a home
I wasn't ready to settle down and I needed some advice
My old Italian Landlord, she always treated me nice

A simple life and a happy home 
and everything will be just fine
But things don't always go that way 
and you can get a little bit behind
well if you lose direction and you're looking for a clue
my old Italian landlord she always knew what to do

She said:  A little bread and a little soup and a little bit of wine
that's all you need , that's all you need
a little luck and a little love and a little bit of time
that's all you need, that's all you need

I met that old lady, all those years ago
she led a very simple life and she always told you so
she was there when we were hungry 
she was there when we were broke
and even after all these years 
i remember the words she spoke

Now and then I think of her she holds a place in my mind
not too many like her so humble and so kind
I hope there's just a few spread around here and there
looking out for guys like me who need someone to care

She said:  A little bread and a little soup and a little bit of wine
that's all you need , that's all you need
a little luck and a little love and a little bit of time
that's all you need, that's all you need


All you need

I recorded this at about 4 AM chicago time.  Its spring ahead daylight savings time. We lose an hour and hopefully gain some sun. 
I really have a very small catalog of cover songs I know. This one I used to play live at every show.



Summertime  ( Gershwin )

New Song. Recorded just now.  I’m still working out the lyrics… eventually re-record/ remix

Shine ( one take demo )

New song recorded tonight. Things are what they are.. on the melancholy side.... which i'm prone to wallow in from time to time.

It has come to my attention that I haven't put my pen to paper for a while
I've been burning scented candles that suggested fields of roses for so long
and I've lately come to realize the simple reason for my lack of candor
and the soil of sordid life reveals the blameless grief left floating in the breeze
I opted out of bowing low for fear that I might make a wrenching scene

show me how I have fallen short read to me the judgement of the court
but be careful as you're coming down you're falling from the same high ground
it all comes back around

I thank god sometimes for time alone with cheap guitars and cheaper brands of wine
I avoid my past discrepancies and present time inequities like plague
and it for these very reasons that I held my tongue and stared into the sky
and stole time alone in selfishness for fear without that I might lose my mind
has my silence said enough for you today
you might think you've had it rough sometimes and want to say

show me how I have fallen short read to me the judgement of the court
but be careful as you're coming down you're falling from the same high ground
it all comes back around

Im well aware of failure as Im constantly reminded of it in the mail
and the boat that we were sailing is the one in need of bailing suddenly
have I suddenly become some different soul
and did you become the innocent that fell into the resulting hole
is it such a shocking revelation after all
made to get up off our feet before we lean to crawl

show me how I have fallen short read to me the judgement of the court
but be careful as you're coming down you're falling from the same high ground
it all comes back around


It all comes back around

This is an old demo that Ive been sitting on for years and years... Theres so much more to it than what you hear here.. but I may never get to really complete it. Its part of a collection of music.. a project called " HeartBeat " a collection of tunes in either 3/4 or 6/8 ( the human heart beats in these times )

Lyrics:

Youre giving me reasons to play
youre giving me good thing to say
Youre changing my whole life today
and theres a couple thing I want to say
Its the sun on your face
its the wind in your hair
and when Im not a perfect man
its the way you dont care

youre giving me reasons to play
youre giving me good things to say
I think youre my best friend today
and theres a couple of things I want to say
your breath in my ear
and the words that Ill never find
and when im not a perfect man
its the way you dont mind..

Thanks for listening !

Reasons

New song recorded tonight.

Last night I opened up the window
as streetlight stood in for the moon
across your skin a summer breeze was filtered through the trees
announced by flickered candlelight

and I wondered is this you and me asleep in childhood dreams
or just another night
are we a wishful vision cried into a pillow
after a long and bitter fight

well its a high price paid just to be here
two poor tired souls... in a golden moment

tonight I open up the window
as moonlight calls out for our dreams
across the sky I hear a voice from somewhere far away
hello and thank you for the day

and I wondered is this you and me asleep in childhood dreams
or just another night
are we a wishful vision cried into a pillow
after a long and bitter fight

well its a high price paid just to be here
two poor tired souls... in a golden moment

Golden Moment

This is the first instrumental I will be uploading from the Heartbeat Project. 

The totality of the heartbeat project is " Recovered music "  ... in other words a recollection ...

Desperate Flight

Simple version of a relatively new song.  

don't leave me .. all alone. don't leave me all alone.
Light shining from your eyes was like heaven
And lights the way back to your love
And your wide open arms does my heart shatter and scatter me
Don't leave me all alone
I feel you near me at the sunrise.. I hear you tell me not to cry
But like waves they fill my eyes and tears wash over me.. this tragedy
Don't leave me all alone.
Your voice is fading now but im not letting go
I'll find a way back to your love ..and your wide open arms
does my heart shatter.. and scatter me..

Dont Leave me all Alone

This is a song dedicated to my old friend Karl heilgeist ( RIP ) A great drummer and an interesting cat.

Breeze comin through the window… I thought it might be you ..But since it’s not gonna sleep till I’m not tired.. aint gonna make my bed..  gonna sleep till I’m not tired.
No one comes to my house..  so I ring the bell myself
There’s no one around to drink to.. so I drink to myself .. here’s to me and my good health
( chorus )
Here’s to sittin all alone.. here’s to a good nights sleep… here’s to luck and borrowed time ..that may be our only wealth.. but most of all here’s to me ….and my  good health

There’s a breeze comin through the window.. and it sends me back to sleep
You cant blame the wind for blowin..  think I’ll just blame you since there’s no one else around.
And no one comes to my house.. gonna ring the bell myself
And there’s no one around to drink to.. so I drink to myself here’s to me and my good health

My Good Health

Just messin around on a snowy sunday. Why not write a song about red trucks and their owners. I think chicks dig red trucks.. probly. 

I have some other new ones Id really like to record but Im way out of shape right now as I haven't played since the summer.

I like my eggs over easy and I cook em in lard
I got big strong muscles cuz a work real hard
I got me a 4 wheel ATV that I keep in the yard
I keep it in the yard
Its out in the yard
and if you mess with me or mine 
yer gonna git ded

My Truck is Red.. yep

I dont go down south cuz its too damn hot
I put mustard on my brat cuz I like it a lot
I hope you like PBR cuz thats all I got
Thats all I got
its the only kind I got
And if you trespass on my 40
 yer  gonna git ded 
My truck is red....

Now in this mean old world you gotta toe the line
Whats yours is yours and whats mine is mine
you got to mind your own affairs cuz there just aint time
There aint any time
I got no time
And if you look at my wifes butt 
yer gunna git ded
My truck is red....



My Truck is Red

Listening to Christmas Songs.. I used to get Christmas blues really bad but not anymore. But heres proof that I did have a cynical side for a bit. I hope you can create some magic this year and be grateful for  what you have.

Ive seen the ads for the proper ways to show
I love you more than I did a year ago
Id prove it all with one visit to the mall

Oh what a joy, it's Christmas time again
Lets make it real this year and not pretend
we'll kneel to pray, and then jump up to spend
its Christmas time again...

Lets deck the halls and make spirits bright
its for the kids we wont spoil the fun tonight
it wont be long and we can all resume the fight

Oh what a joy, it's Christmas time again
Lets make it real this year and not pretend
we'll kneel to pray, and then jump up to spend
its Christmas time again...

Donner and Blitzen and what's his name
without those guys it just wouldn't be the same
sit down commiserate with rudy the red nosed barfly
there's always room...........for humble pie.


Oh what a joy, it's Christmas time again
Lets make it real this year and not pretend
we'll kneel to pray, and then jump up to spend
its Christmas time again...

Christmas Time

This is a song written right after the Haiti Earthquake in 2010. Knowing that my son was headed there to assist in the aid and rescue I stayed up much of the night doing research on where he was headed. His accounts to me were helpful in finalizing the song. Particularly about the corruption that bled into the rescue efforts and the logistics of it. Much had to go through a sort of gangster hierarchy. I also lived with a Haitian refugee back in the late 70's and heard much from him. I'm sure, like any historical account there is some distortion but it was written honestly and in concern for the people there and of course my son and his companions. Take it for what it is. My simple folk ballad as I saw it then.

Lyrics :

They came down to the shores
and they welcomed their masters
and they dug up their gold
in the yoke of the frenchmen who couldn’t care less for the life
of the beautiful island

and for two hundred years
generations of slaves
fought to break all the chains
whose weight was far far too great for foundations so weak
on the beautiful Island

and the struggle began to throw off their burden
an unbearable weight too much for a woman or man
let alone little children

when freedom was won
and the plunder was transferred
to Jean Jacques the black ruler
who's fever for gold was burning far too high
for the beautiful island

and the shackles were cut
and all the gold braided
but they made epaulette
for the shoulders of tyrants who’s weight was far too much
for the beautiful island

they say the best kind of slave is the one who don’t know it
an unlivable life too much for a woman or man
let alone little children

and charity rained
and soaked into the mountains
and added its weight
to the coffers of rulers who’s greed was far great
for the beautiful island

and they cried by the shores
for the lives that were buried
with a ton of misfortune
on the backs of the ones who could no longer hold up the weight
of the beautiful island

is it justice that shook down the walls of the prisons
are the cries at the shore finally to be heard
can such a great weight be lifted from women and men
let alone little children

Beautiful Island  ( song for Haiti )

Big Fun today !!  My Very 2nd collaboration on Soundcloud ! A collaboration With Per ,who I consider to be one of the best producers I have ever known. He is also a skilled and experienced performer so its like having one of those bandmates that can pick you up and make you sound great! Im so looking forward to more !!

This is an Indio song and was done by Eddie Vedder in the movie " Into the Wild "

I used to perform it live all the time with my trio.. the audience always loved it! But Per really made this thing rock!! I mean.. he knew exactly what do do. Im so grateful to him!

Little Man : Bass, Percussion, LEad, Electric Guitars. 

Bill Liggett : Lead and backing vocals, Acoustic Guitar

Cheers!

Big Hard Sun   ( Indio Tribute )

 In every beautiful book, there is some sadness. I think that's why it is beautiful. Big thanks to PJ once again for working with me on this. It is an honor and privilege ( and an expense😆 ) to be part of this community.

I have always loved this song By LC...  I am always smitten by beautiful sad things because that , in some ways, defines my existence.

Why am I doing cover songs?.. At this point.. why?  

Well... I've written hundreds of songs. About me, my life , and the people in it. I am the sum of all those people and also the artists and musicians that have brought me through it.

You really dont need two complete human hands to count the number of cover songs I know. The musicians I've played with in my short time have selflessly suffered through my need to express myself. I think it's time for me to acknowledge, in an artistic sense, those who are in my head and heart and have helped to shape me as a writer and a person.


Leonard Cohen

In my secret life
In my secret life
In my secret life
In my secret life

I saw you this morning
You were moving so fast
Can't seem to loosen my grip
On the past

And I miss you so much (ooh)
There's no one in sight
And we're still making love (oh-ooh, oh-ooh)
In my secret life
In my secret life

I smile when I'm angry
I cheat and I lie
I do what I have to do
To get by

But I know what is wrong (ooh)
And I know what is right (ooh, oh-oh)
And I'd die for the truth (oh-ooh, oh-ooh)
In my secret life
In my secret life

Hold on, hold on, my brother (oh-oh, oh)
My sister, hold on tight (ooh, oooh, ooh, ooh)
I finally got my orders

I'll be marching through the morning
Marching through the night (ooh)
Moving cross the borders (ooh)
Of my secret life (ooh)

Looked through the paper
Makes you wanna cry (cry)
Nobody cares if the people
Live or die

And the dealer wants you thinking
That it's either black or white
Thank God, it's not that simple (it's not that simple)
In my secret life (ooh)

I bite my lip (ooh)
I buy what I'm told (ooh, oh-oh)
From the latest hit
To the wisdom of old (ooh, oh-oh)
But I'm always alone (ooh)
And my heart is like ice (ooh, oh-oh)
And it's crowded and cold (oh-ooh, oh-ooh)

In my secret life
In my secret life
In my secret life
In my secret life

In my secret life
In my secret life
In my secret life
In my secret life


In My Secret Life ( Leonard Cohen Tribute )

Yes... I wrote this song this morning. I looked out the window and saw the snowman and the half melted snow. I realized I have never written a " Nice Christmas Song "   So here it is.. Im going to stop tweaking it and just post it..😂

Lyrics:
There's a light up snowman out in the yard
the dirty snow is melted and the ground is hard
There's cold drinks in the fridge
to which I think I'll add a smidge 

of pie,…. Oh me and oh my

Here comes Christmas

We carried the boxes of Christmas cheer
the tree is looking holy again this year
our hard works in the bank
who first now shall we thank

For pie..  me oh my..

Here comes Christmas

Come unwrap the magic under the tree
it says its from Santa but its really me
its been one hell of a year
so come on over here

For Pie… oh me and oh my

Here comes Christmas
Here comes Christmas
Oh me and Oh My..

Christmas and Pie

Another one with Per Jensen AKA Little Man. I'm enjoying the work with Per. It is effortless, really ,to collaborate with him.  I'm getting in a ton of practice time and warmup for future work on some challenging tunes I will be releasing soon. Some new originals..   One important lesson I learned. DON'T TRY to sing like Van Morrison ! I  Don't even think Van Morrison can sing like Van Morrison anymore  😂  I've got a couple more covers i'd like to do but im in the midst of recording originals.  I'm really going to be patient because I don't want to release these next tunes as " Works in progress ".  I hope you can enjoy this cover in the spirit it was offered. Just good fun !

Bill Liggett : Acoustic Guitar, Solo , Vocals

Little Man : All other instruments and studio production.

And It Stoned Me / Van Morrison Tribute

Happy New Year everyone !! Thank you for all your support and friendship. And thank you mostly for your beautiful art and the inspiration it brings to me. !

There may be another one before the first.. I've got a break from work and really need to take advantage of the time to do some recording.

This is a solo acoustic version of one of my most requested tunes.  I did a bit of production on it just for the sake of  getting used to the process.  I've written a ton of love songs for my wife. This one is one of her favorites. I think her most favorite is the one SHE wrote lyrics for. 😂

I have to give credit for a small tweak in the lyrics on the chorus , to my friend Vinny Vaccarro. We had a discussion after I paid a Nashville Writer for a critique on another tune.  He started pointing out small flaws in my lyrics on various tunes.... Im grateful for his help. I didn't think he was really paying attention... but he is a wicked smart dude. and funny as hell ! 😂

Lyrics:

I never did get the keys
to that house upon the hill
Looking out over the valley 
so calm and so still

Chorus
We never did get it
it was just a wish we made
we wont forget it it'll stay in our mind
no we never did get it 
but till we do
well be living this dream

I never did buy you a ticket
to that tropical sandy beach
but its still a place so real
that we never did reach

Chorus
We never did get it
it was just a wish we made
we wont forget it it'll stay in our mind
no we never did get it 
but till we do
well be living this dream

Bridge:
Give me a little more time
it hasn't been easy
I want to be the one
to make your dreams come true

We never did float upon
that moonlit bay
the one we were gonna sail to
in our little boat some day

Chorus
We never did get it
it was just a wish we made
we wont forget it it'll stay in our mind
no we never did get it 
but till we do
well be living this dream

Bridge:
Give me a little more time
it hasn't been easy
I want to be the one
to make your dreams come true

Living this dream



Happy New Year. Ive written a new Bio that might put my page in context. I hope you read it.

This is the original version of this song. It was written after an unexpected encounter. I must have played this song a thousand times in practice and at gigs but NOT this version. This is my preferred version because it more accurately reflects the moment. I'm still hammering away at the multi tracking of vocals. Ive just got to get a bit more disciplined with timing.
 and range of the main vocal track. Happy

I thought I had the answers
Guess I didnt know
Thought I had the answers
guess I didnt know
thought I had it nfigured out
guess it goes to sho
That In lost myself in pages turned 
now in looking back
at bridges burned

I thought I didnt need you
I guess I couldnt see
thought I didnt need you
guess I couldnt see
wanted to be left alone
now whats become of me
Well I spent all of my chances earned
and now ive reached the point of no return

As I wait in darkness
your footsteps softly fall
that I might be hearing them
makes no sense at all
then I feel you next to me 
tears begin to fall
as I try to speak you hush me with your eyes
and suddenly im standing in the loving light 
of lessons learned

Now I begin to know you
a little more each day
as I begin to know you
a little more each day
all illusions that I had
they seem to wash away
and it seems that Ive become a guide
for all the lonely souls who could be turned

As I wait in darkness
your footsteps softly fall
that I might be hearing them
makes no sense at all
then I feel you next to me 
tears begin to fall
as I try to speak you hush me with your eyes
and suddenly im standing in the loving light 
of lessons learned


Lessons Learned

Another collaboration with Little Man. I think this is the fourth one. It's pretty amazing. Theres very little discussion once the tune is selected. I do my thing , which is just guitar and vocals.. I try to stay out of his way so he's able to elevate the whole thing like he does. Sort of like a push button collab. Don't get me wrong.. I work my ass off on my part as I'm sure he does too.  We seem to share a vision on the songs. Its really cool.
Scarlet Town
Gillian Welch

Buddy, I went down to Scarlet Town, ain't never been there before
Where you slept on a feather bed, I Slept on the floor
I don't mind a lean old time or drinking my coffee cold
But the things I seen in Scarlet Town did mortify my soul

I look at that deep well
Look at that dark grave
Ringing that iron bell
In Scarlet Town today

I spent some time in New Orleans and in Cairo on a bend
But Scarlet Town brought me down low as I ever been

I look at that deep well
Look at that dark grave
Ringing that iron bell
In Scarlet Town today

On the day I came to Scarlet Town, you promised I'd be your bride
But you left me here to rot away like Polly on the mountainside

I look at that deep well
Look at that dark ray
Ringing that iron bell
In Scarlet Town today

Now you may hide in Scarlet Town for a hundred years or more
But the man who knows what time it is is knocking at the door

So fare you well, my own true love
If you never see me around
I'll be looking through a telescope from hell to Scarlet Town

I look at that deep well
Look at that dark ray
Ringing that iron bell
In Scarlet Town today


Scarlet Town  ( Gillian Welch Tribute )

Hello 

This will be at least my 4th try at writing a bio. so here goes.

I play Acoustic Guitar and sing. I write songs about a lot of people and things.  I really only play one guitar. Its an Alvarez that is made out of Mahogany. and spruce. I had a pickup installed in it.  The pickup is a " Fishman ". Id like very much to meet Mr or Ms Fishman some day and share fishing stories..

Any how... I record on Garage Band. I almost never  use the candy drum track... because Im not good at it.

I started playing Guitar at about twelve years old. My Brother Jimmy gave me a beat up Silvertone with a few strings missing. He gave it to me the day before he left for California with other hippies to spread love and peace and eat out of dumpsters.

I played pretty much non stop. I played the silvertone down to three strings. I had them tied together after they broke..  A

About a year or so after that my dear Mother bought me a brand new Alvarez with all six stings on it. It was beautiful! It was tiger maple... I was thrilled!  I wrote a lot of music at that age but no songs with lyrics. I hooked up with a bunch of guitarists in another town over and that's when things really opened up. We smoked, drank and played as often as we could. There was no limit. 

Skipping the specifics of all that teenaged crazyness. I got to working in the trades with my guitarist friend Tony. We called ourselves the  " piss poor painters " We wrote songs about that but never played them.

Life became different and I met my wife.. introduced by Tony ironically , and we had adventures together! We are still together and have a big family with kids that are getting older but are still good. A couple of Grandkids. That period of my life I put music away.. for 22 years,

More Irony: in the year 2000, My brother came over to our house and left a pretty cheap Carlo Robelli guitar. The night he left it I stayed up all night and wrote a song called " Lets get together " . It was one of the first songs I had ever written with lyrics. Of course it was a song about the passing of time and they way things were when I was younger.

From there, I pretty much wrote non stop. It turns out I had a lot of shit on my mind. It was mid-life. Like a steam roller, words and music plowed a path through my life up to then. 

I really dont know how many songs ive written since 2000.. but its a lot. I just wrote them and figured out how to record them. It took months to learn how to record one shitty lo-fi track and post it on the internet. I

I was a BIG STAR ! only no one knew it yet.. I posted on a site called acidplanet.com. My profile name was " Greenflea " Acidplanet is Long since out of business.. but for about 7 years I developed friendships with people all over the world.  Co-wrote some tunes. Had some tunes stolen by bandits..but didn't give a shit. I ended up making a CD with Carl Cutruff of New Jersey. He was a producer who took a liking to my songs. The CD was called " Always a Good Time ". It was never released. It is a good representation of what a good producer can turn a lowfi singer songwriter's  songs into. But not necessarily what I wanted my songs to be.
I began to play at open mics in about 2007 and 8.. One night I played at this bar owned by an old friend called " The Hilltop ". There were a lot of local musicians there and I did take some people by surprise with my songs. That night.. I had the makings of a band. Rick and Lumpy.. Bass and Harmonica.. and eventually Carl Heilgeist the drummer.  We played quite a few gigs. But we split up ... which I wont go into. LOL

But eventually I got together again with Rick and Larry, and we had a drummer for a while. All the while I kept writing songs. 

Im still going strong as a writer.. but honestly, Im slowing down because.. well.. I really need to record what I have written so far in case I lick the bucket unexpectedly.. which does happen to people now and then. 
Now, me personally? I do have Religious views and political views but I vowed never to put them in songs. Because nobody really cares it seems, until they find someone who hates the same things  as they do. Then it becomes negative. Since music is one of the only things that can bring us together, even when we don't speak the same language, we should try to keep it real. By real I mean pure self expression about something you love or, if you must, about some trouble in the past or present that does not name someone else as the bad guy.

So here I am.. new years day 2026. What to do? Well this year is going to be the year of real collaboration. Im looking to find folks who want to work on creating music as in cover tunes of people who want to exchange ideas in the form of music and words. Im open to collaborate in any way I can but as ive said, I rlly only play an acoustic guiter and sing.

thats me...

I hope you enjoy my songs. I know I will enjoy what others around the world have to offer. My favorite thing to listen to is a novice writer with words and music.. just pure expression from the soul as best they can. 

We really need each other. We need ears that understand why we do this.. because I really dont know why I feel the need to do this. I still dont quite understand why I sit and play and write.. just for the sake of it.  If I tell friends and family about it.. or tried to get them to a gig.. they go silent and change the subject 😂  Anyhow.

What about you?

Bill Liggett

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