Really nice track with nice lyrics and guitar. Makes me wonder where the destination is that you were heading to in this song.

🎵 What a wonderful musical time capsule, Bill! Your youthful voice shines with such pure, natural energy ✨ The raw, unpolished recording actually adds so much character and authenticity to this folk gem 🎸 Your guitar work is absolutely brilliant, flowing effortlessly with the melody 🌟 Love how your songwriting captures that rare moment of genuine joy and awakeness 💫 This demo proves that sometimes the magic happens in those unplanned, unfiltered moments ❤️ A true folk treasure from the vault! 🎶

Superbe song et une parfaite réalisation musicale. Belle voix. Joli travail. Grand bravo.

Love it, you have a Loundon Wainwright vocal vibe going on here!

In this track, your voice stands out better than ever, and the result is amazing! Your singing style and vocal tone are mesmerizing! 🙌🏻 Awesome job, Bill! You’ve got plenty more songs to dust off, right? We really hope so!! Never stop!! ❤️‍🔥

Your singing and guitar playing are both beautiful...Very beautiful song...I think so‼️

Very cool song Bill! Great guitar work and awesome lyrics! Sounds very much like a Paul Simon song! Fantastic job!👍😎✌🏼

I feel like I'm in the room while you guys are recording

Razor sharp chops and always the clever and fun lyric; half ballad, half opining on the state of life.  We can all relate whether 25 years ago, or right now as we listen to this masterpiece. Kudos on some jaw-dropping playing.


intro is a quote from the novel Cat's Cradle(1963) by Kurt Vonnegut Jr

My Compass is Broken

Plans are vague                                                             
Imprecise                                                                         
Indistinct                                                                          
Like men and mice                                                        
But it's better than having a stone cold point of  view   
Feeling lost 
Cast adrift
Gone off course 
Missing ship
No need to understand where I'm heading to

My compass is broken                                                  
The arrow is starting to spin                                         
This path unspoken                                                       
Not sure of the place I'm in                                           
Do I turn East?                                                                
West?                                                                               
Father does not know best                                           
My compass is broken                                                  
I don't know what to do       

                                           
Empty maps
Beckon me
Find the lost
City of Z
Take a long, strange trip inside my little head
Foreign fields
Hallowed ground
Misunderstood
Tightly wound
Instead of finding the treasure, I find myself instead

Oh, my compass is broken 
A newfound split past everyone 
From one pole to the other 
Like Peary, Scott and Amundsen 
Do I turn North?
South?
Living foot in mouth
My compass is broken 
What do I have to do?

Peculiar travel suggestions                                           
Are dancing lessons from God                                    
So move your feet to this rhythm                                 
And do the Mashed Potato                                          
Or the Kurt Vonnegut                                                          

Grow a pair
Get a grip
Find a job
F#$* that shit
Destination unknown
Take a chance, enjoy the view

My compass is broken
It's a world of bobble and spin
I'm awake but unwoken 
It's the best place I've ever been
Switching it on....off....
From the equator to the permafrost
My compass is broken
Don't call the rescue crew                                           
My compass is broken                                                  
I'm far away from you                                         
My compass is broken
Do what I have to do


Lyrics Hand on the Rock/ K Vonnegut Jr
Music Hand on the Rock

My Compass Is Broken

'irate' with Harmful if Followed 

Harmful: lyrics, vocals
Scotty: lyrics, vocals, mandolin, guitar, cuica 

I’ve got this problem, mate.
Perhaps you could relate.
It's my woman. She's gone irate. 

Mate I’ve been telling you for years 
That crazy lady ain’t worth all them tears
She’s mentaler than you
And that’s quite hard to do 
Mate come live with me
I’ve not thought about the physical side but I suppose we could suck it and see 

Mate, everything sounds lovely.

irate (with Harmful if Followed)

Friends,

On behalf of my son Jeffrey Husted and myself we present a song called:
93 Million Miles. Jeff is the featured vocalist. He is my all-time favorite rock/pop star; Thank You Jeff! I Love You.

The lyrics were written well over a year ago but several lines in separate verses are resonating with me with greater charge today given the state of our world.

"You could just turn-away and let them have their way
Tell us all the reasons why it's too late
Fall into that rage
A burning star of pain 
and you may believe your crazy
You're not alone, we're all afraid"

"…I know it ain't been easy 
To be that change, to be that peace today"

 "Stand-up; gotta Stand-up
they'll be a sweet sunrise in the morning"
 

The phrase “Close your eyes and see” is reflected in my original lyrics as the final line but not sung in the final mix of the song. You will have to imagine them.

Please subscribe to my YouTube Channel and follow my Artist Profile on Spotify and Facebook just because because!!
David Husted Music Youtube Channel
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Thank You Again for giving this song a spin!
May there be a sweet sunrise in the morning 
Close your eyes and see.

I continue to love creating music and I continue to be honored that you share a bit of your time with me.Thank You.

Sincerely
Dave
davidhusted.com

Full Lyrics
93 Million Miles  
David Husted  
Feat. Jeffrey Husted
 

You could just turn-away and let them have their way
Tell us all the reasons why it's too late
Fall into that rage
A burning star of pain 
and you may believe your crazy
You're not alone, we're all afraid

That heat, 93 million miles
That peace, come on home
That heat, 93 million miles
That peace, come on home

Can you take me to that refuge that feel's like a mother's grace
Can you burn away the madness in the light of day
Can you take me too that place?
I know it ain't been easy  
To be that change, to be that peace today  

That heat, 93 million miles
That peace, come on home
That heat, 93 million miles
That peace, come on home

Stand-up; gotta Stand-up
they'll be a sweet sunrise in the morning  
Close your eyes and see

That heat, 93 million miles
That peace, come on home
That heat, 93 million miles
That peace, come on home

93 Million Miles

song about a  past neighborhood  tragedy....happens everywhere , all the time I figure... sad things.. bad things..

Lost Horizon

Solo standing street light shine                                     Your hands reaching out to mine
Floating up through the evening skies
Just like hail and gentle rain
Love is soft, but love is pain
and hard to find under our thin disguise

Cause now that you’re gone                                         
It’s a matter of fact
My lost horizon is fading to black
Got a weapon of war
In my neighborhood 
Cops at the door 
they know I’m no good

Welcome to this land of shit
Head is pounding, eyes are lit
Falling down to meet my gin-soaked master
Empty bottles line the floor
Brimstone shackles on the door
Once a child now a lonely bastard

Cause now that you’re gone
It’s a matter of fact
My lost horizon has faded to black
Got a weapon of war
In my neighborhood
Cops at the door 
I know I’m no good

Shots through the window     
The smoke starts to rise         
And I'm floating so far away   
The look in their eyes             
They can't  touch me              
There’s nothing to say            

Cause now that you’re gone
It’s a matter of fact
My lost horizon has faded to black
Got a weapon of war
In my neighborhood 
Cops at the door 
They know I’m no good
I know I’m no good




Lost Horizon

After I had seen the movie "Out Of Rosenheim" for the third time and had read a book about a number of well-known musicians writing songs about the historical road "Route 66", I came up with my story and Stytz composed this DEMO-track on the basis of my lyrics.
The "Road Of America"  still famous as "Motherroad". Bikers always loved it and love it to the present day telling thousands of stories and adventures referring to  this legend! 
We tried to capture the unique atmosphere and flair of this adventurous trip.
       
Intro: Mother, Mother, Mother Road............
          Mother, Mother , Mother Road 
          You´re a legend I was told
          Mother, Mother, Mother Road
          A million stories on about two thousand miles
Mother Road shows her spines in the heat of the day
Rock`em bikers til they sweat and sigh
C´mon, spread your wings and you ´ll fly
On the road with no bendings mile after mile
Passing by places of great movie times
Like” Bagdad Café” in "Out Of Rosenheim"
Or "Rain Man " at the” Big 8 Motel”
The “Goldrush” ,another story to tell
     Mother, Mother, Mother Road..........
Coffee and bagels at” Dixie Truckers Home”
Get the latest talk from the" Kings Of The Road"
Take a break to relax your mind and your soul
Listening to "Johnny" Cash and "Nat King Cole"
       Mother, Mother, Mother Road....................
"Bobby Troup" and his song of everlasting fame
All those great legends far too many to name
From East to West  , you´re free to take your picks
So ” Get Your Kicks On Route 66”

     Mother, Mother, Mother Road...........................

Outro:  ... a legend never dies...

Mother Road

you can't know what you want if you don't know what you have
to find someone to trust you must first trust yourself
if you are your own person.don't run with the crowd
then don't let talking heads put words into your mouth

you fear things that aren't real
hate people you don't know
you're surrounded by bounty but you're hungry all the time
you can't see the beauty
cause your dark soul's made you blind
turn off the internet and use your own mind

you can't know what you want....

if your priest or your iman is telling you to kill
is he talking as a man or expressing God's will
do you really think if you think this all through
that God wants you to kill someone that you never knew

you can't know what you want...

so look all around you
use your own eyes and ears
you have the strength within you
do do right without fear

trust yourself 2

B side to Good Boy

Bad Bad Boy

Doggie, doggie, ain’t I cute, your little fellow
I’ve got this urge, it happens when I’m bored
You’ve gone out clubbing, this apartment sure is lonely
Solo standing, tail wagging by that open closet door

And there they sit, lined up ready for attention
I slide my tongue up those designer heels
Oh, the fragrance of Italian patent leather
I'm a canine in the candy store with 100 scrumptious meals

Just chew and salivate
Your stilettos taste supreme
All those juicy platform wedges 
I got Guggi in my dreams
Who cares about the colour
Red or blue or black or green
I’ve been a bad, bad boy

Yummy, yummy, your pumps, they sure beat rawhide
Forbidden fruit,  it's like a caviar bone
Your smell it lingers, my snout's inside the toe box
My jaw is thrusting as I grunt and I moan

Then you walk in, home early, unexpected
Pieces of Prada lying everywhere
I hear you screaming, OMG just "F-ing drop it!”
Goodbye, my shoe, my love, I’m running under the chair

Just chew and salivate
I’ve been shaken from this scheme
If I only had more time
I’m in trouble again it seems
I’ll just flash my sad, dark eyes
Turn on my charm machine
I’ve been a bad, bad boy
Bow wow
Bow wow







 







Bad Bad Boy (demo)

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

mad world with crayon

Original demo. No mixing.. no doctoring. Probly 25 years ago..,my voice is really high.. the chorus is dumb… I sounded happy and awake. Rare moment…

Lyrics: blah blah Babbity blah.. yeah yeah same old shit different day.. same old van rusting away

Yay!!

same old place

Mahan Mahan -- @mahan-mahan — Mahan — Washburn acoustic guitars, composition
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1 –- vocals, vocal harmonies, lyrics, four string Warwick fretless bass, Collings mandolin, and Korg piano, Roland Phantom VST strings, and arrangement 
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara -–Ken–drums
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– Earl Scriggs custom banjo, mix, mastering, and production
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – mellotron, sound effects, editing production

This song began with Mahan writing a chord progression on his acoutic guitar in hopes of doing something different than his usual punk influenced raucous experimentation. He shared it with Josh after they found each other on the Cloud a couple months ago, and discovered they liked each other's music. Originally, Mahan asked Josh if he'd add some vocals. So Josh, thinking that was as far as he was going to go with it, came up with the lyrics, vocal melodies, and harmonies. Then Mahan encouraged him to add some more parts, if he wanted. So, Josh laid down a piano, mandolin, and bass part to go with it. At that point, it was sounding like a much bigger production than what either of them had accounted for. 
  That's when Josh got the rest of the Eclectic Collective involved. First in was Ken, who added his awesome drums to the mix. Josh and Ken went back and forth a couple of times, as they usually do when trying to dial in the rhythm section. Tez jumped in next with his dynamic electric guitar solo at the end. Then, Mark came along and added the cool, proggy melotron at the end, too, as well as did some expert editing. At this point, it sounded so big that Josh decided to add the symphonic strings you hear throughout, too.
  Once it was in the can, we turned it over to Stephen who not only mixed it brilliantly, but also added a trippy banjo you can hear in the second to last section. 
  We had so much fun recording this, in no small part because Mahan is such a brilliant and desirable collaborator. He really set us up with some magic, and we ran with it. All of his music is exciting and worth a listen on his page. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Original lyrics by Josh Clary:

I've been high
And I've been low
Been making plans 
For when I go

Time moves by painfully fast
Everything goes and nothing lasts 


We're only here for a very short time 
You live your life and I'll live mine 
Might as well have fun
Might as well go for a run
Hug my kids, my wife, and folks
Before I go x 2

Into forever dreamless sleep
Wish I had a soul to keep
Time’s like water in my hand
Can't stop the clock's 
Relentless plans
 
When it all comes ‘round
I don’t let it get me down 
‘Cause in the end, 
I won't make a sound
This life is very short 
And we're all very small
Everything’s in motion 
On this spinning ball 
Time flows only one way
I wish it were not so
I’m busy making plans for
When it’s time to go
Take the time to wonder
Make time to wonder 
Wonder at it all.

Wonder - The Eclectic Collective with Mahan Mahan

Songwriter. 

I did a lot of public performance with various talented artists. Im now returning to writing and recording.  UPDATE:  Ive found so many great artists to follow but im afraid I cant keep up. Theres always someone new to hear and I dont think I can keep up with the listening and returning support without some delay...

I really did not expect this much support.. I had no idea about the generosity and warm welcome from this community. I will do my best  🙏🏼

Thanks for listening and providing inspiration via your own beautiful art.

email :   liggettservices@gmail.com

Side Note :  My goal here is to upload my catalog to date... thats something I really want to do before this life is over.. ( Im feeling fine today ). Theres so many people out there like me.. who may not ever get the chance to share the creative spark within themselves ... the small ( or large ) contribution to the culture of humanity . This platform.. as others currently and in the past, brings the entire world together in one harmonious creative voice. And if nothing else, shows us that we can really all get along just fine with each other if left to our individual creative desire to do so..

I am humbled by your kind and generous spirit and your willingness to share it.

same old place

Bill Liggett

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