Really lovely melodies you are brining in with the guitar playing around the vocals. Another delight! 👌

🎵 What a beautiful seafaring ballad! Your guitar work and vocal delivery create such a perfect maritime atmosphere ✨ Love how the lyrics explore both physical and emotional journeys 🎸 The way you capture that search for love and meaning on life's ocean is so poetic 💫 Your fingerpicking creates such engaging nautical rhythms 🌟 This song really showcases your talent for both songwriting and performance ❤️ Pure folk storytelling magic about wayward souls finding their way home! ⚓️

cool picking style Bill, easy raw flow you have and a great title

Good song and love your finger style 👍🔝

Very cool song Bill! Terrific lyrics and vocals! Great guitar work!👍😎✌🏼

Hey man, wonderful folk guitar playing and tender vocals... and incredible songwriting xxxx such a privilege to be one of the few people to be hearing your music 🎶  🙏

Words and music written by Bartley Charles Mastin
Performance by Bartley Charles Mastin
Copyright 2023 All Rights Reserved

Lyrics:
Paramour
Standing by
Please don’t cry

Nevermore
He won’t leave
It’s make believe 

You realize
In the storm

Evergreen
Someone new
Just for you
Make it count


Paramour

Plucking and combing through ideas, creating neverending daydreams -- is it artful, or just nonsense?
The imagination runs wild, for most of us; that of a young one runs even wilder.

A plethora of themes streak across this final tune from the first 9 songs of The Hungry Pyknic. Although many of the characters in the song are exclusive to the story (currently unfolding and being written as we speak) comprising Toxic Fever Dreams -- taking place in the mind of a young human being who doesn't quite understand the capabilities of their mental prowess or how to reign it in, whilst they are away from home -- the story concludes such themes pervading all of the songs. Until Toxic Fever Dreams, almost all of the songs' narratives remain inconclusive in their telling, but not their message. However, TFD succeeds in wrapping The Front Nine up in a blanket of surety, but only out of surfeit does this song vindicate disparate and urgent human qualities constantly in states of ebbing and flowing, degeneration and metamorphosis, ever-spinning and never really truly stopping for a moment's notice.
What should one notice? Just ask the Fishmen.


Lyrics:

Hey hey goldfish man
Where is the bright side?
Sonus is king and he's done
Done with his pride.
Drama has gone to sing for
Co-Captain John.
Rosalina DeMayo's song
Took far too long.

Paul says he is Love
This I just shove.
Together in itself
But my mind's on a shelf.
Ohh what a Tangled-up Iron Mountain
Tent I have been.
So much for Hamlet's scene.

Us dancing in The Brushes 
Better luck in the past.
A captain travels there in May
As the Fishmen say 'heyehey'.
I could come with me to the sea
Don't know why...
We all got just a little
A little bit high.

Speckles to sound,
But the Ominous Game can tell.
After the Fame nothing could 
Compare.
As I'm sitting here in
My White Plastic Chair,
I can hear the rain, hear the rain
Here the rain yell and swear.
Hear the rain yell and swear.

Ready to start again
Like Mister School.
Didn't know I Woke upon the
Right Side of the Bed.
Single in strength
Hey Sam, hello hello --
As Cyrus says:
"The Gunman is Here Right Now!"

Some things are better to come!
Some things I'm about to know!
I have her in my room:
Mary's in my room,
And Joe is in the rain.
Joe is in the rain
Joe is in the rain
Better watch whatcha say!

I don't see the Raven 
Anymore.
All I see is 
Castle Mountain Faces.
Hey man, hello hello
See the Spark, Shoot the Lark.
Joe and Mary, look at me
I'm the one you want to be!

This is My dream.
Welcome to My dream.
Oh Toxic Fever Dreams,
Set me Free!

Toxic Fever Dreams

Sometimes the lift dont go up to the top floor………..cheers for having a listen



look how the night chases the sun
to let me know the day's begun
i pull the sheet up to my face
i can't deal with the human race

i'll sit and dream the rest away
don't wake me till the end of may

oh no poor me what can it be
doc smiles and says these aren't for free
now when you're down they'll be your friend
cos you're falling through the cracks again

it's time you tried to have some fun
some things are easy said than done

oh no poor me go fund me please
help put my worried mind at ease
my vegan steak is bleeding beets
one fish two heads three cows four feet

doc shakes the bottle he smiles and says
you're falling through the cracks again

Oh No Poor Me

another work in progress featuring the excellent and cute Russ Stone on piano

Status Quo (Demo)

LYRICS

I can tell by the way you hold me
There's somethings wrong
Why can't you tell me
It's been this way too long

And I gotta feeling, yeah I gotta feeling
There's a storm coming on.

I can tell by the way you kiss me
There's no warmth in your embrace
So why can't you tell me
Straight out to my face

And I gotta feeling, yeah I gotta feeling
There's a storm coming on.

Instrumental

And I gotta feeling, yeah I gotta feeling
There's a storm coming on.

Outro

There's a Storm Coming On

Some blues for the afterlife...
From the album "Röckers" (2024)
Lyrics:
I've been drinking lightning caught in a bottle
Smoking smokestack lightning and tar
Tasting poisoned honey from the apiary
Watching documentaries
On the sex lives of Czars

I've been promised enlightenment along my path
Reading ancient manuscripts
The demise of empires
Stepping over the bodies of my rivals

If you're going to the afterlife
Yeah, you need to be tough
You need more guts
If you want to go far
I've got mine pickled in my canopic jar

Friends, never take the lowest asking price
When the subject is your human sacrifice
"Spirits, make yourselves seen!"

If you're going to the afterlife
You know that you need to be tough
You need more guts
If you want to go far
I've got mine pickled in my canopic jar

Canopic Jar

Blots is a mesmerizing trail to explore, a hollow lead, an energizing escape.
The track is from my EP called INK: It is completely instrumental, a soundtrack of a sort, an experiment with distortion and a return to dark electronica.

Blots

Auteur compositeur interprète production: EmmaJack
Aide mixage Grebz
Mastering :Jean-MIchel Vaicle

EP Interractions

In the middle of the night, he’s woken by a sound
The walls are shivering, voices are too loud
In the dark, eyes wide open, he’s on the lookout
They think he’s asleep as a good boy (they hope it)
All that he wants is disappear in his dreams
all that he wants is spread his wings
and become invisible, invisible

Each day he can guess the storm is coming
(Each day he can guess the storm is coming)
by the way his dad parks, by the way he’s walking
He knows for sure the storm is coming
(can’t stop the blast, can’t stop the blast)
Only thing left, try to be the smallest

All that he wants is disappear in his dreams
All that he wants is spread his wings, and become
Invisible, cause he is invisible

At school they can’t guess, he's a silent witness
So nice so shy, 'cause he is (always) invisible

Next night at midnight he will reach the woods
(can’t feel the cold, can't feel the pain)
he can hear the call of wolves and owls
He will walk in the dark, slowly, barefoot
(can’t feel the cold, can't feel the pain)
He knows he’ll be safer in their invisible world

All that he wants is disappear in his dreams
all that he wants is spread his wings
and become invisible, invisible

Interactions

Invisible

Invisible (silent witness)

This song was written a while back... It was written under my pen name " Greenfleamusic " there is a video of a live demo.. here 

:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=acsktosKyg8      

Along with a few other writing demos... some of which is ongoing so it is private for now... but theres a few you can watch...

Its another one of those songs I love to play just because it is a challenge for me with and the voicings and interaction with the vocals.

Lyrics :
sailing forward guided by a boundless line
tethered by a pair of loving unseen hands
A thousand obligations follow in your wake
as sleepless navigators follow you in kind

You may see a face in the morning light
that was breathing you softly
through your sleepless night
you may try to explain but you wont succeed
things are good.. things are fine
when your getting the love you need

and as your sails are filling in your waking dream
youre sailing on a sea of storming memories
the rise and swell of these events may show to you
your self indulgent journeys cluttered up the view

You may see a face in the morning light
that was breathing you softly
through your sleepless night
you’ll know right then that the day is right
things are good.. things are fine
when your getting the love you need

passing one another on the dreamless waves
perusing distant shores that they may never see
the wayward sailors nod and hurry on their way
just when the dawn appears to light the present day

They may see a face in the morning light
that was breathing them  softly
through their sleepless night
they’ll know right then that the day is right
things are good.. things are just fine
when they’re getting the love they need

Wayward Sailor

Latin Night Coffee 4

Loneliness

No AI. None at all. Hello!   If I was good enough, something would have happened by now…maybe it  did and I just didn’t pay attention. Maybe I’m in the midst of something.

I’m primarily a Songwriter and play and sing too. 

I used to  perform with various talented artists. Im now returning to writing and recording.  Theres some evidence of this…

Theres always someone new to hear . 


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 ….right?

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

I’ve been ignored by some really talented people.. it is my claim to fame.

Wayward Sailor

Bill Liggett

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