Seems a bit like jam session in duration.  songs that get much past 3 minutes can lose the listener if there isn't a story that's progressive. merely a product of poor human attention span that is related to the need to pay attention to surroundings.

Don "Zorro of Sorrow" McCarthy– electric guitar
Nathan McCarthy– bass
David Partridge– Vocals, keys, percussion
Produced in Nova Scotia by David Partridge
Words and music by David Partridge

EMPIRE OF RAIN
The road to town shines a bit like satin or like silk.
The culvert flows high and fast like angry chocolate milk.
Leaf-lined gutters overflow. Will they ever drain?
TV guys forecast sunny skies 
But again and again and again
It’s an empire of rain.
 
Someone said, “West, young man– the long coast on the left–
Humongous trees like SUVs; the tapas is the best!”
Mountains and a naked beach but it’s not the same–
Soggy sand and some washed up logs
And we all know just what is to blame–
It’s an empire of rain.

Winter’s one thing– maybe it’s snow 
But that counts as rain
 ’Cause without fail it all goes to hail
And back again.

I had love; I screwed it up– I don’t know what to say
One dark night her sunny side just up and washed away
I begged for her forgiveness but it’s not the same;
Smiles no longer light her face
And only the teardrops remain,
It’s an empire of rain.

EMPIRE OF RAIN

This is our first ever take on this cheerful New Orleans classic, hope you enjoy !!
Wishing all a happy New Year !!
Just for the pleasure, here's a take by the fabulous group Tuba Skinny on this one  : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L3wpJ1tmUfE

Wabash Blues - Happy New Year !!

Don (Zorro of Sorrow) McCarthy– electric guitars
Nathan McCarthy– bass
David Partridge– vocals, keys, percussion
Guest alien– Peter LeBlanc– cello
Produced in Nova Scotia by David Partridge
Words and music by David Partridge

The WobblySaucer aliens know you won't get far in the universe on the power of a few light bulbs. They're nice hanging from the trees, though...

STRING OF LIGHTS 
We all hang tight to our tether
On nights when the dark seems immense
An owl’s call seems like mocking laughter
That’s when you might feel like that string of lights.

This lonely string of lights barely illuminates the trees
Outshone by the rays of a fulsome moon
It sways, halfhearted on the breeze.
The back porch lamp is much the same flickering, hazy moth cocaine 
Alluring to things with powdery wings– the ritual’s always been the same.

The lonely string of lights– each wire, each filament, each reed–
Existed before in a hardware store
With other things nature doesn’t need.
It hangs, as if perhaps it sinned, flickering and woozy on the wind
Measured in lumens, created by humans– that’s where the paradox begins.

We all hang tight to our tether
On nights when the dark seems immense
An owl’s call seems like mocking laughter
That’s when you might feel like that string of lights.

The wind seems to have a lot to say. Lights sway as if they know its tune
And if you get caught in a parking lot
The lights on poles are not immune.
They hum & buzz on stormy nights, faultering, interrupted lights 
They can’t defend us, the dark is relentless– it’s nature, you cannot win this fight.

We all hang tight to our tether
On nights when the dark seems immense
An owl’s call seems like mocking laughter
That’s when you might feel like that string of lights.

This lonely string of lights barely illuminates the trees.

STRING OF LIGHTS

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Inside, the heart still aches
There’s no way around, all the sights and sounds that greet the day
What will it take
Just To climb that hill, such a bitter pill..that lingers there

Outside, the air is light, as the sun appears, and you feel the fears
Begin to grow…another fight
Then you hold the tears and the yesteryears
Inside your mind…

Now I’ll be on my way watching days go by
Searching to find a way and wondering why

Til then I’ll try again, as I watch the change through the windowpanes
And soldier on into a world
Such a pointless cause stuck in these four walls
As darkness falls

Now I’ll be on my way as days go by
Wasting away and a wondering why…

Darkness Falls

Welcome to my World
Lyrics and Music (c) 2024 John David Lawson

Life folds back on itself 
From the last day to the first day
Say hello to the new you
Good morning, happy birthday 

Welcome to my world
Welcome to my life
Everything is magical
Pop on by tonight

Hey, there up the hill
I heard there's gonna be fireworks
We could all bring some blankets
Drink wine and laugh until it hurts

It's so good to be seeing you
In the yellow glow of the sunlight
All my friends really loved you
They don't have to know what we did last night

Welcome to my world
Welcome to my life
Everything is magical
Glad you stopped on by

Magical
Magical
Magical

Welcome to My World

FADE

The story of Icarus came into my memory recently, and this piece is the result.  

It is a tale of King Minos, a labyrinth, and a deadly monster, the Minotaur.  It is a tale about Theseus, a hero who succeeds in subduing the monster to save fourteen youth taken from another land as the Kings offering to satiate the monsters appetite. It’s also a tale of the labyrinth’s inventor Daedalus and his son Icarus, who are punished for helping the hero and banished to a remote island to live their remaining days.  It’s also is a tale of feathers and wax, of directions and attention. Ultimately, it is a tale about staying focused on our goals since losing focus of our goals can lead to us crash and burn, or, in Icarus’ case drown in the sea.

O Icarus, O Icarus, fly in the middle of the air
The sun will melt the sealing wax
The sea your feathers tear
O Icarus, O Icarus, don’t watch the northern skies
Or change course to Orion’s Belt
Don’t turn your wandering eyes
Follow me and stay the course
Keep your eyes on freedoms prize

This song features me on all instruments.

Copyright 2025 Dan Swanson Music

Icarus

A song I wrote about trips to a local reservoir when I was a kid, one of my Mum's favorite spots. Acoustic guitars, Hofner bass, some keyboards and percussion bits, over a great reggae one-drop beat purchased from PocketJams on bandcamp. Thanks for listening.

Reservoir Song (demo)

A musical anatomy of online crankiness, opposition, arguments, bitch-fests, depressive prissiness, vitriol, unfriending, blocking and so on.

'Song's a bit long but amusing, I hope.

I hate the cold, so Winter's not my fave. So far this year I'm loaded up on SAM-E and reasonably well behaved.

This one is a brand new post-mix treatment from 2010 in Baltimore, just after the back to back 48 inches of white death, shovel your roof dummy blizzards in one week. 'Closest I've come to waking up underground and having to dig my way up to breakfast.

The 2010 Haiti earthquake and the financial collapse of 2008 were still fresh in the social consciousness.

So from from years ago, seemingly precient again in the 
light of our national group therapy session with Herr 
Trump, and his proclivity for leveraging social media from 
a position of increasing, and potentially ultimate power, 
to craft the modern day equivalent of a "spell". 

A spell is not a dialogue, you understand.

Intention, wishful thinking, prayer, and meditative 
concentration (as opposed to a more zenny approach of 
letting go of concepts rather than focusing upon them) are all versions of the same thing - the human will, what Rollo May called "Intentionality".

This particular piece documents the mentality of combative social media participants, embodied and exercised by me and a few often hapless others at the time, but before facebook and twitter - back in the old email list days.

In a worst case scenario, and post November, 2016 just might be the worse case scenario, nothing related to individual human egotism, vanity and its expression in, whatever media is the prevailing vehicle at the time, has changed, only the scale of power and influence. 

So today this song might be re-titled "I Pushed Tweet", and it goes out to you know who.

This one is an in-studio multi-track - all tracks me and drum robots, with the exception of Robert Darlington on Acoustic Guitar, Harp and Electric Lead guitar.

I Pushed Send

I am a Combat Viet Nam Veteran .. 51st Infantry, so before you think I have no love for my country, think again .. but I will never stand blind to a leadership that is more for themselves than for their people .. anyway, having said that I wrote this for an Indie film back in 2004 about the Irag War .. submitted it again for another film many years later and that same war was still being fought .. make no mistake I support our troops, but too often what the troops are fighting for has nothing to do with what the war is all about .. But just like then nobody was listening to me but I keep on playing .. Copyright Ray rayski Pitts 2004 ..

Talking 'bout The Colors

One of the last songs I wrote before leaving Nashville, Tn., and heading out to Arizona   After I did this demo they said, "What is it" .. They said, it's not country, it's not Rock, what is it?? ..   I knew I was in the wrong town .. of course I guess they thought I was in the wrong business, haha . .
Copyright Ray rayski Pitts

I Pushed Send

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