This sounds like if Edwyn Collins reworked Roger Whitaker's No Blade of Grass. But I mean that as a compliment.

From the very first moments, a certain feeling came over me... it grew stronger with each passing second, until I realized I was listening, utterly enchanted and completely immersed in awe.

Moody & Groovy

Under The Freeway (Kinny) 6:20

Rod Kinny: Vocals, Bass, Rhythm Guitar. Brian Reidinger: Drums, Percussion. Jimi Behringer: Guitars. Donnie La Marca: Keyboards. Steve Clarke: Saxaphone. Engineered & Mastered by Brian Bart. Produced by Brian Bart & Rod Kinny. C2023 Our Kay Songs.

Under The Freeway

Elegant & Romantic

Mood Glow (Kinny) 4:53

Rod Kinny: Vocals, Bass, Acoustic Guitars. Noah Levy: Drums. Bobby Schnitzer: Electric Guitars. Matt Fink: Keyboards, Backing Vocals. Scott Horwath: Keyboards. Rose Oyamot: Backing Vocals. Engineered by Steven R. Hall. Mastered by Joe Lambert. Produced by Rod Kinny. From the Rod Kinny ep. C2005 Our Kay Songs.

The Definitive Collection

Mood Glow

Hoping this one brings a little sunshine to you !!

Wishing you all a wonderful Christmas and Happy holidays.
Thank you for all of your kind support of my music too!

(c) Vocalatti 2024

Comme Ci Comme Ca

And now for my next act
It's not the final one
That act is still to come
Now for my next act
Just when you thought it was done
It's only just begun
The best is yet to come

Now for my next act
Please, please don't leave yet
This is where it gets good
Now for my next act
A rabbit out of a hat
And on top of all that
The best is yet to come

I know the sun is soon to set
But I know I got so far to go before I rest

Now for my next act
Something you won't believe
Can you stay seated please
Now for my next act
I know it's getting late
But it's worth the wait
The best is yet to come

I know the sun is soon to set
But I know I got miles to go before I rest

Now for my next act
It's called the Tower of Doom'
Could you make some room
Now for my next act
Can I get a volunteer to stand up here

Now for my next act
It's not the final one
That act is still to come
Now for my next act
Just when you thought it was done 
It's only just begun

Now for my next act...

And Now For My Next Act

lost in the city

(Til you hit that dust)


Til you hit that dust

Until you peel the rust

'Til you turn to dust

'Til the needle finds your trust

'Til you return to dust

'Til you peel the rust

'Til you finally breathe with us

 
Walkin' tru di valley, 
of di shadow of pain
Searchin' fi di answer, 
to di struggles an' di strain
But di truth is in di journey, not di destination gate
An' di freedom is in di spirit, not di chains we create

'Til yuh hit dat dust, Until yuh peel di rust
'Til yuh turn to dust, 'Til di needle find yuh trust
'Til yuh return to dust, 'Til yuh peel di rust
'Til yuh finally breathe wit' us


In di stillness of di night, we'll find di light
In di silence, we'll hear di voice, dat guide us tru di fight
An' when di dawn break tru, we'll rise up, anew
Wid di wisdom of di ages, an' di love dat shine right tru

So let's walk dis journey, 
                                    (together, hand in hand)
An' when di dust settle, 
                                   (we'll find our promised land)

Till You Hit That Dust

A remembrance of a long gone friend…

The rivers and mountains surround this town
They remind me that you’re not around
And all the talk radio only brings me down
Black telephone

The streetlights flicker on the edge of the rain
A junkie’s shadow whispers your name
And I dial your number just to keep me sane
Black telephone

The moonlight rushes through a hole in the sky
In this whistle stop where the wild geese fly
And she lights one up lets the world drift by
Black telephone

Black Telephone

Another of those long forgotten lyrics from 1980. What's that, Good Riddance? Well, I found the again in my third note-book and put it through the Suno mill. Took a few iterations but found a version I liked in the end. A bouncy sort of pop, rock feeling, you may even like it.

Think

So my son gave me a big band for Christmas, and it took me a while to unwrap that gift, but here it is.

"Any Place I Hang My Hat Is Home" is a popular song with music by Harold Arlen and lyrics by Johnny Mercer. It was first released in 1946 as part of the musical "St. Louis Woman).

music and production - Gideon Llewellyn

We hope you'll enjoy!

Any Place I Hang My Hat Is Home (St. Louis Woman - Arlen / Mercer - Giddy & Rob Jam)

In a weathered worn bus stop
Cast beneath the street lamps sheen
Flipping through every word and page
Of an old movie magazine

Oh the world was turning slow
You always loved the summer scene
We took a gamble on each other
Like Tuesday Weld and Steve McQueen

Well the neon spit and sputtered
As you lit your cigarette
I watched your face in the shadows
A vision I could not forget

And the night just slipped away
In the noise on 4th and Green
We were lost in the twilight
Like Tuesday Weld and Steve McQueen

So the years fly like the wind
Shifting high and shifting low
Now we drink to the heroes
Leather boots and picture shows

Was I cool and debonair
Were you something to be seen
In those black and white moments
Like Tuesday Weld and Steve McQueen  
Like Tuesday Weld and Steve McQueen

Tuesday Weld & Steve McQueen (with Joliz)

Listen to the Birds  is written by Joe DeFilippo and performed by the R.J. Phillips Band, a group of Baltimore musicians. Joe DeFilippo: vocals, bass guitar; Bill Phelan: electric and acoustic guitar; Glenn Workman: piano; Sarah Larsen: fiddle; Sue Pratt: backing vocals; Bill Pratt: drums, backing vocals. Produced & recorded by: Bill Pratt @ the Bratt Studio, Baltimore,MD.




Listen To The Birds

R.J. Phillips Band

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