James Tanner – Vocals, Lyric
Walter P. Owen, Clayton Chiesa – Lead Guitar, 
Walter P. Owen – Music, Rhythm Guitar
George Schiessl - Bass, Backup Vocals
Clayton Chiesa – Piano
Clayton Chiesa – Hammond B4 
Clayton Chiesa - Horn Effects
Clayton Chiesa – Drums 
Clayton Chiesa – Mixing/Mastering

I’ve Lost My Mojo

I used to have no problem, was a ladies man,
They melted like putty, while eatin outta my hand 
They use to call me debonair, a real Don Juan;
used to call me a charmer, but now the magic’s gone  

Where did it go
I don’t know
I’ve lost my mojo
I’ve lost my mojo

Where did it go
I don’t know
I’ve lost my mojo
I’ve lost my mojo

My face is pretty red, I’m still feelin the sting
Didn’t see it coming, from that pretty thing
I gave my usual spiel, the smoothest lines I had
All I got was cold-cocked, and a headache real bad

Where did it go
I don’t know
I’ve lost my mojo
I’ve lost my mojo

It just goes to show
Before you know
You’ll lose your mojo
I’ve lost my mojo

I’ve lost my mojo
I’ve lost my mojo

2016 © L. James Tanner

Lost My Mojo(Remix)

L. James Tanner - Lyric
Christine Linge – Vocals
Simon Tomkins - Acoustic Guitar
Markus Lammarsch – Rhythm Guitar
Paul Willis – Bass
Raul R. – Drums
Tim Dobson – Sax
T.J. (Mandoman) – Mandolin
Markus Lammarsch – Strings
Markus Lammarsch – Mix/Mastering


Wilted Rose

(Vs)
Sometimes in the night I hear you whisper to me;
feel your warm breath on my neck the way it used to be,
but when I awake, its back to my nightmare;
My dreams are only dreams, you’re no longer there

(Ch)
I can feel the thorn of the wilted rose,
cutting deep to the core
Still clinging on to the wilted rose
and the thorn hurts even more
It might be a poor metaphor,
but it’s the one I’ve chose
I can’t stop clinging to a wilted rose

(Vs)
There will come a time, I won’t miss you like I do,
but I’m not ready for closure yet, my grieving isn’t through

(Ch)
I can feel the thorn of the wilted rose,
cutting deep to the core
Still clinging on to the wilted rose
and the thorn hurts even more
It might be a poor metaphor,
but it’s the one I’ve chose
I can’t stop clinging to a wilted rose

(Ch)
I can feel the thorn of the wilted rose,
cutting deep to the core
Still clinging on to the wilted rose
and the thorn hurts even more
It might be a poor metaphor,
but it’s the one I’ve chose
I can’t stop clinging to a wilted rose
I can’t stop clinging to our wilted rose

Never letting go of our wilted rose

2016 © L. Tanner

Wilted Rose

James Tanner - Lyrics
Pascal Oubien - Bass & percussion
Raul (Figsounds) - Drums
Ben Owen (Ben0) - Fiddle 
Simon Tomkins - Lead & acoustic guitar 
Christine Linge - Vocals 
Elvis Garagic - Producer

Eve Of Mourning

(Vs)
Hiding in nooks and crannies, shadows are his friend
The fog gives him a blanket, streetlights can't peek in
Sirens in the distance, scream out for him tonight
The darkness is his comfort, the cloak that he holds tight

(Ch)
It's the eve of mourning,
tears fall like the rain
On this eve of mourning,
she's crying out in pain
She's battered and bruised
been hit and abused
On this eve,
eve of mourning  

(Vs)
A dog is barking somewhere, car horns pierce the air
a din of city voices are everywhere
Hugging an alley wall, he moves along his way,
followed by a figure that wants to make him pay

(Ch)
It's the eve of mourning,
tears fall like the rain
On this eve of mourning,
she's crying in her pain
She's battered and bruised
been hit and abused
On this eve..

(Bridge)
He hears a sound, he turns around
as the hammers coming down.
He couldn't run from her father's gun
that followed him through town

(End Ch)
It's the eve of mourning,
tears fall like the rain
Her Daddy's on the run
the deed has been done
On this eve of mourning 
daddy’s on the run

© L. James Tanner

Eve Of Mourning (Featuring Christine Linge)

Music and Vocals - Ramiro Montes De Oca
Lyric/Riddle - James Tanner

What Am I To You

I have saved good people
I have killed them too
I have fed the hungry
and took food from a few

What am I, what am I to you

Sometimes give assistance
and sometimes I subdue
Sometimes I’m a bluffer,
other times; follow through

What am I, what am I to you

(Bridge)
To one I’m good 
to one I’m evil
To some; bring peace
To some; upheaval
It all depends on your point of view

What am I, what am I to you

To some I’m accepted
To some I am taboo
Backed, or a target
like the one I point to

What am I, what am I to you

2017© L. James Tanner

What Am I To You

Staffan Jonsson, Music
Susan Fidler, Vocal melody, Vocals
L.James Tanner, Lyric

Words Are Knives


Wield words wisely, knowing they can be sharp,
don't use them as a weapon for cutting on a heart.
Say your piece in calmness, harsh tones rarely work
It makes hearts go on defense, when they're nicked and hurt

Words are knives
that we can feel
Words are knives
without the steel
Our words can save
or destroy lives
Metaphorically 
Words are knives

Many fights get started, not by "what" is said;
it's "how" things are spoken, that can start a fight instead
How we put it matters, as much as what we say
Either way can cut us, and some cuts don't go away

Words are knives
that we can feel
Words are knives
without the steel
Our words can save
or destroy lives
Metaphorically 
Words are knives

(Bridge)
This is just the way that I see things;
just saying what I believe is true.
We should learn to think before we speak;
become the person we are talking to;
hear how they are hearing you.

Words are knives
that we can feel
Words are knives
without the steel
Our words can save
or destroy lives
Metaphorically 
Words are knives

2017© L. James Tanner

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