Nice, James. Very interesting a a most pleasant listen!

The vid:  https://youtu.be/lMK4QHIsU3Y

With Him By My Side

When I was a little lad, I loved the times we had with dad.  
He came home from work each day enjoying family time at night.
In summers he would come to all our games always sitting on our side.

Soon I grew and moved away, yet somehow by my side he stayed,
always giving me advice filling me with loving pride.
I would go through life smelling his Old Spice with him by my side. 

Even though he's gone I know he's by my side, 
standing here right next to me.
Whatever I may do, he's there to guide me through.  
I know that's where he'll always be.  

With him by my side I sail through my life.  
He will always help me rise.
One day he will see just what he meant to me, 
and I will know my father's pride.  
He gave us his all, and I'm still standing tall with him by my side.

With Him By My Side

Delicate

Sea winds and raindrops in my face
Sound and vision yet reveal you in this place
Can I express so honestly
If you could ever let me be
Wrapped up in your mystery 
And ever in your space

I’ll be walking on water
Every day
In your sweet light
Come what may
In your light ’til the
End of days

So now I have your sunlight on my skin
Penetrates and resonates on everything within
Every flaw that I possess
Will ever flee at your behest
And when your whisper tells me yes
The miracle begins

So let the rain keep falling from the sky
Let the wind blow endlessly, the seas and rivers rise
‘Cause all the storms and floods will be
Nothing more than scenery
As long as I can ever be
Here and by your side

(c)2025 ray cochrane/Dj Lekich


Walking on Water

© 2016-2025 All Rights Reserved Bud Merritt & floyd jane
Janice Merritt: lead vocal
floyd jane: lyric and harmony vocal
Peter Fulham: guitar solos and fills
Bud Merritt: lyric, mix, mastering & photo

It may seem distant but the right track is out there ... somewhere.

The Right Track
too long in this town, too long in shadow
roads lead out, where do they go?
this might be someone's idea of good old days
not mine i'm parting ways

Chorus

i'm leaving
some might think on a wing and a prayer
but there's got to be peace
between here and somewhere
sun on my face, wind at my back
i'm finally... on the right track

day by day, time gets shorter
while my bucket list just runs over
some things age well like a fine old wine
but a spirit chained
will die in time (so...)

Chorus

Bridge

friends say slow down don't go
but what the hell could they know
i got boots older than most of them
and I ain't leaving on a whim

Chorus

The Right Track

CRIM HIST 0607

On a rainy corner of Bleecker and somewhere
A guy’s selling bootlegs of the musical “Hair”
He’s got a Dead Kennedys t-shirt full of stains
And a head full of smoke and graffiti brains
Some preacher’s got a cape and a bluetooth mic
Says “the end is near” well maybe tonight

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la

Now Maria from the Village used to take ballet and tea
Now she’s pouring drinks down on Avenue D
She says she’s going to Paris and Spain someday
But her passport’s expired and her hair’s gone gray
She says “life’s a curse when you’ve got too much soul”
Then she laughs at herself and plays some rock and roll

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la 

There’s Frankie with a limp by the laundromat light
Lost a toe and his luck in a Bushwick fight
Tells me stories about a dancer he once knew
With a husky voice and a switch-up crew
Now he fixes bikes and belts out Springsteen tunes
Says “the world’s lost rhythm but I keep the groove”

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la 

Newsstand headlines scream of fire and floods
But the bodega cat doesn’t hold a grudge
The cops crack wise on a midnight beat
While the rappers trade lines on Delancey Street
I passed by your old place it’s a weed shop now
But I swear I saw you in the crowd somehow

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la 

Steam rises up through an old metal grate
Like the city’s exhaling all of its grief and weight
A kid tags a mural with a trembling hand
Says “my father got ghosted in Afghanistan”
But an old folkie down on Canal and West
Strums “New Morning” in a brown tweed vest

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la

World Rolls On (with Joliz)

Sit in your favorite chair, drink your favorite drink, and let your mind wonder, weaving in and out of consciousness.

Via my keyboard controller I am playing the strings and basses.  Via my breath and keyboard controllers I am playing the soprano and alto choir parts and the alto flute.  Band-in-a-Box is supplying the EP and nylon string tracks using my sound sources.



Peaceful Visions

I'm mad as hell, well no not really! I finally got these old arthritic fingers moving a little so I thought "lets do a blues jam"! So I did but a blues song title like "this apple pie sure looks good" just doesn't cut it.  Hence the title of this song.

I am playing the bass, guitar, and via my
keyboard controller the Arturia B3.  Band-in-a-Box is supplying the drum track using my sound sources.

I'm Mad As Hell

My Dear

I was dreamin’ of a city
Where the buildings live forever         
Some brick and steel painting        
Like a shadow and an echo
            
Middle of October   
Sky gettin’ colder          
Wind hittin’ harder         
Like it’s tryin’ to tell ya somethin’
            
The streetlights sputter sermons
mm-hmm          
And it kinda makes me nervous
uh-huh

Well some folks speak a language         
The city don’t wanna learn        
Written in the alleys
And the barrels that still burn

Drill gang on the corner         
Spittin’ like a drummer           
But the bullets still fly          
Just chasin’ down the summer
        
I was dreamin’ of that city       
Dreamin’ of that sorrow         
Clock says it’s October           
But it’s already tomorrow

Dreamin' Of A City

And I saw you from across the room
Quite so, by chance ...
And so, suddenly, my heart went boom
Seeing your glance ...

I looked down ... and so did you
Once our eyes met ...
We both blushed ... and, tout d'un coup
The moment went ...

And I wonder what it would've been like
To hold you into my arms
And I wonder what we'd have started that night
Had I asked you ... asked you to dance.

***

Many years have passed e'er since that time
I saw you first
And, in my heart with a burning flame,
I see the ghost

Of a beautiful, stunning lady
Who smiled at me ...
With a photo in my hand, so hazy,
Still you I see ...

***

And I wonder what it would've been like
To hold you into my arms ...

And I wonder what we could have started that night
Had I asked you to dance ...

***

Had I asked you to dance.

Dance

James Delsono

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