nice guitar playing and vocals!! great sound

Another great song. Nice chord progression.

Really like this song! Tight and well done.

Great sound, Jeff.  Love songs about Texas towns. Got one about Abilene myself coming on my page soon.

My all-time favourite Pink Floyd classic is "Shine On You Crazy Diamond". Here is the video link https://youtu.be/74MSv7t4AAM?si=kTWA2bxMcZlWW9Th

Shine On You Crazy Diamond (Pink Floyd Cover)

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This song is for anyone who is sick and tired of being lied to and manipulated by the powers that be.

I ran into an old friend he didn't have much to say
I said "hoss how you feeling? You ain't looking to good these days"
So we ducked inside this little dive and we had a drink or three
He said I don't mind talking now 'cause it's the only thing that's free
I feel like I'm up against and no one gives a damn
People just look right through me yeah they don't remember who I am
I wanna be my brother's keeper but sometimes I just don't care
I wanna cut it loose, gonna light my fuse
Let em know that I'm really there.

'Cause I'd rather be drinkin in hell than sober in heaven
Rolling with them snake eyes up instead of seven eleven
Screaming with the losers at the winners
Fighting them saints with the sinners
Well I'd rather be drinkin' in hell than sober in heaven.

I've been hunkered down and laying low but the bills keep coming 'round
I could use some stimulation but it's nowhere to be found
They say just grin and bear it son because help is on the way
All I got is time in the hiring line while I'm waiting on some better days.

Well I'd rather be drinkin in hell than sober in heaven
Rolling with them snake eyes up instead of seven eleven
Screaming with the losers at the winners
Fighting them saints with the sinners
Well I'd rather be drinkin' in hell than sober in heaven.

Good folks are crying
Good folks are trying
But we just can't ever seem to catch a break
Life just keeps on coming, like a freight train on a run
And there's only so much a working man can take
I'm feeling mean and pissed off
Just worn down to the bone
So my friend pull up a chair because I don't like drinking alone

Yes I'd rather be drinkin in hell than sober in heaven
Rolling with them snake eyes up instead of seven eleven
Screaming with the losers at the winners
Fighting them saints with the sinners
Well I'd rather be drinkin' in hell than sober in heaven.

Drinkin' In Hell

Second part of my father trilogy.
This song is based on a dream I had a good 20 years ago with my father, who had been dead for some time. 
I am in a dimly lit room. It's just me and somehow my father's energy body. At some point, this invisible energy body comes towards me. Then we embrace. It is a merging embrace. Something deep inside me releases and makes me cry. It's not so much a sad cry, but a liberating, soothing cry that pacifies me completely. 
Since this dream, the grudge I harboured against him for a long time has largely disappeared.     
Somehow he has been there inside me since then and I can sometimes visit him (even in dreams) when I want to talk to him.

The arrangement of the song is deliberately minimalist (just vocals, guitar and violin, hardly any effects) in order to emphasise the tremendous intimacy of the encounter between my father and me in the dream described above (there is no longer a "leaf" between us).

My Father  (Lyrics in English)

Would so like to talk to you
Break through the walls to the hereafter
Meet you in a moon cafe
On chairs that stand here and there

You died before the Berlin Wall came down
My son was born on the day you died
Never saw my beautiful wife
Although you had aimed 
For a hundred years of life

You only reached half of it
Life was rarely really easy for you

You were often too close to the stars
Underestimated the danger to your life
Had so many visions
Wanted to live in castles in the air

Then you were all there again
So clairvoyant, wise and clear

Would love to have you with me now
My father, I would love to have you here now 

The dividing wall to you is now open
I haven't met you for so long
You're waiting for me in the moon cafe
I see you in the soft twilight

I want to tell you so many things
What happened after you left
You still wanted to experience it all
Your early death did not grant you that

You were so torn, the demons, they tore at you
You loved the rush, had little sense of yourself

And yet you were in deep distress
My ever-protecting boat
My steadying hand
The lighthouse in my land of chaos

You gave up the shirt off your back
That ultimately cost you your life

Would love to have you with me now
My father, I wish you were here now


Mein Vater (Deutscher Originaltext)

Möchte so gern mit Dir sprechen
Die Mauern zum Jenseits durchbrechen
Dich in einem Mond-Cafe` treffen
Auf Stühlen, die hier und dort stehen

Vor dem (Berliner) Mauerfall bist Du gestorben
An Deinem Todestag wurde mein Sohn geboren
Hast meine schöne Frau niemals erlebt
Dabei hattest Du 
Hundert Jahre Leben angestrebt

Hast grad‘ mal gut die Hälfte davon erreicht
Das Leben war für Dich selten wirklich leicht

Warst oft den Sternen zu nah
Unterschätztest die Lebensgefahr
Hattest so viele Visionen
Wolltest in Luftschlössern wohnen

Dann warst Du wieder ganz da
So hellsichtig, weise und klar

Hätt‘ Dich so gern jetzt bei mir
Mein Vater, hätt‘ Dich jetzt gern hier 

Die Trennwand zu Dir steht jetzt offen
So lange hab‘ ich Dich nicht getroffen
Du wartest im Mond-Cafe‘ auf mich
Ich seh‘ Dich im zarten Dämmerlicht

Ich will Dir so vieles erzählen
Was so geschah nach Deinem Fortgehen
Du wolltest das alles noch erleben
Dein früher Tod hat Dir das nicht vergönnt

Warst so zerrissen, die Dämonen, sie zerrten an Dir
Liebtest den Rausch, hattest für Dich wenig Feingespür

Und dennoch warst Du in tiefer Not
Mein stets mich schützendes Boot
Meine mir haltgebende Hand
Der Leuchtturm in meinem Chaos-Land

Hast Dein letztes Hemd hergegeben
Das kostete Dich letztlich Dein Leben

Hätt‘ Dich so gern jetzt bei mir
Mein Vater, hätt‘ Dich jetzt gern hier

Mein Vater (My Father)

The signature song from our album of the same name Desiree. A barn burning rocker that gets you going from start to finish. The stage is set when a beautiful mystery woman beguiles this small town with her looks and style creating speculation and wonder.

Desiree

Music, lyrics & production by Sergey Ruban

Can You Feel

Now streaming my latest, "SUPERSTAR”. A new original song release, The Creatures.
Can be used in, Film, Ads, and Radio
We had hopes, dreams, and aspirations. She's precocious, she's mystifying! Undoubtedly my, "SUPERSTAR". New York City here we come!
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"The Creatures" on demand. 
Original - Music/Lyrics/Performed by: Morr Serber 
Mixing/Mastering/Engineer: J.S. 
Graphics/Artistry/Blog: GeeQuu 
Production: Made in Canada
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Superstar

Superstar

I've been away from SoundCloud for a while working on my new album and several writing projects, but the album's nearly done, so I thought I'd emerge from my cocoon and post this song, which means a lot to me. It features my good friend Akmaral Zykayeva on violin. For the past ten years, I've been doing a lot of consulting work in Kazakhstan. I met Akmaral in Almaty, Kazakhstan about six years ago. She is a hugely gifted composer, singer, and violinist who records as "Akmaral Mergen" and also as "Mergen" (Mergen means "woman warrior" in Kazakh).
For this song, Akmaral wrote a beautiful six-violin arrangement, playing all the parts herself.
The photo on the cover is the view from my hotel room in Almaty on one of my trips. In the foreground is Almaty Opera House and in the distance are the snowcapped Tien Shan Mountains (the "Celestial Mountains"). Beyond the mountains is Kyrgyzstan. 
Main guitars on this song are my Taylor GC-5 acoustic and my 1966 Guild Starfire XII (electric twelve-string).
The cricket and bird sounds at the beginning and end were recorded by me with a field recorder in a wild area of southern Wisconsin.
(This song can be found on my "Twilight on Tunnel Road" album, which I'm happy to say won the Alternative Album of the Year award from the Madison Area Music Association.)
LYRICS:
"Let Me Go”
Words & Music by Timothy Walsh

Nothing I say to you makes it untrue.
Let me go—I can’t say how much I love you.

Taking it all away, I can’t bear the day.
In the night I just see your face staring at me.
Let me go.

Seeing I don’t know why, why you must try
to go far away now, climb mountains so high.

Every single day, I’m making my way.
I can’t deal with you gone and I’m not okay.
Let me go.

I don’t say you should not go—closing off the future before you can know.
I just can’t get loose from your strings,
they’re wrapped around my heart entangling all things.

I remember how we used to play, how we used to dance, how we used to run,
dissolving in the moonlight as if we were one.
And all those days, all those times, all those nights we held to each other,
held so tight as if we might lose the one thing we love.

And I think that I can’t go on now,
without you I’m lost, I just don’t know how.
Now the light has gone out of my life,
nothing ahead but torment and strife.

Twilight on Tunnel Road

Let Me Go

Crawling on my stomach 
Over shards of broken memories
Some are clear and bright
Some so dark I can barely see
One so sharp it snags my shirt
Here it comes again
This is going to hurt
Some of my feelings 
Have been covered in dirt
I just know 
this is going to hurt
I didn’t come into this world
Quivering and shaking
I came out of this world
A life of my own making
It all goes by so fast
Are there clues in my past?
Some of my feelings 
Have been covered in dirt
I pull out my shovel
This is going to hurt

This Is Going To Hurt

Help!

Introduction in English

Sometimes I have to smile a little when I think about the fact that John Lennon was only 24 years old when he wrote these lyrics. 
He certainly didn't know about the cries for help that come with ageing from 60 plus. The experience of gradual physical decline and the increasing dependence on the support of other people. The gradual loss of autonomy, which is so important for one's own dignity. And the subliminal threat of retirement and nursing homes approaching, which then temporarily pulls you out of your increasing mental derangement by singing old Beatles songs.
But apart from that, he certainly already knew a lot about the hardships of being different, of not belonging; the longing to experience something like love in the worldwide recognition and at the same time having to suffocate and drown in this wave of adoration. 
In the pop era of the time, his desperate cry for help was reduced to a tolerable two minutes
I turned it into a leisurely three-minute waltz. And tried to express my increasing need for help in certain areas of life in different ways: shy and fragile, desperate and humble, angry and almost accusatory. 
And towards the end, I find myself in an almost otherworldly limbo in which a part of me comes to peace with the cry for help and finds its own new dignity in it.

Einführung auf Deutsch
Manchmal muß ich ein wenig schmunzeln, wenn ich daran denke, dass John Lennon erst 24 Jahre alt war, als er diesen Songtext schrieb. 
Da wusste er mit Sicherheit noch nichts von den Hilferufen, die mit dem Älterwerden ab 60 plus einhergehen. Die Erfahrung des allmählichen körperlichen Zerfalls und die sich zunehmend anschleichende Angewiesenheit auf die Unterstützung von anderen Menschen. Der allmähliche Verlust von Autonomie, der für die eigene Würde so wichtig ist. Und das unterschwellig drohende Herannahen von Senioren- und Pflegeheimen, die einem dann mit dem Singen von alten Beatles-Songs vorübergehend aus der zunehmenden geistigen Umnachtung herausreißen.
Aber abgesehen davon wußte er sicher schon viel von den Nöten des Andersseins, des nicht dazu gehörens; der Sehnsucht, in der weltweiten Anerkennung so etwas wie Liebe zu erfahren und zugleich in dieser Verehrungswelle geradezu ersticken und ertrinken zu müssen. 
In der damaligen Pop-Zeit wurde sein verzweifelter Hilferuf auf allseits erträgliche gut zwei Minuten eingedampft.
Ich habe daraus einen gut dreiminütigen gemächlichen Walzer gemacht. Und dabei versucht, meine in gewissen Lebensbereichen zunehmende Hilfsbedürftigkeit auf verschiedene Weise auszudrücken: Scheu und zerbrechlich, verzweifelt und demütig, wütend und beinahe anklagend. 
Und zum Ende hin befinde ich mich in einer fast schon jenseitigen Zwischenwelt, in der ein Teil in mir mit dem Hilferuf in Frieden kommt und darin eine eigene neue Würde findet.

Help!

Help! (Lennon/Mccartney)

This is the first track off the new album "There to here (Part 2)" An instrumental with Doors influence. Also available at Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/7bld1sXMZIFPQb8S8XaNyl?si=f23eb4eb707a45b3
2	and YouTube at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IaKfktZLon0

There to Here  Pt. 2

Doors Open

Doors Open (Instrumental)

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All of my original songs are recorded at home on a 24 track Tascam DP-24. I perform all the instruments and vocals with the help of an Alesis drum machine. My biggest musical influences come from the classic rock era, but I like to experiment with different styles of music. I have always been deeply passionate about music since I was very young. I really appreciate you taking time to listen to my music. I think it's very cool to connect with musicians all over the world. Peace! Please check out my new album Rays of Love on all major music platforms. https://artists.landr.com/064837114323

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