worthy covers only

NO PLAYLIST NEXT WEEK - WILL BE ON A ROAD TRIP.

Monday Playlist week of 10/6/25

Daily Drops

TRUTH RUSHES FROM THE FARM TO THE CITY

Copy of Weekly Wave

Paploviante

Hand on the Rock

Halfway Between Here and New Orleans ©
Original - Riff Beach ( RiffWerx - 2016, Revised 2022 )
Lady Luck…..
Well, she left me out in Reno
Just one more throw
Before the red-eye home
You know I just wanna’ hop a streetcar
Or, maybe, take a shiny limousine
I’m so tired of being crammed into airplanes
That kinda’ travel just leaves me feeling mean
(Chorus)
Well, there’s sure something in living sunrise to sunset…..
But, I’m not sure exactly what it means?
And, just some thoughts on my way back to you
Halfway - between here - and New Orleans
Remember that time down on Decatur
Or, when we first met on Magazine?
We knew that sooner - or - later
We’d end up halfway between here….
…..and New Orleans
And somewhere over the Mighty Mississippi
You know you’re right there in all my dreams
All the time we’ll spend together
Halfway between Here…. and ….. New Orleans

Sunny Beaches

Halfway Between Here And New Orleans ©

Halfway Between Here And New Orleans (Live) ©

a COVER of a great song written by JIMMY REED in 1961 
Bass David Warner 
rhythm , lead and slide Guitar Roger Walker
percussion Francis Hornby 
vocals Roger Walker and 
Francis Hornby . 

recorded in Stockport (which isn't shit !!) 
and Macclesfield 2023

i do not claim or own copyright to this song

powdered mountains 

bright lights big city COVER . written by Jimmy Reed (pictured) 1961

Original The Beatles 1968 this is a cover of Jeff Healey's version

PdB Orchestra : Guitars & Organ

While My Guitar Gently Weeps

Harvest Moon

Original sung by Bette Middler (1979)
Written by Amanda McBroom

This is one of my favorite song, just had to do it....

I used Piano backing track

The Rose (Cover)

I recorded this at about 4 AM chicago time.  Its spring ahead daylight savings time. We lose an hour and hopefully gain some sun. 
I really have a very small catalog of cover songs I know. This one I used to play live at every show.



Summertime  ( Gershwin )

This year is the 50th anniversary of the ABC Movie of the week Trilogy of Terror- It was 3 chilling adaptions of 3 short stories written by the great sci fi author Richard Matheson. The late Karen Black ( not only a wonderful actress,she was also a great singer and songwriter) starred in all 3 of the features playing 4 characters.  As 12 year old kids of course we were the most horrified and terrified by the final story Amelia - a  story about  a demonic warrior doll that comes to life and starts attacking poor Ms. Black
here is a youtube link to Amelia the third story in the Trilogy of Terror ( 24 minutes)-https://youtu.be/hjr0ziHwraw

 Starts out pretty chill but the last 10 mins of that film were very intense for us in 1975 ..we kids couldn't sleep well for a few nights .. I wrote the song as an homage to the story/movie/Ms. Black ( she didnt really like the movie) as well as using the story as  metaphor for the demons that live in us all
my electric guitar playing scared the dog as usual
hope my silly song does not scare you too much
3 short clips from Amelia are spliced in there


Karen Black And That Creepy Doll Attack

The hunter and the hunted
The virtue and the sin
Inside of every creature
Light and dark reside in them

Zuni Hunter Fetish Doll
The puppet seeks its prey
That TV movie freaking out
Us kids back in the day

Trilogy of Terror
The duality of man
Unrestrained we let our monsters roam
On which side will you stand

The camera films a gruesome tale
Shag carpet bloody scenes
Kitchen knives and voodoo jive
A f$%ked up figurine

Karen Black
And that creepy doll attack
Wish I coulda been there
To pull it off her back
Karen Black
She ain't coming back
He who kills, all screech and shrill
Has got her mind hijacked

Break

The moral meets the message
Let fight defeat the fear
Repressed regret you can't forget
Like finger pricked by spear

She can't smother, drown or stab it
Or burn it up you see
When she locked it in a suitcase
It escaped eventually 

Take the hate from your heart
And turn it on its head
Or like the Zuni wooden doll
It hunts you down instead

Stand up against the doubters
Don't doubt the space you find
Ignore those dirty demon dolls
Who scream inside your mind

Ms. Karen Black
Why does she smile like that
Her Zuni fate, she sits in wait
Her Mama will get whacked
Karen Black
Such a creepy doll attack 
Quadruple billed her acting thrilled
My half century flashback

Karen Black
Karen Black and that creepy doll attack 
Karen Black 
Karen Black and that creepy doll attack

Karen Black & that Creepy Doll Attack

A little song(a bit rough around the edges) about the late great comedian Bill Hicks
It's a musical tribute to his It's Just a Ride monologue, which is on YouTube, and I have spliced it into the song
Bill died of pancreatic cancer only 32 years old in 1994 when he was at the height of his  career.
Memento Mori............................. a reminder for us all to enjoy the ride while we can.............................................                Run Free Bill...We still listen and remember 


Riding With Bill Hicks

It's just a ride, this life, this moment  C A7
It's a Tilt-A-Whirl of the mind             Dm Fm6
So if you please, please take a seat  C A7
Buckle up it's party time                        Dm G
Feel the thrills and chills and colors    F C
Round and round a dizzy trick            Dm Fm
My mind on rewind                               C
Back to ‘89                                            Am
Now I'm riding with Bill Hicks             F G C

Some people get so worried
They can't believe it's just a ride
Big bank accounts and fancy cars
Live to work the sweat and grind
And those war machines must be time machines
They always turn up in the mix
Leave the fear behind
Keep an open mind
Now you're riding with Bill Hicks
                                                      
The profound meets profane            F C
Swift barbs of the dark brigade        Fm C
Fantastic at sarcastic                         F
Homemade hand grenade                C b Am
Unfiltered and unafraid                      Am G

Break

As I sit here tonight and ponder
Growing softer in my Easy chair 
Bill's dream's still a dream for this mean old world
Bombs are dropping everyday out there
Another good one gone before his time
Just like his jogging foe Jim Fixx
Hope they are lighting up a fat one on the other side
Rest in laughter William Hicks

Riding With Bill Hicks

No one knows what they’re doing
Don’t believe everything you think
Some things aren’t worth pursuing
Don’t believe everything you think
Feelings aren’t facts
They’re weapons of mass distraction
Holding on won’t change the past
You can win the game by not playing
Complaining won’t change the past
You can win the game by not playing
Don’t believe everything you think
No one knows what they’re doing
Don’t believe everything you think
Some things aren’t worth pursuing
Don’t believe everything you think
If everything around you is darkness, you may be the light
If everything around you is darkness, you may be the light
If everything around you is darkness, you may be the light

Don't Believe Everything You Think

I had a dream to be a basketball player when I was very young.I gave it up, but kept watching ball games for years. I wrote this song Inspired by the great players’ super plays and strong minds.
And this is a song for all the people who are fighting in the life.

Lyrics 

Just wannabe my self, Stand!
Don’t know what to do
I know without ( what) I used to be
 Ice cold in my hands , upside down to sky

Tried to understand 
Let you know
Take my hands tonight 

I see you , Shooting Star to flow inside
Befalling Rising Stars, too grace

I can’t take my eyes off all of you
If you down I’ll be staying with you 
If you fall (you) could be staying with me

Shooting Star

opening clips Kurt Cobain /Courtney Love and Courtney Barnett /  Kurt Vile..... both doing duet covers...
Leadbelly's In the Pines..Jen Cloher's Fear is Like a Forest...  .....somehow it's all supposed to relate to a song that is about, what was, what wasn't and what was wished for....
for all those who are afraid to truly fly

kurt and courtney 


I remember kurt and courtney      Dsus2  D/E

But you prefer young courtney and kurt      D/B  Asus4 A

We both danced around the devil's head    D2  D/E

Then tried to bury it deep in the dirt           D/B Asus4 A

 You played me their cover, Fear Is Like A Forest D D/E

As we sat smoking down there by the sea  D/B Asus4 A

And dreamed of time travel in a rental car D Em

So we could find that Buenos Aires beach G A


And all that was, now it is         GA

The past and future one            DG

And all you prophet sons           G A

Bite your tongue                         D


I've never been to Australia

I'm stuck in memory 

So easily aggravated 

I smell that smoke in the breeze

Plane crash down by the harbour

Bodies floating the sea

I'd rather take a road trip, so I won't think of it

In case like Buddy I fall and I freeze


And all that is, now it was

The past and future one

And all you prophet sons…..bite your tongues 


Bridge    On defence, my travel sense          Em A

               What will happen                           F#m

                What comes next                          Bm

                Like when we were young            G

                When we were young                   A


Secretly us Canadians

Nod our heads and shrug 

Winter winds won't carry those sins 

We'll never win the war on drugs 

Back then I turned you on to Nirvana 

While we were smoking down there by the sea 

As we vowed to shake our sheltered life 

Dreaming of that Bondi beach


And all that was, now it is          GA

The past and future won            DG

And all you prophet sons x3      GA

Bite your tongue                         D


(Slow)


I spun you round some kurt and courtney 

You stream me out  some courtney and kurt

And in that forest deep

Where our fears still sleep

Did I sell you on this trip of hurt?




kurt and courtney

JOY RUSH

(No AI Gen involved - I use my voice and Vst Instruments)
Traduit plus bas
-----
I walk the streets with my head down, fleeting shadow
I do not see you face passing slow
lost in my phone’s glow

And I feel sad, I don't know why the silence stays
I don’t see the time slipping through the haze
In this empty days

In these silent days

Many time, many miles, many left behind
for the single one, once in you life, closer to your mind
Anyone, anytime, may reshape your day
Cause everything, everywhere connects in a way

To change my eyes, to feel the wide, I'll dig inside
A single word can turn the tide
Your smile is the guide

Forget the screens, embrace what's real, I miss my friends,
The path goes on, but never ends
Till the darkness bends

Till the darkness bends

Many time, many miles, many left behind
for the single one, once in you life, closer to your mind
Anyone, anytime, may reshape your day
Cause everything, everywhere connects in a way

Everybody needs to believe
Everybody needs to find someone somewhere
----
Je marche dans les rues, la tête baissée, ombre fugitive.
Je ne vois pas ton visage passer lentement,
perdu dans la lueur de mon téléphone.

Et je me sens triste, je ne sais pas pourquoi le silence persiste.
Je ne vois pas le temps s'écouler à travers la brume,
dans ces jours vides.

Dans ces jours silencieux.

Beaucoup de temps, beaucoup de kilomètres, beaucoup de personnes laissées derrière
Pour cette seule personne, une fois dans ta vie, plus proche de ton esprit
N'importe qui, n'importe quand, peut remodeler ta journée
Car tout, partout, est connecté d'une certaine manière

Pour changer mon regard, pour ressentir l'immensité, je vais creuser en moi
Un seul mot peut changer le cours des choses
Ton sourire est le guide

Oublie les écrans, embrasse ce qui est réel, mes amis me manquent,
Le chemin continue, mais ne finit jamais
Jusqu'à ce que l'obscurité s'incline

Jusqu'à ce que l'obscurité s'incline

Beaucoup de temps, beaucoup de kilomètres, beaucoup de personnes laissées derrière
Pour cette seule personne, une fois dans ta vie, plus proche de ton esprit
N'importe qui, n'importe quand, peut remodeler ta journée
Car tout, partout, est connecté d'une certaine manière

Tout le monde a besoin de croire
Tout le monde a besoin de trouver quelqu'un quelque part

Reshape Your Day

A New wild ride with my talented friend https://soundcloud.com/billy-korg
Lyrics :-
I wonder what
I was doing
Not a lot
Before all this
I wonder what
Was my calling
Stuck in a rut
Before all this

And day by day
And year by year
It fades away
Becomes unclear

Is this the path I should be on
Now that I'm here

A midnight chancer
A moonlight dancer
A real champagner
An entertainer

Billy Korg / winkandwoo 2025

Before All This

Before All This - Billy Korg & winkandwoo

Better and Better

Self programming

About the Song – “Paths” A soulful jazz reflection on life’s journey. This song is a tribute to the roads we walk, the people we meet, and the lessons we learn along the way. It’s not a farewell, but a gentle reminder that every ending is also a beginning. Let it comfort, uplift, and maybe even surprise you. We’ll meet again.

"PATHS" - After going home: we'll meet again!

I’ve somehow locked myself outside, 
And my phone just died
After I read the text you sent me, 
But before i could reply

And then It began to rain, 
so naturally I missed the train
And it’s the last one till the morning, 
so i guess i f*ck*d things up again

But I’ll make it up to you 
This time I will see it through
I’ll crawl down the street for you
 I’ll do anything i have to do

If I can make it there by morning 
Before your tender heart aches
If i can see your porch light burning
If i can beat the break of day

Then i will can find a way to show you
then i will can find the words to say
How I would move the mountains for you 
I love you more and more each day

Yeah I know it seems so strange 
Walking in the pouring rain
In the middle of the boulevard, 
and i am not quite sure where i am

Suddenly the darkest night 
Begins to glow a softer gray
And I can see your house is shining  
Like a beacon far away

Now i see you run outside 
And your arms are open wide
And whatever came before this moment 
Is lost inside your eyes

If I Can Make It There By Morning

Sea of contemplation By Zitou Itou & Wonie Z.

I always liked Van Morrisons Music. This is my version of Brown Eyed Girl  2025 a special tribute 

TRIBUTE " Brown Eyed Girl " (Covered by Glenny G)

💥C'est une histoire vieille comme le monde, un homme convoite deux femmes mais n'est amoureux que d'une seule. La maitresse lui clame sa détresse et met un terme à la relation. Malgré la douleur, elle en ressort victorieuse, car elle se débarrasse de l'emprise que cet homme à sur elle. Merci à Nadja.K de s'être prêtée au jeu, une correction de la voix avec Melodyne et autotune pour un résultat presque naturel.🎶 J'espère que vous apprécierez ce titre autant que nous avons eu plaisir à le travailler.🤍
💥This is a story as old as time: a man desires two women but is truly in love with only one. The mistress voices her despair and ends the relationship. Despite the pain, she emerges victorious, freeing herself from his hold. Special thanks to Nadja.K for joining in this project. A touch of Melodyne and Autotune helped refine the vocals for an almost natural result.🎶 We hope you’ll enjoy this track as much as we enjoyed creating it.🤍

Extrait :
[Verse 1]
Tu m’appelles juste parce qu’elle t’a laissé en plan
Tu aimes venir me prendre et faire semblant
Dans la tête, t’as encore les courbes de mon corps
et sous tes mains, des caresses qui me jettent un sort (ugh)
[pré-chorus]
Ouais, maintenant je vois clair dans ton jeu… je vois clair dans ton jeu…
Tu aimes, me mettre en feu et me laisser seule au pieu 
et j’ai le seum, j’ai le seum.
[Chorus 1]
Dis-moi, où est Luna ce soir ?
Tu sais, c’est l’amour de ta vie
Cheveux noirs, yeux bruns
Un corps plus beau que le mien
Alors, Où est Luna ce soir ?
Je sais qu’elle squatte tes pensées
Comme si elle hante les miennes
Elle est ta lune, je n'suis rien pour toi,
Pourquoi tu perds ton temps dans mes draps ?
Tes mains glissent sur mes cuisses
Et moi je me demande pourquoi,
Alors, qu'au fond, elle est ton supplice  :
Alors « Où est Luna ce soir ? »

Où est Luna ce soir ?

I used a phrase from a comment I received from Stars Mighty Fine as the title.
First, I see a chaotic array of tones, and then I try to create some kind of structure from that chaos. I think the process of composing is simply trying to control the song and sound with all my might.

We Control with All My Might (357)

    Hello friends, I hope everyone is doing okay. I wrote this song in 2017 and it's one of my psychedelic songs! I played harpsichord on it and a Bach trumpet on my keyboard. I was trying to write a song like "Penny Lane" by The Beatles or "Ruby Tuesday" by The Rolling Stones. It has a  "Summer Of Love" feel and look to it and It's about no one in particular but I read somewhere about all these young girls that go to Hollywood and try to break into films or TV and wind up spending their whole lives struggling and never make it and then wind up becoming a server or something and end up destitute and homeless and who knows what else! It's really kind of sad! I've been to Hollywood several times and I've seen the streets lined with homeless people. The movie "La La Land" touches on this issue a very tiny bit but of course it makes it look so glamourous and beautiful that it becomes unbelievable. It's a very hard and unkind business, this show business,  and only a handfull of people actually make it! So my song is about a young girl named Lady Green that goes to Hollywood but never makes it and just gets old and passes away unknown. "What Became Of Lady Green"?
    Charlie sang it very well and I joined in with several tracks of "Ooh's" and "Ah's". It's a very trippy sounding song and I worked very hard on it. There's a ton of weird sounds on it, I think I even played a backards piano and sitar towards the end. 

VIDEO - https://youtu.be/AwGt3Hceoo8

     I put the video together earlier this year and threw in as much eye-candy as I could. I storyboarded this video and it took me over a week to finish it. I tried to use as many colors as I could in the lyrics and the video. I loved the fashion and the sound of the mid 1960's and I tried to capture that look. Everything is just so bland and gray today compared to the that swinging groovy time! This song will begin my most experimental and weird spooky songs that I always save for October and Halloween. I hope everyone enjoys it and please don't do what Lady Green did, it seldom ends well. Peace & Love!✌🏼😎✌🏼

 “LADY GREEN”

SHE HAD GREEN HAIR AND BLUE EYES,    
PURPLE LIPS AND TATOO’D THIGHS,    
PAINTING PICTURES ON THE STREET,                  
IN THE CALIFORNIA HEAT,    
WHAT A SCENE FOR LADY GREEN,     

SHE WORE VELVET GLOVES AND HIGH HEEL SHOES,   
PINK HOT PANTS TRIMMED IN CRIMSON BLUE,      
SEXY SMILE BUT BITTERSWEET,         
THE KIND OF GIRL MEN LOVE TO MEET,      
YOUNG AND LEAN, SWEET LADY GREEN, 
     
LADY GREEN,         
HOLLYWOOD STAR, HOLLYWOOD QUEEN,          
BORN TO GLITTER ON THE SCREEN,          
LEFT TO WITHER, SIGHT UNSEEN,          
WHAT BECAME OF LADY GREEN,          
WHAT BECAME OF LADY GREEN?
          
SHE WAS EIGHTEEN, STRAIGHT OUT OF SCHOOL,      
HOPES WERE HIGH BUT THE FUTURE CRUEL,      
FROM PONY TAIL TO OBSOLETE,    
HAND TO MOUTH AND WEEK TO WEEK,      
NO OSCARS FOR OLD LADY GREEN,

LADY GREEN,         
HOLLYWOOD STAR, HOLLYWOOD QUEEN,          
BORN TO GLITTER ON THE SCREEN,         
LEFT TO WITHER, SIGHT UNSEEN,         
WHAT BECAME OF LADY GREEN?        
WHAT BECAME OF LADY GREEN?
         
BY JIM VALDES © 2017

"LADY GREEN" (Video - https://youtu.be/AwGt3Hceoo8)

Symphony in E Flat Minor - Conflictus 
I have attempted to create a potent emotional and technical foundation in this composition by using E-flat minor, to portray two critical intervals to define conflicting characters,  the minor second and the minor seventh.

To create an emotional profound darkness I have used cello melody in (E-flat minor) to immediately establishes a somber, monumental, and deeply introspective mood, setting the stage for a serious dramatic work that follows.

Acute Tension (Minor Second) has been deliberately used to injects the music with sharp dissonance and anguish. This abrasive, element drives conflict, often suggesting the intensity of the E-flat Phrygian mode.

Somber Depth (Minor Seventh) strings provide the essential melancholic color and stability of the minor key to allow for broad, cohesive irritating melodies to define chaos and conflict.

The use of alchemy pads & strings in between the abrasive, close tension of the minor second and the deep has successfully created a reflective sorrowful mood of the minor seventh.

Produced in the
ARAPA Music Studio
Sydney - Australia

Artwork:  #azcreativestudiosydney

Symphony in E - Flat Minor, Conflictus

Me and D'mendo bumped into each other on Soundcloud and I was blown away , you must visit his page , fantastic singer/songwriter/musician https://soundcloud.com/dmendo-boteli-escritor/tracks . I took one of his songs , added strings/guitars and backing vocals then re mastered it , you will love it ! It's not just a one off , there will be more Anglo/Mexican songs to come ! Following this are more songs with Kim , Gaz Brownie and Dave Cooper with two almost complete songs with Dave and Tony Harris . Axel Menningen is working hard on the massive Xmas production we put together with Andrea Brennan and a cast of many .
Thank you so much for all the support , it means so much ! Me and Charlotte's album links are below
www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLA…L7MJ_1UTdMo0MjJLM
open.spotify.com/album/78ewrWZjS4…DSSrOdWlanz6UPMw
Verse 1
In autumn, from the tree of mysteries, the wind tore off sixteen leaves
On six it said "we will meet"
The other ten told many things

Verse 2
The trunk of that tree was skin
That we caressed mutually
We merged our bellies by night
And we became one, that time

Pre-chorus
It's true we were born separate, but destiny brought us together, you see

Chorus
We live this story between the two of us
Destinies that come together in a dream
Loves defined by a God
We are blessed for this
Undoubtedly nothing will separate us
A silent pact that we fulfill
We will love each other for eternity
We will be with love like two children

Verse
Now a truth is clear
I have two leaves from that tree here
On one our names are written
On another it says I am for you

Outro
The others tell that we will be together....
Until the end...

Please note that translations can sometimes capture the essence and meaning but might not be word-for-word literal due to differences in language structures and nuances.

Español

Verso 1

En otóño, désde el árbol de misterios,
el viento le arrancó diecíseis hojas
En seis decía "nos conoceremos"
Las otras diez contaban muchas cosas.

Verso 2

El tronco de ese árbol era piel
Que nos acariciámos mutuamente
Fundimos por la noche nuestros vientres
Y nos hicimos uno, aquella vez

Verdad es que nacimos separados, pero el destino nos juntó, ya ves.

Coro

Vivimos esta historia entre entre los dos.
Destinos que se juntan en un sueño
Amores definidos por un Dios
Estamos bendecidos para esto.

Sin duda nada nos separará
Un pacto silencioso que cumplimos
Nos amarémos por la eternidad.
Seremos con amor como dos niños.

Verso.

Ahora queda clara una verdad
Dos hojas dése árbol tengo aquí,
En una están escrito nuestros nombres
En otro dice que soy para ti.

Outro

Las otras cuentan que estaremos juntos.... Hasta el fin..

Como dos niños

Como dos niños ( Like two children )

Was discussing The Replacements with a friend and had the urge to write a tune in that vein, and, gosh, there was inspiration right there in the daily news.  This was a quick & dirty one day write &  record, but then quick & dirty seems to be the order of the day.

hey mr tangerine man you're not fooling me
I'm not stupid and we all know what you're trying to do
hey mr tangerine man you're not fooling me
and you know we won't be mourning when they're burying you

you rake the air incessantly with your heinous flapping lips
while your golf shirt hides your tits
and your tiny grey hands twitch
all the citizens feel gypped
we're all waiting for a massive stroke to do you in
i'm ready to move anywhere I want to emigrate
but come back for the parade past the golf course where you're laid
i'll fight the urge to urinate

Mr Tangerine Man

Gimme / feat. Patricia Edwards / Paploviante Music
Vocals and Lyrics :
Patricia Edwards
https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/16204/gimme-89bpm-pop-acapella
https://soundcloud.com/patriciaedwards
Paploviante:
E Bass, Composing, Arrangement, Mix and Mastering
Picture: AI Perchance

Gimme feat. Patricia Edwards-Papploviante

Cast of Characters:

The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl -- vocals, lyrics, Ovation acoustic guitar, and composition
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ and upright piano, and JJ's angels (voice synth)
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass and Collings mandolin
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –- VST fiddle
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — Earle Scruggs custom banjo, production, mix, and mastering

This is the latest in our series of songs Carl has written about us. Being as both Tez, a lifelong, and to a lesser degree, Carl are Manchester United fans, Carl siezed on the opportunity to celebrate their shared fandom. Although the lyrics are a little inscrutable to us Americans, we love that football (soccer) fans from across the pond will know exactly what he's talking about. 
  Carl wrote this song on his acoustic guitar, and upon sharing it with us, we weren't sure as to the direction we wanted to take it. JJ threw down first, adding his good-time-sounding upright piano and strikingly beautiful organ to the mix first. He also added the subtle human voice choral synth you hear throughout. Enchanted with Carl's composition, Josh next added his bass and mandolin both in the same recording session, without even closing his DAW. Mark was in right after, adding his friendly fiddle solo as well as fiddle fills throughout. Being as the song is about him, Tez came along shortly after and added the tuneful intro and outro on his guitar. Then, as it was just about to sit for a while, Ken added his very tasteful, perfect drums to the mix, thus completing the rhythm section. 
  Before we put a bow on it, though, Stephen made it back from his week in the Colorado wilderness in time to add his magical banjo to the mix. Speaking of mixes, now it was time for one, and we turned it over to him, our in house pro, to do the honors.
  We all really enjoyed working on this one. It is an example of Eclectic Collective taking one of Carls songs and having our way with it. Always a team effort getting it over the line, but we always manage to do it. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Original lyrics by The Beautiful Dark:

Division Two Champs, '75
Small consolation for '74 cries
Fan wow land psyched
True Red Devil in this life

We fell to Leeds
Last Division 1
We had the Irish
Man, I followed them
McGrath didn't train
A different breed
Golden era
Boozed up greats as seed

Then, we mostly won
But still, these moments to memories shone
Keane's end at Juventus
His team's power won
Beast perseverance
2-3 semi so they march on

Teddy & Ole
Broken Bayern lines
Videos with no YouTube
In sport mad mind

Great from great, Cantona
Flying curve ball martial artist
Old Leeds leech
A la French finest

Man Utd before Glazier fud
Old Trafford dreams
Red Devil blood
A fan forever no matter loss
Good grinding Fergie
Our hairdryer boss

True Red Devil
Hughesy's volleys
Arsenal disheveled
Good Giggsy speed
End to end
Back of the net
Great teen we get
Front of our dreams

True Red Devil
Scars from Aguero
And Barce's better
New cycles please
We've been Malcolmed
Bought like shop
These greedy Glaziers fucking up
Our theatre of dreams

If only for Fergie time
We'd be doing just fine

True Red Devil (Eclectic Collective)

this is another track , written, played and recorded while Netta was visiting from Norway….cheers for having a listen and your support👍

Who Can Say

Remind me of that song again
The one that has the saddest end
you know it too, you sang it to me
Long ago

Got me thinking about that time.
When I was yours and I had mine
Now we just live somewhere in the past
mmmm

Whatever happened to those days?
Nothing ever stays the same
Could it be the one that got away?
Who can say?

I could plan for days and days
There must be a thousand ways
That I could try and make you see
That you belong here with me

I dont really worry now
tomorrow made up it’s mind
And today feels like an only friend
and yesterday left us behind
again

Who Can Say

love you through Infinity

Hello. So funny, as years ago I was jamming with a bunch of friends and I asked Allen what he was playing on guitar when we took a break. He said… it’s a simple farming song. I laughed as the melody was great. Maybe most of my songs have been simple farming songs. This one definitely is. It came about after I was exploring some overdriven slide guitar, trying to work up a heavy Blues tune. None of that was panning out, so I just grabbed the Dobro and kept it simple. Everything about the song just fell into place, to include some vocal shenanigans. In other news, I’ve got a long chore list to get after before the snow flies. One quick chore was climbing up on the garage and shoveling Bandit’s droppings off the roof by the apple tree he loves. Bandit is a raccoon. It also gave me a chance to pick some apples on the branches that overhang the roof. I left more apples than I picked… for Bandit and the deer that come in here… Bandit likes apples and unknowingly helps to fertilize the apple tree. Everyone pulls their weight down here on the farm. Hahahaha. Birds are migrating through in waves now. I sit out on the porch in an old chair and watch them. Sometimes I get to see a bird or two I haven’t seen before and look in the field guide to try and ID it. So there’s a bit of ornithology going on ‘round here too. Anyway, I hope you’re doing well wherever you are, with whatever you’re doing these days. Thanks for dropping by for a spell. Mark

Down Here On The Farm

Fired up to be recording again with Lou Taverna.  Always a favorite, Lou's guitar work is fire and on display once again.  We've recorded almost 20 tunes together on Soundcloud and always a thrill.  Spend a little quality time and check out Lou's superb playing and compositions:

https://soundcloud.com/jamie-rhind/sets/tearing-it-up-with-lou-taverna

https://soundcloud.com/louis-taverna

And as always, thank you for your generous time listening, for your comments and for your shares.

Jamie

Sly Groove

Thai Goddess II

Original Lyrics by Tony Harris that inspired Mike.
Vocals, instrumentation and mix by Mike Fox.

HE GREW UP BACK IN THE DAY
WITH TWO GUITARS IN THE HOUSE
ONE WAS SPECIAL TO HIS MOM
NOBODY KNEW HOW TO PLAY

IT BELONGED TO HIS UNCLE
THEY CALLED THE GUITAR MAN
THAT WAS KILLED IN THE BIG WAR
NEVER GOT TO PLAY IN A BAND

(CHORUS)
HE WROTE THIS SONG
ABOUT THE GUITAR MAN
HE NEVER GOT TO MEET HIM
OR WRITE A SONG WITH HIM
PRAY HE'S UP IN HEAVEN
PLAYING IN A BAND

HE CARRIED HIS GUITAR 
EVERYWHERE HE WENT
ALWAYS HAPPY TO PLAY
HIS PLAYING WAS HEAVEN SENT

(GUITAR SOLO)

THEY ALWAYS SAID HIS UNCLE A. J.
WOULD BE A STAR SOMEDAY
BUT LIKE SO MANY OTHERS
HE HAD A BIGER PRICE TO PAY

HIS MAMA GAVE THE GUITAR AWAY
CAUSE NOBODY KNEW HOW TO PLAY
IT WAS JUST COLLECTING DUST
WISHES HE HAD THAT FLAT TOP TODAY

(REPEAT CHORUS)

2025 (C) Lyric by Tony Harris

Playing in a Band - Collaboration by Tony Harris and Mike Fox

City Blues

Songster version was a little ‘copla’ about not being able to be with, nor without, a loved person.  As usual, I’ve ‘upgraded’ it, process from which you only get the final result, normally. 

But, following lyrics’ contradictions, I not only serve parts with different levels of (dis)order in heavy rock - flamenco sauce, but raw vs very cooked parts as well, starting with the improvised phone recording of the very first idea I had to develop the song, so please excuse my failures and noises.

Letra  /  Translated lyrics:

Te veo venir (No te vuelvas a ir)  /  I know where you're coming from (Don’t you leave again)

Te veo venir,                                                 /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando vienes con esa carita de pena,        /  when you come with that sweet sad face,
te veo venir,                                                  /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando vienes llorando sin que te duela,     /  when you come crying without any pain,

te veo venir (x3)                                            /  I know where you're coming from, (x3)

Te veo venir,                                                 /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando dices que quieres hablar conmigo,  /  when you say that you want to talk to me,
te veo venir,                                                  /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando quieres estar al lado mío,                /  when you want to be by my side,

te veo venir (x3)                                           /  I know where you're coming from, (x3)

Te veo venir,                                                 /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando vienes con esa carita de pilla,          /  when you come with that sweet sly face,
te veo venir,                                                  /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando vienes con esa sonrisa, chiquilla,    /  when you come with that smile, little girl,

te veo venir (x3)                                            /  I know where you're coming from, (x3)

ER33FI03 RUIZZO©1996 – FRANCÉS RECORDS®2016


Factor Integrante

Te veo venir (No te vuelvas a ir)

Ah, nostalgia.  Maybe the older we get, the more we keep longing for days of our past.  Just some sweet memories of my childhood days living as share-croppers in the Louisiana Delta near the Mississippi River.

Take Me Back(Original)

There is so much talent and variety here, and most of the people are pretty cool too. I love being part of this community. Listening to your music and being heard in return is enough.

Still reading? OK I'm gonna muse a bit. It's hard to fully convey how much this forum has meant to me. There are people I've never met that feel very much like old friends -- and in a very real way they are.
If I follow someone I make every effort to listen to and support their efforts. It's certainly not a transactional relationship but I do tend to limit my follows to people who engage in mutual listening and engagement. If you listen and leave a comment I always try to listen to *your* music when responding! If you follow at random without any feedback I hope you get something out of that too... ; )

Mr Tangerine Man

Jeff Roberts