The Long Day Stables Set

No Valentine 

Key of A | 4:4 | 112-120 BPM | Train Shuffle 

This one is a fictional story of a boy who lost his Dad, older now but still a kid, reflecting on his loss, just old enough to barely remember him, too young to have made enough memories to hold on to, and whose Momma is so heart-broken, she is unable to move past her own sorrow, to be there for the boy, to start a new life.  Desensitized, lost, and full of grief, his father’s memory is fading, making the pain of loss, and his desire to be loved even greater.  The irony is in Momma’s song, how the boy is drawing parallels to his pain while she sings of hers, and they’re so lost they can’t find each other.   

 

Intro 8 Measures 

Verse 1: 8 Measures 

Daddy found dirt when I was 3, [uh huh] 

He didn’t leave much Momma and me [uh huh] 

The rooster crowed and sang his song 

The sun came up and he was gone [uh huh] 

 

Verse 2: 8 Measures (Vocals change on second and fourth verse) 

I climb the oak tree out behind the chicken pen 

To think about my Daddy and what could’ve been. 

It’s getting hard to find memories, no baseball games, or catch for me [uh huh] 

 

Pre-Chorus:  8 Measures 

I wish this hurt would go away but the pains still fresh and here to stay [uh huh] 

 

Chorus: 8 Measures 

(A) Fill me up with Gasoline, (D) it lights the rag when Momma sings 

(G) No chocolate, wine, just tears for me, (A) No Valentines 

Nothing left but rusty dreams, I burn till sleep while Momma sings 

No kisses, hugs, or man to love, No Valentines 

Bridge/Solo?????   

 

Verse 3: 

I walk the train tracks to the sea [uh huh] 

Swear every whistle’s meant for me [uh huh] 

My Daddy’s ashes in a can and I feel like I burned with him [uh huh] 

 

Verse 4: 

Every step one closer to the morning light. 

Every day one closer to the next goodbye 

Nothing left, no memories, no birthday presents, or Christmas tree.  

 ../ 

Pre-Chorus/  

No, I can’t see nothing now but the blood red sun glow through closed eyes. [uh huh 

 

Chorus 

Fill me up with Gasoline, it lights the rag when Momma sings 

No chocolate, wine, just tears for me, No Valentines 

Nothing left but rusty dreams, I burn till sleep while Momma sings 

No kisses, hugs, or man to love, No Valentines

No Valentines

Hold My Beer 

 

Back in high school sitting down by the lake 
Sipping on some cold ones just my buddies and me 
We got a little froggy and decided to jump  
Right off the cliff from the back of my truck 
 
Here, hold my beer is how it all started 
I’ll never forget those times we had, man, we really knew how to party 
Hold my beer 
 
I saw this girl from across the water 
Moon light hanging on her and I had to meet her  
I could barely swim but it didn’t matter 
Took another sip and said  
 
Here, hold my beer is how it all started 
I’ll never forget those times we had, man, we really knew how to party 
Hold my beer, this could be the one  
I may never look back or I could be wrong  
It don’t matter none 
Hold my beer 
 
That summer past and we said goodbye 
And then she looked back and started to cry  
All I needed was one more song  
One last dance before the summer was gone 
 
Here, hold my beer 
She was all I remember and then the moment past, it just couldn’t last but for a moment in time she’s mine 
So hold my beer 
 
Graduation, college, and a full time job 
A night out with the boys and that song came on  
I heard a voice I hadn’t heard in so many years 
And it said to my friends 
 
Here, hold his beer, that’s how it all started. 

I’ll never forget those times we had 
Could she really be standing there  
Hold my beer 
 
 

Ten years later and we’re back at the lake 

It’s me and the boys and it’s getting late 

Come on Dad let’s go for a swim  

Yeah, you know we jumped right in 
 
Here, hold my beer is how it all started 
I’ll never forget those times we had, man, we really knew how to party 
 

Hold my beer, this could be the one  
I may never look back or I could be wrong  
It don’t matter none 
 

Here, hold my beer 
She was all I remember and then the moment passed, it just couldn’t last but for a moment in time she’s mine 
 
Hold my beer, is how it all started. 
I got the love of my life sitting by my side and I’m never gonna say goodbye 
 
Hold my beer

Hold My Beer

Esta canción esta dedicada a mi tío Lorenzo Fanlo, que trabajó muy duro toda su vida y que fue un ejemplo de honradez y de bondad. Pero también le gustaba divertirse y me encantaba verlo disfrutar en las fiestas de nuestro pueblo, Castiliscar, y en las del Pilar de Zaragoza. Por eso he dividido la canción en tres partes: trabajo, fiesta y decadencia.
Para ver video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=STFvmCr9bHg

ELEGIA A LORENZO FANLO

I don't feel like a farmer's son
On the road, don't know where I'm going
Want to stay somewhere that I belong but I don't feel like being anyone

And I, I'm barely getting by.

I feel the fear but I don't ever let on
And no one gets inside, not past these yellow skies
I weather day by day, never losing hope
Waiting for someone to love.

Yes I, I'm barely getting by

Trying to shed this cold stormy soul
And I can't live my life by candlelight, not anymore
All these shadows are closing in on me
Cleanse myself, my phobia in the rain

And I, I'm barely getting by.

I don't feel like a farmer's son
I take what people give me and I run
Try to justify this life that I've undone
Have I turned my back on love

Yes I, I'm barely getting by.

Farmer's Son

Momma’s Home Cook’n

Verse 1
Roosters crow’n with the morning light - and we rise at the brink of dawn
Coffees on hot and it’s say goodbye to tired eyes, get your britches on

Pre-Chorus 1
Fields need tending 
Horses need grain
Working hard in the Sun and the pouring rain
Tired as a dog at the end of the day
Then it’s grits - and we all
Come runnin

Chorus
Ohhh, it’s like a country song
And we’re all gonna sing along
We love Mommas home cooking
Daddy by the fire 
Drinking whiskey, telling stories
Till the night is gone 

Verse 2
Bareback on the trail and we’re riding high
That’s how it’s done here on long day stables 
Hauling to the shows another rodeo
Yeah, it’s on, and we’re running the table 

PreChorus 2
Driving all night 
Horses need grain
Riding hard in the sun and the pouring rain
Tired as a dog at the end of the day
Then it’s grits and we all come running

Chorus
Oh, it’s like a country song
And we’re all gonna sing along
We love Mommas home cooking
Daddy by the fire 
Drinking whiskey, telling stories
Till the night is gone 

Bridge into Solo
And we all come running home 

Verse 3
40 years later and I’m driving by but it’s gone, another subdivision
No fields, no silo, the barn and the house all gone, all gone

Outro
But in my memories,
The horses need grain, and we’re riding hard in the sun and the rain.
Im still tired as a dog at the end of the day
I yell grits, yeah, I’m always running home
And we all come running home

Personal Earthquakes

Momma's Home Cook'n

Mommas Home Cooking

Prelude, from Thornless Roses (To be released). This is the 1st Mov. of the Epic Orchestral Suite Thornless Roses. Presenting some of the main themes of the Suite.

Composed and Produced by Ulisses Barros

Mixing: Marcelo Berg, Ulisses Barros
Mastering: Marcelo Berg, Ulisses Barros

Uli - Thornless Roses - Pt1 - Prelude

If That Aint Country (Nothing Is) 

VERSE 1 
Wildflowers on the prairie 
Rope swing on the cherry tree 
Braiding crowns out of sweet grass 
Daydreaming about everything 

PRECHORUS  
Sunsetting and she’s still outside. 
Trading butterflies for starry nights 
Her nail polish is the dirt inside. 
No horses but she’s riding high. 

CHORUS 
If that ain’t country, nothing is. 
She’s got a heart like Dixie. 
Brown eyes that smile in the rain 
Patsy Cline would lose her mind. 
Johnny Cash would walk the line. 
Bocephus would tip his hat and C grin. 
If that ain’t country nothing is. 

VERSE 2 
I blame it all on her roots. 
Vivaldi on her violin. 
Ain’t a fiddle but it’s just the same. 
She makes the devil RUN. 
 
PRECHORUS  
Suburban girl in secondhand boots 
That kids got a heart of gold. 
Aw come on now she’s like a southern wind. 
Take her hand, let her carry you home. 

CHORUS 
If that ain’t country, nothing is. 
She’s got a heart like Dixie. 
Brown eyes that smile in the rain 
Patsy Cline would lose her mind. 
Johnny Cash would walk the line. 
Bocephus would tip his hat and C grin. 
If that ain’t country nothing is. 

BRIDGE 
When we’re on the road again. 
Here by my side my highway kid 
If that ain’t country nothing is. 
Waylon, Willy, Charlie Pride 
I ain’t saying step aside. 
But you can’t deny this kid. 
If she ain’t country, no one is 

VERSE 3 
Fireflies and a full blue moon 
Humming Chattahoochee is her favorite tune. 
Piggyback ride in Daddy’s cowboy hat  
It’s a dance that we’ll never forget.  

PRECHORUS  
Her bicycle is her pickup truck. 
By the pond, skipping rocks, and counting her luck 
She’s a nature girl, she’s my beautiful world.  
Two-steppin through my heart everyday 

CHORUS 
If that ain’t country, nothing is. 
She’s got a heart like Dixie. 
Brown eyes that smile in the rain 
Patsy Cline would lose her mind. 
Johnny Cash would walk the line. 
Bocephus would tip his hat and C grin. 
If that ain’t country nothing is.

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Another occasion where Kris Bolin from The Bawl Slant has sent me across some music to mess about with.  It is always great having something like this to work with.  Go check out Kris' great grungy band The Bawl Slant here - https://soundcloud.com/bawl-slant

Music, instruments and backing vox - Kris Bolin
Lyrics and vocals - Marc Freak

RED MIST
Its the red!
I'm always learning but more rapidly I'm leaning
Suffering self inflicted internal bleeding
I only hope the red mist starts quickly disappearing
Can't bare the self-loathing and inner fearing

Who would guess we'd mess up in this way?
The angels falling
Guess its what we get when we have a say
The fools are calling
Pampered up and showered in champagne
Our morals scattered
Never realised we were quite this vain
We're bashed and battered

When towers fall and whole cities barely survive
This is just a momentary glimpse into my mind
Eradicating whole generations in acts barbaric and unkind
My inner searching is working hard on the goodness yet to find
There's one red mist after another and each one more unclear
There's protestors waving banners declaring the end of the world is near
I'm sitting having a giggling fit as I down a pint of beer
It doesn't matter what you say I'm determined I won't hear

There's a red mist hanging for too long
The world can see it
What the hell did we ever do so wrong?
I didn't agree to it
Where's the key to open up new doors?
Its old and rusted
Yesterday I woke from demon jaws
I'm glad I trusted

Take me to the pharmacy
These fascists sing in harmony
There all the same from what I can see
Is this really a diplomacy?
They march whilst chanting populist lines
That appeal to people of all kinds
The lies and hate are underlined
Beware the mines they left behind
They're working fast they upped a gear
They work on each and every fear
The voices shouting in my ear
Exploding forth from out their rear
An evil stench that leaves a stain
An ever growing cancerous pain
They're driving in the fastest lane
I fear for those of us that remain

I can barely see anything but blood and tears and guts
Its pissing down with rain on the people in mud huts
They are desperate in their search for boats to the land of ifs and buts
Its a crazy mind in a crazy world that seems to have gone nuts

What a mess for those of us that stand
But we're still smiling
A simple cross is enough to give a hand
Its age defining
Wave the flag and disperse the angry mist
My hope returning
Thank the lucky stars the lies all missed
Reputations burning

Its the red!

Red Mist (Marc Freak / Kris Bolin)

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