Sweet and lovely melody - Your voice is lovely my friend! Great guitar sound!!👏

Malin Andersson - Island

Giants (Live)

The Trapeze Swinger (Live)

This is my tribute to my friend Mike, who didn't wear his seatbelt that fateful day and died much too young.

Gray Hair And A Cane

Stilte  ~  El Chi Marcus

hey dag stilte lieve vriend
wat ben ik blij dat jij me vindt
mag ik nog even bij jou zijn
want bij jou vind ik het fijn
oud genoeg nu voor verandering
zowel vanbinnen als herinnering ...
‘t is de stilte in mij die toch zo graag mee resoneert


IK HOU VAN
STILTE, STILTE, STILTE
IK HOU VAN STILTE
IK ZOEK DE
STILTE, STILTE, STILTE
IK VIND DE STILTE

hey dag stilte lieve spiegel
die mezelf heeft laten zien
je bent een leraar die nieuwe wijsheid geeft
je bent een kracht die ik zo eer
oud genoeg nu voor verandering
van binnenuit zoals ik zing...
‘t is de stilte in mij die toch zo graag mee resoneert

hey dag stilte warm deken
je bent er steeds zonder te smeken
als een raadsel zonder eind
vind ik het leuk dat je mij verwent
oud genoeg nu voor verandering
zowel vanbinnen als herinnering...
‘t is de stilte in mij die toch zo graag mee resoneert

Stilte

In ten starkly rendered songs Midlife Chrysler locates the tension between here and gone, love and motion, music and silence, work and calling in a country where the exceptions make all the rules, and everything feels like a racket, except music. The big mystery, the one that still brings people together.

Borderline Origami

Particles

Past Letters
By Kate Prendergast

Got a pain in my back 
From the weight on my shoulders
Been drinking with friends
Just to act a bit older
The weather was warm
But it’s getting colder
In the night

I stand there staring at the walls
Waiting for the one unwanted call
Trying to unlock the open door 
Somethings are worth waiting for

Got used to the voices 
But now they’re all gone
I’ve had my shot
But blew it for fun
And I know, and I know
And I know, life’s not done
All the lessons I’ve learned
Have been wrong

So I travel the world 
With just one thing in mind
Not to go grey before I find the time
To finally let go
Of the things I don’t know

The letters I wrote to my future self
I didn’t know this is all I’d amount to
If I’d know it back then
Would I do what I do?

Past Letters

I composed this song this morning on whim.....I had a few catchy lines, jotted them down, picked up my resonator guitar, and BAM!  There you are!!  So, I rushed downed stairs to my home studio, recorded it as fast as I could before I would forget how it goes.  Hope you enjoy it as much as I had fun writing and recording it!

I GUESS

She flies a kite that’s my heart, and the wind never stops, it just blows me away.
She has me jumping so much, jumping high, double-Dutch, it’s a game that she plays.
There are no rules, there is no scheme. Only she knows what she means.
She flies a kite that’s my heart, and the wind never stops, it just blows me away.
She often hides, and I’ll seek, and I try to compete, but she hides so very well.
She lets me slide to the ground, going round and round, like a carousel.
It’s never what it seems to be. It’s only obvious to her, not me. 
She flies a kite that’s my heart, and the wind never stops, it just blows me away.

She’s playing games with me, she’s got me climbing trees,
She knows her way around the park.
She’s got the energy, she sees inside of me,
When she’s gone I’m in the dark. Maybe I’m the one who’s being played.

I know the way she is, I know and maybe this  
Is just a way I can continue.
When all is said and done, maybe I am the one, 
Maybe it’s not a game to her, or maybe I’m the one who’s being played.

She Flies A Kite

Midnight approaching
cannon thunders on
here in the highlands
where we shed our bones
caught in the crossfire
we try to stay warm
drink up your courage lads
with fathers and sons

Like geese in a grinder
huddled in dark rain
shot through the shoulder
curse through the pain
come another morning
as the band plays the song
charge across the fields lads
with fathers and sons

Haven't seen my wife in three years
lost her locket in the battle of Shiloh  
but she will carry me 
into the battle below 

My son lost his leg at 
Lee's victory of Chancellorsville
walking on homemade crutches now
he followed Lee across the Potomac
into Maryland  
Sweet Home Maryland  

Now we gear for battle at Gettysburg
let the blue dogs know 
the gray boys have come 
bringing sharpshooters and canons 
and fathers and sons 
(fathers and son)
(fathers and son)

Bang the drum slowly
for the long road that runs
close to the blood
that covers everyone
holding the line
till morning is come
buried in the meadows
fathers and sons

fathers and sons
fathers and sons
(fathers and sons
fathers and sons)

buried in the meadows
fathers and sons

fathers and sons
fathers and sons
fathers and sons
(fathers and sons)
fathers and sons
(fathers and sons)

buried in the meadows
fathers and sons

Giants (Live)

jeremy messersmith

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