Road To Redemption

Somewhere Down The Road

Bringing a soulful sound to SoundCloud with this one.  Lifetime recording artist, soul vocalist, saxophone and harmonica player Johnny Pugh sits in with blues guitarist extraordinaire Justin Valente and me on an emotional Ray Charles type slow jam.  What a wonderful surprise to hear Johnny's beautiful harp lines, which fit perfectly with Justin's raw electric blues energy.  Real proud of this one, as it captures the heart and spirit of why we all love SoundCloud.   Check out Johnny and Justin's music here - you will love their playing.  Thanks for listening.

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Soul Brothers - with Justin Valente guitar and Johnny Pugh blues harp and horns

“Ask The Lonely” is a soul-drenched R&B ballad that captures the aching quiet of emotional solitude. Blending classic soul sensibilities with soft, modern synth textures, the track radiates intimacy and raw vulnerability. The vocals are tender and expressive, delivered like a late-night confession, while the lyrics read like pages from a personal journal—full of longing, heartbreak, and unanswered questions. Each note floats in dreamy ambiance, echoing the hollow spaces left by love lost. Ask The Lonely speaks directly to the hearts of those who know what it means to be alone, yet still believe in love’s return.

Ask The Lonely

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Fins de mois difficiles,
Les factures à régler.
Et les enfants fragiles
Qu’il faudra bien soigner.
Et ce loyer qui tombe
Trop lourd à chaque fois
Que faire dans un monde
Si on n'a pas un toit.

Puis il faut bien manger
Pas en faire des extras
Un plat ou une entrée
Sans sauter de repas.
C'est si facile à dire
Quand on y regarde bien
C'est sûr, il y a un pire
Beaucoup de nous ont faim.

A joindre les deux bouts
Quand on n'arrive pas,
Un sou est bien un sou,
Surtout quand on l’a pas.

On cherche et on ratisse
Dans ses tiroirs du fond
Ce jour qui rase gratis
Quand on n'a pas un rond.
On gratte toutes ses poches
Jusqu'à les déchirer
Tendre sa main c'est moche
Pour au mieux vivre.

En se privé de tout
Ce qu'on dit superflu
Il ne reste plus beaucoup
De moments détendus.
On se traîne, on vivote
Sans regarder au loin
L'intérieur se révolte
Espérant mieux demain.

A joindre les deux bouts...

Mais pourquoi travailler
On ne comprend pas bien
Que faire pour exister
Si ce n'est pour les siens.

A joindre les deux bouts
Quand on n'arrive pas,
Un sou est bien un sou,
Surtout quand on l’a pas.


MAKING ENDS MEET

Tough ends of the month,
Bills to pay.
And fragile children
Who will need to be cared for.
And that rent that comes in
Too heavy every time
What can you do in a world
If you don't have a roof over your head.

And you have to eat well
Not overdo it
A main course or a starter
Without skipping a meal.
It's so easy to say
When you look closely
It's sure, there's a worse situation
Many of us are hungry.

Making ends meet
When you can't make ends meet,
A penny is a penny,
Especially when you don't have it.

We search and we rake
In our back drawers
That day that shaves for free
When we don't have a penny.
We pick all our pockets
Until they tear
Reaching out is a shame
To live better.

By depriving ourselves of everything
What we say is superfluous
There aren't many
Relaxed moments left.
We drag ourselves along, we eke out a living
Without looking far ahead
Our inner self rebels
Hoping for better tomorrow.

To make ends meet...

But why work?
We don't really understand
What to do to exist
If not for our loved ones.

To make ends meet
When we can't make ends meet,
A penny is a penny,
Especially when we don't have it.

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Here I am in the shade of my lemon tree
Baseball game on the radio
Ahead in the ninth, but it ain’t over yet

All in the shade of my lemon tree
Birdsong sing in my other ear
Chance of a winning year

Called strike three, batter caught looking
Nasty pitch, outside corner, that’s two down
Here come their last hope

All in the shade of my lemon tree
Birdsong sing in my other ear
Chance of a winning year

That fly buzzing ‘round my head
Landed on my nose
If I get the chance
That fly is gonna die today

There’s a swing and a drive, going deep
Back on the track, looking up
Makes the catch, Tom* call “ballgame!”

That fly buzzing ‘round my head
Landed on my nose
If I get the chance
That fly is gonna die today

All in the shade of my lemon tree
Birdsong sing in my other ear
Chance of a winning year

* https://youtu.be/9vM6VmG2twE?si=C05KtBvw6sTNZu99


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