Theres A Part Of Me

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... super heroes never die.

"Hang On To Yourself" 
written by David Bowie in 1971

Ooo you’re a tongue-twisting storm 
Come to the show tonight
Praying to the light machine

You want my honey not my money 
You’re a funky-thigh collector
Layin' on electric dreams

Well come on, oh come on 
we've really got a good thing going
Well come on, oh come on
If you think we're gonna make it
You better hang on to yourself

We can't dance, we don't talk much
We just ball and play
But we move like tigers on vaseline

Well the bitter 
comes out better on a stolen guitar
You're the blessed, I’m a Spider from Mars 

So come on, come on 
we've really got a good thing going
Well come on, well come on
If you think we're gonna make it
You better hang on to yourself

Come on - Ah
Come on - Ah
Come on - Ah...

mOag - hang On tO yOurself [David BOwie cOver]

Tick Tock        Janine Levinson 2020

it was only after i wrote, recorded, and published this song that I realized that figs do not exactly swell out of flowers.  Please forfig me.

I like the change of seasons for the angle of the light
and the feeling that the weather will be changing overnight

I like the air in the winter though it seizes in my lungs
and I cough like I am dying but I love that gentle sun

Tick tock        
I do a mic drop     
Onto the wet rot        
To make a new stalk

The summer melts my worries as the grassy hills turn brown
On the road as we are driving to the beach, where I will drown

Fall is reassuring :  No, we will not roast forever 
As the santa ana winds bend down and yield to cooler weather

Tick tock          
A yellow leaf drops      
Onto the wet rot        
To make a new stalk

I love you, sky!                  
I love you wind!
Pollen, nectar, bark and limb
I am of you, and you are mine
The leaf is born as winter dies

Spring is for seduction as the figs swell out of flowers
And the tadpoles grow their froggy legs  and rain comes down in showers

Tick tock          
A yellow leaf drops      
Onto the wet rot        
To make a new stalk

I like the change of seasons for the angle of the light
and the feeling that the weather will be changing overnight

Tick Tock

I always got my blues second hand. By that I mean by artists that studied the old blues guys and developed their own blues. So I went back and looked at Robert Johnson and picked "Kind Hearted Woman Blues" and wrote my own lyrics to it. This turned out to be a lot harder than I had imagined. Not a good finger picker made this a big challenge and took me some time to be proficient enough (just enough) to record.
It's somewhat raw, but I tried to honor Mr. Johnson as best I could. Hope you enjoy.
My version relates to homelessness.
The picture is from Newsweek.

Lyrics:
Never met dad, wasn’t there, he wasn’t there when I was born.
	Never met him.
Heard he left my mom, when she needed him most.	That’s when he left her
Momma worked three jobs 
Just to make ends meet.	Yes she did.

Have a little sister, a little sister, haven’t seen her in 15 years.
	And that’s a long time.
Always think about her, but she lives too far to visit. Oh I miss her so.
Heard she’s married with two kids.
Hope her husband treats her well.  Yes I do.

<Chorus>
Been down on my luck, since the day I was born. I’ve had it tough.
I’ve been down on my luck, since the day I was born. The very first day
Chicken soup to warm my heart,
A shot of whiskey soothes my mind.  Yes it does.

Work the streets all day, for some change to get me by. Work all day.
People walk right by, never even bother with me, like I’m an invisible man.
Make due with what I have,
Every day is just another day.  Same old thing.

Life in the streets, mostly by myself, can be a lonley and scary place.	Oh yes it can.
I do what I want, noone to order me around, telling me what to do.
Good days and bad days,
Wouldn’t have it any other way.  No sir no.

<Chorus>

Outro:
Sometimes I wish I’d done better, and made a different life.
	Maybe done better.
But then I realize, this is where I belong. This is my place.
Should you pass me by.
Help out and stay to chat, or at least say hello.  Please do.

Chick Soup and a Shot of Whiskey

Chicken Soup and a Shot of Whiskey

A longtime Many Years Ago , When Mark & Myself Discovered Who We Were.
Vocals & Drums By Mark Heenan,
Guitars & Bass By Martin Reed,
Produced By Martin Reed.
Originally Recorded In 2001.

When We Both Drank Colours Shapes & Lines

😠 It´s Too Cold 🥶 ...
🙄 Please BIRDiniOh! ... 
😈 Play The Hottest🥵Shit !!!
🐣 Jo ... 🐤 Peep !!! Peep !!!

"VIP😷2020" by MatiniOh!

Frozen🥶Paradise (Hot🥵Dancefloor) [🤛Because Of Club KOVIP-20twenty🤜]

@henrykoek - bells, percussion, Tibetan bowls, vocals
pete swinton - synths, treatments, FX, mixing.
From an 8 track album by Henry Koek and Pete Swinton available here : 

https://peteswinton.bandcamp.com/album/de-pelgrimage-van-jm-basquiat?fbclid=IwAR209zIw52apLk75ecdxbYc_QxTPmj4Q7k_H63-ALzrz34TH6aQFtaPWFcQ

Henry Koek - Pelgrimage Rework by Pete Swinton

Race against time. Deforestation - another impending worldwide catastrophe.

Amazonian 150

A song Written and sung by Eric Feltham

The sun is low the nights are longer
The northern wind is blowing stronger
The winter will be long or I suppose

The green leaves on the trees that sway
Like the flowers of yesterday
Are wilted on the ground and brown and froze

Though we toil and strive
Who can add just one day to their life
Or keep their hair from turning grey

And although we weep
And winters frost has driven deep
In the spring it melts away

I close my eyes and see the face
I feel the smile the warm embrace
We  walk the fields of green of yesterday
And though the memories grow dim 
The life they lived still lives within
And makes me that man I am today
Take a map for the road that lies ahead
Gather close to the one you’ve been given
One day they will close their eyes and see your face again
Until the day every tear is wiped away.
And we live another day.
We can, when the seasons change, we’ll live another day….

We'll Live Another Day

I've been busy working with a band. But I will post something really soon. 
This is a great music community that supports  and encourages others. I urge you to do the same for your fellow artists.
I thank everybody for your precious time.  It means a lot to me.
If you have a moment or two, listen to some tracks, leave a message  and please repost if you like. After all, music is meant to be heard.  Thank you for dropping in.

All the nickels and dimes I make on my songs will go to children charities (tbd).  Thank you for your support.

I love listening to tracks on SC and will certainly repost, but I only repost what I actually listen to.
Influences or artists I simply really like.
Jeff Beck, David Gilmore, Johnny Winter, Rory Gallagher, Adrian Belew, Mark Farner, SRV, Hendrix, Steve Vai, and the list goes on.

Chicken Soup and a Shot of Whiskey

John Carusone