BABY LET'S PLAY HOUSE

Here I am back in full on rock guitar mode, apparently.

Wailing Wall

THIS AIN'T MEMPHIS

Behind a broken chain-link fence
A cinder shack's all mine to rent
It's mighty small and there ain't much of a view.
But honey it's still home to me 
And there's no place I'd rather be
If I could share my whole life there with you.
Coo-coo-cachoo...right there with you.

Baby this ain't Memphis, any fool can see
All we got's a highway sign
A cheap motel and a five and dime.
Baby this ain't Memphis, Memphis Tennessee
But I still pray you'll come and stay with me.

I got a dog named green 'cos he don't like blue
But gal when he gets sight of you
He'll wag his tail like a good dog do, you'll see.
I also got a Fridgedaire and an old time Chevrolet Bel Air
How'd you like to take a drive with me?

(Rpt chorus)

Ooh-doobeedoo...
I still pray you'll come and stay with me.

Words/Music N.Tween 2014.



THIS AIN'T MEMPHIS (Lyrics)

H.F. Hoffmann - composer

H.F. Hoffmann - bass, all rhythm guitars, lead guitar (left), keys, soundwork
Claus/M - lead and wah wah guitar (right)
https://soundcloud.com/claus-m

November 2014

Doggone It! - H.F. Hoffmann and Claus Maurice

A song of disillusionment and heartache with Celtic Reel rhythm. Bodhran drum, Fiddle, Acoustic guitars, Saxophone (solo), Electric Bass, Synth pads, Electric keyboard, Vocals.   

The Best Days Of My Life

Goldener Oktober - Remixed / remastert - Final Version

She took me  by surprise
came up from behind.
The look in her eyes said
somethings cooking here.

I moved a little closer
we reggae reggaed down.
Getting  hot and sticky
 had a shake down.

My legs went weak, heart missed a beat
 walls came tumbling down.
lungs got tight, I couldn't fight.
My mind was inside out.


She took me home and
she played electric guitar.
She played jingle jangle
Grooved into the night.

As the sun broke through
we were rock n rollin
She played Johhny B Goode
took the lead..

My legs went weak, heart missed a beat
 walls came tumbling down.
lungs got tight, I couldn't fight.
My mind was inside out.

She took me  by surprise
she played electric guitar.
we were rock n rollin

My legs went weak, heart missed a beat
 walls came tumbling down.
lungs got tight, I couldn't fight.
My mind was inside out.




Shakedown

Burning couch

Now available to buy on BandCamp! 
http://bethanyskywhitman.bandcamp.com/track/i-want-to-hold-your-hand

Also available on iTunes
https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/i-want-to-hold-your-hand/id662113678?i=662113869&uo=4

I heard this expression "Beatleish" recently on one of my songs Nudge Nudge, you know who you are :-). And it's funny that it was mentioned because I've always wanted to cover this song and hearing that expression pushed me to do it ASAP. I also wanted to put my twist on it and add a bit of a psychedelic vibe. Hope you enjoy it and thanks so much for your support and comments you guys are awesome! xox

Oh yeah, I'll tell you something
I think you'll understand
When I'll say that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand

Oh please, say to me
You'll let me be your man
And please, say to me
You'll let me hold your hand
I'll let me hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand

And when I touch you I feel happy inside
It's such a feeling that my love
I can't hide
I can't hide
I can't hide

Yeah, you've got that something
I think you'll understand
When I'll say that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand

Buy on iTunes

I Want To Hold Your Hand - Beatles Cover - by Bethany Sky Whitman

All my tracks may be downloaded. You're also invited to my website, my new soundcloud site "Poetry Project", or my YouTube site (see links below). Thanks!

I am of French Huguenot descent, born in Africa, a kind of African Cajun, and my love of music has always encompassed the rather wide range of Blues, Bluesrock, Rock, Rock ‘n Roll, Country and Metal, but also Jazz, Mexican and other Latin forms of music. In spite of the fact that my family have lived in Africa since 1688, there is very little contemporary African influence in my music. So what! I play what I love to play, and that’s that. I have several bands, Erongo Conspiracy and  BluesRock & Country Inc., but they consist only of me.  Here on the wild Atlantic coast in one of the remotest spots and the oldest desert on earth, the Namib, with not a blues/country/rock musician in sight, I do it on my own: with the help of my seven trusty old guitars, plus all of my Production Software and studio equipment. I compose the music, write the lyrics,  do the vocals, the mixing and the tweaking. I am a kind of one-man-band. ﻿I’m in love with rocking rhythms, hot guitars, my lyrical Strat, wild fiddles, funky Saxophones, rocking harps, honest resophonic guitars, growling organs. I love to experiment with the unbelievable potential of electronics. My approach is often eclectic: I refuse to be restricted to one style or category of music, and I use whatever I feel is right for a specific song. But most of my songs have an unmistakably bluesy and rock touch. If any band or singer out there would like to honour me by using any of my songs, you'd be most welcome to do so. I'll give you a special permission to do so, obviously without any charge.

The Best Days Of My Life

Jos Slabbert