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I have been listening to your style and appreciate the gift you have. I would appreciate any tips you have for me to get some more listeners. 

So much appreciation for all the positive comments and posts

This is one of my favourite hymns... you sang it beautifully Josh! and I love the guitar and feel of the song! I found myself singing along with You adding the Alto Harmony! I enjoyed it, Thanks for posting! - Nat x

Norwegian Wood

Norwegian Wood (in the style of The Beatles)

Songwriter - Beth Williams    
www.BethWilliamsMusic.com
LYRIC VIDEO HERE: https://youtu.be/9L1VvuHXq3Q
Download Available https://bethwilliamsmusic.bandcamp.com/

A LADDER  I CAN CLIMB - Beth Williams Music

Texte Français et Google traduction

OU VA -T-ON ?

Nourrir toute sa famille, du pain à la maison
Forcer portes et grilles, s’entendre dire non
Un parcours commando, une sale occupation,
Se trouver sans boulot… où va-t-on ?

C’est pour le clandestin, un visa sans son nom,
Voir s’ouvrir le chemin du camp de rétention
De ces années d’hier, irrégulières ou non
On l’exclu de notre terre… où va-t-on ?

Dans ce monde d’égoïste, où règne le plus fort
La fin sera bien triste, et encore.
La fin sera bien triste, et encore.

La couche du S.D.F., que de maigres cartons
Mais quand dite est la messe, où trouver une maison ?
Les nuits sans le sommeil, c’est à même le goudron
Dans ce siècle de merveilles… où va-t-on ?

Vivre en vendant son corps, aux détours de buissons.
Se cacher des remords, ne fait rien de bien bon.
Faire des passes qui passent, pour un peu de pognon
Mal se voir dans la glace… où va-t-on ?

Dans ce monde d’égoïste, où règne le plus fort
La fin sera bien triste, et encore.
La fin sera bien triste, et encore.

On voit des mouvements crier toutes leurs colères
Des gilets jaunes fluant aux ronds points des misères
Sans finir les fins de mois en travaillant à fond
Laissez faire les petits rois… où va-t-on ?

D’où vient tout ce mal être, cette absence de raison
Nos espoirs obsolètes, petits tours et s’en vont
Même l’enfant de l’école dans la recréation
Sniffe les pots de colle… où va-t-on ?

Dans ce monde d’égoïste, où règne le plus fort
La fin sera bien triste, et encore.
La fin sera bien triste, et encore.

WHERE ARE WE GOING ?

Feeding all your family, bread at home
Forcing doors and grilles, to hear oneself say no
A commando course, a dirty occupation,
To find yourself without a job ... where are we going?

It's for the clandestine, a visa without his name,
See opening the path of the detention camp
From those years ago, irregular or not
We exclude it from our land ... where are we going?

In this world of egotism, where the strongest reigns
The end will be sad, and again.
The end will be sad, and again.

The diaper of S.D.F., only meager cartons
But when is said mass, where to find a house?
The nights without sleep, it is in the tar
In this century of wonders ... where are we going?

To live by selling one's body, to the detours of bushes.
Hiding from remorse does not do anything good.
Make passes that pass for a little money
To see each other in the mirror ... where are we going?

In this world of egotism, where the strongest reigns
The end will be sad, and again.
The end will be sad, and again.

We see movements screaming all their anger
Flowing yellow vests round the dots of misery
Without finishing the end of the month by working hard
Let the little kings do ... where are we going?

Where does all this evil come from, this lack of reason
Our hopes are obsolete, little tricks and go away
Even the child of the school in recreation
Sniff the jars of glue ... where are we going?

In this world of egotism, where the strongest reigns
The end will be sad, and again.
The end will be sad, and again.

OU VA-T-ON ? (Un monde égoïste)

Copyright Daniels & Durgy 2020
Gentle Rain Records
Written, Performed and Produced by Daniels & Durgy
Lyrics:
Take a look at me, not the man that I used to be because
Love let me down, what have we done
What was that you said, wish you held onto me instead but now
I’m not around, love let me down
I thought of you day and night girl, did you think about me
Those letters that I would write, crying out girl, that you ought to be
My dearest friend (arms around me) so we could spend (eternity)
Don’t let it end, oh girl, think about me
Tried to make love stay, but it only chased you away, and then
Life with you gone, what have we done
Finally moved along, loving on without you was wrong, and so
I settled down, turned things around
You talk of a love before girl, you talk about me
You reach out for something more, now you know
You’re reaching for me
You’re only one (thinking ‘bout me) 
And what we’ve done (thinking ‘bout me)
When love is gone, darlin’, darlin’, think about me.
I know it’s a killing game girl, but think about me
It never can be the same girl, just think about me
We share the seed, both hearts agree, and both hearts bleed
Holding him you feel empty baby but, think about me
Those dreams that you dreamt maybe girl, you dream about me
And how I feel (arms around me), a love that’s real 
Love lost forever, think about me
Love lasts forever, think about me

Chances

Think About Me

For Allen G. Bailey Man you were good. https://soundcloud.com/agbailey
Huge thanks to Phil McWalter,  https://soundcloud.com/phil-mcwalter , for adding the perfect touch!

lyrics;
Allen plays his old guitar
he plays his latest tune
The six strings sing and do their dance
beneath a Scottish moon
It's a world his own, where everyone belongs
Allen writes the music we love to hear his songs

Allen plays his old guitar
and sings about the west.
Coyboys, Trains and "Say Whens Bar"
and "Billy" just the best
A world all his own, where everyone belongs
Allen writes the music
We love the hear the songs

Stepped into the clouds with music left to share
Heaven's where the Angels sing, you'll find his music there

Patiently waits his old guitar
That sweetly played his favorite tunes.
And six strings sang and did their dance
Beneath the Scottish moon

In a world all his own, where everyone belonges
Allen wrote the music, we love to hear the songs

Allen (Additional Production by Phil McWalter!)

Arranged and Performed By Josh McAlexander
Written by Joseph Scriven
Ironically, Joseph Scriven drowned in a Canadian lake in 1886. He did not live to see his song carried to every corner of the globe.

What a Friend we have in Jesus

KISS OF JUDA

@enigmacurry made a song
@mystique_wind added to it

S03E12 - Inner Rhymes

https://youtu.be/VPhWeP8LpgA

https://open.spotify.com/artist/3ccVvZ38ATMtiHcXxYvuna?si=ULL-rxZhSHq07K7BabEPIQ&utm_source=copy-link

Instrumental track that will be part of the album Magma and Flowers

Brano strumentale che farà parte dell'album Magma and Flowers

Stranger

“Does nobody understand?” ―  James Joyce

The sheet music of some of my compositions can be downloaded from my website https://pianoimprovictor.com/
If you like my music – share it with your friends!

Stream Of Сonsciousness

radiophonic rocker

Thanks for visiting my page. All original and traditional tracks are downloadable. God Bless

What a Friend we have in Jesus

Josh McAlexander

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