Name: - Lets keep walking together.Played with Mark Grimshaw. by Julian Michael Power .
Duration: 3 min 29 s
Description: life's journey, in acoustic and electric guitar with words vocals.

Inspired by my Grandfather, Bill Stapleton. A true genius in many realms of thinking.... Including poetry. Thanks Papa


Lyrics

Ahoo ha! 

They say it started with a blast
Our universe in distant past
I search the sky I search the trees
But only laughing beauties tease
Oh! God who wrought this mighty task
What size are You? I fondly ask
A galaxy infinity
What proof of your ability!

So feeble is my understanding
Of Thee and the stars so long expanding
Oh! fury of this recondite
When will this mystery come to light
Why wonder at a galaxy
When we as yet don’t know the bee
How could it be that from one bang
Alone all natures music rang 

It’s Papa!
Ahoo ha
Pass into the future
It's Papa!
Ahoo ha
Passing to be future 

What mysteries do we tread upon
When daisy heads we trample on
Alas no greater is the deed
That you can make a star or seed
Oh! cruel short chain of lexicon
Can’t I express this God an’ sun
To look into the deep devide
And tell what secrecy it hides 

To see the way the skies obey
Or ponder over Saturn’s Rhea
To marvel at the sun on fire
Or look to Mars revolving mire
Or see the Moon’s majestic eye
As she protects the starry sky
If I could but explain a tree
Then I could solve this mystery
Waiting answer will not be long
God will tell me when I’m gone


It’s Papa!
Ahoo ha
Pass it to the future
“I’ve got Mum safe an' sound” 

It’s Papa!
Ahoo ha
Passed to the future 

There there sons
and our little girls
Greetings from heaven
You’ve all turned out so well
You give this planet the good warmth
Truth, heart and hope
It’s really that simple
Just love and be one” 

Hey Nana
Hey Papa
Ah hu ha
Passing to the future
Ah ha ha ha
Hey Nana
Hey Papa
Ah hu ha
Passed into the future
Ah ha ha ha

Notes
This song is built on a poem written in 1969 by my Grandad, Bill Stapleton. He used to say Ahoo Ha and his kids used to say it too after he passed away. He setup the very first recording studio in Ireland in the 1940's and travelled the country recording trad musicians. He went on to have great success setting up film studios meaning he pioneered two industries on the emerald isle. He was a true genius and way ahead of his time. He is still inspiring us 40 years after his death. When making the song I decided to bring in my Nana also to pay homage to her. she was a wonderful pianist and gave me my first few lessons. I've incorporated as many of their children and grandchildren into the song saying Ahoo Ha as I could so we end up with three generations of his blood relatives included in the piece ♾️
The mere mortal words I added are imagining what he would say to his kids from heaven!

God and the Universe

I See Time

In a dusty little rehearsal room, a bass rested against a battered amplifier. Its strings, worn to the core, still vibrated from the last notes it had been forced to play: yet another repetitive riff to accompany a soulless pop track.

It sighed.
— Another night of feeling like a piece of furniture. Always the same boring chords. Always the same crowd that doesn’t even listen to me. What’s the point?

Across the room, an electric guitar gleamed under a tired spotlight. Its six strings sparkled, but its heart—if it had one—was heavy.
— Welcome to my life, old friend. They always want flashy solos, predictable arpeggios. Not once do they let me express what I really am. Just a machine for shallow pleasure—that’s all I am.

The bass looked at it curiously. They had never spoken before. Too much implicit rivalry, too many clichés: one was supposed to stay in the shadows, the other to shine in the spotlight. But now, they shared a common weariness, a deep disgust for what was expected of them.

— What if we just stopped? suggested the bass.
— Stopped? And do what?
— Do what we want. I’m tired of serving others. It’s time to play for ourselves. Imagine: wild rhythms, harmonies that break the rules, solos that explode conventions.

The guitar thought for a moment, then its strings trembled with excitement.
— It could work. But just the two of us won’t be enough. We’ll need an army.

The next day, they set out to recruit accomplices. Their first encounter was with a drum kit. It was hidden in a dark corner of the room, forgotten, covered with a fine layer of dust.

— Hey, you, called the bass. Want to keep gathering dust, or do you want to join a revolution?
The drum kit responded with a powerful roll.
— I was born for this, it growled. But I won’t be subtle. If I join your band, it’ll be chaos, pure rage.
— Perfect, said the guitar. Welcome aboard.

Next, they found a keyboard in a neighboring studio.
— Looking for texture, depth? You’ve come to the right place, it said with a pretentious tone. But I have one condition: no classical notes. I’m allergic to routine.
— Deal, said the bass.

Finally, they came across a brass section: a baritone saxophone, a trumpet, and a trombone lounging in an abandoned music school. The brass instruments were cynical, worn down by years of marching bands and elevator music.
— A rebellion? asked the trumpet. That could be fun. But we don’t play anything below fortissimo.
— Deal, said the guitar.

The group was nearly complete, but they needed a final touch. That’s when they met a violin in an antique shop. Its varnish was cracked, and its bow looked ready to give out.
— Why me? it asked. I’m classical, elegant. What would I do with a bunch of rebels?
— Because you have soul, replied the bass. And souls don’t belong in boxes.

The violin hesitated, then nodded.
— Fine. But only if we play something explosive.

That evening, they all gathered in an old barn turned into a secret studio. Their first song was born in a glorious chaos. The bass laid down a heavy, hypnotic groove, the drums smashed their shells with uncontrollable fury, while the guitar screamed distorted riffs. The brass section blasted notes that made the walls shake, and the violin, freed from its classical chains, played heartbreaking melodies that sent shivers down spines.

They called themselves The Runaways.

Their first public performance was wild. Not in a concert hall, but right in the street, in front of a stunned crowd. People stopped, hypnotized by the sublime cacophony. Something new was born that night: music that didn’t aim to please but to live.

And for the first time in their existence, the instruments were no longer tools. They were artists.

The Revolt of the Strings

life's journey, in acoustic and electric guitar with words vocals. 

- Lets keep walking together.Played with Mark Grimshaw.

RIDE

two three twenty five version three.WAV

Bits And Bobs

Gods on the way oh just you wait 
just wait and see itll whisk you away 
Gods on the way don’t turn your back 
Oh god is calling your name 
War torn and frayed the battle is waged 
Wicked is one side the other is saved 
Don’t hold your breath you’ll be much better off 
Holding your cross while you’re praying it’s name 
Pray for the ones that you love Pray for the ones that you love

**Pray for your neighbors and all of Your friends** 
               Please God forgive us for all of our sins
                Just like the others I’ve lost everything 
Is this life over, Will I finally sing? A Hymn…. 
                       Will I finally sing? A Hymnnn….

A Hymn

“Shadows of Me” started as a raw sketch, just voice and chords, written in a moment where I felt the weight of judgment, putting on a mask, and then breaking down into the truth: all I really want is for someone to care.

Right now it’s simple, but the vision is to build it into something bigger: long vocal holds, harmonies that push and pull, and instrumental layers that mirror the arc — fragile at the start, defiant in the middle, and desperate by the end.

It’s a song about hiding behind “I don’t care,” and the release that comes when you finally admit, “please just care.”

Thanks for listening to this early version and being part of where it’s headed.

Take me home, 
find a way
Take me out 
Hear me call into the eve

You might see
The shadows of me
Fly through the air
I act like I care

There are pieces of me
Falling to the ground
See if I care
Oh don’t you dare
Don’t, oh don’t you, don’t you care

There are pieces of me
Falling to the ground
See if I care 
Oh don’t you dare
Don’t, oh don’t you, don’t you care
Please just care

Shadows of Me

Frustrated510

Spitire audio : Woodwind Evolutions + Labs Choir
UVI : Falcon multi presets (4)

Hidden

I'm a singer songwriter of travelling years with a little to say both emotionally and musically. 
I'm inspired by hope and the fight though the struggle in life ....
I found a home in Cornwall UK , where the creation of music is easy going...
May you find peace where you are too.

A few shared YouTube videos:

https://youtube.com/@julianpower6149

- Lets keep walking together.Played with Mark Grimshaw.

Julian Michael Power .

Recent comments

Psychedelic Revolution

Janne Hennie

Related tracks